Succubus Academy

The moment Link’s rod went into her mouth, his face contorted, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl like a wild animal.

The slippery tongue wrapped itself completely around the painfully swollen rod in a matter of seconds, writhing violently as if it had its own mind.

The warm, slippery saliva wet the quivering rod, gluing it with a lusty, sweet coating, which was then immediately wiped clean by her tongue and lips.

There was no foreplay, no teasing, just near-violent pleasure and endless solicitation; it wasn't even oral sex as a means of feeling good - merely the process of one party feeding on the other.

Link gritted his own teeth before he managed to pull himself back from his lusty trance, but the horrible stimulation from his lower body still caused him to continuously let out wail-like moans.

The long and soft tongue curled around his rod in a circle, almost as if it had turned into a whip wielding the power of pleasure, wrapping tightly around the rod as if it was a prisoner being tortured.

In just a few seconds, that fragrant tongue had already licked the meat stick for an unknown number of times. Its movements were so rough and fast that Link's nerves, which were exhausted by the pleasure, were able to feel every movement of the tongue on his meat stick very clearly.

Link's senses all seemed to have gone awry, each brief lick becoming long and each minute becoming elongated under the sweet pleasure, allowing him to experience every trance-inducing detail in its entirety.

The tip of the tongue squeezed the meat fiercely, then flicked around the glans, rubbing the entire rod's most sensitive spot with the uncountable tiny bumps on the tongue, and then immediately releasing it again, licking the whole of the rod from top to bottom, left to right, over and over again. It weaved in and out of the crevices, between the slippery inside of the cheeks and his rod, like a flood rushing over the rod from all sides.

And while the tongue toyed with the rod, her mouth teased its prey relentlessly - the walls of flesh constantly changing the frequency and direction of their writhing in response to the tongue's motions, driving his entire rod to wiggle. The sweet moisture exhaled from within that softest, warmest, most arousing pink cavern sprayed over the exhausted rod under the combined action of lips and tongue, gently wrapping around it and caressing it.

Then, the tongue and walls of flesh swarmed their prisoner, launching a new assault on the prisoner who had remained firm under the hypnotic aroma.

The prisoner let out an overwhelming groan, and the proof of submission burst forth under the ministrations of the two torturers: Tongue and lips.

The mouth that had gotten what it had wanted was instantly agitated, ferociously partaking in the tasty nutrients needed to sustain itself, not caring in the least whether or not the rod could withstand the stimulation that was enough to burn the nerves of every intelligent creature capable of experiencing pleasure.

Without pause, the unsatisfied predator moved on to the next round of attacks on the half-soft rod after sucking up whatever remained in the cavern.

As the prey himself, Link was the only food to be devoured at this crazy feast.

His brain did not get any precious break from a brief release, knowing full well that he would not be allowed to breathe until his "master" on the other side of the glass was satisfied.

This meant that for at least the next half hour of torture, he would have to keep his "ego" in check so that he would not fall for this brainwashing bliss.

From his vision which had become blurred, a flawless, cherry-colored pair of lips was sucking on his already bruised rod through the circle.

Obviously, what was in the mouth was his huge male root that had swelled up under the magic drug to the point that the most elite males in the human world would be ashamed of themselves.

There was not even a hint of deformation in those soft and small lips, and even the stunningly beautiful skin attached to those lips did not have any trace of being tugged on, as if doing this was as easy as holding a lollipop in one's mouth.

From the outside, there wouldn't be anyone who would think that such a lewd and nasty oral hell was going on past the pair of lips that would cause countless men to lose their minds just by the mere act of parting slightly.

Only Link, the prey experiencing the pleasure directly, could clearly understand how many people's consciousnesses and spirits could be destroyed by this horrible mouth.

Instead of the soft lips squeezing the rod, it would be more appropriate to say that the rod was melted by the softness of the lips.

But Link no longer had the energy to even think about such things. His moans and hisses surpassed those of all the other slaves.

They were essentially nothing more than meals, and all other succubus had their own preferences when it came to their meal, like humans adding their favorite flavorings to food.

Therefore, whether they were teasing their slaves with lewd words and sounds, or waiting with their mouths open for their slaves to release their rods, the succubi would treat it as part of the fun, and naturally, they would not overly squeeze their sperms to give themselves a "quickie".

Yet Villette was not like them. The meal was just that; a meal to her.

So, she wouldn't care as long as the food satisfied her interest.

She wouldn't care if her slave’s mind was broken.

Or maybe it was in her own interest to "finish her meal" early.

As a result, Link suffered far more than all other slaves.

While the other slaves were still lusting after their own masters' mouths, Link had already cum an unknown number of times in a row amidst screams and moans.

But there was nothing wrong with Link.

He wasn't about to get into bed with any succubus masters per se, and if the academy hadn't made it mandatory for slaves to be responsible for providing semen, he wouldn't even be here to provide for them like an animal.

His face and hands were pressed firmly against the glass, which was already wet with sweat. It was the only way he could steady himself despite the convulsive state of his arms and legs and even his nerves.

It was the only way he could put up his meager "resistance" in this hell of oral sex.

The successive ejaculations didn't weaken the already reddened rod to its limit in the least. In contrast, it became even harder with each successive squeeze.

Link’s head pressed dead against the glass, letting the pain and cold slightly ease his lust-filled brain. But he knew that as long as the orifice sucking tightly on his lower body didn't leave, all his efforts would be melted away by the pleasure in an instant.

But it was enough, for he never had the luxury of being able to fight against succubus's squeezes.

He just wished that he could resist his fate as a slave - even if for only a second.

So, he was almost desperately trying to suppress the pleasure from the male instincts. His body, which was already on the verge of its limit, was like an iron pipe bent until it was nearly broken suddenly twisting to the opposite direction.

The collision of reason and instinct made Link's screams explode out at once. It even scared a few maids beside him who were having "fun", and even startled a few masters and slaves who were "playing" next to him.

However, after realizing that it was Villette and her slave, they shook their heads with an expression of bewilderment and helplessness, and continued their "entertainment".

Link didn't have the luxury of paying attention to the other slaves. He was just nearing insanity at the moment as he resisted the steeply stronger suction and more furious tongue beneath him.

As if realizing the weak resistance of the owner of the rod inside, the mouth immediately increased the frequency and intensity of its stimulation. The tongue wrapped the meat stick in a tight circle, melting the resistance of the stick from all directions.

The lips, which had been merely in a fixed position, finally involved themselves, sliding and forth on the pole, disintegrating his consciousness with that warm, soft squeeze.

The heat in her mouth doubled in just one breath, and the rising hot and humid gasses instantly increased the hypnotic effect of succubus's breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh—"

Link, who was barely able to maintain his sanity, couldn't even hold on for a few more seconds under the suddenly intensified onslaught. He let out a moan that bordered on a scream, his suppressed desires rebounding instantly, burning his sanity away along with a stimulation that was even more intense than before.

His meat stick was like a broken faucet gushing out huge quantities of semen without stopping, while her mouth did not show the slightest sign of stopping, even the increasingly Link’s miserable wailing. The trembling that came from her tongue also did not spare Link the slightest bit of mercy.

It was almost half an hour before the fiendish mouth finally slowly spat out the nearly shriveled rod, and Link, whose only remaining ounce of strength had been completely squeezed out of him, fell off the glass fixture like a torn rag.

The silver lining for Link, who was already in a coma, was probably mat on the floor which was soft enough to prevent him from having a concussion.

When Link opened his eyes, a few slaves were already finished, resting over in their chairs.

Not every succubus would completely drain their slaves during the feeding period, as it would affect the quality of their semen in the afternoon or even at night. They were more interested in squeezing as much as they could out of their slaves during the free time at night, rather than just eating with their mouths during the feeding period.

He dragged his aching body over to a chair and casually grabbed the drink next to the table, taking a long and hard swig.

After each feeding, the academy would provide a lot of energy-restoring drinks to ensure that the slaves would still have enough energy to cope with the next squeezing activities. Of course, the Academy was not obliged to ensure that each slave had enough energy, so if the slave couldn't hold out any longer, the Academy wouldn't give any special compensation.

Even though he knew it was just a false "generosity" from the college, Link had to drink it voluntarily, otherwise he would never be able to last until the end of the afternoon.

And just as he was sitting in his chair sipping an energy drink to regain his strength, the one-way glass began to become transparent, revealing the view from the other side.

The freshly-fed succubi were sitting in the lounge area of the cafeteria, chatting and laughing, watching the slaves behind the glass with interest.

Until the afternoon classes, it was break time at the academy. Succubi had the option of resting in the cafeteria or going to other classrooms to play, while slaves would have to wait here until it was almost time for class.

The transparency of the glass was designed by the Academy to "encourage" succubus to be friendly to their slaves.

A succubus closer to the mirror directed a sultry grin at several slaves on the other side of the mirror.

The pink mouth that had just been squeezing sperm became visible all of a sudden, and the wet and slippery tongue wiggled lewdly inside. Her hand was also gently jerking up and down, her long and white fingers rubbing in front of her mouth in the air as if she was giving oral to someone.

A number of slaves immediately froze and watched her air sucking as their rods slowly began to swell again.

"Ah... ah..."

Moans and jerking sounds were slowly ringing in Link's ears, and he didn't have to look to know that a few of the slaves had been unable to resist the temptation of that succubus and had begun jerking their own rods.

The succubus saw the pent up slaves, and the smile on her face became even more devious. Her performance became even more energetic.

As an unspoken rule after the feeding, succubi did this almost every day.

A yellow-haired succubus sucked on the glass of drink in her hand, revealing her pink tongue to lick the straw.

A giant breasted succubus pretended to have dropped her ice cream, intentionally smearing the white juice on her cleavage in an erotic manner.

A short succubus closed her eyes while rushing over as if she was hot and lifted her skirt.

The girls' lustful giggles came from the other side of the glass, tempting the slaves to indulge their desires without end.

Link glanced just a little through the corner of his eye and found a spot where no slaves were jerking off. He rested there with his back to the glass, bringing in a second drink to continue replenishing his strength.

Link was naturally nonchalant. Little by little, he restored his strength to its optimal state.

On the other side of the glass, a girl with long violet hair was intentionally sucking on a glass of orange juice, her amber eyes staring silently at Link's back.

After looking at it for a while, she seemed to lose interest and looked at one of the windows on the glass.

Her eyes rested on the window she had just left.

Next to the window, a line of small letters, completely invisible from the slaves’ side, was etched there.

--Villette-Hill only. No cheating. If caught, bet a full year's worth of credits on a sex showdown. (╬￣皿￣)

And yes, she drew emoji specifically for this.