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



This was the second time this woman had robbed him of his own orgasm. Of course he could not blame her. She had climaxed multiple times. So, technically, she was done. But where did that leave him? His long rod, still hard, hung heavily between his legs. Clearly, he was not done yet.

Seated at the edge of the bed, the system decided to drop in at that moment;

[NEXUS.]

His eyes rolled irritatedly- what now?

[BE ADVISED, YOUR MISSION TO CURE THE LADY RUSSELL HAS NOT YET BEEN COMPLETED.]

Nexus wanted to yell that he was trying his best.

But the Dual Cultivation system was not done;

[DIAGNOSTICS ON THE MATRIARCH REVEALS AN ASTRONOMICAL AMOUNT OF YIN QI IN HER.]

[IT IS NOW INTERTWINED WITH HER VERY LIFE FORCE, AND HAS LATCHED ON TO HER BLOOD STREAM AS WELL AS HER INTERNAL ORGANS.]

[ON A PSYCHIC LEVEL, THIS EXORBITANT AMOUNT IS TOO LARGE TO BE EXPUNGED ALL AT ONCE.]

Nexus' heart sank.

This was not looking good at all.

[FURTHER DIAGNOSTICS REVEALS YOU HAVE BEEN ABLE TO INFUSE AN AMPLE AMOUNT OF YANG QI IN THE WOMAN.]

[HOWEVER DUE THE INTRUSIVE NATURE OF YOUR YANG QI PROMPTED A VIOLENT REACTION.]

His eyebrows arched.

[THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN THE EXCESSIVE YIN QI AND YOUR YANG QI RAGED VIOLENTLY INSIDE THE WOMAN.]

[THUS, MANIFESTING PHYSICALLY AS AN UNUSUAL ORGASM.]

Nexus exhaled- sending a quiet gasp of air out of his nostrils.

'Well, I guess this session is over then. . .'

Briefly, he turned back towards the naked woman passed out on the bed. In the dark, her soft breathing came out in soft whimpers. Nexus remembered how deliciously fleshy she was, and a fresh surge of want rose through him. For a moment, he contemplated slipping his penis into her- fucking her in her in her sleep. She would not know it. He was virtually on the edge of cumming right now.

His throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed hoarsely.

No.

Not today. Not ever.

Buckling his wet trousers, he rose to his feet- banishing his perverse thoughts from his mind. Nexus staggered as he made his way towards the door. He swayed gently in the darkness as he approached the exit. His legs had gone limp after hours of kneeling, so it took him a full minute to get himself straight.

Balancing himself on the door, he twisted the door knob, and pulled.

The light of the bright burning flame blasted his eyes immediately. White searing pain streaked through his eyeballs as his irises readjusted to light once again. He had been cocooned in the comfortable darkness for too long- doing nasty things with the nasty woman.

He jammed the door quietly behind him, and began his descent downwards from the tower.

Nexus roamed the empty hallways of the great castle feeling like a late night booty call. He silently trudged through the castle grounds, grateful for the burning torches that had been strategically kept at every corner.

In the hallways, along the walls and in between the towering pillars, stone statues of fully armored knights jeered at him from the shadows. Their dark silhouettes poured across the grounds- casting long ominous shadows.

It was way past midnight, so Nexus marched on confidently, knowing there would not be a single soul in sight.

Right around the corner was a bend. Without looking, Nexus stepped headfirst and nearly collided with something- or someone. It was purely instincts that made him jump back instead of falling forward.

Nexus landed with his dominant foot behind him, and his left foot in front. Apprehensive, his eyes readied into focus, on the tall figure that stood before him. He tensed when he saw the crimson red velvet gown. The tall slender figure stepped forward into the light and Nexus saw the unmistakable red curls, the haughty eyes, the long face, and the indifferent expression.

Monica.

No fucking way.

For a moment, Nexus stood in shock- not sure of what to say or do. All the data he had gathered concerning her, bombarded him mentally. Time stretched unpleasantly long for Nexus.

It was Monica.

The phantom legend.

The red headed ice queen.

Should he say hi? Should he customarily bow? Or should he simply nod in acknowledgment?

Moving noiselessly in an almost gliding motion- Monica eliminated all the options, and made the decision easy for him.

Nexus, just a few inches way from the stony wall to his left, watched as the tall, crimson clothed girl glided towards him. Her face was taut in an expressionless mask. Her shoulders were thrown back with a relaxed but poised indifference. And her hands were clasped together in front of her. She did not seem to have even noticed his presence.

Nexus had to side step and place his back against the wall as she passed- in order to avoid getting brushed.

Her long crimson gown flowed down, covering her long pretty legs as she glided right past him. Without even as much as a glance, she breezed right past him- keeping her eyes straight forward, as though he were as insignificant as a piece of furniture.

Monica walked past, and kept walking until her tall slender figure disappeared around the next curve at the far end of the hallway.

He stood there, gazing at her fleeting form, until she and her shadow disappeared.

"Wow. . ." he thought; "Just wow. . .I guess there's no surprise there. All the stories of her being a loner must be true."

He shrugged himself out of his state of amusement, and headed towards his bedroom.

Lying in his bed a few moments later, fingers locked together under his head, Nexus stared up at the ceiling, thinking;

'What was Monica even doing up by this time?' he wondered; 'And why had she not been surprised to see him wandering the halls? Was that actually normal here?'

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[ALERT! ALERT!]

Nexus' eyes flung open with a violent start.

[INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!]

[BE ADVISED: A PRESENCE IS ACTIVELY WORKING TO GAIN ENTRANCE INTO YOUR BEDROOM.]

[POINT OF INVASION: THE ENTRANCE.]

The urgency sent his blood boiling immediately. His eyes jerked open, literally destroying any residue of sleep. Out from the candlesticks, an orange flame burned semi-brightly. His eyes shot towards the window- the blackness of the open night sky greeted his eyes.

He did not distinctly recall falling asleep. But he had enough presence of mind to know that he had not been asleep for long. It was still night time.

He angled his ear like a wary sparrow, listening even for the slightest sounds. But he heard next to nothing. He smelled nothing. And he felt nothing. But Nexus' sense of sight picked up the first distortion.

Black smoke.

Thick black odorless smoke.

Nexus' shoulders tensed. His hairs stood on end, and his sixth sense screamed at him from the depths of his consciousness.

From under the door, the black fumes stole into his room. Nexus kept his gaze locked firmly on the door. Eyes wide, and heart racing, he looked at the unnatural black fumes as it rose up from the ground in pillars of smoke. From the top of the wooden door, from the slit under it, and from the sides, it puffed through energetically- percolating through the door in dense clouds.