What, I think.

What, what, what? "I said.

In the vast western sea area, there is a monster called the Red Dolphin. It is a close relative by nature and can carry passengers on its back to ride the wind and waves on the sea surface. But they are not excellent pack animals, because these animals are too lively. When their attention is attracted by something next to them, they will quickly change their established route and uncontrollably accelerate, regardless of whether they are carrying anything on their backs.

Very quickly.

I once rode a red dolphin, and the first half of the journey was very safe and smooth, until it discovered something not far away - maybe a water bird, maybe a fish, who knows. When we discovered that thing, we had already crossed it, so my friendly driver turned 250 degrees without warning and within half a second, he reached the speed of sound and rushed over as if flying.

The feeling now is just like back then. I was originally walking on an ordinary road when my mount suddenly shook its tail, spun and drifted, and raced in an inexplicable direction at a speed that was completely unrecognizable. This sudden rampage threw me up into the sky, then back into the ocean. The sea level hit me, and the waves slapped me seventeen or eighteen times.

Simply put, I'm a bit confused.

Just a minute ago, we almost got into an argument. He became really angry, and I also felt a little emotional. The bad debt we had in the past, we couldn't cut it and it was still messy, like strong adhesive dog hair in my heart. Before we could finish chatting, my teacher suddenly asked me to fuck him.

It's just a person who can't react!!

Can't you understand? "Rachel seemed to have gained a lot of energy from my shock, but could still remain calm and confident." Aren't you afraid that those poor people will be killed by me? So come on

His villainous face was flawless, as if facing a pitiful creature begging for mercy for his loved ones. He said, 'You don't want your child to become material? Then you come.' The God of Magic was above, and this must be the most murderous pleasure I have ever encountered.

If Rachel was not just a succubus, but a female spider near the Ashes Wasteland that would eat her mating mate, this statement would be more convincing. However, as a vibrant half elf and a former black robed mage who loves life and once had a tough background, I have eaten various animal, plant, demon, and potion creatures with permanent gains, and have fixed a certain advanced devil protection spell. I can party with a group of succubi without any problem. Rachel eats me just like a mosquito bites me.

Are you serious? "I pointed at me, then at him." Are you sure? Let me? Fuck you

What else? You wouldn't? "Rachel provocatively said," I know you had sexual intercourse with that Duke's house performer, a 17-year-old male human

I think this statement is quite distressing. As I mentioned earlier, he doesn't know who I've been friends with or who I've been having sex with in the past nine years. He specifically mentioned where my first encounter happened and with whom. He actually knew back then that he was lying in a bed and monitoring his disciple's life, which was really abnormal.

Twenty years old is the age when half elves begin to develop, equivalent to fifteen or sixteen or seven years of human age. In terms of relative age, I am probably the earliest apprentice of Rachel to cook meat. Unlike the poor people in the mage tower who have no education or life, I have seen many men and women who engage in private activities on the streets. And I am so handsome, dashing, and charming. It's strange that I intentionally add someone else's intentions and lack experience.

Before meeting someone who can share a bed with each other for a lifetime, sex is just sex, no different from eating. For me, that is a happy thing that we love and wish for, not a waste of time, not a sin, and not something particularly precious. It is just a part of life. It's ridiculous to use this as punishment, especially in this situation - Rachel is obviously much more allergic to this than me, right?

Speaking of which, when the other participant is Rachel, nothing is as simple as usual.

Okay, let's hurt each other.

Right here? "I pursed my lips and pointed to the surrounding wilderness.

Can't you do it? "Rachel sneered, looking at the gravel on the ground." We are mages

No, no, it's not a problem to make a bed and cover our figures, "I said

... go back, "Rachel said.

We just went back.

The rest of the way, Rachel remained silent. After a dozen minutes, we returned to the hermit's hut. Then, under his orders, I finished taking a shower, and a few more minutes later, he finished. This fully embodies an important principle: the key to the act of mutual destruction lies in decisiveness. If the momentum of one's determination is disturbed by time

By the time Rachel walked out of the bathroom barefoot, like his dripping hair, the aura that was about to burn with me had become limp and damp, with little trace visible.

Five minutes later, he threw the headscarf and lay down on the bed like a dead person who had fallen backwards into a coffin.

Hurry up, "Rachel commanded.

He gave such orders as if it was me who was procrastinating.

My efficiency oriented mentor forgot the cleaning spell for some reason just now and walked into the bathroom with great difficulty. After wasting so much time in the bathroom, he silently wiped his hair for five minutes, forgetting the drying spell that could dry his hair in just one second in an unknown corner of his head. Nowadays, Rachel is lying in bed nonchalantly, as if full of confidence and everything is under control.

And I'm starting to find it a bit interesting.

Teacher, can you guarantee not to cast spells? "I said," I don't have the confidence to accept a move in this situation

Rachel snorted, as if mocking me for being a low-level animal.

If I accidentally die, you'll be in trouble too, "I advised." Even if I don't die, if I'm scared again and can't, won't you have to find someone again

You're the same, "Rachel said, warning," don't play any tricks

Where's the greasiness technique? "I said," Can this be used

There was a brief moment of confusion on his face, as if wondering why the spell that made the ground slippery and slowed down the enemy's speed was used in this situation. After a moment, Rachel reacted and nodded stiffly.

I started taking off his clothes.

What are you doing? "He said.

Uh, hello? "I said uncertainly.

This is just an ordinary robe, "he looked at me defensively, as if my act of taking off his clothes was malicious." Just take off your pants

Ordinary people usually take off their clothes when having sex, "I said.

And we are not ordinary people, "he said.

But I like to take off my clothes when doing this, which helps me to perform at my best, "I said, continuing before he said anything," Teacher, why did you choose me? Because you trust me

His sneer was already in place, and a fierce mockery was about to come out.

That's impossible, "I quickly added." You chose me because we have a contract and I have extensive experience and good technical skills

Moreover, because he wants to make me unhappy, but for safety reasons, it's better not to mention breaking it for now.

Rachel snorted and reluctantly accepted the argument.

How should I demonstrate my skills? You have to give me room to showcase myself, "I argued." If it's just a matter of taking off my pants and working hard, it would be the same for anyone else. Choosing me would be meaningless for you, right? In that case, I would tie you up with an orc with the lowest magic resistance, which would also have an effect. The main manifestation of skills in bed is

Rachel suddenly lifted her upper body, and I jumped up from the bed with a whoosh, ready for defense. He didn't attack me, he just pulled off his robe and threw it hard on the ground.

Okay? "He asked irritably.

Alright, "I said obediently.

I started taking off my clothes.

Rachel looked like he was about to use foul language, so he took a deep breath and held back. He watched as I slowly took off my coat, waistband, socks, and folded them from head to toe at the foot of the bed. When I got out of bed, picked up his robe, and began folding it up, Rachel seemed to be one step away from violently choking me. But when I came back and covered him, his impatience turned into something else.

Rachel remained completely still.

Nowadays, we are honest with each other, and he remains motionless beneath me, like an animal covered in the shadow of its natural enemies. His face remained unchanged and expressionless, like a fortress as solid as gold. But Rachel's eyes are another matter.

A few hours ago, I leaned back on the sofa chair and looked at Rachel from a few steps away, watching him stare straight at me in the arms of that prostitute. At that time, I felt too close to him, but now I realize that I was really far away from him back then. Until now, when you are face-to-face, you can see the texture in those red eyes, the projection of your face in his eyes, and how the dark pupils suddenly contract in the translucent light colored iris like pigeon blood gemstones.

When my hand fell on Rachel's waist, he still looked at me and just started blinking incessantly.

Excluding the magic of succubi, Rachel is actually not sexy.

His skin is too pale, like white bones under the moonlight. There is always a deep shadow buried beneath his eyes, as if it were a long night lingering in the far north. His lips are not pink enough, lacking blood color, but they emit a sickly purple, just like his nails, which are the result of being associated with black magic for years. His body is not strong, so thin that you can see the outline of some bones, and his slender hands (the hands of a mage who can destroy the sky and earth) look like they can be broken with just a little force. He has a beauty that exudes yin energy, like a poisonous weed growing on the back of the sun, more suitable for appearing in the portrait paintings of the last royal family, rather than lying on your bed in a warm and lively state.

I can give a hundred reasons why Rachel is the worst bedmate. I can compose a thousand songs about how boring, evil, and terrifying the black wizard Rachel is, and how even trolls in heat would be intimidated by him. So I am speechless about the current situation, and I cannot explain to anyone why I am as hard as a stone in such an emotionless and sexless setting.