Guide to Raising a Succubus

SusieBeam1171985iTD Fantasy

Beth's head buzzed instantly—The Undercity, that was certainly a place that gave every human mage a headache.
It was four in the afternoon at Waffle Magic Academy's rear garden, where students leisurely enjoyed their afternoon tea. They chatted excitedly about recent courses, entertaining each other with newly learned beginner spells—levitation and sparks mostly—while their faces radiated the confidence and vitality unique to youth.
Ten minutes into this delightful tea gathering, a trio marched briskly past, their hurried pace kicking up a cloud of dust. Students' curious eyes followed them as they passed by without so much as a nod of apology, heading straight north, disappearing soon after as if they were an unexpected blip in a tranquil spring afternoon.
Despite their brief and abrupt appearance, some students recognized the woman leading the trio by her blue hair.
"Isn’t that Miss Emily, the Nature Magic teacher?" one student inquired.
"No, more accurately, she’s the assistant teacher," corrected another student—a Nature Magic major. "Right now, she’s assisting Professor Beth with our classes."
"Ah, Professor Beth, I’ve heard stories about her."
"I know, the ones about her and..."
...
In the aftermath of these hushed tones, Emily's steps did not falter even as her brows creased slightly. She disliked how talk of Beth always linked to him, as if without that nationwide famous love affair, there was nothing else worthwhile about Beth. Her magical prowess, dedication to teaching… all overshadowed.
Emily sharply halted her thoughts. Now was not the time to sing Beth’s praises. Quite the opposite; today, she harbored a belly full of resentment toward the woman she ought to call her "teacher."
At the afternoon meeting, Beth was supposed to represent the Nature Magic Department but was nowhere to be found. Principal Al's questioning gaze naturally fell on Emily.
As she pressed a hand to her forehead, Emily cycled through dozens of excuses, each flawless and innovative enough to withstand scrutiny… until she stripped away those already used by Beth, leaving her with few options. In the end, in a fit of desperation, she offered the tired and unconvincing “Beth is ill” excuse.
Fortunately, Principal Al accepted it, only instructing her to relay the meeting's content to Beth promptly.
Thus, Emily gathered her two apprentice assistants and swiftly made her way through the garden path straight to Beth’s quarters as soon as the meeting concluded.
They now stood before an imposing structure, with classical architectural design in mostly white and adorned with intricate engravings. The ten-story edifice served as housing for students and faculty alike, accommodating students on the sunlit south side while faculty resided on the north-facing rear.
Emily led the way down an open corridor on the building’s left side, eventually guiding the assistants up to Beth's fifth-floor room, number nine—a number she knew by heart such that she needed no glance at floor or door markers to arrive at Beth’s threshold precisely.
Before long, they reached the door, and one of the taller assistants stepped forward to knock.
Upon three taps, the room remained silent. Bewildered, he withdrew his hand, glancing back at Emily.
Emily gestured calmly, "Step aside."
He retreated as instructed, allowing them all to witness a surprising spectacle. Emily faced the door and gracefully raised her right leg high, ready to act.
In a moment too quick for them to process, a loud "bang" reverberated through the fifth-floor hallway, followed by a slow opening of the door.
Indeed, Emily had kicked the door open. She nonchalantly retracted her leg and strode into the room alone.
Inside was a lavishly decorated woman’s chamber, filled with detailed ornaments that highlighted the owner’s charm—unicorns, goat maidens, pink rhinos galore. Yet, Emily had no time for admiration, her strides swift and purposeful, fixated on the bed at the center of the room.
Peering past the sheer curtains draped elegantly by the bed, she saw the woman within. Her irritation and words of reproach retreated at the sight.
Undeniably, no matter how well Emily understood Beth’s nature, the woman's beauty was something even she couldn't ignore.
The serene figure lay sideways on the bed, knees bent, face peaceful as sleep held sway. Silvery locks cascaded from her head, pooling softly around her like streams passing by.
Such tranquility and beauty invoked hesitation to disrupt. Still, Emily could only pause a moment. She quickly steeled herself with the purpose that brought her here.
Despite everything, before disturbing the scene, Emily consciously lowered her voice, reminding herself of the boundaries set by institution and history. For in a distant past, this "Sleeping Beauty" was once her teacher.
Teacher… Reflecting on the word, Emily sighed. What kind of a teacher simply sleeps through an academy’s critical meeting? Not a reasonable one.
No, not entire

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