Rachel walked in, cast a light spell, closed the door, stood by my bedside, and began to undress.

He was wearing a single-layer robe for sleeping, and when the robe was lifted, the bottom was empty. I jumped up with a whoosh and crawled backwards all the way to the bedside, looking at him with a frightened expression.

Teacher...? "I said.

Don't be so dramatic, Heiman, "Rachel snorted, her face showing the same disdainful mockery.

His tone was reminiscent of that of a domineering and tyrannical aristocrat, as he said to the crying girl on the bed, 'We've already done it yesterday, why are you crying today?'. I heard the corners of my mouth twitching as I spoke, my palm resting on my forehead and wiping all the way to my chin.

Teacher, "I said helplessly," usually before inviting each other to start nightlife, we would at least say hello first

What, do you need an appointment? "Rachel said," I'm not 'inviting' you, so it's better for you to cancel the other appointments

The implication is: Otherwise, I will 'push it off for you'.

Listen, listen to this terrible speech. Some gangsters can't change their tone of charging protection fees even when they're in bed, and my main villain teacher seems to have a habit of saying tough things to people (and doing what he says) deeply ingrained in his bones. I instinctively wanted to say, 'Where do I have an appointment? I've been saving it for you.' But I had a premonition that using vulgar language towards Rachel would be futile, damaging the atmosphere and potentially damaging my self-esteem.

Didn't you go to sleep? "I turned to ask," I thought you were very tired

I can't sleep, "Rachel said with some annoyance.

If someone else is speaking, it's quite amusing to make excuses. The long night is long, and I have no intention of sleeping. So, you can't sleep either. Why don't we comfort each other's loneliness and spend a good night together? This line can be rated as one of the top 10 common reasons for one night stands. However, if the speaker is my mentor, then this sentence means literally.

I understand his state very well. If you force yourself to stay up late for a long time due to various reasons, when you can really sleep, your nerves will become tense and become a habit, and you won't be able to sleep even if you want to. You are so tired that you can't think, but you can't fall asleep to recover your spirit, just lying in bed wasting time. This is very deadly for mages, who need enough natural sleep to restore their mental power, and the spell effects brought by sleeping spells are not helpful for this.

So, Rachel's staying up late is actually not reasonable.

I can understand Rachel's emotions, but I find it difficult to comprehend his motives. He attempted to take control of everything in his own hands, from his apprentices to his physical abilities. Anyone who violated him would be subjected to harsh punishment without discrimination. Rachel had an extraordinary desire for control over "his" things, as if she felt that as long as she wanted, everything "his" should be done according to his will, even if it was impossible.

Why does the body have to sleep for so long, not as I wish—— He is angry about this kind of thing.

I don't know if his refusal to sleep is a punishment for his disobedient "self" or an uncompromising struggle against the curse. I hope the latter, the former is a bit too unhealthy.

No matter how my psychological activity was, Rachel was already standing by my bed. The only reason she didn't lie down directly was that I was still standing on the bed, taking up space and leaving no room for her to lie flat. He glanced at me, and the meaning was clear at a glance.

What if I can't sleep? I usually go for exercise, but he chooses to 'eat'. This attitude of 'being idle is also idle, it's better to have sex with the apprentice, anyway it's not troublesome to lie flat on your own' is helpless, but I can still expect him to be very understanding. I sighed, mentally prepared for him to fall asleep halfway.

I obediently stepped aside and he plopped down. I squinted my eyes at the bright light ball, reached out and dimmed it a bit. Rachel turned her head and used the lighting technique again. Now the entire bedroom is brightly lit, and it's almost possible to start using photography to shoot videos.

It's better to expect Rachel to have a good mood than to expect him to change his ways.

You'd better say hello in advance next time, "I said helplessly

By then, I had already solved this damn farce, "Rachel said.

Yes, it's only early summer now, don't think so far away.

I started kissing him.

I kissed him seriously for the first time in a week, and he lay there peacefully for the first time, allowing me to waste time. I gently rubbed Rachel's lips, inserted my fingers into the hair behind his head, and lightly pinched the always stiff neck. I think he needs to get a massage or something, but of course he won't listen. This guy is just acting recklessly on the grounds that he won't get sick. Rachel opened her eyes and fanned her eyelashes, probably not used to people being so close together.

My lips quickly slid down, kissing his chin and neck, while quickly removing myself and touching his body. When I lifted my head from his chest, I noticed that Rachel was frowning and lost in thought, as if pondering something.

What are you thinking? "I said, regretting it as soon as I asked, not wanting to hear a lengthy and complex topic at all.

The feeling of you kissing me and me kissing you is different, "he said, as if it were a big discovery worth studying.

Isn't this nonsense in my heart? I have the skills, but you can tell the difference from me. Then I thought to myself that Rachel probably wouldn't mind the kissing technique, as he was probably talking about academic differences. I kept moving my hands and joked, 'Did you absorb it better when I came voluntarily?'

It's like a self-assessment of a nutritional oral solution, it's really not easy for me.

No, but you will make the demon's instinct appear even stronger, "explained Rachel." You give me the illusion of increased hunger, but as long as I stay away from your interference for a few minutes, I can find that the level of hunger has not changed from before

I translated this sentence in my mind.

Huh?

Oh.

... Oh.

I licked my lips and felt dry mouth and tongue. I tried my best to maintain a joking attitude and said, 'Did I make you hungry?'

Rachel said, "Yes

I know he has no intention of flirting, I know he's just talking about it, but my lower body doesn't care about the difference between the two. It stood up honestly, snatching the blood supply to the brain, which directly led me to pounce again, kiss Rachel's lips, and insert my fingers into his body.

The fingers of the additional greasiness technique quickly invaded, and my thumb quickly found the spot where Rachel screamed last time, rubbed it, and made Rachel tilt her neck up. He trembled and exhaled in my mouth, his waist occasionally shaking, and finally pushed me away as if he couldn't bear it anymore, starting to gasp for breath. You have to learn to breathe through your nose, "I said, going to kiss his earlobe.

I left small kiss marks on his porcelain like skin, bite by bite, as if devouring a delicious meal. The red mark spread all the way from the base of the ear to the lower abdomen. This time, I avoided the focus and only rubbed against his perineum. My fingers pressed against the glands inside Rachel's body, and my tongue lingered on the inside of his thigh, listening to his breathing becoming increasingly clear and audible. Rachel pulled my hair impatiently, it didn't hurt, but it was enough to indicate his intention.

When I leaned down to press it, Rachel took a quick breath and looked down.

He still feels uneasy about it.

Rachel was so tired that she almost fell asleep before coming to see me, as if someone else was drinking to boost their courage. I never thought that the aversion to sexual intercourse would disappear after just one attempt. Psychological trauma is a complex thing, and only fools think that having a good job can cure all diseases. My supervisor is still nervous, although he appears much more natural than before. He just contracted his pupils and stared closely at my approaching genitals, with a fearless look towards the blade.

I pressed my head against his and then rubbed against his forehead. I said 'you relax a bit,' and Rachel replied irritably, 'I'm doing it.' His orifice and lower abdomen contracted nervously, like a nervous feline, feeling uncomfortable just being stared at.

I held onto my penis and didn't directly insert it, just rubbed around. The tip of the erect genitalia was rubbed against the opening of Rachel's perineum and rubbed back and forth, spreading the foreskin everywhere. He didn't urge me to hurry up this time. I don't know if it's a waste of sleepless garbage time and not feeling sorry, or if this matter can be postponed for a while.

The small opening was rubbed until it was wet and dripping with juice under the light of the spell. The muscles that had been excavated had become much softer and could not resist the invasion of the big guy. Rachel watched as my mushroom head sank down, slowly opening the muscle ring, pounding in a little, then retreating, retreating a little, and inserting deeper, like a polite but impolite guest, slowly sinking between his legs.

When I reached the base, he took a breath, looking relieved and a little surprised. Perhaps surprised that the small opening could swallow me completely, or confirming that I had penetrated to the bottom, Rachel reached out and quickly touched our junction.

It's really fast, the kind of spell cast by the mage is so fast. Why did he stop so quickly? Run slower. Will that thing under my crotch rush out and bite him?

I think the biggest impact on my ability to use my skills is on Rachel herself. I have no idea what unexpected and thrilling move he will make in the next second. It's so fucking cute. Help! Why was he so big that he was fucked? Is everyone blind? What happened to those who encountered Rachel before his extraordinary and bizarre worldview of "physiological reactions are all scum" was formed? No one wants to flirt with him? Get a kiss? Go to bed? Are they all fools? The goddess of luck must love me deeply.

There is a chaotic force brewing three inches below my navel, as if a volcano about to erupt from the earth's crust, and I really want to fuck Rachel until tears welled up, crying out my name, and confirming that I am completely inside him without touching him. I want to fuck him until I can't sit down tomorrow, until I feel like I'm still under him for the whole day. I want him to think of the feeling of my hands, my tongue, and my penis on him as soon as he sees me. I want him to blush and feel weak when he approaches me.

And at this moment, my prideful self-control exerted all my strength, risking my life to prevent me from turning my fantasies into reality. I am indeed capable of doing this, and even Rachel, who must eat, would reluctantly tolerate it. He just feels more disgusted with sex. Sexual intercourse in the same tone as the lust lord can definitely be more intense, wild, and brutal, which is also the reason for Rachel's psychological shadow. If I do the same thing, what's the difference between me and Rachel.

A good hunter needs to have enough patience. I not only want to catch him, but also want him to actively run towards my mouth.

That night, I spent a long time softening Rachel's stiff body, like melting frozen butter. Not long after he ejaculated, he fell into a deep sleep, sweating profusely and collapsing. His legs didn't have time to close, and he forgot to furrow his brow, as if his power source had suddenly been removed.

As expected, Rachel fell asleep while we were having sex. I didn't feel unhappy, I just found it a bit funny. If he were to ejaculate internally at this moment, he would most likely be awakened by the body's reaction, so I shot him in the stomach.

My hand was caressing his wet belly, and the thought of him not actually eating much during this act made me feel a mischievous pleasure.