After the teacher becomes a succubus

We entangled from white in the east to three poles in the sun, lingering on the sofa, rolling on the carpet-I was a genius who bought the carpet in advance to lay the floor!The wool was soft and warm, comfortable to kneel and lie on, and Rachel's naked body lay across the blanket like ivory supported by velvet.

When he turned his back to me, two butterfly bones were clearly visible under his pale skin.Unlike those plump women or muscular men, when Rachel's body arched up, the spine would push up against the ridgeline, and the bones seemed to break free.He was too thin, and while pressing the vertebrae one by one, I confusedly thought of bones and poisonous snakes.Even if the protective magic like the iron wall and the copper wall are stripped off, and the layers of robes are peeled off, Rachel hidden in it still has nothing to do with "sunshine" or "health".There's nothing wrong with that, I kiss his spine like I'd kiss a black widow.

We hang out without thinking, let's have fun, occasionally take intermissions, but no one tells us to stop.I didn't speak anymore, I didn't want to break this moment, just like an apprentice who will have a big exam the next day and insist on not sleeping, as if as long as he doesn't sleep, the sun won't rise the next day.Rachel must have been terribly hungry, and he was not resolute in his attempts to get off the bed (or sofa, or floor, or tabletop), and he gave up struggling when I insisted.

In the end, it was external forces that interrupted us.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The door was knocked.

This is Rachel's safe house, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, with countless protective spells cast on it.Most creatures are not even aware that there is a house here, and more than [-]% of those who can find something wrong will fall into the maze outside.In such a place, a polite knock on the door suddenly sounded.

We part before the next knock on the door, and Rachel takes a few seconds to get dressed again.He walked to the door and I tidied up the room.Time wasted cleaning up instead of defending, not just because the knock on the door was deliberate, but also because Rachel didn't look surprised, just annoyed.

The messy room we rolled back to its original state in the blink of an eye, Rachel walked to the door and opened it.Behind him, I saw someone knocking on the door.

Passerby.

Yes, it is the passer-by I saw last night.Human, male, in the first half of 30s, not a mage, not a legend, with a popular face that cannot be found in the crowd, sitting opposite Rachel.I thought it was Rachel's takeaway, but now it doesn't look like that.No takeaway can deliver here on its own.

"I don't seem to have invited you." Rachel said coldly.

"I didn't intend to run such a long distance, my dear friend." Passerby A said kindly, "But since the morning, your spiritual realm has refused to open, and the familiar can't pass through your fence, so I have to Run by yourself."

Legendary mages can build spiritual channels. As long as they open their permissions to each other, they can communicate long-distance across a plane.The teacher actually closed the communication channel when he was hanging out with me, which is really touching.

But if you ask him, he will probably say something like "I don't communicate with others when I can't concentrate".

They spoke briefly, and Rachel walked out, letting me stay.Obviously, he didn't want me to keep up with the eavesdropping, and when he was prepared, I basically didn't expect myself to be able to cover up.I obediently stayed and looked after the house, tired of drinking and eating, wondering if I should go to sleep.

I went to wash up and wandered to the bedroom.My footsteps stopped in the living room. The hall should be empty, but now there is an unexpected visitor.

"Good afternoon! You look rather curious," he said. "Want to know what he's talking about with me?"

An ordinary man in his thirties stood in front of me, as well-dressed as before, with a kind smile.I'm pretty sure that it took less than 5 minutes for him and Rachel to teleport away.

"If he wants me to know, he'll tell me." I spread my hands.

"It's really informal." Passerby A laughed, "Are you not afraid that we are discussing something harmful to you?"

"Well, I naturally trust people I know better than strangers," I said.

"Indeed, generally speaking, people around you are more credible than uninvited suspicious people like me." The guy nodded seriously, and suddenly changed the topic, "It's just that when you The person' is Rachel, the Lord of Evil Spirits. The matter is not so absolute. How many people in the tower would agree with this statement? In the last few seconds when they were trapped in the sacrificial magic circle, [-]% of them would choose to trust a suspicious stranger over their teacher."

He looked at me, tilted his head, and said, "As the only one who escaped, Hyman the Fox, it's too insincere for you to say such a thing."

I was silent for a while and sighed.

"'Cunning Fox'? Seriously?" I muttered. "It's not as trendy as 'Rachel's Blade'. What happened to everyone's imagination?"

"Probably the same as your ability to change the subject, unsatisfactory?" Passerby A said with a smile.

"That's because I haven't shown one-tenth of my strength!" I said eloquently, "If you say that you are not sincere, aren't you just as insincere? Don't be reluctant to bait when fishing, and you have to sell sincerely when you run a business."

"It's not easy to be a salesman in a buyer's market." The salesman shook his head and corrected, "But if the customer wants something from me, why should I work harder?"

"Really? No." I dragged my voice, my mind was running fast, "What we are looking for is also beneficial to you. For mutually beneficial cooperation, don't collect money from both ends."

Passer-by A looked at me with great interest, the temptation of you come and go, come to an end for now.

After a moment, he laughed.

"Then hurry up and get straight to the point." He blinked, "I'm at odds with that 'Lord of Lust'. The more unlucky it is, the happier I am. We have a basis of mutual benefit, but it's a pity that the weight in our hands The code is not equivalent. The escape of "lust" is a disaster for you, but it is just a small trouble for me, not much more trouble than saving you. In this case, I will charge a little more Hard work, no problem, right?"

"Yes." I honestly raised my hand and asked, "I don't believe you can 'save us'."

The passer-by shook his head in distress and snapped his fingers.

His face melted.

Like a stone thrown into the water, the moon in the water is fragmented.Ordinary skin turns from light to dark, showing a strange texture.A pair of curved horns grew out, much more ferocious than the pair of cute little ones on Rachel's forehead.No, they've always been there, it's just that the perfect camouflage covering it has just fallen off at this moment, like wallpaper that weathers 100 years in a second.The ordinary face was nowhere to be seen, and on that unforgettable face, there was a pair of cold-blooded yellow eyes: no whites, narrow and long vertical pupils.

I feel a little sick.

Not that he looks terribly sorry, in fact I'd rather it be aesthetically disgusting.But this stomach sinking feeling is purely physical, literal, and soulful, because I'm a half-elf and high-level mage born and raised here.When the high-level beings of the alien plane try to squeeze into the main material plane, the twisted feeling on their body is as clearly visible in front of the main plane creatures with high spiritual vision as the corrupted internal organs of lemures under microscopic spells.

The higher the level, the more severe the distortion.

"Mages are always suspicious, it's okay, I understand. Just revealing the real body will make the shelf life of the container plummet. If I come to this every time, I will lose a lot." The devil complained, "You can call me Victor...or as you prefer, 'The Lazy Lord'?"

The power to find here and be able to negotiate with Rachel like that, the ability to leave and appear in front of me after leaving Rachel, and the style of acting to sow discord for profit are enough to shorten the identity of "passerby" to a not-so-big one. scope.Coupled with the identity of our enemy, I am [-]% sure that this guy is a high-level devil.It's just that its advanced level is more exaggerated than I thought.

I originally thought it would be the demon general under some lord, so it would be easier to deal with.Can't the devil lord be more reserved!How can I wear a container to run business by myself!

"Because I'm lazy." As if reading the slander from my face, the lazy lord said innocently, "Wouldn't it be troublesome to find the Demon General when you come out to play?"

Sorry, I don't quite understand the logic.

"Then what's your answer?" The devil lord clapped his hands and brought the topic back to the original track. "Are you willing to make a contract with me and exchange your soul for your teacher's safety?"