It was only thanks to Lily and the timely healing potions that were always available at the playground that Link was able to barely survive.

Two over milkings in a row had the knowledgeable teachers marveling and lamenting the fact that Link hadn't been discarded yet.

Villette's move in gym class was treated as a rare whim, and was talked about among the students as an after-dinner story.

And as the teacher of the class, Emi didn't notice anything else out of the ordinary, and in the end, she could only remind the newly awakened Link in the infirmary not to slack off, to think more about Villette, and not to let this situation hold up her lessons afterward.

And because of Villette's rare impulsive performance, the academy also gave Link a day off so that he could have a good rest in the infirmary. After all, to be almost squeezed to death twice in a row in the course of one lesson was something that only happened a few times in the history of the Academy.

The amount of semen Villette had squeezed out of one gym class had been more than enough to satisfy today's appetite needs, and with her own strong request, the college hadn't rationed out any extra spares for lunch.

As a result, the cafeteria at noon was also peaceful due to the fact that Link and Villette were less likely to be there together.

Villette sat down in a seat that gave her a clear view of her exclusive window - and the seat she was most accustomed to sitting in. She ignored the finger-pointing of the succubus around her, slurping and sucking on her glass of orange orange juice as if no one else was around.

The refreshingly sweet and sour flavor filled her mouth, soaking her body, which was thirsty from the strenuous exercise, and the soothing sensation of the cool liquid flowing into her body made her let go of the straw and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Looks like you're in a pretty good mood, huh?"

Angie, who had just eaten a full meal, gently wiped the whitish liquid from the corner of her mouth with a paper towel and nonchalantly opened her hand out to reach towards the glass of orange juice in Villette's hand, only to be gently slapped away by the latter.

The smile on Angie's face grew even wider as she watched Villette nurse the orange juice back towards her arms, as if this child-like reaction from the other woman pleased her immensely.

She sat down next to Villette and rubbed her plump body against the latter's shoulder.

"What's wrong? Seeing as you're so excited all of a sudden today, something good must've happened."

Instead of answering Angie's query, Villette took another big gulp of orange juice. The violent force which she sucked it with caused the straw to make a dull plopping sound.

And Angie, knowing her best friend's personality, didn't rush her. She just rubbed her cheek against Villette's delicate neck, enjoying the touch of her partner's smooth, soft skin.

Villette savored the sweet taste in her mouth and exhaled another breath before speaking.

"Angie."

"Uh-huh?"

Angie squinted and responded lazily as she slid her cheeks against Villette's scented shoulder like a cat.

"What do you think slaves want?"

Snap--

Angie's face slid off Villette's shoulder and smashed into the leather couch.

"Hiss– W-What did you say?"

She covered the tip of her sore nose while wondering if she'd misheard something and asked again.

"What do you think slaves want?"

Villette was serious, and the look on her face made Angie tuck back the "you're fucking kidding me" that had almost subconsciously escaped her lips.

"Uh... what makes you want to ask that all of a sudden?"

Angie rubbed the tip of her reddened nose and looked awkwardly at Villette, who was staring at her with a serious face. The other woman's eyes, which were full of innocence and curiosity, made her subconsciously look away for some reason.

"I can't tell you why."

Villette's succinct and clear style of reply made Angie hold her forehead. Although Villette's lack of eloquence and excellent grades had led many students to think that she was aloof and difficult to communicate with, as her BFF, Angie knew full well that it wasn't the case at all.

The kid was actually straight as a tack and lackadaisical.

Angie stared straight into Villette's good-naturedly curious eyes. This kind of nonsense, uttered in all seriousness as if it were like telling a human being that they should drink water, simply made her feel ashamed inside, but she still answered stiffly.

"Uh... It would be their master's attention."

"No."

Villette shook her head.

Angie choked on Villette's denial, the corner of her mouth twitching in embarrassment.

"Then… their master's playfulness?"

"Nope."

"Master's clothes?"

"Nope."

"Sex anytime, anywhere?"

"Nope."

"Plenty of energy?"

"Nope."

"Then what the hell do you think it is!?"

Angie, who had been choked by Villette several times in a row, said with exasperation. If she didn't know that Villette's character couldn't do such a thing as pranks, she would have thought that Villette had come here specifically to make fun of her.

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She gasped from the discomfort while looking at Villette, wondering what answer she would come up with.

That was until Villette skimmed her head in silence and silently drifted out.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I knew..."

A vein of anger popped on Angie's forehead.

She reached out with both hands and grabbed Villette's cheeks, rubbing Villette's pretty face with her pale fingers like she was kneading dough.

"So-what-makes-you-so-sure-that-I-wasn't-right-huh?"

"Well... bekuz ahv dun it all(because I've done it all)."

Even with her face being rubbed by someone else, Villette's answer remained as simple and clear as ever, so much so that Angie froze for a few seconds before reacting to what she meant by it, and the kneading couldn't help but stop.

Villette took the opportunity to lower her head and move to the other side of the table again, scowling with her hands over her forehead as if she was afraid that Angie was going to swoop in once again.

"You've done it all?"

Angie, still in a daze, asked.

Seemingly sure that Angie wasn't going to get up to rub her face again, Villette dropped her hands from her head and nodded, her long silky hair swaying up and down as she did so.

As if she was afraid Angie wouldn't believe her, she made a point of raising her hand again and added, like a little kid raising his hand in class, "I'm telling the truth."

Villette's answer made Angie's expression even more odd as she rubbed her chin and looked at Villette, who was sitting upright, up and down.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you said you did it all..."

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't resist the reminder.

"You just squeezed your slave into dry jerky this morning...."

"That one doesn't count... he was happy to do it himself."

Villette thought again about Link's tired, blank eyes as he was inside the infirmary.

"You're not even sure about what you're talking about... Anyway, your style of treating your slaves is really too rough. You're lucky to have come across a higher quality slave. If you play with him too badly, you can't necessarily guarantee that the next slave will be this sturdy too."

Seeing that Villette was still in love, Angie could only sigh.

"If you really want to know what your slave likes, just ask him directly. If he refuses to tell you, just give him two more squeezes and he'll give in."

"I asked, but..."

Villette seemed to be about to say something, but finally stopped and shook her head.

"But what, why don't you tell me?"

Villette's hesitation intrigued Angie.

"Nothing."

Villette stood up, avoiding Angie's hug.

"It's time to get ready for class. Angie, you hurry up too."

"Eh, you haven't said anything yet."

As soon as Angie failed to catch the fleeing Villette, she could only watch as the latter walked further and further away. She couldn't help but stomp her foot with a grudge, and those huge, hot tits of hers jiggled.

She then gently stroked her chin again, mulling it over.

"What do slaves really like? Of course it's the love and care of their masters, what else could it be?"

She muttered as she left the cafeteria.

This standard answer should have been obvious to every succubi by now, and there was nothing to be skeptical about at all.

But seeing Villette's reaction, Angie thought there was something else to it.

As a result, she had been mulling the matter over in her mind from the start of her afternoon classes until the end of the school day, and the more she thought about it, the more it puzzled her, so much so that she hadn't been able to do much of anything in her classes today.

She hadn't been able to figure it out until she'd gone back to her dormitory for dinner, sitting on the edge of her bed and reading her favorite novel while she pondered Villette's question.

"Ah... ah... so good..."

The boy kneeling in front of her was letting out a trance-like moan. The squirming of Angie's soft paws that clambered over his rod sending him drifting.

Angie continued to think about those words of Villette's as she played with her slave's rod with her freshly showered bare feet that still had some moisture left on them.

The movements of her legs were in no way slowed by her thinking. The mindless teasing and friction caused the slave beneath her to almost lose his strength and sit paralyzed on the wooden floor, gasping breathlessly.

"Why is Villette asking this question in the first place?"

As she mused, the crevice between her toes clasped the coronary groove. The warm scent of a fresh shower wrapped around the rod, as if it was soaking in the middle of a warm hot tub.

"Is it because she's feeling guilty about her over-excited behavior today? But it's just over-extraction, there shouldn't be any need to be so serious, right?"

Angie tilted her head gently, the dry text on the book in her hands making her uninterested in reading any further. She was only subconsciously flipping through it from time to time.

Ten warm, soft toes rhythmically tapped the hot rod, as if a child was gently tapping a wooden stick with a drumstick, and the palm of her feet squeezed the rod, slowly squirming up and down like a soft-bodied creature.

That delicate movement, even without deliberate guidance, was enough to make the male's genitals surrender uncontested, and the rod shot out cum with a shudder.

The five toes were like a net covering the glans, squeezing the meatus tightly, stopping all the white liquid that was ejected in the soft cloth woven by the soft flesh of the foot.

"Did Villette really only keep that slave because he was good?"

She simply tossed the obtrusive book in her hand straight to the side, her palm resting on her still slightly damp chin as she mulled it over.

"Today's Villette doesn't look normal in any way. She was distracted and emotional in class, and then suddenly changed back to normal."

As she contemplated, her foot activities became more intense.

"It can't be that Villette has taken a liking to that slave, can it?"

Angie's sudden thought startled herself, so much so that her paws suddenly and subconsciously exerted themselves. The slave underneath that foot let out a soothing yet agonizing moan, and all at once, a hot stream of semen came out from the bottom of her foot, and cum, which hadn't shown the slightest sign of drying up at all, gushed out as if it were a geyser.

"No, no, no, how can that be, he's a slave, just a slave. Impossible, absolutely impossible."

She shook her head, trying to throw that ridiculous thought out.

"After all, it's true that something like a slave just needs the love and pampering of his master."

Angie looked to her feet, staring at her slave who was lying, gasping for air, basking in the afterglow of his two ejaculations.

"Hey, Belle."

She gently kicked the still tirelessly erect rod with her white paw wet with love juice, causing the slave still in a trance, named Belle, to let out a moan of pleasure all at once.

"Ah~ Yes, master."

"What do you think? What do you slaves want?"

Bored, she put the soles of her feet on the rod and pressed it against Belle's stomach, rubbing it little by little.

"Ah... ah... we... want masters to play with our dick more... ah... so good..."

She suddenly felt a little tired, and it was a bore to hear the answer she already knew all over again.

"What do you think a slave would want if he didn't want to be played with and pampered by us?"

Angie felt the rod at her feet seem to quiver, and she saw that Bell's expression, steeped in pleasure, seemed to be having a hard time using his lust-filled brain to think before answering in a trembling voice of suppressed pleasure.

"Ah... that's probably... ah... homesickness…."

Angie's paws suddenly paused, and the abrupt stop of pleasure made Belle, who was about to be on the verge of an orgasm, instantly uncomfortable. Belle pushed up his obscenely dirty bottom, actively rubbing his rod on the smooth soles of Angie's feet for pleasure.

Angie mused, silently watching Belle's humiliating appearance as he voluntarily lifted himself up to try to cum. She then asked a question.

"What about you? Do you miss home?"

"Ah... ah... of course I want to... but... but I'm master's slave... ah... master, step on me again... again..."

He spoke incoherently as he strained his loins, the crushing feeling of being stuck on the eve of his orgasm making him plead wolfishly for Angie's playfulness.

Angie exhaled, and the lust-moistened, crystalline paw of her foot dropped heavily, pressing hard against the rod.

"Ah..."

Bell let out a long suppressed cry of pleasure as his rod jacked upward like a broken faucet, spewing cum. His back arched in the air, struggling as if he were trying to empty his testicles all the way. It wasn't until the orgasm, which lasted about a minute, was over that he collapsed to the floor like a dead dog, panting breathlessly.

"Hey, Belle, I'm going to give you a task."

"Yes, Master!"

Even though his body was extremely tired, Belle, who had been conditioned an unknown number of times, responded the moment he heard Angie speak.

"You're going to find Villette's slave tonight and find out what's going on between him and her."

"Yes, Master!"

"That's good. I'll give you a reward when you come back from the mission~"