After the teacher becomes a succubus

Rachel doesn't like going out.

Even among the group of mages who squatted at home, Rachel was one of the best for not going out.He spends most of his time at the top of the mage's tower, never leaving unless necessary.There is very little time when he has to leave. He has a large number of familiars, puppets and apprentices at his disposal. We minions will collect everything he needs and obediently pay tribute to him.

I walked around the empty safe house, but couldn't find any signs of fighting.All protection is safe and sound, there is no shortage of materials in the laboratory, and an experiment has temporarily come to an end and has been put aside.I can't think of anything that can make Rachel drop the experiment that is related to his own destiny. He must go out to relax, right?

I'm not sure if I should go to Rachel, and now that I think about it, the mission of Fairy Tears is probably just an excuse.Since my mentor deliberately dismissed me, he must have his own plan, so there is no need to worry about any danger to him, and I don't think he will never return.But I always feel uneasy in my heart, I can't explain the reason, I just feel uneasy.

A few seconds later I slapped myself on the forehead, feeling stupid.Hey, hesitant fart!The Great Demon King deliberately sent me away to do something, if I don't hurry up, am I waiting to be sold by him? !

I quickly gestured, and the magic power invisible to ordinary people fluctuated in the air, like a stirred sand painting.

I have been on the run for a whole year from Rachel himself, and my escape skills are excellent, as are my tracking skills—in other words, I am not proficient in tracking others, but I am proficient in locating Rachel.I have been his personal apprentice and thorn in the side for many years. In the most dangerous years, I had to know roughly where he was so that I could run diagonally.What's more, now that we have a binding spell, we have been together for a month, and some relationships have occurred that can suffocate the troubadour who tells the story of the devil. There are so many connections that are enough for a clever mage (such as me) to grasp the clues.

I followed Rachel's trace and jumped on many anchor points. After several jumps, I gradually found that this place looked familiar.Rachel didn't run to the wilderness, the direction I was going in gradually became more prosperous, leading to an unexpected place.

Bonfire Tavern.

I stood in the Echo Harbor where people came and went, looked at the familiar tavern not far away, and began to wonder if there was something wrong with my tracking spell.Half a month ago, I brought Rachel here and had a passable dinner.He was pulled over by me without interest, and left without interest, looking full of disgust for every part of this place.Why did Rachel revisit the old place?Could it be that he is obsessed with the kiwifruit grilled lamb chops here, and in order to hide this, he deliberately drove me away to eat again?

Thoughts were spinning in my head, I followed two drunken orc sailors into the alley.A moment later they staggered back to the fire, and I scanned the interior of the tavern through their eyes.

Among the crowd, I saw Rachel at a glance.

He wasn't wearing a black robe, and it wasn't me who stuffed him with clothes this time.Rachel was wearing a moon-white scholar's robe without a hood, and her face was completely exposed.I guess he cast the ignore spell on himself this time, and no one noticed the pair of tiny horns, and no one was fascinated by the magic of the succubus.

Saying "no one" is probably not quite right.

Rachel was sitting at the table, and he was not the only one at the table.There is a man, who is facing the orc with my eyes, smiling like a flower.This ordinary-looking passer-by A leaned forward as if about to whisper something, and leaned forward to whisper in Rachel's ear.

This guy is looking for death, I think.

A. Rachel has a bad temper, and has the capital to have a bad temper. B. Rachel hates getting too close to people. C. Rachel is having bad luck recently, and her mood is even worse.Those three add up and I can pretty much see what's coming next.I didn't intend to stop it, and just waited and watched. Anyway, judging from the end of the last mercenary who didn't wink, Rachel now knows how to keep a low profile and won't cause too much trouble...

Rachel laughed.

That was not a common sneer, nor was it an angry smile.The corners of his mouth were raised, and there was still no smile in his eyes, but his eyelids were lowered, and the shadow of his eyelashes covered the cold light in his eyes.It's a smirk, a polite smile, put on someone else, it's almost a gesture of goodwill.

But on Rachel, it was like showing weakness.

I was frightened, stunned, mentally fluctuating too much, the spell failed, the orc drunk lay down in the tavern, and the broadcast to the inside of the tavern was interrupted.

Rachel is not a lunatic who wants to save face. Although his social skills are bad, they are not completely lacking.When necessary, he doesn't mind showing weakness, as long as he can reap greater benefits, a polite smirk is nothing.I've seen him give this friendly smile to another legendary mage who would later become one of his exploits.

However, the premise lies in the interests.

It was an ordinary human male, the orc's vision told me so, and so did the mage's vision.Unwilling to be reconciled, I cast spells several times outside, but the result was the same: human, male, in the first half of 30s, not a mage, not a legend.Such an ordinary existence, such an ordinary face, what benefits does Rachel have to show weakness?Is there anything in him worth Rachel's plotting?I'd rather believe that he came to eat lamb chops with kiwi fruit...

what.

I remembered that Rachel hadn't "fed" for many days.

I felt cold water pouring down on my head, and then I laughed out loud, and people passing by gave me a strange look, presumably seeing an ugly smiling face.I couldn't help laughing, my God, such a simple and clear answer, did I just remember it now?

Rachel is a half-succubus, he needs to sleep, he hasn't slept with anyone in a long time, and he avoids me.Judging from these obvious clues, it makes sense for him to go out to hunt wild food.Why have I never thought about it?Did I actually think that he would only choose me and would not go to others?

Looking back, I really thought so.

Rachel was full of resistance to sex because of the curse of the Lord of Lust, and I opened a new door for him, making him gradually feel that this thing is not so terrible.We slept many times, lingering on the couch, sharing the same bed, and it's easy for a pathetic vulgar creature—like me—to become clouded and carried away.I still remember what a ruthless Dark wizard my mentor was, but it only made me more smug.look!My cold and evil mentor is in my arms, right under me!He allowed me to do whatever he wanted with him, he threw himself on me, he was so passionate about me!

I forgot, all this is just because Rachel is transforming into a succubus.

He needs to eat, he becomes dependent on sex, it has to do with the devil's curse, it has nothing to do with me, anyone can.Not everyone is foolishly obsessed with the Enlightenment.As a result, I still regarded myself as a hero, thinking that I was different, and after so many years, I didn't make any progress.

I have loved him.

I remember that night ten years ago, I completed the task ahead of schedule and returned to the tower with the head of the light elf.That light elf was on par with me, and killing him took me days and nights of planning and left me with a scar that almost runs through my chest.I almost ran out of magic power, but still rushed back non-stop, I wanted to exchange this head for the teacher's approval.

I teleported directly to the top of the tower, which was separated from Rachel's resting place by a wall, which is one of my privileges.I can go directly to the closest place to Rachel, no need to be notified, nothing hinders me.Although I know that he has a lot of protective measures, teleporting to the top of the tower doesn't mean anything, and I was once proud of this trust.Just this day, hearing that conversation, I deeply regret having this privilege.

"...All?" The devil's language came faintly.

"Of course." Rachel said.

"Including your best knife? Ah, that's a delicious soul."

My knocking hand stopped.

"As long as you can afford it," I heard my teacher answer.

"Really? I thought you liked him very much." The devil chattered, "Are you really willing to sell him to me?"

"As I said, as long as you can afford it." Rechel said proudly, "Hyman is my best student."

"Hyman was my best student," Rachel said many times.When he praised me like this, his tone rose slightly, with pride and recognition, which made my blood surge every time.Rachel said the same thing to the devil, the same upswing and pride when it came to trading my soul.

And I was struck by lightning, as if the blood all over my body had frozen.

I already knew who my teacher was, he was evil and cruel, and he made deals with the devil.I know he sees others as ants, and he sometimes throws some apprentices to death and others to death.I just never thought that I am also a member of the ants.

Hyman is Rachel's best student, his sharpest knife, and his favorite child.I was complacent, willing to be a lackey, thinking that I was different.

In the end, I was just the biggest and most conspicuous turnip in his field.

I'm in the mage's tower, and Rachel must know that I'm listening to the corner, and he doesn't even intend to hide it.Do you think I can't escape, or do you think I'm willing to be a loyal radish and wait obediently?Now that I think about it, it might be the latter.I was like a fanatic at the time, like I'd do it if he asked me to die--others thought it, he thought it, even I thought it.Until I stood outside the door and heard his words, and was woken up by a slap in the face, I suddenly realized that I didn't believe in Rachel.

I just love him.

For love, you must first have your life.

I ran away.

I ran away ten years ago and became the only survivor of Rachel's Mage Tower.Ten years later I'm still on the road, Bonfire Pile is just one of many good pubs, and I certainly have other places to spend my evenings.Bards can go anywhere, mages can go anywhere, and I don't want to waste my rare days off.

Good luck Rachel too.