Whether succubus or slave, if you leave early or arrive late to class without an excuse, your usual grade would be deducted. Although excused absences were allowed, there was a limit to the number or permitted absence.

That was why Link had to get up and keep attending the classes even though he was so uncomfortable every time. He didn't want to fail and be discarded due to taking too much time off class. He also didn't want to hold Villette back.

After all, he didn't want to owe Villette anything.

As a school that combined learning and living, the Academy was obviously very large, so the distance between the various school buildings was enough to put a number of small houses in between.

Link was glad that this class was gym class. He could barely make it to the nearby playground by the time the bell rang.

Since classes were approaching, there weren't many students still lingering in the hallways, and Link didn't need to worry about how his behavior would make others feel.

In any case he still had the label of Villette's slave to his name. Even if he didn't want it in his heart a hundred times, he had to admit that it had made his life considerably easier.

But... her words last night...

Link couldn't help but think of the look in Villette's eyes at that moment, the expectant, pleading emotion that haunted his mind.

Would a succubus really love a slave?

He laughed at the sudden thought. It was clear from Villette's answer what the nature of succubi was.

She didn't know the first thing about human love.

Link shook his head, shaking off the thoughts that were bothering him.

If, indeed, she realized what love was and confessed again...

He didn't think about it further than that as he subconsciously avoided the questions that bubbled up from the bottom of his heart.

After all, it would mean a betrayal of his past.

And just as he was thinking this, he quickly crossed the atrium to the empty playground.

He also saw the rows and rows of young girls who had changed into white gymnastic uniforms, displaying the wonderful flesh of their youth unreservedly, as well as the slaves beside them who reveled in the beautiful backs of their masters.

After glancing around at the students still bustling about, he made his way to the silhouette that was purposefully hiding behind the other succubi.

Many succubi were looking at Link with amazement; they had seen Ms. Lily carrying him half-dead from Villette's room late last night, and in less than half a day's time, he was actually able to recover and run over to class.

A few succubi couldn't help but look at the slaves next to them with disgruntled eyes. Those slaves all already had a trance in their eyes, even their standings were shaky.

These succubi were already considering spending a bit of their credits on a new slave from the academy.

The unlucky slaves didn't realize the fact that they were about to be thrown away as the desire for pleasure was all that was left in their broken minds.

For them, as long as they could continue to feel pleasure at the last moment, they wouldn't care whether it would be their master or the cold squeezing pipeline that drained their energy.

But some of the other smarter slaves had already guessed what the succubi were thinking through their reactions. They looked at their "compatriots" who were about to die without even knowing it with sympathy in their eyes.

"Hee hee, afraid of being thrown away?"

Sensing the uneasiness from her slave's heart, Angie smiled and placed her small hand on his crotch. That slave's original expression with a bit of sentimentality was immediately melted by the pleasure and he let out a soothing moan.

"Don't worry, as long as you're good and obedient, this sister won't just throw you away~"

She petted her slave's head, and the slave who felt the love and care from his master moaned like a tamed animal, enjoying the pleasure from his master.

There were a few succubus in the group who teased the smarter and slightly more disturbed slaves with a little bit of petty pleasure like Angie had done, and giggled as if soothing their pets was a fun little activity for them as well.

The vast majority of succubus, on the other hand, were still waiting very lazily for their teacher to arrive, not bothering to waste a fraction of their energy toying with their slaves even when they were letting out faint, ragged gasps from the other succubi's little antics.

The movements of the succubus and slave around them did not affect Villette and Link, but rather better masked the sense of awkwardness that came with the silence that was uniquely theirs.

Link deliberately didn't look at Villette's face. His gaze turned downward and he kneaded his sore muscles to distract himself.

Villette also kept her head down, not letting Link see the expression that was hidden under her bangs.

It wasn't until the chattering voices in the group began to quiet down that the two of them raised their heads.

A hot female in a sports coat led two boys to the front of the line.

Her flowing black hair was swept back in a long single ponytail to the back of her head, and the jacket pulled up to her jaw gave her an air of competence.

Yet the zipper that was pushed up into a bulging curve in the middle by her uplifted breasts, and the smooth skin at her waist that her jacket was too short to cover, made her hot and inviting.

Her imperious gaze gave way to a surprised expression as she glanced at Link at the far end of the line, next to Villette, and then she nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, that's a good slave."

She seemed to be complimenting Link, and even her somewhat cold expression softened.

"Nowadays, many slaves indulge in pleasure without restraint, and they have to rest for a long time after being slightly over-exploited. They have no spirit of perseverance at all. Many students don't achieve good enough grades because their slaves don't strive for excellence."

She continued.

"So all the other slaves need to learn from Link and contribute to their masters, becoming supportive of their masters. Understood?"

She looked down at the roster in her hand and her question was answered by the yells of the slaves.

"Yes!"

She nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Now that Villette's slave has returned, the slave I was going to use as your replacement for this lesson will not be needed."

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She glanced back and two boys shuddered in fear.

"You, back to the equipment room."

The boy who had been named immediately fell to his knees and pleaded with her.

"Sensei, sensei please use me! I'll be obedient! I'll be good!"

Her expression instantly chilled, and her long, slender legs and feet in sneakers kicked him in the lower back in one fell swoop, causing him to let out a scream of both pain and pleasure.

It was obviously a sharp pain that hit the vitals, yet the dirty crotch part of his pants became wet and moist all of the sudden. Even his expression was filled with a twisted trance of pleasure.

"Go back when you're told to. Can't you understand even that simple thing?"

She spoke coldly, and the boy who had been kicked couldn't care less about his aching bottom and his body as he trembled and left the playground.

"Oooh wow, Emi-sensei is still so violent..."

"But that's actually how she likes to play I guess. That's why she's always like that with her slaves."

"Maybe it'll be fun… should we try to play like her tonight?"

Emi looked back with a disgruntled expression, and the whispers of those students disappeared at once.

She sighed and tapped her shoulder helplessly with the roster in her hand. Her overly stern attitude was seemingly directed only at the slaves of the academy, not the succubi who were students.

"It's almost time for the Games. I hope you can train your fitness well and hard during this time and try to get good results."

She scrutinized the slaves who had grown uneasy under her stern gaze.

"You lot in particular need to get a grip on yourself. Your performance is tied to the students' grades, so don't blame the academy for sending you to the punishment room for proper conditioning if your laziness affects your master's ranking."

Link bristled slightly behind the others' backs, Emi's attitude was almost written with targeting and resentment towards the slaves.

But that was the normal behavior of the teachers at this academy. Even Lilly was only slightly different due to her nature as a fox demon.

Link's brows furrowed as he couldn't help but fret about the big event coming up.

He subconsciously glanced at Villette next to him, just in time to find Villette looking back at him as well.

The gaze of the two was broken unilaterally by Villette after a split second of contact, and she immediately looked away, as if desperately trying to avoid Link.

What's going on...

His frown deepened. Villette's perverse attitude was getting to him. He couldn't help but once again regret his overly impulsive behavior the previous day.

He himself had at least gotten used to living in the academy, so his greatest fear was that he would cause some kind of change that would result in him facing an even more dangerous situation.

He didn't have the confidence to go up against the entire academy since he couldn't even beat Villette alone.

As much as it pained him to admit it, Villette's straight-laced personality and blunt behavior had really saved his life a lot of trouble.

If it were any other succubus, he would've been reported to the rectification room and turned into a "spare part" just like that slave just now.

So, his impulsive behavior the previous day could easily have cut his future short.

Like it or not, he also had to break his previous attitude of not listening and take the initiative to find out what Villette was thinking.

So, Link quietly approached Villette, who was standing like a twig without any thoughts, and asked softly in a voice that the other succubi couldn't hear.

"What's wrong with you?"

Link felt what seemed like a sudden shudder going through the petite body next to him.

"It's okay..."

Her ancient, uneven tone was almost unchanged from her usual one, but Link still heard a subtle change.

"Why... do you ask?"

She asked softly after a few more seconds of silence, her gaze still fixed forward, not looking at Link, who was next to her.

"Because it affects credits and grades."

Link answered even though he didn't know why Villette was asking.

"I have a lot of credits to spare. It doesn't even matter if you don't show up."

"In that case I'd have been disposed of as trash long ago, wouldn't I..."

Link's answer made Villette shake her head slightly.

"As long as I keep my mouth shut, the Academy won't pursue it."

She finally turned her head to look at Link with a hint of seriousness in her eyes.

"You hate succubi, don't you?"

Link was silent for a few seconds, he was going to muddle through by just answering that he didn't hate it but chose to be honest when he recalled Villette's slap last night.

"Yes."

"Then why come to class? You hate me, right?"

Link didn't know why Villette kept repeating that "hate or no hate" question, but her riddle-like responses made him feel a little annoyed.

"I told you, I go to class because I don't want to lose credit, and losing credit means being discarded. So even though I hate all the succubus here, including you, I'm forced to come to class to maintain my credits. Are you satisfied?"

Villette still didn't seem satisfied and wanted to press on, but was interrupted by Emi's voice.

"The exercise of today's lesson will be breast sex. I'll be doing a demonstration and then correcting you on your moves and mistakes, so watch this carefully."

The succubus bustled together in a circle at once, surrounding Emi and the boy who had been chosen to be the teaching tool.

There were quite a few slaves who wanted to come to the front and enjoy the beautiful scene that was to come, but fearing that their masters would be displeased, they could only cower and stay on the sidelines.

Link and Villette had to end their conversation to avoid being mavericks and came together as well.

At that moment, Emi unzipped her jacket with both hands, and the large breasts that were tucked inside immediately popped out.

The white flesh of the breasts, hidden inside her dress, swayed gently with overwhelming weight. Her pink areola below her cherry-like seductive nipples made all the males present swallow almost simultaneously.

And the slave, who was pressed into Emi's lap, moaned with excitement. His raised rod quivered as he felt the warmth and weight coming from above.

Then, her breasts fell from her slender arms and smashed against her body, shaking in a cream-colored wave.

"Ah...wuah..."

The rod passed through the deep cleavage unimpeded, causing the slave to let out a moan like he was being melted.

"Listen up, lap breast sex is the best position for breast sex."

Her sleek shoulders swayed back and forth, but her tone didn't change. She just teached normally.

The snow-white flesh of her breasts clamped tightly around the rod and crushed it, the reddish glans moving in and out of the tops of her cleavage as if drowning, being gently rubbed against the delicate skin of her breasts.

Many of the slaves were already staring straight at the scene, and their rods were already standing tall.

"Hardly any slave will be able to hold on if you wiggle your breasts like this. Even if yours aren't big, you can use your nipples to rub against the rod, and use the strength of your arms to control the slave's legs."

As she said that, she used the touch of her slippery and tender breasts to bring stimulation to the meat stick. The slave's face didn't become distorted by the intense pleasure, but instead showed a peaceful and trance-like look like a sleeping baby.

"Breast sex relieves the other person's tight body, provides gentle stimulation, and works very well as foreplay for getting back in shape again."

Emi's movements changed all of a sudden, her breasts alternating from side to side, up and down under the control of her palms, squeezing hard. The soft skin of her breasts seemed to grow rough and fleshy, making the slave's expression grimace all of a sudden.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh--"

It was the sound that succubi knew best, crushed by the thrill of violence.

Her breasts changed shape and squeezed the rod that was confined in the cleavage, and the intense movement portrayed her intent to squeeze all semen out.

"But as a means of breaking down the opponent, tit-fucking is also very effective. With the application of powerful movements and the stimulation of nipples rubbing against sensitive areas, it can give the slave a lot of pleasure. On top of that, if you add extra stimulation…."

Her breasts squeezed downward. It was a scene that carried an indescribable amount of lewdness that turned many succubus on.

Emi gently licked her lips, and the rod trembled violently as if it felt uneasy, trying to escape from the confines of her breasts.

"Hmmm... chirp..."

Her ripe, rosy lips kissed the glans, and the sucking sound made even the waists of a few slaves go limp and fall to the floor at once.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"

The slave's previous expression of enjoyment had completely disappeared, replaced by a demented look of pain.

The tongue that persistently stimulated the meatus sent erotic pleasure like an electric current straight to his brain.

Even with such intense oral sex, the breasts underneath didn't slacken off a bit, bobbing up and down in aid of the oral ministrations.

The lustful sound of slurping along with the slave's moans made everyone who heard it horny.

As if drawn directly from his testicles, the slave screamed in agony as he gushed a massive amount of cum into Emi's mouth.

The huge amount of it didn't make her uncomfortable. Silently, without a single spill, she swallowed all that cum into her throat.

Yet she didn't stop, the movement of her breasts continued as if she were trying to squeeze all that cum out of the testicles, prolonging the ejaculation.

It was as if the meat stick was out of control.Its ejaculation spurt showed no sign of stopping, pouring into Emi's mouth in a steady stream.

The slave drooled dementedly from his mouth, only faint stuttering sounds coming out.

It seemed as if Emi's jiggling breasts wouldn't stop, and that meat stick would squeeze all the moisture out of his body.

The ejaculation lasted nearly five minutes, so much so that the slave's body appeared dried out to the naked eye. His skin wrinkled and crinkled, looking as if it would crack open at the slightest touch.

In contrast, Emi, whose face had become smoother and softer, simply spread her mucus-soaked breasts and freed the already shriveled rod from its soft prison.

"The ability of soft breasts is to loosen the muscles of the rod, so that the slave ignores his body's protective instincts and can't help but ooze cum. It's the easiest and most direct way to drain a slave."

She lightly licked the lewd liquid that stained her hand and addressed the succubi around her, who were already giddy with excitement.

"Now, it's time for your practice."