Succubus Academy

Villette first met Link when he was just out of the punishment room for an attempted unauthorized escape from the academy.

He collapsed onto the bed in his dormitory, his exhaustion blurring his consciousness so much that he could barely move his fingers.

It wasn't until he heard Villette's entrance that he finally reacted, letting out a weak groan while grimacing as he struggled to push himself up off the bed.

The moment he looked up and saw Villette, Link froze, almost forgetting even the pain in his body.

That absolutely beautiful face under the violet long hair made it difficult for him to even breathe. Even though not even a trace of emotion existed on that perfect porcelain face, the Succubus's beauty was enough to exude an incomparable sultriness and flirtatiousness.

The tip of her upturned nose fluttered up and down mischievously as she breathed.

Long lashes gently covered her blinking amber eyes.

The tips of her hair fell all the way down her smooth and sheer cheeks, revealing the clavicle that had a touch of pink, contrasting her pale skin.

Under the breeze blowing from the window, Link could even vaguely smell the charming body odor that was secreted from the golden ratio of the young girl's delicate body, which was as sweet and rich as the finest nectar.

Just by standing there, he felt cravings for the opposite sex so great that it was as if all of his senses as if I were being invaded.

This was a true demon of lust, desire incarnate.

"I am Villette Hill, your master from now on."

Villette just spoke faintly, for she was getting tired of seeing such dull expressions.

That was the look slaves were supposed to have at this academy.

The girlish voice that was clearly devoid of any emotion, but made the listener irresistibly feel the sweetness and delicacy from the inside made Link react at once, and his expression turned somber.

The look in his eyes as he stared at Villette was no longer one of wonder and fascination, but one of indifference and a hint of unrepressed hatred.

Villette wasn't overly concerned by Link's lack of response to this, having heard the teacher tell her about the slave being slightly disobedient and such since before she came in.

To her, this was nothing more than a minor detail that could be fixed with a little more conditioning.

She had been very good in the old days, so she didn't think anything was going to happen at all.

"I'm going to practice oral sex."

She rightfully said such nasty things, and Link only gazed at her for a few seconds before dragging his aching body out of bed and pulling his pants down, exposing the rod that had turned purple from the over-extraction it had experienced.

Even with the excruciating pain coming from all the nerves in his body, Link remained very quick throughout the process, without any squirming or shame, as if it was unforgivable to show his embarrassment in front of his opponent.

Villette naturally pulled the low stool out of the gap under the double bed and sat down before Link.

As her body drew closer, the intoxicating body odor suddenly became several times stronger, and Link's rod, which had been so weak that one would think it could hardly stand any more play, actually began to slowly stand up again.

The other party's seductive look that was enough to bring full pleasure just by seeing came close to his most sensitive part, and her moist and hot breath that was exhaled from her fragrant little mouth could be clearly felt, causing Link to let out a ragged gasp.

Villette gently used her fingers to hang the bangs hung in front of her forehead behind her earlobes, showing her velvety skin and long, white neck. And as she gently leaned down, the two full and squeezed-out seductive curves under her collarbone loomed in her pink collar.

She lowered her head and buried her face between Link's strands, lightly opening her cherry lips and slowly taking the male's rod between her lips.

If you look at it from an outsider's point of view, the sexually aroused male sat on the soft mattress erecting his swollen rod, while the tender young girl was on her knees, obediently bowing her head and servicing her beloved with her warm mouth.

Yet anyone who knew the nature of the young girl, and those who had been captured by those magical lips, knew with uncanny clarity that the truth was undeniably the opposite.

He was the prey, she was the hunter.

The seemingly affectionate service was nothing more than a trap for the hunter, and that lofty posture and soft mattress were nothing more than a minuscule hint of mercy offered to the prey for the hunter's convenience.

Thus, Link fell uncontrollably onto the bed with a moan twisted by excitement and pleasure in barely a second. His body was no longer able to support him under this horrible pleasure.

His twitching legs were pressed tightly against the edge of the bed by the young girl's seemingly tender arms. The tongue in Villette's mouth stimulated any faintly sensitive spot without a hint of mercy like a soldier.

It was nothing more than an ordinary exercise for Villette. That so-called service, the entwining of lovers, the foreplay in sex, was as emotionless as daily meals.

She would not be excited by a slave falling under her mouth, she would not be physically or mentally pleasured by his moans, and she would not be satisfied by the cum that spilled into her mouth.

But she was getting in a bad mood.

For she could feel that the rod in her mouth was fighting back weakly.

The power was so weak that if Villette hadn't felt it carefully herself, she would have thought it was an illusion.

Only by a little bit, that rod was trying to break through the bounds of her mouth, trying to endure the Succubus's fiendish blowjob.

But even this tiny little gesture was as much a provocation to a succubus as anything else.

If it was any other succubus, it would probably be treated as a little tidbit of practice.

Turning the squeezing into gentle caresses, watching the slave's resistance weaken little by little under his own wistful ministrations, and finally letting himself be slaughtered.

While making verbal advances and molesting the slave by inches, the succubus would force the slave to eventually surrender himself and plead for his own release.

The succubus would pretend to be defeated, satisfy her opponent's sense of entitlement, and milk her opponent's ego, along with his semen, when he felt the most satisfied.

But Villette was stubborn and rigid. She didn't like to live her life in circles like other succubi.

So, she chose to use her skills to completely crush his resistance.

She succeeded, and after she gave it her all, Link didn't even last a minute before he collapsed. Tears and snot flowed down his face uncontrollably, soaking it, which was completely twisted in pleasure.

His ejaculation was so violent that it felt as if his meat was close to being split, and the originally swollen testicles were dried up like dried fungus that had been squeezed out of all its water, making one feel that even just a slight touch would cause it to shatter into a pile of powder.

The thoroughly softened rod was still quivering in small tremors even after it left Villette's lips, and even the mere touch of a slight breeze made it twitch uncontrollably, wanting to ejaculate even though it was already out of semen.

From the moment the cum spewed out, Link had passed out. His body all but became as dry as a corpse from Villette's squeezing, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving that he wasn't completely dead.

If Link hadn't struggled himself awake afterward, the Academy would have discarded him as a broken slave.

Thus, the story of Villette milking her slave to near-crippled condition on her first day of contact with her also spread around the academy. The academy had no intention of containing the rumor; instead taking the opposite stance publicized it, including a picture of Link's dry-as-dust corpse-like state on the academy's bulletin wall, as if to dampen the hopes of some of the slaves who were still harboring unwarranted fantasies.

Villette had a little credit deducted for wrongfully extracting a slave because the extracted semen didn't meet the Academy's requirements.

Villette had thought that after this, Link would completely weed out the idea of resistance like the other slaves and fall into succubus pleasure. However, during her second practice, she could still feel his hidden sense of resistance.

And so she exerted her full power as a succubus just to thwart that little bit of weak resistance in the heart of this tiny slave.

But she still found that the slave had not fallen to her crushing skill.

Normally, she would have handed it over to the Academy, which would have taken it to the "Rectification Room" for brainwashing, or just drain it of all its energy and throw it away.

But Villette wasn't willing to just be made fun of by the other succubus, that would be a great embarrassment for her.

So, she decided that she would bring the slave to complete submission by her own hand, all the while hiding the matter from the Academy.

The soft palms of her feet encased in white stockings crushed the rod hard.

Her bouncy tits imprisoned the rod tightly among her deep cleavage.

She rubbed the lace panties with her own strong body odor over the glans with all her might.

She wrapped her long white fingers around the prostate and the rod together.

She squeezed the rod with her soaked pussy without leaving a single gap.

She used her full strength in every milking of Link, not letting up for a second, just to crush the last spark of resistance in Link's heart.

She wanted to see that slave submissive.

She wanted to see that slave fall into a trance under her body.

She wanted to see the dullness of that slave's heart after being captured by her.

She wanted to see ... the day he volunteered to be her sex slave.

To do that, she had to be stronger than all the other succubus, and until then, she wouldn't allow any of them to steal him from her.

And so, Link became a silly slave in the eyes of the entire academy.

And Villette, unbeknownst to herself, became the number one of the school year.

The fragrance of a young girl's body odor and shower gel spread in the moist air, making the temperature in the room seem to rise, emitting an ambiguous atmosphere that was tantalizing.

Villette pushed open the bathroom door, the thin bath towel could only cover the key part of her delicate body, her still steaming thighs revealed a healthy pink color, swaying slightly as she walked, the crystal water droplets that hadn't yet been wiped off slowly flowed down the smooth skin at the base of her thighs, and then splashed onto the floor under the amazing elasticity of her skin.

The soles of her feet that had just been soaked in the hot water did not have a single dirty blemish, dipped in a delicate film of water. Then, in the process of lifting up, her feet left behind exquisite imprints made of water that reflected the exquisite curves drawn by the perfect feet.

Her breasts, bulging from the constraints of the towel, pushed out, unwillingly making their presence known. The eye-catching cleavage that was squeezed out was as round and smooth as a freshly baked snow-white bun under the vapor, enough to make the mouth of anyone who saw it water.

She gently ruffled her hair, which was still covered with water droplets, not noticing how charming she looked with the purple strands of hair that clung to her pink skin because of the wetness. 

It was as if there was a layer of purple transparency draped over her body, making people want to unveil it, to deeply explore the hidden veil underneath like a lotus flower of innocence but full of desire, and willingly sink into the amber-colored eyes that exuded flirtation and tenderness.

Those flavorful eyes traced the room until they rested on the back of the one at the desk. That figure trembled slightly under the warm light, and the swish sound of the pen tip sliding on the paper was unceasing. It was as if for the figure, the one who came out of the bathroom was not a seductive creature that could make any man burn with desire, but rather a stone on the side of the road that could be seen everywhere.

She didn't bother to disturb that figure, but simply made it to the side of the queen-sized double bed that was big enough for three adult males, and wiped her undried hair with the towel that had been placed at the foot of the bed while she was in the shower.

The whole room seemed silent, except for the rubbing of hair and the rustling of writing, the only sound left was the sound of the two people breathing.

This was a very rare scene in the eyes of the other succubus of the academy, but for the two, it was as if they had been used to it for a long time.

A succubus would usually let the slave undress next to her, let the slave wash her, and some succubi who were more excited would also have a little "appetizer" for the night in the meantime.

Depending on the succubus, this small meal could take place during the bath and or the undressing before the bath.

So, if anyone saw this scene in Villette's room, they would yell out in surprise.

Villette and Link just maintained their silence until after the former's hair was thoroughly dried.

"Go take a shower. I'll be practicing my riding position later."

Villette folded the towel and put it next to the bed.

Link's writing paused for a moment, then he put down the pen and, after closing and locking his notebook, he put it in a drawer under the table and tied the handle with a chain.

Only after doing so did he silently get up from his chair, clean up his desk, and walk into the bathroom.

The whole time, Villette had only said one thing, and Link hadn't responded in any way that she cared about or voiced an inquiry.

It wasn't until the sound of water spraying from the shower behind the door that she gently removed the towel on her body, leaving her sensationally naked body fully exposed to the air.

Then, she picked up the pillow beside her and hugged it.

Her chin was resting on the pillow and her eyes were on the bathroom door, like she was trying to see the bathing figure inside through the translucent glass.

The sound of splashing in the shower replaced the silence in the room.

Villette just sat there on the bed, cradling the pillow in her arms while looking uninterestedly at the partitioned door of the bathroom, saying nothing as if she was frozen.