After a while, Rachel was lying on top of me. The warmth spell in the bathroom has started to fail, and the tiles are starting to cool down, but I still can't bear to stand up. Rachel, on the other hand, has me as a meat mat, completely unaware of changes in temperature.

It's more comfortable now, "he murmured to himself.

I didn't want to speak, afraid that the vibration in my chest would quickly wake him up from this dazed post event state, so I lowered my head and said with my nose, 'Hmm?'.

My emotions gradually calm down, my thinking ability recovers, and I feel a sense of peace that is close to a shallow sleep state, "Rachel said. Looking up from me, I still feel satisfied and comfortable in the afterglow of love." My physical and mental state has relaxed, and I temporarily cannot feel any other discomfort. My desire and vigilance will be weakened, but for ordinary people who are not in a fighting state, it is not a big problem - is that why ordinary people are addicted to sex

Afterwards, it was just a part of the enjoyment, and the whole thing itself was quite fascinating. Didn't you just feel it? "I laughed." Enjoy the process, dear

Rachel glanced at me and didn't comment on my frivolous address. My mentor looked so relaxed that it was awe inspiring, as if sitting on the chair in the mage's tower, lazily flipping through the pages of the book, thinking about his evil plans. After a while, he said, "This is too dangerous

Dangerous? "I showed an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't talk to you about such boring things, "Rachel said, grabbing my hand that I had been caressing his thigh for a while." I wouldn't continue to sit here and waste time. The pleasure of succubus must be stronger than that of ordinary humans, otherwise ordinary people wouldn't be able to live a normal life

If you only had the willpower of an ordinary person, would you spend all day with me? "I quickly grasped the key point.

I should have tried this before, "Rachel ignored me and muttered to himself, looking somewhat regretful." I need to have this experience before transforming into a succubus. There is no control group now, so it's impossible to judge

Are you talking about sexual experience? "I said, feeling bold as I pinched his buttocks with my other hand." Masturbate from behind

No, I mean to talk to you. "Rachel brushed my hand and stood up

Rachel straightened his black robe, frowning at the liquid that had stained the hem of the robe. He used a cleansing spell on both his robe and himself, pushed open the half closed bathroom door, and prepared to walk out.

I said, 'Why me?'

He turned to look at me, and I lay on the ground, looking up at him.

Why me? You have so many apprentices, "I said, casting a flirtatious glance at him." Because I have good skills? Then you will be disappointed. Practice makes perfect. Skills are all developed through practice. At the age of twenty, compared to now

Because there's no need to use seduction, "Rachel looked at me with a half smile," with so many apprentices, you're the only one going crazy

Oh.

My tongue seems to have been stolen suddenly.

You want to fuck me, Heiman, "Rachel said calmly.

He wasn't proudly announcing victory, he was just stating something, just like at some point in the past, he had exposed my other clever tricks. That Rachel has already returned, or rather, that shrewd and calm Rachel has never "left". Being a novice in one aspect does not mean he will be confused in other aspects; He fell into a brief confusion in love, but that doesn't mean his intelligence will decline at other times. What's the difference between me and those useless fools who think they're superior to each other when they sleep until their virginity?

There are many reasons to complain. I can complain that Rachel's mage tower is dark and dark, and my colleagues who love black magic look strange one by one. We are the only ones who stand out among a group of crooked melons and cracked jujubes, and I am not narcissistic enough to rub myself in the mirror. So, who can teenagers react to? I can claim to have a fledgling plot, a father and mother fetish plot, or masochistic syndrome, or adolescent homosexual tendencies - yes, I'm not gay now, I'm pansexual. I can also switch concepts, confuse time, and say yes, yes, of course I want to fuck. Haven't we fucked several times already? I can point out his lack of understanding of Xing desire, and it can be said that

Upon careful consideration, I do not have any compelling reasons to refute. Who hasn't been foolish when they were young? Rachel, whom I was interested in, was just casually mentioned and didn't care.

But I feel... Chiluo.

It's not the first time I've been naked in front of Rachel since he was in his early teens, stripped naked and thrown into the bathtub (I'm so dirty that even a cleaning spell can't completely solve the problem). At this moment, he has just had a meal and is lying naked on the bathroom floor. But at this moment, I feel completely exposed, with nowhere to hide, as if my skin has been peeled off and I have seen my internal organs all the way. "Heiman," Rachel once said to me, "you are like an open book to me

When Rachel says he can do it, you'd better believe him.

I felt a surge of heat rush from my chest to my head, making my neck and ears scorching hot. It was because of my previous arrogance and arrogance, and because the gazes and hidden desires that I thought I was hiding from the world when I was young were ultimately captured by the object of observation. Rachel always knew that he watched coldly... It felt like being caught by his parents while reading pornographic books during adolescence, like a diary being circulated publicly. I feel like I've become very small again, very small, not small enough to fit into the gaps of the tiles.

Yes. "I had to admit dryly," Yes, I want to fuck you

Rachel didn't say anything, he went out.

That night I had another dream, and I don't remember much about the content of the dream anymore. I only remember a scary scene. I dreamed that I was still young, probably in a year when I couldn't eat enough, so thin and small that I could be stuffed into Rachel's arms. My mentor held me, gently patting my back, slender fingers caressing my neck, and nails - sharp enough to dig open the skin and pick out the spine - tracing my neck bones. He was whispering softly, as if humming some dissonant song. He whispered in my ear, "Haiman, Haiman, you're mine

In my dream, Rachel held me so tightly, his black robe wrapped around me, like a mother holding a baby in swaddling clothes, like a spider holding a prey wrapped in spider silk. When I woke up, my stomach was cold and I felt a little nauseous, but my pants were soaked, as if I had had had a spring dream before.

It's all my fault for thinking about the excuse of loving my father and mother before. This dream is really unhealthy.

However, when you become an apprentice to a dark wizard, you can basically say goodbye to a healthy and upward life.

The issue of emergency measures for casting spells has been temporarily resolved, and Rachel's experiment has entered the next stage, requiring more and more experimental subjects. I went to the adventurer guild not far from here to take orders, caught all the wanted criminals, and sent them to Rachel's experimental platform. He mocked me for wasting time being a good person, and I complained that he didn't leave a complete and clear body after the experiment. If those heads could be returned to me in their original form, my pseudonym as a bounty hunter would definitely climb up the hiring list and earn a lot of money.

On average, it's just one hundred gold coins, "Rachel sneered." Do you still lack this little money

I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say about Rachel's view on money.

Yes, one hundred gold coins cannot buy a decent magic ball, but it can allow a small nobleman to live comfortably for a year, and a bachelor wandering poet to enjoy happiness and joy for half of his life, even though it is half of a human life. I explained to Rachel that being a bounty hunter, or a free bounty hunter who fights with prey for three hundred rounds and captures them alive without being able to claim the bounty, is such a costly profession. I said that every copper coin of mine was hard-earned, implying that he should provide some subsidies for my hard work.

When I said this, Rachel looked at me strangely, and I could read his subtext from it: You're so short of money, why don't you go steal and rob—— Not mocking, that's just how he thinks.

I am now a law-abiding and good citizen! "I said. Anyway, he could tell at a glance that the experimental subjects I captured were not good, and he had mocked me once. I just spoke frankly.

Abide by the law and be a good citizen, "Rachel repeated, with a disdainful tone like an ordinary person saying" stealing chickens and dogs, petty thieves.

So will you give subsidies or not? "I said shamelessly.

Wait, "Rachel continued to bury her head in the file, not even looking up." Your dedication will be rewarded

The latter sentence is completely official, and both the evil priest and the black robed mage often say this to believers and apprentices. However, I heard a hint of amusement in it, which made me secretly wonder what he really wanted to reward.

Rachel rewarded a deceiver with a dream of survival and death, rewarded a traitor with the head of their entire family, and gifted an apprentice who would never forget anything he had seen or heard. Before he could break the spell, he committed suicide due to the unbearable amount of information. For several days, I have been a bit nervous, afraid of getting an unexpected gift from him.

For several days, everything went smoothly. When I returned with the wanted criminal next time, Rachel still had no response. I thought he had forgotten about it and breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, it is completely natural for apprentices to prepare "experimental materials" for mentors among black robed mages, and it is already very friendly not to directly use apprentices as materials. If he continues to apprentice me, it is only natural that he does not consider this part of the labor as employment. I'm not really poor either. If I really don't have money, I can still rob the rich to help the poor.

Afterwards, Rachel and I had a meal together, but after finishing the matter, he didn't leave and took out a heavy bag.

Your service will be rewarded, "he said in that elegant tone." Well done

Rachel raised her wrist and threw the bag at the bedside, and the coins inside made a crisp sound. After he left, I used magic to count and found folding space inside. There was a small bag containing six hundred gold coins.

I brought him more than six wanted criminals, and the number 'six' is the number of times he has slept with me so far. The meaning is very clear: grabbing experimental materials is not considered money, feeding is considered money. I laughed in bed, thinking to myself as I laughed. My mentor really has a quite malicious sense of humor.