Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 401 Chapter 401 Come on then

With glitter on their bodies, they slithered in and out of sight- teasing the eyes of their beholders on the ground.

From invisible harps, soft silky melodies bled into the colorful room- assaulting his ears.

From his left, a tall woman with round eyes, a high cheek bone, and long blonde hair approached him in clacking heels;

"May I help you sir?"

Mike turned- and immediately, the girl's face flushed in familiarity.

"Mister Mike," she began; "I didn't realize–"

"It's alright sweetheart," he said dismissively; "I need Angel tonight."

Surprise glistened in her eyes; "I'm afraid you may have to waist sir. Angel has to be booked several days ahead for any kind of servi–"

"Don't worry your pretty head about that," He smiled his sweetest smile; "Just tell her Mike is asking for her- Mike the Alchemist."

The final three words rang loud with confidence- or was it pride? Either way, it must have worked- because a couple moments later, Angel's high pitched voice came from behind him;

"I must say, I'm quite surprised you asked to see me Mike. . ."

He turned- and her cat eyes met his.

". . .did you hit your head or something? What was it you told Madam Kay–?"

She placed one hand on her hip, and the other on her lip- acting like she was trying to remember;

"–oh yes, you said; 'Angel's flesh is like raging fire- a man needs a suit of armor just to get a taste of her.' Am I wrong?"

Mike smiled again; "You're not wrong. But neither was I."

"Just say you're afraid-" she said; "–don't hide behind ridiculous poetry."

Tactfully, he pivoted; "I asked to see you didn't I? Can we go some place quiet?"

Both her hands landed on her hips this time- cocking her head teasingly;

"What do you want mister Mike?"

Brimming with confidence, he took a step closer to the beautiful high-profile courtesan;

"Well, for starters, let's just say, I want to test my endurance level. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I won't indulge your flesh."

From her eyes, pink fire flared in curling flames. Her long black lashes curled- fluttering up and down, sizing him up with raw judgment in her eyes. Angel didn't mind having Mike. Really, she didn't mind having another elitist in her corner at all.

It was Madam Kay's ambition to control them all.

And she was more than happy to help.

In a cloud of fragrance, she swirled- sending her translucent pink gown flapping in the air.

"Come on then."

Mike heard his stomach slump as soon as Angel shut the door.

She turned to face him, and a rippling nervous energy tore through him. The big vein on his forehead thumped and thumped. Angel on the other hand, was as calm as a dove.

She slithered towards him- strutting one feet in front of the other.

Her translucent satin robe slipped off her shoulders- falling quietly on the lush pink carpet-revealing the most beautiful set of titties Mike had ever seen. His hardened eyes melted- and his jaws tightened.

Angel's name was perfect for her body.

Her skin was the color of yogurt- pale milky white. Like a walking glass of milk, her full round breasts jiggled with each step she took. Though she was barely five foot tall, the thickness of her thighs- and her blown out hips gave her the aura of someone bigger.

Barely a foot away from Mike, she tilted her chin up. Through the strands of hair draped across her face, she bored her intense eyes into his. Her lips moved, and her silky voice came ringing through;

"Ease up soldier," she purred- "The seriousness on your face is enough to make any student want to prepare for a test. . ."

Mike's mouth opened slightly- about to rasp a reply.

When her right arm thrust forward.

Through his pants- somehow, she had managed to find exactly where his dick was. With her palm upside down, her open palm flattened against his crotch- and Mike's jaws unclenched with a quickness.

"Is that what you want?" she asked softly, holding his gaze; "You want me to be your student?"

With audacity in her eyes- and power in her slender shoulders, she gripped Mike's crotch- and squeezed.

Against her small palm- she felt his rod hardening. She slowly whipped her voluptuous figure around- revealing two lumps of soft flesh below her waist. Mike gulped- as she pressed her ass against his crotch.

She whipped her long flowing silk hair forward, and slowly- twirled her boneless waist.

Angel was built like a goddess- but she had the finesse of a prowling demon. Her butt cheeks bounced against his rod- flattening against it with a delicate pressure- feeling him grow on her back.

"I'm your student Mike. . ." she purred; ". . .you can't touch me. . .or I'll get you fired. . ."

Mike's throat bobbed. He remained still- breathless, unmoving, and quiet. Just like a statue.

In front of him, the courtesan dropped a couple inches low- and picked up his raging boner using nothing but the milky flesh of her massive buttocks. The curve of her ass lifted up the rod of his cock- and dropped it.

She repeated it again- and again- crushing his hardening cock against the softness of her ass. Mike's eyes burned in his sockets- eager to grip her ripe buttocks- and fucker her until he ejaculated dust! Blood rushed to both his ears- and his dry lips cracked with the lack of moisture.

He was fully erect.

"Angel. . ." he called;

"You can't touch me now can you- teacher? You can't go around touching female students–"

She turned around.

"–not even when when they do this–"

She grabbed his cock again, slowly massaging him through his pants. With widening eyes, she watched Mike's face as he stiffened. With her every stroke, he got bigger and bigger- till his length filled her open palm.

With pursed lips- she looked him directly in the eye- taking control of his encroaching orgasm.

Mike didn't even feel the shove when it came. He simply found himself flying backwards- midair. He didn't even sigh in relief when the soft mattress of the king sized bed caught his fall behind him. He could have landed in an open flame- and he would still jump out and go straight to her.

"Spread your legs teacher," she commanded; "I want to see you."

Mike complied immediately. He sat up- undoing the buckle of his belt as he watched the naked woman lower herself between his legs. She dropped down- squatting on her heels with her long hair tied up behind her in a hasty ponytail.

She lifted her chin up once again- and the shadow of her face fell over Mike's penis.

It poked out between his hairy thighs- jutting out with the pink tip. Slowly, her fingers wrapped around its girth. And with a tightening grip, she held it in place- slowly rising up with a choking stroke.

His teeth gritted.

His fists tightened.

And his throat gulped hard.

The next few moments witnessed some hard- fast stroking. In masterful strokes, Angel twirled her hand in circles- rotating as she generously wanked his cock.