Chapter 6 2

"I like you."

Link's eyes widened the instant those words were uttered.

The girl's eyes reflected his dismayed cheeks in the moonlight, and her stunning features, tinged with subtle affection, caused him to hold his breath.

The love and adoration contained in the bright pupils of the young girl was enough to mesmerize any male.

Link closed his eyes. He took several deep breaths before finally regaining his usual composure.

Link opened his eyes and spoke softly as he looked levelly into those regal eyes.

"Oh."

The response, so brief as to feel perfunctory, caused Villette's velvety embroidered brow to furrow, and made her repeat the confession that would make any young man or woman blush.

"I said, I like you."

"Well, I like you too."

Link replied indifferently, his heart that had become flustered by the sudden confession just now was now completely calmed down. It was as if he was answering a standard answer without any emotion.

"No, you're lying. You don't like me."

Villette moved closer to Link's face, the distance between them shortening to the point where they could even touch the tips of each other's noses. She stared into Link's eyes, which were slightly averted from hers and said in a tone that sounded like she was stating a fact.

"No, no, no, you don't understand. I like you a lot, really. Who would hate having a succubus girlfriend?"

Link's attitude slowly changed, and he was like an actor on stage trying his best to show off his smile, vocally reciting words that spoke of good fortune and happiness.

"I'm loving my life right now, being able to enjoy immense pleasure every day, being able to enjoy the bodies of the very best girls at will."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, so much so that his lower body began to perk up once more, allowing Villette to feel the hot sensations coming from under her belly.

"And I don't even need to care about working part-time or making money anymore. It feels so great to be adopted by my master. Compared to now, my previous life in the human world was a piece of shit, I love you mas-"

Slap--

"Lies."

Villette withdrew the hand that had slapped Link, and the gaze that gazed at him was like that of a disinterested spectator who had seen through the clown's comical façade and became bored.

"You don't like me."

Villette stared at Link, who seemed terrified by her. The shivering, as in fear of his master's displeasure, only made her cringe.

"You don't like succubi either. You hate the Academy even more. You don't like it here at all."

Her tone grew colder and colder with each word.

"This is not a Loyalty Test."

And Link's terrified, downtrodden expression disappeared completely at Villette's last words.

His attitude changed all of a sudden, panic and fear turned into indifference and hostility. His upper body sat up from the bed as if to push Villette's body backward, even if Villette's torso came even closer to his chest as a result.

Link, who was a little over half a head taller since he was sitting upright now, looked down into Villette's eyes and questioned coldly.

"Why did you say you liked me?"

Villette looked straight into his interrogative eyes and answered without a hint of avoidance.

"Because I love you."

Link snickered, hanging on to a fake smile as if he was being provocative, and asked rhetorically.

"What does a succubus know about love?"

"We are the embodiment of desire, of course we know what love is."

Villette didn't seem to pick up on Link's mockery and replied in a serious manner.

Link felt a twinge of displeasure at Villette's reaction. He thought about mocking Villette some more, but under her penetrating eyes that didn't have a single trace of concealment or deception, he finally just sighed.

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Villette continued to reply in her usual blunt tone.

"Why do you love me, a dispensable slave?"

Some succubus did love their slaves, but it wasn't the kind of love familiar to humans. Rather, it was like owning a favorite used pen. If said pen was accidentally damaged, then it was just a matter of lamenting for a bit and replacing it with another one.

Straight up love confessions, which was not uncommon, was just a flirtatious little tactic during sexual activity.

Link couldn't help but frown. The other party's melodramatic words at the beginning made him think that it was a small encouragement due to his performance today. But Villette's later words made Link feel puzzled and unsettled.

The Loyalty Test, as the name suggested, was an act to test a slave's loyalty to their master. It tended to happen in the early stages of enrollment, when slaves hadn't developed too much mental dependence on their masters.

Many succubus would pretend to have feelings of pity or love for them, offering to help each other share their negative emotions, or even offering to help their slaves escape the academy.

Once a slave aws mesmerized by the succubus' attitude and put his or her unwillingness to submit on display, the succubus would either infiltrate his or her spirit more actively in the process, or inform the Academy directly.

For example, deliberately taking a long detour during the escape from the academy and engaging in more ambiguous behavior in the meantime, pretending to look out for the slaves while leaving no stone unturned to show your seductive power as a succubus on the way, offering to solve the slaves' physiological problems many times in order to facilitate the escape, and making the slaves give up the idea of escaping and become a slave of the succubus voluntarily at the final stage of the escape.

While the academy rewarded succubi who succeeded in tempering their slaves, the slaves who kept the idea of escaping were brainwashed and tempered in the rectification room. Then, they were either obediently returned to their succubus masters or become a lifeless husk to supply the academy with energy.

As for the idea that Villette had deliberately lied and fished to bait him, Link just thought about it for a moment before throwing it away.

He had been "sharing a bed" with the other party for a few months, and he knew that her character and attitude would not allow her to do such a thing.

At least, he subconsciously hoped so.

After a few seconds of slight thought, Villette opened those cherry colored lips and spoke.

"You never completely surrendered your body while I was squeezing your sperm, so... you are interesting."

Villette struggled to organize her words. Her warm soft cheeks were clouded with an air of compassionate sadness from distress and contemplation.

"I... love the process of knocking the persistence out of you, it makes me happy that you haven't given up until now..."

She felt a sudden violent shudder run through her body, but Villette, absorbed in her own thoughts, didn't care and was still talking.

She didn't see that Link's face was becoming grimmer bit by bit as she made her voice heard.

"So I was wondering if I confessed my love to you, would I be able to defeat your persistence once and for all? Well... other succubi have said that it would be easier to make a slave fall with love, but I've always thought of crushing you with pleasure before, so this time I want to try a different path-"

"So?"

Link interrupted Villette with a bad tone.

"You think you love me because you thought it would be fun to beat me to the punch, but because you didn't want to just break me, you want to do it differently?"

Villette didn't react to Link's change in attitude and just nodded after a moment's thought.

"Well, that should be it."

Link took a deep breath as he raised a finger to his face, a hint of anger in his tone.

"You're curious about the reason why I haven't given up and become a slave by now?"

Villette couldn't help but frown as she finally realized Link's reaction wasn't quite right, but being a straight shooter by nature, she just shook her head.

"No, it doesn't matter to me why you persist, I just need to make you my slave."

She merely acted like she was trying to get Link to completely submit to her, and although she didn't manage to directly crush her opponent with her skills, it was enough for her if she could achieve that.

Link's eyes widened when he heard Villette's remark. Staring at her angrily, his entire body trembled slightly from rage.

His palms that were propped up on the sheet seemed to be trying to lift up and vent the anger that was burning from within.

But reason ultimately overcame his impulses, and after a long time, he finally decided against making a move, turning that anger within him into a more subtle resentment and contempt.

On the surface, he just gave an emotionless, fake laugh.

"It's true that you're just a succubus. You don't know anything about love."

Link's words caused Villette to feel a twinge of impatience, it wouldn't have been necessary for her to know what love was, and if it wasn't for the inexplicable urge in her heart, she would still continue to hone her skills until she completely defeated Link.

She just had to be able to make Link hers. Nothing else mattered.

So, she came closer to Link, and that quaint tone of voice took on a hint of annoyance.

"What's your answer? I can let you live a normal life like those slaves in the human realm. I can give you whatever you want. I can even help you escape the academy to return to your home in the human realm. Is that enough?"

She wanted to hear Link's consent in a hurry, and then enjoy the sexual intercourse after the other party's complete submission, nothing else mattered to her. As long as he could say the word "yes" immediately, that would be enough.

No slave would refuse these benefits, she thought, and all a slave needed should be only these.

She looked at Link's mouth expectantly and anxiously, wanting to reach right out with her own white fingers and break it open, yanking out that tongue to make it spit out the words she wanted to hear.

"Hm..."

Yet what emerged from that mouth was a sneer.

"Hmphahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

That suppressed sneer slowly turned into a loud, mocking laugh.

"Going home hahahaha, I can't believe you said going home? A normal life? Hahahahahahaha-"

Link's eyes were tearing up with laughter, and he was laughing so hard that it was almost hard to breathe. His body was convulsing; the convulsions turning into little shudders as he was pressed back down on the bed by Villette's petite body.

Villette wasn't sure why Link was suddenly laughing like a madman, but she still hadn't heard the answer she was looking for, so she raised her volume and asked again.

"Do you agree or not? I can take you back to your home and make your life normal."

"Going home hahahaha... Going home... Villette, you really should hear exactly why I've lasted this long."

Link looked like he was tired of laughing as he wiped away the tears that were streaming out of his eyes.

"Why? Is that important?"

Villette's tone took on a note of anger. Repeatedly not getting the answers she wanted had brought her patience to the brink.

"Because if you knew, you wouldn't be asking me these stupid questions!"

Link suddenly flipped Villette's body over onto the sheets.

Her palms were pinned down by his, and the bright moonlight was blocked out by the one on top of her body, with only a small, faint halo of light passing through the cracks in her torso, illuminating the twisted cheeks of the owner of the hideous gaze that stared back at her.

Link squeezed Villette's limbs with his own body, his head lowered slightly as if to make Villette hear him clearly, and he let out a low growl with suppressed anger.

"My parents, you succubi killed them. My home, it was gone when I entered this academy. My life, it has been nothing for a long time. Because of you guys, I didn't even get to see my parents for the last time."

He crouched down and whispered in her ear like a lover, just as Villette had done in her confession.

"So don't give me any fucking love. The reasons that have sustained me this far are not for your pleasure, Villette Hill!"

Link's words ended up exploding in Villette's ears.

He gasped, his body trembling from overexertion. His eyes, twisted with resentment, stared dead at Villette, who had fallen silent.

He had almost moved to strangle her outright. He would've done so if it wasn't for that one shred of sanity left was protecting him from death.

And just then, Villette's body suddenly moved.

Failing to suppress her movement, Link fell back onto the bed. Immediately afterward, that hot and soft petite body clung onto him causing his eyes to melt in an instant.

Villette's arms tightened around him, and the entrance to her honeypot, without a hint of lubrication, engulfed his rod without hindrance.

Villette grimaced and twisted her hips, moving her body like she was trying to squeeze Link to pieces.

Unlike her previous practice, her movements were now shallow and furious; without a hint of finesse. It was merely a violent sexual brawl.

Link's trance-like consciousness snapped awake. His anger and resentment flooded back into his brain.

Almost ignoring the erosive pleasure, he pushed upward hard with his swollen rod while his palms, which were bigger than Villette's, grasped the arms she had wrapped around his back.

He rolled his body over and pinned Villette's body down again, shrugging his hips as if he was raping her, his hands restraining Villette's resisting arms.

However, Link didn't last long under the succubus's pleasure. He was spurred off his feet by the pleasure coming from nerves all over his body, and was wrenched down by the two slippery thighs that Villette had wrapped around his waist.

Villette's hands reversed and clamped down on Link's arms again. Her sweat-soaked honeyed ass dropped with full force over and over again as if she was venting her anger.

And Link, after realizing he couldn't roll over and pin her down again, frantically headbutted Villette's forehead. The sharp pain caused a slight delay in both of their movements, but once again, they were tightly entwined with each other in fury.

Link gnawed like a wild animal on Villette's smooth, white shoulder, while Villette's palm pinched his back in a death grip, leaving several bloody marks on it.

The two were entangled together. Their movements were so violent that it was as if two beasts were tiredlessly mating. Their ambiguous posture and the pleasure of intercourse staged a different, more sexual kind of gladiatorial combat, and in the center of the fight, the two were uncaringly using their own bodies to vent their anger and sadness.

After an unknown amount of time, one side passed out completely. It was a signal to end it once and for all.

And the other beast, already scarred, was no victor either.

The dispute, which no one knew about, left only two losers behind.