Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic Chapter 109 109 Deal

"I've been doing so thinking, I don't think I want Nora to be powerless and defenseless anymore. She's been in the shadow of diocrity too long. I intend to give her a shot at becoming an A-mage, by passing on this exclusive technique."

Nexus frowned.

"That's wonderful and all ma'am," he asked prudently; "But what exactly do you want to do?"

She separated her interlocking fingers, and placed both hands on the table as she heaved herself up;

"If I do pass on the forbidden technique, I know she will push herself to the limits to attain the height of a mage's status that is equal to- or greater than that of Monica. . .Nora's physical body Nexus. . .much in the sa way that I did. . ."

It dawned on Nexus even before she said the words;

". . .I want you to take CARE of her body. . .the sa way you took care of . . ."

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air between them.

It wasn't everyday a mother asked a doctor to fuck, and keep fucking her doctor.

They both remained still as silhouettes- silent as statues, watching each other under their eye lashes, while their individual thoughts echoed loudly in their heads. A full minute passed without a single word.

Still seated in the right chair opposite the desk, Nexus' long dark hair parted down the middle, flowing down, and framing his stoic face. His hardened expression betrayed no emotion.

Outwardly, with his all black coat, and raven dark hair, he looked every inch as morbidly still as a hibernating bat.

Inwardly, Nexus' mind was like a Minnesota state carnival on the fourth of July! Fireworks shot rampantly, loud self-congratulatory cheers rang out from his inner voices! He pictured Nora- young, delicious, delicately raw, writhing underneath him, whimpering as his inches lowered into her.

He almost groaned aloud at the thought of it!

'Seriously,' Nexus thought excitedly; 'I must have done sothing nice in my past life to deserve this. . .this is. . .this is. . .this is fuckin' unbelievable. . .'

Realizing he had been quiet for soti, realizing he was yet to give the woman an answer, Nexus' voice cracked through the void- shattering the looming silence;

"Ma'am," his voice was flat- almost cold; "I realize you're looking out for your daughter. But ethically, I cannot treat a patient without their consent. . ."

His reply seed to excite her for so reason. Eyes glowing, she jumped at his reply;

"Nora's my daughter. My flesh and blood- and my legal ward. I already told you once before to leave ethics outside when dealing with . . haven't I doctor?"

She smiled suggestively, triggering the mories of that night- for both of them.

Nexus was only too happy to indulge this woman's offer. He was only playing the script of a good doctor. A brief look into his recent mories, and he rembered just how delightfully delicious the Lady Russell had been.

There was no doubting the fact that Nora would be the sa.

"Very well then. . ." he gave his assent; ". . .should Nora's symptoms start to resurface, I assure you, I will take care of her. You have my word."

She nodded.

"You do realize it might take a while before she starts to manifest right?" she lowered her tone suggestively; "That ans you will be spending so more ti with us after all. . ."

"It's my honor to remain your guest Lady Russell."

"Splendid, now that you've beco a permanent house guest, I will have the servants prepare the maestro's quarters for you. It's closer to the tower. . ."

Mrs. Russell was all but foaming at the mouth as she said it.

Already, standing there, looking at the young handso doctor before her, she pictured burrowing into his bedroom late at night. Subrging him under her powerful illusion, she would compel him to make love to her all night. She loved the way he mounted her- like a stallion takes a mare in heat.

She loved the way he moved creatively, surprising her, making her squirm- even while under her illusion.

Even at that mont, she could already feel her pussy marinating. She was certainly looking forward to the next few months.

"Of course, like I said the other ti, we don't really expect you to offer your healing services for free, so, arrangents will be made to give you ten thousand gold coins at the end beginning of every full moon."

Nexus facial expression remained as unreadable as a rock. But eyes flickered- slightly;

"My Lady, you have been too generous. I cannot acce–"

She swung her head sideways, angling her neck, looking upon him with a sidewards glance;

"Co on doctor, no need to be so modest. My family needs you to be as comfortable as you can be. It's the least we can do. So no more deferring of paynts- alright?"

Nexus didn't reply straight away.

That would be rude.

"Okay." he answered; "As you wish ma'am."

The matriarch's eyes flashed like strobes in the dancing flas;

"Wonderful. So its a deal then?" she said as she stretched out her hand towards him.

He replied as he raised himself up to his feet;

"Yes ma'am. . ."

Their hands t each other's across the table with a silent shuffling sound. Nexus' larger and hardened palm completely swallowed the lady's smaller, and softer palm.

". . .it's a deal."

She nodded.

Nexus nodded as well.

Both of them with placid looks on their faces, but each person with a completely different ulterior motive in their hearts.

With the discussion having obviously co to an end, Nexus said his goodbye and turned his back to go. It was his second deal of the day- and shit, it had been a roller coaster ride.

Staring through her long eyelashes, Mrs. Russell watched him walk to towards the exit. His cloak swayed behind him like a cape. The echo of his bounce was swallowed by the carpet underneath his feet. Just as his hand gripped the door handle, she called out to him;

"Doctor, just a gentle reminder- this conversation- this arrangent of ours, it's all to remain between us. . ."

Nexus landed his cap on his head; "I understand."

In a jiffy, his tall dark fra vanished behind the door.

The woman stood there for a full minute before finally collapsing into the chair behind her.

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The very next day, Selina got in to work early- much earlier than usual.

Clad in her habitual white flowing dress, seated in her throne-like chair, and bent over her desk, her long silvery hair draped all across her face. She had to keep tugging it behind her ear to keep it falling across.

In feverish excitent, (prompted by the anxiety that ca with launching a new drug), she kept bobbing her head from one thick file of paper work to another, flipping through docunts, and comparative analyses of how other drugs had functioned in the market.

She was like a mother with a newborn.

And her child was the gold mine that that alchemist boy had basically dropped on her lap. As she calculated the profit margins, she kept gasping intermittently. Just looking at the numbers before her caused Selina's pale face to flush as a flood of crimson colored her cheeks.