"Nah nah nah, Villette, you sucked a little too much just now, didn't you?"

The blonde succubus grinned as she sat down on Villette, who was in a trance-like state. Her hot, huge tits, tightly strung by her shirt, bounced up and down as she bent over, bobbing as if they were soft pudding.

Villette didn't reply to her. She just sucked dully on the straw in her mouth. Amidst the transparent color of the plastic blur, her soft tongue was licking the tip of the straw with impunity. That violent movement made the straw’s outside quiver vaguely.

Angie didn't care about her best friend ignoring her and continued to talk to herself.

"Look, the squeezing is so strong that he can only sit in that corner alone. How pitiful. Ah, but even though you’re worthy of being called the best student this year, you’re dull in all aspects except milking."

Angie smirked and moved closer to Villette, looping her left arm around the back of Villette's bare, flawless swan neck.

"Boys need encouragement, otherwise they will keep getting frustrated and lose their self-confidence."

As she spoke, she waved gently towards the opposite side of the glass before undoing the top button of her shirt with a gentle smile.

The tightly bound breast flesh immediately bounced outward, and the crystalline beads of sweat that had just been secreted due to the eating drooped all the way down to her tantalizing clavicle, yet never reaching her deep cleavage.

One slave immediately let out a growl of bliss, eyeing the treats from his master, gripping his swollen rod tightly and jerking it quickly.

Angie continued to wear that doting smile on her face as she gently cradled her heavy breasts.

Supported by the palms of her hands, the lavender lace bra under her shirt suddenly bounced upward, making the snow-white flesh of her breasts ripple in a physically and mentally mesmerizing way.

And at the edge of that ripple, a little pink bulge was trying to resist coming out from under the cover of the lacy pattern.

Almost at the same time, many of the slaves who had already been attracted to Angie's breast were wide-eyed, their heads nodding dementedly up and down in time with her breast-supporting motions, and the whole scene seemed like a comical puppet show.

The lust for procreation that was ingrained in every male burned through their bodies. A few of the slaves that could no longer hold back pressed themselves against the glass, their eyes gazing straight up at the pink nipples that were slowly popping out of her bra.

Every time that flesh color bubbled outward a little, the speed of their jerking increased by a minute, their brains, completely occupied by the lascivious scene of swaying breasts, didn't even realize that the pleasure in their lower bodies was on the verge of becoming too extreme. They just frantically rubbed their rods with a speed that made their bodies almost unable to keep up. Their violent gasps also became weak.

Seeing this scene, Angie's gentle, motherly smile finally showed a hint of teasing color.

Suddenly, her hand stopped.

The twisted expressions of the slaves who were almost bulging their eyes out were completely frozen. Their meat rods that had clearly pushed the limits of their endurance were unable to ejaculate in the slightest bit due to the lack of the final stimulating blow.

Her pink bulges were already almost out of her lacy bra, making it feel as if they would pop out with just the faintest of breaths from her.

But they stayed there, and even when the slaves banged their heads against the glass and stared at them from every angle, they could not peer into the mysterious pink garden.

They rubbed their bottoms almost self-mutilatingly, even shrugging their rising, cracking rods against the glass, but were never able to release that built-up pleasure. They could only stare intensely at the whistling pink bumps and let out idiotic, faint moans.

Angie slowly opened her palms and pressed her fingers against each of her two masses of fiery breast flesh. That smile on her face had taken on a thoroughly lascivious and nasty quality.

The palms that had been pressed against the underside of both breasts snapped shut.

Those huge breasts slammed into each other under the force of the palms, completely squeezing the already incredibly deep cleavage into a guillotine that could decapitate countless men.

Pah~

It was the slight squishing sound of soft, slippery breasts touching together.

Not a loud noise, but like a ringing bell, it echoed in the already muddy minds of the slaves who were still in a frozen state, as if it was their own bodies that had just been crushed into pieces by those two masses of snow-white flesh.

"Ah ... ah ..."

The torrents of semen that came were so violent that the force of the impact even pushed the slaves themselves a few steps backward. Their bodies which were red and swollen from carrying too much pleasure simply couldn't resist and fell to the ground under the force of gravity.

They didn't even have the strength to scream from the pleasure they felt. Instead, they just opened their mouths wide like a fish out of water and let out nearly inaudible weak moans.

Angie ignored the disgruntled looks on the other succubus' faces and just re-buttoned her shirt, continuing to hang on to that smirking expression as she chatted with Villette.

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"You see, boys sometimes want to be affirmed by girls. You can't train a good slave with only chastisement and no reward."

The incident just now was nothing more than minor entertainment for her. This kind of flirtatious little joke was nothing more than the spice of campus life to the succubi, and Angie was just a little bit better at best. The other succubi were just a little less than happy about her playing with slightly more slaves, so they didn't get mad at her for it.

Only then did Villette finally raise her head as if she had woken up from sleep, and after glancing at her still with that same distant gaze, she let go of the straw that had already been slightly deformed by her sucking.

"Oh... Maybe you're right."

Angie sighed helplessly at Villette's perfunctory expression.

"The first in the school year can really do whatever they want. Ah... if I break the slaves directly, my credits are probably going to be deducted."

"It won't as long as the broken slaves adequately provide daily meals."

Villette's flippant words instead made Angie even more speechless. She yelled loudly.

"That's easy for you to say! The quality of bad slave semen is the same as none at all. The desire contained in it isn't even enough to be used as a cookie, otherwise the academy would have turned these slaves into unconscious meat pigs a long time ago."

Villette opened her mouth but remained silent, continuing to fiddle with the straw.

Succubi fed on desire, and semen was just about the largest medium of it, so if the slave's consciousness and thoughts were obliterated by pleasure, the quality of semen produced would be completely inadequate for consumption.

The Academy did not forbid students from turning their slaves into fools, but it ordered students to replace their slaves if the slaves turned into trash that could not fulfill the daily requirements of that student and the Academy. It also mandated the deduction of credits for the Academy's processing fee for replacing those slaves.

Villette was well aware that not all succubus could play with their slaves as uninhibitedly as she did and still be okay with it.

"Ah~ I want a slave like Villette's too~"

Angie slumped over the table, the soft flesh of her breasts turned into oval patties as they were squeezed.

She didn't care about that little thing, however, and just stretched out her arms and wiggled her calves, wrapped in black stockings, to pout at Villette.

"Nah, Villette, why don't you lend me your slave for a couple days, I promise I won't break him too much~"

Angie wasn't afraid of being punished if her words were overheard by the academy. Succubi were not allowed to actively seduce other slaves or exchange slaves privately, but she was just flirting with words after all. Unless the academy confirmed the actual behavior and used it as evidence, everything Angie did was just a delusion that stayed in the back of her mind.

"No."

Villette spoke up almost immediately as soon as Angie's words left her mouth, and her attitude, which had been careless a moment ago, became resolute all at once.

"He's mine."

Angie waved her hand as she rested her arm.

"I just want to talk to him a little bit~"

"He's mine."

"You can miss out on a lot of flavors of cum if you’re being dead loyal to a slave~"

"He's mine."

"It's refreshing to enjoy different meat sticks~"

"HE IS MINE."

No matter how much Angie tried to persuade Villette, she just repeated those three words dully but firmly.

Seeing Villette, who was so stubborn like a child preventing her beloved toy from being snatched by others, Angie could only helplessly shake her head and give up this tempting idea.

As for robbing, what a joke! Didn't you see that she had branded the window as her own? Anything that could be openly robbed was locked away by Villette herself. How could there be any chance of contact?

Of course ignoring Villette's warnings was fine, but the consequences of cheating had been clearly spelled out by Villette, who bet a year's worth of credits on a sex showdown.

Not only was it part of the play between succubi and slaves, but sexual duels could also be used as a way to deal with conflicts between succubi.

The rules were simple: both succubi use pleasure as a weapon, and the one who surrendered or lost the ability to resist would be the loser.

The winner of the duel would be rewarded or penalized according to the wager made prior to the duel.

A year's worth of credits was not something that could simply be surrendered.

Losing a year's worth of credits was the equivalent of being expelled from the academy outright, and once expelled, it was the equivalent of exile for an ungraduated succubus.

Either wait to perish with nothing to show for it under the shelter of the family, or, thrown into the human realm to survive on their own with their succubus abilities restricted.

Lacking the all-important ability to seduce, a succubus with no identity and a body that wasn’t different from an ordinary woman would often die.

So, it was a matter of life and death for a succubus in the truest sense of the word.

Now, who was Villette? The number one in the academy, with sexual skills that surpassed even many of the succubus teachers. Challenging her was the equivalent of giving yourself a death sentence.

Once, a senior had hijacked Link's window during a feeding and ignored Villette's warnings. Without a moment's hesitation, Villette had engaged her in a sexual duel and won in near-perfect triumph.

The crushing defeat at that time was still etched in the minds of many succubi till this day.

The same succubus who challenged Villette was in a trance-like state like that of a broken slave. Even after the match was over, her pussy was still quivering and oozing love juice little by little.

After that, no one ever saw that succubus again.

Thus, Villette gained unopposed ownership of her slaves.

At the thought, Angie winced. She had to give up on the idea of molesting Villette.

"Villette is so bad~"

On the surface, Angie continued to look pouty and playful, puckering her mouth like she was upset with Villette's attitude.

"Then tell me how to play my slave so violently and still have him provide high quality cum~ That way I don't have to be so careful with my milking. Every once in a while, I'd like to suck as much as I can~"

Seeing Villette's movement as she prepared to shake her head, she immediately added.

"As a good friend, you can give me a little food, right?"

Villette's expression began to grow helpless as well.

"No special techniques, I just squeeze hard."

Angie couldn't help but roll her eyes. Every time she asked Villette about it, the other woman answered with that same line.

"Which slave can be under succubus's hard squeezing and still not become a fool? Ah, if there really is one, I'll pour all my money to let him be mine exclusively."

"Really, I’m speaking the truth. As long as... as long as I squeeze hard when he doesn't react, ah no, as long as I squeeze hard before he… reacts to being played with…."

Watching the way her best friend spoke in a daze, Angie once again felt exhausted and helpless, her face slumped on the table as she lifted her hand and swung it around.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, let's just pretend I didn't ask anything."

With that, she stood up and stretched, letting her half-transparent white shirt tighten all at once against her hot, petite body that would make any man swoon.

"Afternoon classes will be starting soon, so go ahead and continue to make love to your slave."

With that snicker, Angie left Villette's table and went over to the counter to order another juice.

Her chat with Villette had left her feeling inexplicably tired, and she was ready to take her drink to the rooftop of the school building to properly relax again before class.

Villette just silently watched Angie's departing figure and shook her head slightly.

She didn't actually lie, but she didn't tell the whole story either.

She was indeed squeezing hard. It didn’t matter whether it was in class, free feeding, or even practicing at night; she did not slack off for a second, and even went into each sperm milking with the determination of a sexual duel.

But what she didn't say was that the reason that slave didn’t become a fool was simply because of himself.

It had nothing to do with Villette, the first genius succubus of the school year.