After the teacher becomes a succubus

Succubus who are too resistant to sex to get hard can actually eat.

According to the existing research, the key to succubus eating is body fluid intake, mucous membrane contact and energy flow brought about by orgasm, and the effectiveness of the three increases step by step.The solution to Rachel's current predicament is simple and simple, just set up a forbidden area, tie him up, and call a male whore to fuck him.

I don't know if he didn't think of it or didn't want to think about it, but I knew that if I brought it up, Rachel would bite the bullet and do it.He is not a person who escapes from reality. He has always used all means to achieve his goals, and he is ruthless to others and ruthless to himself.

Would that happen in his room or the living room?Will he continue to let me stay, to stand by as a fuse, to watch him while he gets fucked?Such a picture suddenly appeared in my mind, my mentor was pressed under someone, shaking with the other's movements.His face was expressionless, fear hidden beneath disgust, those eyes still looking at me as if there was nowhere else to look.

I know Rachel is an evil scum.

For many people, he is an unforgivable villain, and no punishment is too much, so what is it to be messed up?What's more, he's still a succubus, fuck he's taking care of him.

Rachel is a powerful black-robed mage. He is neither weak nor pitiful. He almost killed me many times, and now he has dragged me into a fatal dilemma. In the future, it is very likely: A. He failed to lift the curse, and I Go to hell with him; B. He successfully lifted the curse, I was useless to him, and was settled by Qiuhou.He is pitiful, it is me who is pitiful, a scum like Rachel, whoever can't bear to him is an idiot.

I'm a sucker.

"Have you ever tried to eat normally?" I said deliberately.

"I've tried cooking, but it didn't work," Rachel said.

"I was thinking, maybe you can eat normal things? Not the food made by spells like meal making, but the ones that grow normally. Have you tried?" I said, "You are still transforming In the process of becoming a succubus, it can be regarded as a very special example of a semi-succubus."

Rachel's eyes lit up, obviously, no matter whether it was successful or not, this proposal hit his heart.

"It's not too late now." I pouted to the outside world, "I'll take those two ladies back to Echo Port, you can go with me. The tavern there is really good, I've been there a few times, do you like it? That kind of dish?"

"Whatever." He quickly replied, "Let's go."

We set off.

We made a detour to Echoport, and I sent back two whores who only remembered being drunk, stuffing their pockets with double the money.After going back quickly, I successfully lured Rachel to the largest bonfire tavern in Echo Port.

What Rachel means is that he can find a small restaurant to eat. I think, if he doesn't want to stay in that room with bad memories for the time being, he will probably insist on asking me to bring food back.But he said to follow me before, so I took him to the place I like.The Bonfire Tavern is very eye-catching. It is located in the busiest area of ​​Echo Harbor, with soaring noises and crowds.

It was as lively as I remembered it, full of people, or rather, humanoid creatures.In the bright light, pointed ears and flat ears dangled here and there, and furry waitresses yelled to excuse me, shuttled between the various feet and tails.As soon as the door was opened, the sound flooded us, and we stood here like two drops of ink falling into the sewer.

This isn't the fanciest pub in Echo Harbor, not the best, but it's the most popular, because it's chaotic enough and relatively safe.It is located at the junction of several forces, and belongs to a smart boss who is strong and neutral. The ships entering the port leave a large number of mercenaries, adventurers and sailors nearby, and people who will never meet again sing to their heart's content. Laughing, arguing, finding someone who is pleasing to the eye, and having a good night.The drinkers are so busy that it seems that there is no tomorrow, and no one cares about their business.

And the grilled lamb chops with kiwi fruit here are very delicious.

Fantastic stories from all over the world are floating in the air, some are true and some are false, people who bear secrets and people who brag tell strange experiences together, telling people who have never met, most of them float out of other people's ears in alcohol , dissipated in the air.No one cares who you are, I used to come here when I was a fugitive in my early years, and then stayed for a while when I was a troubadour, the atmosphere here is deeply rooted in my heart.

Rachel obviously didn't think so.

I could tell from his stiff back that from the first second he entered the door, he probably meant to turn around and rush back to the portal.Before I could invoke any backup plan, Rachel moved into the tavern with paused steps.

I took a quick glance at him, and anyone with eyes could tell that Rachel hated the place from the first second, stepping into the tavern condescendingly, like an ordinary adventurer stepping in to make a living. Into a dungeon full of slime monsters.There was a lot of traffic in the tavern, and the crowd behind us quickly rushed towards us, drowning both of us.

We fell into the vast ocean of people within a few steps, not to mention keeping a safe distance from the mage, it was difficult not to have physical contact with people.I saw Rachel's expression getting more and more gloomy. He used to dislike physical contact and noisy places, and he certainly didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

He glared at me like it was my fault.

Well, I'm half responsible for handing him the body in front of him.

The black-robed mage has its own field-clearing effect. Passers-by would rather dance face-to-face with orcs than stick to these seemingly weak spellcasters. The days when gowns swaggered through the market.Today's Rachel didn't wear a black robe, he was wearing ordinary traveler's clothing, without even a hood.

From another perspective, this fully reflects how much the hunger and the previous events have affected him.He was restless, and he took off his coat because of the prostitute's attack. When I handed over this spare outfit, Rachel changed it without much objection.I don't know if he knew exactly what I handed him when he put on the robe, but he didn't take it off anyway.

Rachel loves his mage robes, or is just too lazy to prepare other clothes, and the black robe with a hood is always with him.Aside from our first meeting, this is the second time I've seen him in any other coat.My eyes always drifted to him frequently, and I regretted that I only prepared this body.

This traveler's cloak is my most common attire. The bard's other attire is a bit... gaudy, and I don't have the guts to ask him to wear it for the time being.The cloak can block the wind very well, but it is not worth mentioning in terms of aesthetics. It looks like a bell on the body, and it is not as good as the black robe.It's a rare change of clothes in ten years, if I knew I should have prepared something else.

Nevertheless, Rachel still attracted a lot of attention.

I'm taller than Rachel, not to mention physically taller.My cloak was too big for him, and the end almost dragged the floor, like a full-bore skirt, making him look very small.Under the camouflage technique and the traveler's cloak, Rachel looked pale and thin, like a young and introverted scholar, but he also put on a haughty and arrogant expression, which made people want to move.

He probably doesn't know it.

The big devil Rachel is not scary at all, on the contrary, he is even good-looking-but before you are eaten by a dragon, will you find that the other party's scales are quite beautiful?Nope!

Not all black-robed mages are big devils, but those who are most capable of causing trouble among mages are all black-robed, and most people will be full of vigilance when they just face mages.The black robe and hood are often accompanied by Rachel, with pale hair, blood red eyes, malicious sneers and dangerous scrutiny on that face for a long time.He also has a chair that can fly high, a dragon mount, and can use a lot of spells that are very scary in appearance.了] This line is written on the head.

To put it simply, Rachel's "not to be messed with" temperament preceded his appearance, and immediately frightened all those who were lucky (or unlucky) to see him with his own eyes, and the effect was almost like that of Long Wei.

Countless adventurers who fled in embarrassment without seeing his true self firmly believed that his appearance was no different from a lich. Those who were lucky enough to see the true self and survived, some of them were falsified by fear and rumors, and some felt that Rachel Zhang Junxiu's face itself is very scary.The irrational is scary, and the seemingly innocuous in the danger zone can be alarming.After the fierce battle, seeing Rachel on the smoky long-legged throne probably has the same effect as seeing a crying naked beauty in the high-level Warcraft activity area.

Far away.

All the above-mentioned nonsense is to explain that the people in the tavern are not blind or crazy, they just pretend to be crazy by drinking.

Rachel still has a face of disgust that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. This expression represents danger on the dark wizard, but it will arouse some people's desire to say vulgar lines on him at this moment.A little bit of exhaustion and absent-mindedness added a touch of humanity to him, his white hair looked unexpectedly soft under the warm light, and even the legendary "blood-red" eyes reminded people of pomegranate seeds.At this moment, the big demon king with red eyes and white hair in the crowd was like a rabbit losing his temper, making people's fingers ready to move, willing to take the risk of being bitten by the small teeth, and stroke the rabbit's fur.

Even I didn't expect this effect.

I put one hand away from a girl who was pushing towards Rachel, and grabbed the other hand that was heading for Rachel's hip.I feel like I'm the keeper of a devil's seal, some kind of delicious mushrooms are growing on the seal, and a large group of optimistic and enthusiastic halflings live around the seal.They happily prepared the mushroom basket, but I was so scared that I almost knelt down and begged them not to do it.

In this way, the journey was safe and sound, and we were only a few steps away from the empty table.Rachel looked relieved too, and we were both in a good mood for getting through the crowds.At this moment, a tall mercenary who had obviously had a few rounds of drinking sat down on the edge of the only empty table and threw his beer glass on the table.

No, I wailed in my heart, no no no no, don't be such a vulgar plot...

"There's room here, I'll treat you to a drink!" The guy smiled at Rachel with a lisp, "Come here, little beauty, give Uncle Sabi a smile!"

You people, I sighed silently, is it not good to live.