After the teacher becomes a succubus

Rachel's expression became serious, and he adjusted his standing posture, all exhaustion disappeared without a trace.

I thought something was wrong in my heart, what I was thinking just now might have been accidentally leaked on my face, according to what Rachel said in the past, I was "as easy to read as an open book" to him.I definitely didn't mean to laugh, but "sympathy" was worse for him than ridicule.

My mentor wasn't particularly the saving grace type, but sometimes his self-esteem was insanely high, like now.I can almost see the guards in his heart blowing their horns, those little people shouting "Dignity! Dignity!", ready to tear the bastard who desecrated the city, which is me, into pieces smaller than the nail cap.Rachel is like a high-spirited hedgehog, and in the next second, those thin lips will spit out a language with great lethality—probably the literal meaning of lethality is huge, you know, he is a mage.

"I'm hungry." I answered immediately.

Rachel stared at me like I'd just been hit on the head with a sledgehammer from an invisible goblin.

"I've been waiting for you outside all night, and I haven't eaten yet!" I scratched my hair and put on a sad face, as if I was really too hungry to wait, instead of changing the subject abruptly, "Yeah, Meal making is not troublesome, but on such a cold night, how can magic buns and water satisfy a cold stomach and a dull mouth?"

Rachel exhaled, as if she was speechless at my nonsense.But again surprisingly, he didn't tell me to fuck off.

Countless spells that require stalling/conversation are running through my mind, none of which fit the moment, and there is no magic in the air.But if it wasn't for some reason, why would Rachel listen to my nonsense?He really didn't look well, I thought he'd rather go to the bathroom to take a shower, or find a place to lie down.

"Sure enough, I still have to eat something warm." There were countless guesses in my mind, and my mouth maintained my unnutritious nonsense, "Ah, how I miss the beer at Anson's Bistro! The strong stout has a reverberating sweetness. Made of the best barley malt and hops, drinking a few cups hot is like drinking liquid melted bread. We are doomed to have no beer in this wilderness, and there are pubs in the nearby towns. I haven't been there, will you allow me to go out for a while when I'm not busy?"

Rachel snorted noncommittally, and regained her sleepy look.He didn't answer, didn't chase people away, just stood there expressionless, the erected thorns slowly fell down, and the army that guarded the dignity retreated.

A very strange idea came to my mind.

Open the door for me, tell me about the co-tune, stand here and listen to me, don't push people away, does Rachel need me here?

Yes, I thought about this before, Rachel will never do unnecessary things, he must have a reason for letting me stay here.But before I wondered if he was trying to do something to me, and now I suddenly realized that maybe something went wrong with him.

Just as the devil's curse forced him to bind me, a traitor, something made him stand at the door, in front of me.

What's the matter?

My eyes wandered on him as invisible as possible, except for the bad face, there was not much difference in Rachel's body from before.I continued absent-mindedly: "Or, I want to go to the forest to get something. It is best to have a deer. The deer in this season are fat and strong, and the taste is the best. I want to hunt a doe half the height of a person, and cut it open. Its belly, the internal organs..."

Rachel's face suddenly became ugly again.

I have a Rachel barometer in my heart. The left side of the table is safety, the middle is the critical line, and the right is danger. Each gear records the subtle changes in the teacher's expression.Just now, my nagging made the barometer slowly move from the critical line to the "safe" position, but at this moment, I don't know what switch it hit, and Rachel jumped to the other end in an instant.

I subconsciously shut my mouth, but Rachel didn't say anything.He simply gestured "Leave" and slammed the door shut.

The "Rachel has to want me here" guess was cut off in half, and I lost the answer again, feeling my nose in desperation, confused.

In the study of Rachel's expression, I think I have reached the pinnacle. Among so many apprentices in the tower, and among so many Rachel's enemies, no one can compare to me.But even so, most of the time I still don't know what Rachel is thinking.He is a hard-to-serve feline, one second laziness, the next second baring his sharp teeth, you thought you succeeded in pleasing him, but the next moment you were bitten and screamed.When I was young, I didn't take it seriously, thinking that my confusion was all due to my lack of academic skills.Rachel is one of the best mages, unlike those chaotic warlocks who rely on blood, mages are all about logic-so my mentor can't be an unsolved mystery, I just haven't figured out how he works It's just a rule.

This theory sounds reasonable now, but I no longer have the interest to explore it.

When I left Rachel's mage tower, I completely dropped all the half-researched topics at hand, such as "Does the little devil's slime have a significant effect on increasing the casting speed?" "Because of the Curse", "Rachel's Psychological Research" is no exception, and there is nothing surprising about it.

So why should I bother now?

The soul binding can't be lifted, and I can't help much with the devil's curse. It's useless to struggle now, and I'm just messing around with sex.I shrugged and turned away, determined to go to hell with the Rachel Barometer.

The next day, Rachel was almost recovered, but slightly lethargic.Same thing on day three, I thought he would be fully recovered soon, but he didn't.

On the contrary, Rachel's spirit became worse and worse, to the point that an ordinary person could easily see it.During the experiment, he hardly did his hands anymore, and instructed me to do all the work, and at the same time became more and more impetuous.More than once I've seen him tap his elbows with his fingers, a result of Rachel's irritability to a certain degree, often when his precious time was wasted, and I never thought he'd do that in an experiment.

About the seventh day, I touched his finger when I went to pick up the tube.Rachel's hand trembled, and she loosened it so quickly that the test tube fell to pieces on the ground.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the floor, as if he had just been awakened by the sound.

Rachel's fingers were trembling slightly.

Archmage Rachel has a pair of nimble and steady hands, he can weave the most delicate spells, create the most perfect potions, and draw the most precise runes.These hands can't lift a table but they can move mountains and seas. These hands are slender and slender but they can hold the life and death of countless creatures in their palms. They held my hands and taught me to touch magic, and they once passed my throat with a spell .Now they are trembling uncontrollably, and I suddenly feel an indescribable irritability.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" I asked, "You once said that a cool head is the most powerful weapon for a mage."

I was just making a statement, but Rachel's lips tightened, as if she had been slapped across the face.A murderous intent emanated from him, and he looked at his hands as if they were sworn enemies.

After several minutes of silence, he spoke.

"I'm hungry," Rachel said.

"Huh?" I was taken aback by this answer, and subconsciously said, "Then eat? Meal making skills?"

Rachel raised her head and looked at me grimly.

It dawned on me that this wasn't a random excuse.

The hell lord who was suppressed by him as the source has been half out of trouble, and Rachel can no longer enjoy the benefits of being alive and kicking without drinking or eating.But he hasn't eaten anything for so many days, just like in the past, so I didn't remember it for a while.

Rachel still doesn't need to eat, because he is currently a half-succubus.

Succubus don't need to eat, and it's useless to eat. The way they "eat" is by copulation.

"There are hunters around here too..." I said cautiously, and immediately changed my words under Rachel's unfriendly eyes, "Let's teleport to the nearby Echo Port? There are people of all races and sexual fetishes there. Are you there? Nothing conspicuous."

Rachel didn't say a word, he knew I was right.

He just doesn't want to.

Rachel loathed all time-wasting physical activity, and the four hours of sleep he had to sleep was the limit of his tolerance.In his eyes, the improved meal-making technique that can quickly supplement nutrition is not satisfactory. Cooking and eating for the desire to eat is a waste of life, and sex that is not necessary for survival is simply a heinous crime.Rachel thought that mages who succumbed to their desires were weak scum, and now he had to make a living from his dismissive behavior, and he knew how fucked it would be.

"You need to eat." I persuaded, "Thinking about it, ordinary people need three meals a day, but succubi can eat once every two or three days. Even if you have to go out to eat, doesn't it save time overall? ?”

"No." Rachel blurted out, then reluctantly continued: "No need to go out."

"I'll call you a whore," I said, "or a male whore."

"Whore," Rachel said, "the kind that disappears without causing trouble."

I know what he means. In the past, he didn't need to explain the second half of the sentence. "Disappearing will not cause trouble", "Take care of the end", if I bring that poor girl, there is no possibility of her returning alive.It's not the first time Rachel has given me such orders. Of course, the objects in the past were not prostitutes.

Give me a moonstone, give me a unicorn; give me a knight, give me a child.He commands and I do, bringing him dead and living, monster or sentient being.This is a test for me, and it's also a material for his experiment. I know what I'm doing, but I don't care.For 15 full years, I would do anything to please him.

"The prostitute control is very strict now." I said tactfully, "Just throw a charm spell, and the succubus won't die if it eats."

Rachel looked up, and he looked straight at me, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, cutting from my skin all the way to the bone.My mentor looked at me with the eyes of a young apprentice, and slowly smiled.

"Isn't it too late?" he said.

Ah, here we go.

"You have learned cruel and evil black magic from me. You have been my accomplice for 15 years, and countless good creatures have died directly or indirectly at your hands. Now that the conscience finds out, will it be too late?" He sneered , "No matter how many people you save, you can't wash the blood off your hands. What's more, you've just wandered around all these years, and you don't seem to have confessed to any god. Is your conscience tormenting you? It's so pitiful, Hyman, if you can't bear it, You should have used Amnesia or the Great Rupture on your own head before, or me now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You can avenge those poor people, why not?"

If it was not long after I ran out of the tower, these words would probably make me throw up my armor and give up the shit.Rachel's taunts have always been chilling, not because of their venomous tongue, but because they hit the nail on the head.

But that was ten years ago, and ten years is a long time for a young man like me.

"Why do you say that, I'm here to tell you about the work arrangement." I replied, spreading my hands in a bachelor's way, "Let's be honest, I haven't done this job for ten years, and my business is a little unfamiliar—and, Too lazy to do this. Either I get a whore that I have to return later, you kill me and take care of the trouble yourself later, or you condescend to go to the city and get a girl who disappears and it's okay, I won't stop You. If you insist on me running errands, my personal suggestion is as I said before, charm and oblivion, Heyman's production must be a high-quality product, and it is guaranteed that even the soul search cannot find your face and lower body from the girl's head ...what do you think?"

Rachel's face darkened again, he was unhappy, probably blaming me for not playing cards according to common sense (that is, his expectations).Hey, the control freaks can't get enough of the field.I looked at him friendly, he looked at me with a stinky face, and then glanced at the wreckage of the test tube on the ground.

After a few seconds, Rachel nodded distractedly.