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



Nexus did not doubt that one bit. He had felt that as well- everything.

He slid off her in one sweep, and his feet bounced on the floor. He reached for a nearby towel..

Trying to keep his voice as professional as possible, he answered her as he wiped his hands off the castor oil;

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I feel that is as far as we should probably go."

The Lady turned over, spinning her head in his direction. She heaved herself up while clutching her duvet to her chest. She stared at him intently;

"As far as we should go? So, you're saying you're intentionally keeping me from the full healing process?"

"Of course not ma'am. I'm fully dedicated to healin–"

"So what is it then?" she peered at him curiously; "What exactly is the problem?"

Even sick, the Lady Russell's aura was quite dominating. Her sharp, knowing eyes pierced through him, nudging him, until he could no longer hold her gaze.

"My Lady–"

"Don't beat around the bush healer, lay it as it is. However naked the truth maybe, I want it."

Nexus surprised himself when his own cheeks began to flush. Before he could color the words he promptly laid it out;

"I stopped because the next stage involves touching you in unmentionable places. . ."

She stared at him blankly, forcing him to explain;

"What I just did was merely the pre-massage session. In order to make sure your healing is complete, I would have to get more physical with you- more intimate, and a lot more personal. . .that was why I had to stop."

He turned his back on her towards the dresser, and continued to wipe his hands clean.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?!"

Her voice hit the air- loud, angry, and laced with a thundering annoyance.

Nexus froze. What the fuck? He turned around slowly, trying to figure out what had gotten her so worked up.

When his eyes fell on her, the woman he saw was a completely person from what she was just a few moments ago. Her lower lip was quivering hysterically, and pulsing with supressed anger. Her perfectly angled nose was actively flaring, and her black eyes were burning dangerously in anger.

Nexus knew he had fucked up.

He watched as she opened her mouth to unleash a scourge upon him;

"ARE YOU JOKING? You stopped- because you were afraid of a litle physical contact?"

There was no sarcasm.

"Ma'am–"

"I've told you already TO KEEP THAT SHIT ASIDE. . .you're a healer aren't you?"

Nexus nodded.

"Do you go around shying away from female patients because you're hung up on some moral code?"

He had enough sense not to try to answer that.

She scoffed;

"Let me tell you now mister DOCTOR-" she laid heavy emphasis on the word;

"In all future treatment processes with women, you need to put every basic etiquette aside. Because I assure you, nobody gives a damn, as long as they get treated. . ."

She exhaled, and tightened her grip on the duvet across her chest;

"I suggest you get on with it."

Her reprimanding eyes and words drilled into Nexus like hot bars. Each rebuke made him feel the weight of his miscalculation. In a really weird twist, her hot scolding had brought things into perspective.

He inclined his head;

"Your points are valid."

She sank back into the silk covered pillow;

"Look, I get it okay, chivalry isn't a bad thing. But this is literally a life and death situation. There's no room for being a gentleman here. . ."

She eased her grip on the duvet, and turned her head to face him;

"There are tons of male obstericians and gynecologists out there. If all of them were prudes, I'm pretty sure all of them would be out of a job by now."

In silence, Nexus turned his back to oil his hands some more, making slurp-slurp sounds along the way. Finally, his voice boomed from behind his stoic back;

"I must say, your strength is commendable."

He turned to face her again, rubbing his hands;

"I don't know anyone in your situation that wouldn't have given up a long time ago."

Flattery had never failed him. He had to put her in the best mood possible, and compliments were the way to go.

She answered in a more endearing tone;

"I don't know about anyone else, but there's still so much to live for you know."

"Damn straight," he agreed.

He continued to rub his hands against each other; "So, shall we?"

The lady's eyes were closed temporarily, as though she was taking a moment to catch her breath.

"Yes." she breathed the word out. "Do you want me back lying on my stomach? Or–"

"No," he said assertively; "I want you on your back facing me."

Nexus was trying to actively re-assert his dominant role here after the disruption. His tone had taken on a more commanding ring to it, and the Lady Russell was responding, both to his authority, and to his charm.

Her grip on the duvet eased, as she rested her anticipating eyes on Nexus, eager for the next stage.

Nexus knew that the onus was now on him. So, he put forth his hand, caught the blanket between his fingers, jerked it up, and tossed it to the side- revealing her stark naked body.

Nexus knees instantly went weak.

Her mature, supple upper naked body greeted his eyes with a bang. With the torches burning in the background, her nakedness came alive under the crimson canopy. Her breasts were fucking huge. Full, round, and milky, they spilled over to the left and right.

Nexus swallowed.

In awe, he watched her two pink supple nipples, harden under the shifting breeze. Her skin was pale white- like milk. A certain tenderness exhuded from her body like morning mist over the earth. When Nexus realized that he had free reign with them, his loins burned with an unqunechable fire.

In the fraction of a second, Nexus took it all in and immediately, assumed a mask of indifference.

His eyes went from flickering with erotic desire, to being flat dead- like still water. In the face of her luscious naked body, his expression relaxed into one of dead calm. His mouth taut, he reached for the castor oil behind him once again, pretending to not care about her nakedness at all.

Through her half open eye lids, Mrs. Russell watched him furtively. Although she was innocent in her motives, desire lurked at the edge of her eyes. So, when she felt Nexus' smooth, soft palms on her chest, the matriarch purred like a kitty.

He went straight for her breasts.

From her stomach, he slid upwards, cupping each sister in one hand- before squeezing affectionately. Mrs. Russell gasped, and jerked a little.

Wickedly, he applied more pressure, squeezing and milking from the bottom to the top- caressing every inch of her humongous mammary glands, except her nipples. With a straight face, and fluid-godlike like motions, Nexus continued to massage her breasts. His well oiled hands covered the span of her areolas.

Her breathing began to rise- faster and faster.

Each time he packed a boob, and squeezed, she squealed like a puppy. Her fully erect nipples screamed at him, standing at attention, itching for his touch, and yearning to be sucked. She squirmed under him, and clutched the sheets tightly at her sides. Occasionally, she would tilt her body enough, just so Nexus' hands would accidentally graze her nipple.

It did not work.

She inclined her head suggestively, looked at him directly in the eyes and parted her lips to let loose a salacious wordless moan. But the serious look on Nexus' face reflected the true purpose of what he was doing. Nexus was harnessing his own Yang qi. He intended to use her breasts as a doorway to begin the insertion of his own potent Yang qi into her body- without inducing any kind of hinderance from her system.

Satisfied with the amount he had harnessed, Nexus finally directed his thumbs and forefingers to her pink nipples- and squeezed.

Her waist, and lower back shot up in the air. She cried out, in a lusty moan, and collapsed back again. Nexus buried his eyes in hers, and did it again. She moaned long, and hard, seething and gasping for breath. Her pink nipples were even pinker now. The subtle mix of pleasure and pain sent her spiralling.