Succubus Academy

A rare day of rest for medical reasons gave Link a sense of relief.

He leaned against the desk in his quarters, eyes closed, quietly enjoying the solitude.

The upcoming school break was his favorite time of day, as Villette usually hung out for a while after dinner before heading back. It was the only time he could forget about the academy, about succubi, about slavery, and simply enjoy being alone with his thoughts.

Even though the soreness and numbness in his body hadn't completely subsided, he chose not to lie down on the double bed, which still carried the warmth and scent of a young girl.

He hadn't forgotten that this room wasn't his. He was just temporarily occupying the space, so he tried to avoid getting too comfortable.

This was not, and would never be, his home.

Link was merely using it as a guest room to rest. He wouldn't even have touched the bed if he didn't know Villette would force him onto it if he tried to sleep on a chair or the floor.

There was no entertainment, no indulgence. He just pretended to sleep, gradually relaxing his tense nerves, which was a luxury in this academy.

He walked on succubi land, lived in a succubi house, sat on succubi chairs, and wore clothes made by succubi. Even the air was filled with the sultry, incendiary scent of succubi, which eroded the flesh that had been violated and squeezed countless times by them.

His awareness of this reality was the only thing he had left. He wouldn't allow anyone to encroach on his last mental territory.

Link gently stretched his fingers, his eyes still closed, yet the sensations from his nerves filled him with a strange feeling.

It was something he couldn't articulate, like how a mouse might not comprehend the sensation of flapping wings—something beyond his neural comprehension.

It felt as if a steel needle had been inserted, leaving an indelible mark on his body.

If it were just a steel needle, he'd be fine as long as he endured the pain and pulled it out. The foreign sensation would disappear, the wound would heal, and he would still be himself.

However, Link felt as though that steel needle had melted.

It turned to liquid, slowly flowing into his bloodstream, seeping into his body and making him less like himself.

His sensitivity rose, his energy increased, and his healing seemed stronger.

He had tested it many times. At first, the signs were subtle. It wasn't until he repeatedly cross-referenced his diary, which he kept locked in a drawer, that he confirmed the existence of this imagined steel needle.

Wounds that had once taken days to heal scabbed over in just one.

Energy that would have taken hours to recover returned in minutes.

If he were living his normal life, Link would be happy about this. But in his current circumstances, it only made him more uneasy.

His body was becoming more like that of a genuine succubus slave.

Link had no idea why this was happening, and his only theories were vague guesses with no concrete basis.

After all, succubi defied biological and scientific understanding, and in this academy, anything could be causing his physical changes.

Energy drinks, excessive sexual activity, magical erosion, or even the evolution of biological instincts—any could be responsible. There was no way to pin it down.

Link opened his eyes and bent down to unlock the chains on top of the cabinet.

He wanted to take this time to review his notes and consider if there was anything he had missed.

He had returned early to rest, and with school ending soon and Villette often out walking with her friends after dinner, he had time to organize his thoughts at a leisurely pace.

Crash.

Just as Link untied the bindings, the sudden slamming of the door froze him. Before he could straighten his back, a force lifted him up.

A familiar scent hit his nose. Long violet hair filled his vision, and soft hands grabbed his arms, yanking him away from the chair.

The sudden movement caused his leg to knock against the corner of the table, making him stumble. But the grip on his arms didn't weaken, throwing him directly onto the bed.

Caught off guard by the force, Link's body pressed against the soft, silky fabric of the bed before the rebound propped him up again.

His wrists were quickly pinned by the familiar white hands.

Before his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, a face pressed close, bringing him face to face with eyes brimming with lust and excitement.

"Villette…"

Before Link could finish, his mouth was covered by Villette's soft cherry lips.

Hot, warm breath brushed his face as her lips squeezed around his. Impatiently, her wet, slippery tongue pried his mouth open, greedily licking the inside.

The intense wet kiss left Link momentarily stunned. But the lingering soreness in his body and the habit of being overpowered quickly brought him back to his senses, prompting him to resist Villette's rough advances.

He struggled to free his arms from her grip, and his legs, pinned to the bed's edge, wobbled as he tried to push her petite body away.

"Mmm… let go… mmm…"

Sensing his resistance, Villette's tongue movements only grew more intense. Her lips pressed harder, emitting wet, blushing sounds, and her hands tightened their hold.

Her smooth thighs, encased in black knee-high socks, brushed up from his calves to his knees, controlling his movements. Despite their soft appearance, they held an unexpected strength, immobilizing him.

Villette pressed against his chest. The thin school shirt did nothing to block the sensation of her soft skin, instead amplifying the tingling comfort as the fabric rubbed against him.

Her body temperature rose quickly during the kiss, her fiery, petite frame overwhelming his resistance. Her tongue coiled around his like a snake, injecting a heady dose of pleasure into his body.

Sweet juices flowed into his mouth, spreading like fine agar, warming his throat. It felt as if his lungs were being invaded.

Villette's delicate nose brushed against his face, while strands of her hair slid across his forehead, causing an itchy sensation that made it impossible not to relax.

Her lips, her deft tongue, her smooth skin, her thighs—every point of contact radiated pleasure. The wet, slurping sounds echoed along his nerves, paralyzing his oxygen-deprived brain.

Unable to breathe, Link's struggles soon ceased. Villette's tongue dominated his mouth, her scent enveloping him.

It wasn't long before his resistance failed, and Villette's tongue plundered his mouth without restraint. His hardened length, straining against his loose pants, occasionally brushed against her silky thighs.

Even in the haze of the kiss, Villette sensed his impending release. Her lips clung to his like a vacuum, her tongue teasing his sensitive spots.

The intensity of the sucking made it feel as though his soul was being drawn out through his mouth. His body reacted violently, and as his swollen tip grazed the fabric of her stockings, he released a stream of white onto her soft thighs.

Villette's lips didn't stop after his release. The relentless suction made him feel as though he were ejaculating from both his mouth and his body, sending him into a trance of pleasure.

Finally, Villette let go, her tongue playfully licking her lips. Link collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Once he regained his composure, he sat up, frowning at Villette, who stood before him, still licking her lips.

"What's wrong with you again?"

"I didn't see you all day today. I missed you."

Villette's words sounded casual, though her face still bore the blush from their intense kiss. She maintained her usual composed demeanor, despite her actions.

She wiped the remaining cum from her thighs, then lowered her head and licked it off her fingers like a cat.

Link sneered, rubbing his reddened wrist.

"Yeah, thanks to someone's 'overachievement,' I got to take it easy all day."

Villette fell silent, then approached him again.

She leaned in so close that Link instinctively leaned back, bracing his hands against the bed. Villette pressed forward, resting her hands on his, raising her leg onto the bed.

Her full breasts hung over his belly, and from his vantage point, Link could see the deep cleavage between them.

"What's wrong?"

Link frowned. He noticed that Villette seemed to get serious when she leaned in like this, so he settled down to listen.

"Why didn't you act like a slave today? Like you usually do?"

Her question caught Link off guard.

"What are you talking about?"

"You usually pretend to be a slave! Why didn't you today? Why didn't you treat me…"

Her words trailed off, but Link understood.

"...Wasn't it an act for you?"

Villette shook her head.

Link's confusion deepened. He gave her a puzzled look.

"If you already know that I'm acting, why do I need to pretend anymore?"

"Are you mad at me for last night?"

"Villette, let me remind you."

Link's voice turned cold. He pushed her gently away from his chest.

"I'm not mad about last night because I've hated all succubi ever since I set foot in this academy. Whether you said those things to me or not, it doesn't change how I feel."

He sat up straight and looked up at Villette, who stood a head taller than him.

"Then why did you ask me? You hate me, don't you?"

Her question made him snort. He thought of an old saying and spoke slowly.

"Do you know what 'Let them eat cake' means?"

"I don't."

Villette shook her head honestly.

"It doesn't matter. Just understand this."

Link suddenly laughed, a big smile, as if he were teasing a small child before announcing the answer.

"If I don't beg, I'll die."

Villette watched Link's smile silently. This was the first time she had ever seen Link smile.

"Don't you want to die? If you die, you don't have to pretend anymore."

Link, still wearing his smile and tilting his head slightly, asked rhetorically.

"Who will bury my parents when I die?"

"So… you want to leave the academy?"

Villette fell silent, and Link settled back to wait for her next ridiculous question.

"Would you smile like you just did if you could escape from the academy?"

The smile on Link's face stiffened slightly as his mouth opened. He hesitated for a moment before answering vaguely.

"I suppose."

Villette nodded gently.

She seemed to be thinking about something, her eyes fluctuating for a moment before returning to calmness.

"I see."

"It's good that you know. I hope you won't ask me next time-"

Villette's sudden outburst interrupted Link.

"I'm taking you out of the Academy."