The succubi, who had long been aroused watching the scene, heard the teacher's permission and couldn't wait to rush to their slaves, wanting to release the lust in their hearts properly.

And the boys, whose lower bodies were standing tall and full of lust already, let out low growls of happiness. Without any resistance, they were pushed to the ground by their own masters.

They could not help but to raise their own waists, wanting to penetrate between the seductive breasts of their succubus masters that were tightly wrapped up in their gymnastic suits.

But Link didn't have the heart to enjoy those exciting and erotic sights. He was just having a hard time with Villette, who was standing next to him.

Normally, Villette would have pounced on him the moment the teacher gave her permission and crushed him with her violent sexuality.

Yet, she was just standing there frozen and impassive. It was so strange that Emi and a small group of students turned their attention to her.

In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the others, Link still had to move his feet and come up next to her, whispering a warning.

"Hey, time to start practicing."

"...Hmmm."

She paused for a few seconds before nodding her head slightly. She turned around without saying a word, gently reaching out her soft arms to push on Link's chest.

The force was completely weaker than any succubi should have exerted, and if Link hadn't taken the initiative to fall backward, the warm, soft palm that was pressed against his chest wouldn't have been able to even make him take a step backward.

Link allowed Villette to straddle her legs around his waist, leaning his hips against her warm thighs, but his eyes looked at Villette oddly.

Without a word, she went through her motions, gently unzipping the neckline of her gymnastics outfit, letting the snow-white flesh of her breasts, which were crying out to be seen, be partially liberated from the tightness of the garment.

Then, using two long, slender fingers to flick open the tiny openings at the position of her lower breasts that had been specially designed for breastfeeding, she squeezed his thick rod between her breasts.

Everything went on as usual: Villette milking him without a word with her unconcerned-about-anything expression. Not even the most basic of conversations were exchanged.

But Link still felt something, a feeling that he felt intuitively, like an illusion, but it was that feeling that made him uncomfortable all over.

Yet when those beautiful breasts fell, the skeptical Link couldn't help but let out a trance-like groan.

Even without any lubrication, the meat stick still penetrated between those slippery breasts without any hindrance. It was also because there was no lubricant or saliva separating them that Villette's silky skin could be more clearly felt.

Villette wasn't bursting with breasts, nor were they small. They were rather the kind of breasts that were just right; so perfect that any slight deviation would spoil that stunning figure.

The round curves, the jelly-like elasticity, and the silky smooth flesh of the breasts that silk couldn't even match. They could crush any man's resistance with just a touch.

There was not a single sign of sagging in that stunningly beautiful curvature, and the upturned posture recklessly flaunted their full shape that would make any mortal woman feel inferior.

Her breathing drove her breasts to tremble and rub against the rod caught in them. It was as if the cleavage was a machine designed to extract semen, knowing exactly how to bring more pleasure to its victim.

At this distance, the meat stick and her heart were only separated by a thin layer of skin, and one could even feel the thumping tremors coming from her heart.

But Link, who was panting slightly, felt even more squirmy inside instead.

Because this wasn't Villette's usual prowess, or else he would've already come multiple times.

Villette's skill was undoubtedly crushing. Not even experiencing that pleasure a hundred times could make one used to it. As her slave, Link knew this better than anyone. But now, he felt that he could resist the pleasure brought by Villette.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Link watched Villette fiddling with her breasts as if she was confused and powerless. She was like a small child who was losing interest; so much so that even though Link's own body was instinctively trembling and gasping for breath, he was still able to have the extra mind to think.

If it were in the past, Link would be happy to be able to fool around like this every time, but he was in class now. If the teacher found out, he would be in big trouble.

He subconsciously skimmed his head and looked around.

The succubi were toying with the slaves' meat sticks stuck between their breasts while Emi was frowning and lecturing something next to one of the succubus, seemingly dissatisfied with the succubus's movements and techniques.

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She held the succubus's breasts with both hands from behind. Her ten soft fingers wrapped around them as if they were lace patterns, driving the two masses of breast flesh to squirm demurely; the soft skin being kneaded into all sorts of shapes and jiggling in lewd motions.

The slave who was clamped in the middle of succubus' breasts moaned louder all of a sudden. His gasps, mixed with pleasure and pain, made the surrounding slaves swallow their saliva. Some of the succubi who were close by stopped their hands and watched Emi's demonstration with interest, letting the slaves under their breasts keep pleading to continue.

Link's panting became ragged, and he hurriedly turned his head to not look at the living show that was playing out over there.

That lascivious visual feast coupled with the overwhelming pleasure now coming from the rod was like a drug making the pleasure all of a sudden more intense. It made Villette's unseasonable excitement all of a sudden hard to hold back.

Seemingly sensing the sudden intensification of the trembling coming from the rod at her chest, Villette slowly raised her head, just in time to see Link, who had turned his head in a four-way glance.

She saw the lust in Link's eyes, the doubt and disbelief behind that lust, and a faint hint of skepticism.

She knew she shouldn't be like this. There was a good chance that the teacher would notice something was wrong if she acted out of character.

Still, for some reason, she didn't have the heart to continue.

Villette staggered away from Link and lowered her head, hiding the scowl on her face beneath her own bangs.

Link, on the other hand, moved his body uncomfortably, but his movements seem awkward.

Shit, what's going on?

Link thought darkly to himself, the inexplicable emotions underneath Villette's amber pupils eluding him. He was tempted to ask what was going on, but now was obviously not a good time for any kind of conversation.

After all, did he have any need to care about the needs of a succubus? As long as she didn't tell anyone about him, or get caught by the teachers, letting her act this way was beneficial to him.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound of an unpleasant female voice woke up the two who were caught up in their thoughts.

Emi was frowning in their direction.

Link subconsciously glanced around and realized that some succubi were also looking over with surprised expressions.

It dawned on him all at once: It was his moans.

In the past, he'd let out moans louder than the other slaves because of Villette's overly intense squeezing, so much so that the other teachers and student slaves in the class had gotten used to it.

Now, due to Villette acting strange, he was at best panting slightly.

Villette panicked as well, a little sweat dripping from her forehead.

She really wasn't in the mood for it, but the fact that the teacher was closing in still made her uneasy inside.

She didn't want anyone else to find out about Link, but being more innocent by nature, she didn't know what to do.

"Ah... ah..."

Link's moans getting louder made Villette react from her panic all of a sudden, as she felt Link's rod shuddering violently on her chest while slowly pushing upwards.

She lowered her head and saw that Link was clenching his teeth and thrusting upward with all the strength he could muster, the intense pleasure causing his gasps to grow ragged.

It was just a short centimeter, but it was like a hundred-meter race, exhausting him. That melting pleasure between his breasts became clearer with his active thrusts, making him moan loudly and unconsciously.

Villette stared blankly at Link's eyes which were half-open from pleasure, and he looked at her with a wink as if he were urging her on.

Link was doing something she understood well, pretending to be obsessed with demanding pleasure like a slave, and he was good at it.

But she hated it. She hated the way he looked in his mask, hated his posturing and claptrap, even if it was for self-preservation.

This time, however, Link looked into her eyes as his own true self.

Not a slave's plea, not an anxious urging, but a simple questioning.

He was putting on a show for everyone else but her.

She wasn't the only one who wasn't themselves at this moment!

As soon as she realized this, her heart thumped all at once.

Those full breasts bobbed up and down as her arms caught them, nullifying all of Link's uplifting movements.

Those bouncing breasts lost the constraints and began to enjoy the rod that fell into their cleavage with all their might.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"

Cum dampened Villette's breasts, and the whitish liquid that spilled from the glans dripped down between her pink collarbones in a feminine way.

But she didn't stop for a moment. Her glamorous breasts encased in her gymnastic uniform changed their movements, bobbing up and down, alternating from side to side, even squeezing tightly inward, crushing the freshly ejaculated rod without the slightest bit of mercy.

Link screamed miserably, and there was no longer any need for him to pretend to moan pleasure, as Villette's all-out maneuvers left him with no mind to think about anything else.

His trembling legs were pressed tightly under her sweaty armpits, and his meat stick was enveloped in the giant web of his gymnastic suit with not a single possibility of escape.

Emi saw Villette's skillful and intense movements, and the criticizing words she had wanted to say lingered in her throat.

Villette was an excellent student and didn't need her tutelage at all, and if it wasn't so rare to see her slacking off, there would've been no need to come over and remind her herself.

She stood still and thought about it, but finally sighed and gave up her lecture, turning her head and going back to teaching the other students.

But Villette didn't even realize that Emi was gone, she was just engrossed in squeezing as she always was.

She tensed her cheeks and stared down at him, the violent movements of her breasts making her cherry lips gasp slightly as well.

But she didn't realize she was acting differently. She just continued to squeeze Link's rod; that expressionless demeanor of hers becoming aroused in the shadow of her bangs.

She felt her heart fluttering violently, and an urge was telling her to continue, moment by moment, so much so that the sights and sounds around her didn't matter anymore.

Link's voice had become more and more hoarse from the screams, the excitement that far exceeded the usual made even he who had been enduring so far almost suffocate and die. Villette's breasts became more and more brutal with her frenzied movements. It was as if two eroding beasts were fighting for the prey in their mouths.

It wasn't until the dismissal bell came over the radio that a sweaty, panting Villette finally stopped.

Her face was flushed with over-excitement, her disheveled hair plastered to her moist skin, and the moans and gasps that escaped from those luscious lips teased every student and slave around her with their fragrant heat.

There was silence around them. Villette revealed herself for the first time in such an indiscreet manner, and the stunning sight of that iceberg beauty melting and blushing made everyone subconsciously hold their breath.

It wasn't until the rowdy noises from the school building could be heard that they finally snapped back to their senses, dragging Link to the infirmary.

Villette was still so caught up in that excitement that she didn't even realize that the corners of her mouth were curved up in a slight smile.