After the teacher becomes a succubus

I teleported to another city eight hundred miles away, where there are also bustling taverns.The resident singer was persuaded by me and lent me a lyre.All night, I sang and drank, and the tavernkeeper bought my tunes with free drinks, and I loved it.The drunken crowd beat the beat, and they were happy, and I was too hot to drink, too drunk to indulge.A few passionate ladies regretted it, leaving behind perfumed embraces and carmine kisses.

I left the next morning humming a tune and taking tips from well-wishers.The jingle of silver coins in my pocket made me feel better, as if I was wandering around the world with my lyre again.This good mood lasted until the safe house, I opened the door, and saw Rachel sitting in the living room, facing the door.

"Where did you go?" He said in a bad tone.

Having said that, where else could I go?Do something for you.Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly discovered a flaw: when I came back, I put the goblin tears in the storage device in the laboratory properly, and he could tell at a glance that I came and went.God of Magic, why am I so active?It is a pity that the good habits of the old apprenticeship have successfully ruined the opportunity for laziness.

"You weren't there when I came back. If you weren't here, I wouldn't dare touch your experiment." I said obediently, "So I went out to play, relax my nerves, and recover my energy..."

"So you must be full of energy now?" Rachel said.

He stood up, took two steps toward me, and stopped one step away.He looked at me, pursed his lips, with the expression of seeing breakfast rolling twice in the mud.

"Go take a shower." Rachel ordered.

"No," I said, "I'm going to sleep with girls' kisses."

I actually drank a few glasses, not enough to get muddled, but enough to make my mouth move faster than my brain.After I finished talking, I saw Rachel's gloomy expression, and felt inexplicably refreshed.He narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers, and the next moment, the perfume and lip marks disappeared.My teacher still put on the face of being owed money and ordered me to take a shower.

Cleansing spells are more efficient than bathing. Rachel always chooses the former, except for procrastinating before, and when she just picked me up, she felt that even a cleansing spell would not be able to clean me up.I don't know what his reason was this time, but now another thing was obvious: Rachel was going to fuck me.

He'd been avoiding me the past few days as if he wasn't starving; last night he was foraging in a tavern, smirking at a man who would soon have his hand.Now that he came back from hunting, he suddenly wants to sleep with me again. My drunken brain, which is too lazy to think, can only come up with one reason.

Possessive.

No no no, there's no romantic innuendo in that, it's just literal.I was born to be Rachel's man, and I will die as Rachel's dead man—this creed was engraved in my mentor's mind, and it is probably equivalent to a magical law to the extent that it is natural.How many times has he said, "Hyman belongs to Rachel", even if he doesn't want it, he won't allow others to get involved.

It's like someone gnawed on his bread that was put aside, and when he saw the tooth marks, even if he was not hungry, he insisted on eating a bigger one to cover up other people's tooth marks.A person who is almost a hundred years old is as jealous as a three-year-old child.

"No, I'm too tired to play at night, and I don't have any 'ammunition'." I lamented.

Rachel's answer was Bondage and Forced Aphrodisiac, and the back of my head kissed the ground again.I wailed with the tent in my trousers: "It's unreasonable, teacher! You've gone to other people's places to eat, so let the disciples go for a while, don't try to catch fish!"

"Just because I found someone else?" He squatted down, straddled me, and frowned, "Did you have sex with others before? You are like a monkey in heat, what right do you have to care about this?"

He didn't get it at all.

I don't care who Rachel sleeps with, as long as he likes it, really.I just... I just suddenly realized that one shouldn't fall into the same river twice, especially when the river is so deep that it's hard to get out.I can't avoid a hundred and eight thousand miles, but I should at least pay attention to my feet.It's hard to explain, and I don't think Rachel would understand, or want to hear, if it were explained.

"No, no, you misunderstood!" So I said sincerely, "You can sleep with anyone or non-human, I welcome you with all four limbs! But although I am a monkey in heat, not everyone is willing to sleep, otherwise You'd better spend money to find a..."

I know I'm trying to die, but I can't control my mouth, it's all because of drinking too much.Before I could say any more, Rachel grabbed me by the neck.

Whoa, he was really mad.Rachel's nails were black and black but her skin was delicate, without a single callus. The mage's hands suddenly forgot any spells and used the most primitive attacks.Slender fingers strangled my neck tightly, nails dug into the flesh.All his strength was on my neck, so hard that his arms were shaking.Breathless, I wondered if this was the first time my mentor had used such a low-level attack, ah, another feat worthy of the annals of history.

"You're a... damn trouble..." Rachel gritted her teeth, and the words squeezed out from between her teeth, "I should have killed you long ago..."

The red eyes were full of murderous intent, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.There is a real killing intent coming from Rachel, different from the previous warning, different from any joke, at this moment he really wants to kill me.

Maybe he will quickly control himself and remember the consequences of killing me, but I dare not bet my life on it.I was sobered up by the fright, and the many years of experience of fleeing in the hands of Rachel were running fast, allowing me to undo the binding spell at a speed several times faster.In the blink of an eye, I put countless defenses on myself, and a powerful roar was thrown on Rachel's face.I don't expect this set of combos to stop him for a second. If Rachel really wants to kill someone, even if I can escape, I will lose a layer of skin.

A long string of incantations rolled around my tongue, and I broke free, jumping a few steps away, ready to be hit by the jinx at any moment.But no, there was silence in the room after the roar, and Rachel knelt on the spot, motionless.For a brief moment, I was terrified, worried that my mentor would really go crazy with anger, and planned to hold back a big move to beat me to ashes.The next moment, I suddenly realized that he wasn't preparing anything.

He was hit.

It's really shocking that this set of attacks, which is equivalent to our master-student cross-strokes, can hit him.Rachel did raise his shield and was not seriously injured, but his complexion was not good, and he was not unscathed.My mentor, a top dark wizard, actually capsized in the gutter at such a time.

"What's wrong with you?" I blurted out, "You..."

This kind of thing actually happened not long ago.

Those steady hands would tremble, and he would agitate, smashing the test tube in front of me.Rachel became so wrong, so unstable that even the magic that relied on her cool head to unleash was out of order.

"You're hungry." I said incredulously, "You're still hungry."

Rachel didn't object.

He looked at me with icy cold eyes, and it must have made him feel ashamed to lose his hand in front of the apprentice.But he has calmed down and started to think about the big picture again, so he won't really kill me, I trust Rachel's sanity.

It's just that I can't trust my own reason for the time being.

I shouldn't talk, I shouldn't ask, I shouldn't add fuel to the fire.But a hundred thousand thoughts are running rampant in my head. If I don't say anything, these thoughts will definitely blow me to pieces.I walked towards Rachel, half kneeled in front of him, and looked at him.Crazy curiosity made me jump back into the shark tank, and at this moment I was so impulsive that I would swim to the shark's mouth for an answer.

"Why me?" I said.

"Don't think too much of yourself." Rachel sneered.

"Then why didn't you find someone else? Why did you choose me?" I asked stubbornly, "Because it's easy to manipulate? No, with your ability, it's too easy to control others, but I'm a stickler. Because you know me very well. , do you trust me? Not right, I am the only surviving defector among your apprentices. You obviously have so many 'old friends', and I don't know how many people are easier to control than me..."

"I'm happy to choose who is my business, and I don't need to explain to anyone." Lemuel hissed and stood up.

"But you need to explain to yourself, you have your own reasons, don't you?" I stood up and walked half a step towards him, "Why me? Why did you take me from the street ? You don’t know how many genius mages in this world. You, who never cared about your apprentices, why did you take me back when I was a teenager, and protect and train me for so many years? There are so many brilliant mages in the mage tower, what’s so special about me? Yes, it is worthy of your preference? Now the whole world is full of your food, there are people of all races and ages, it is too easy to find puppets with better skills than me, why not them? They..."

"That's enough, for no reason!" Rachel interrupted petulantly, "They're not you!"

It was quiet inside.

Slowly and softly, I asked, "What?"

"I don't know," Rachel said, distracted by my question, looking like she just wanted to gag me with an answer, "I'll bring you back just by hand, a place where talented people die It's a waste. You are my best apprentice, so what's wrong with leaning resources towards you?"

"Tamia is still stronger than me until the end," I reminded, "The half-dragons and dark elves among your apprentices are more potential than me..."

"I said the best, it is the best." Rachel said without doubt.

I was speechless for a while.

"As of now, I've gone to other control groups, but it's just not right." Rechel finished patiently, "Although it also brings hunger, it's more of a sense of discomfort. It's disgusting. Non-scavenging organisms will Discomfort to moldy food, because those things are harmful to them, succubus should have the same mechanism, but I can't find the reason. There is some special mutation in your body, or the problem lies in the process of my transformation into succubus. So I don't look for them, it's as simple as that.

"What discomfort?" I pressed. "What's wrong?"

"Their touch, their reaction, their appearance... all the places, I don't know." Rachel frowned, as if she couldn't figure it out, so she had to conclude, "They are not you."

I cover my face.

It's not something I want to hear.I asked so many questions in one breath, almost drunk, almost aggressive, just wanting to end it.I want to throw all the balls of thread that have troubled me for many years in front of Rachel, let him cut the mess quickly, and cut off the last delusional thoughts, just like killing the tooth nerve in a tooth decay.I want to hear a Rachel-style answer, for example, he has a conspiracy to adopt me, and it is a conspiracy to be nice to me, and there is no reason to only sleep with me.And then, it's really over.

But Rachel said he didn't know.

He said, they are not you.

Countless questions stop spinning, they converge into another torrent, full of stupid impulses, self-righteous delusion and a little bit of self-knowledge.That little bit of self-knowledge screamed, watching me run towards the same river at high speed, and plunged into it.I don't want to deal with it very much, see you tomorrow for reason, goodbye for self-knowledge.I lowered my hand, pressed my teacher against the wall and kissed him hard, like a drowning person.