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

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At the corner of his sight, just to his right, the resplendent curve of Angel's buttocks- caught his eye. His smile curved so wide, he felt it stretching the skin at the back of his head.

Maybe it was the current joy he was feeling. Maybe it was also the feeling of being on the edge of a murderous villain. But, whatever it was, it prompted Nexus' upper torso to lean forward,

Spine arching with a slow curve, he opened his right palm, swinging it through the air;

Tas-s-s!

He caught the fleshy lump of her right buttock. And it sang surreptitiously- jiggling with a mesmerizing bulge. A mischievous grin- wide as a palm- immediately crawled across Nexus' face.

"Angel my lucky star," he whistled- pulling away from the bed; "Even in a coma, you still somehow managed to bring me extraordinary luck,"

He chuckled- still completely oblivious of the fact that he had just fucked a succubus.

You know that's not fair, his inner voice chimed; It's not just Angel, the other girls were also exceptional. Their Dual Cultivation techniques were-

"Aye, aye," he waved the thoughts away, smirking as he tightened his boots; "Missus tits over here was delicious. Bowl cut wasn't bad either. But Angel. . ."

His fingers crunched as he tied the last lace;

". . .that crazy bitch takes the cake. . .easily. . ."

He pounced to his feet- marching to the exit with an energetic swing;

"This can't be the last time," he paused, licking his lips, lingering his eyes on her naked body; "Her stamina's a problem. . .but we can work around that with other whores as well. . ."

The door opened with a soft wheezing sound.

"Whatever happens, I need that that luck, that body, and that puss–"

With a thundering crack, Tiffany's name echoed softly in his mind.

"Oh yes," he muttered lazily, shutting the door behind him; "The werewolf princess. . .she's gonna have my head for sure. . ."

The angry sun rays, harsh as ever, struck his irises immediately;

"Fuck," he hollered, raising his hand to shield his eyes; "How did so much time pass already? It's been- HOURS?"

Narrowing his eyes, he steeled his thoughts, and peeled away from the lush bungalow behind him. The gravel stones crunched noisily under his feet as he hit the road. The steady crunch-crunch sounds of his boots, pattered away, echoing in the background of his day dreaming thoughts.

"This adventure with Tiffany," he thought; "It better not be another boring-ass job. . .I'd pay good money to let loose my Crescent Impaler on a band of idiots right now. I pray some poor bastard tries something!"

His fingers cackled, and his eyes danced with dangerous recklessness;

"Seriously, he doesn't even need to do much. All he needs to do is look at me the wrong way. . .and then. . .BAM! Hit 'em with the Impaler!"

Along the suspiciously empty road, the wailing wind filtered through the trees. The green-leafed figures flanked both sides of the road- towering upwards, and spreading their branches till they stood wing to wing.

Nexus moved quickly- stepping into the cool shade of their wide-spread branches.

"Okay universe," he said aloud, straightening his back, rubbing his palms; "I'm ready for the next one."

Except he wasn't.

Nexus really wasn't.

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Tiffany stood outside the James manor, the vibrant colors of the morning casting a warm glow on the surroundings. She had been eagerly awaiting Nexus's arrival, who had promised to join her in escorting a valuable shipment to the next city. As minutes ticked by, Nexus was nowhere to be seen, leaving Tiffany to contemplate whether his absence would be consequential.

The hustle and bustle of the servants, preparing and packing the goods for the journey, surrounded Tiffany. A servant approached her, informing her that everything was ready for departure.

However, Tiffany, with a subtle gesture, signaled them to hold off. As Tiffany stood there alone in the courtyard, the sunlit breeze gently rustling the leaves, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment at Nexus's delayed arrival. She turned to the servant and said, "Hold on a little longer. Nexus should be here soon. We can't afford to leave without him."

The servant nodded and retreated to oversee the final preparations. Tiffany gazed at the grand entrance of the James manor, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nexus approaching. Her mind raced with thoughts about the upcoming journey and the potential challenges they might face.

"I wonder what's keeping Nexus," Tiffany mumbled to herself. She trusted him implicitly and valued his presence for the added security he provided. Nexus has always been a man of his word and he has always been punctual, but she couldn't understand what was delaying him on such a big occasion. In her mind, Nexus was not just a reliable escort; he was a symbol of strength and protection.

Minutes turned into moments of silent contemplation. Tiffany's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of Nexus. She couldn't shake the feeling that their plans might take an unexpected turn without him. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she considered the safety of the valuable shipment and the journey ahead.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard of the James manor. Tiffany, waiting for Nexus, felt a mix of impatience and concern. She knew the journey ahead held uncertainties, and Nexus's absence was both puzzling and disappointing. As minutes turned into hours, she weighed the options—waiting indefinitely or proceeding without him.

Tiffany took a deep breath and called for the leader of the servants, a seasoned individual named Alfred. "Alfred, gather the servants. We cannot wait any longer. We must ensure the goods reach their destination safely," she instructed, her voice carrying a tone of determination.

Alfred, a middle-aged man with graying hair, nodded in understanding. "Right away, Miss Tiffany," he responded and hurried off to convey the orders.

As Tiffany observed the bustling activity of the servants preparing the carts, her mind raced. "Where could Nexus be? Did something unexpected happen?" she pondered. The uncertainties lingered, but duty called, and Tiffany resolved to lead the group herself.

The servants, under Alfred's command, efficiently loaded the carts with carefully packed goods. The carts, adorned with intricate designs, stood ready for the journey. The air was filled with the scent of anticipation and the rustling sounds of movement.

Alfred approached Tiffany once again, confirming, "Miss Tiffany, we are ready to depart whenever you give the word."

Tiffany, showing a blend of resolve and concern on her face, nodded. "Thank you, Alfred. Let's proceed. Time is of the essence," she replied, her voice carrying a tinge of worry.

The servants with their expressions reflecting a mix of readiness and curiosity, awaited Tiffany's signal. With a wave of her hand, she signaled the commencement of the journey. The carts started rolling, their wheels creaking against the gravel. The servants maintained a steady pace, navigating the estate's grand entrance. Tiffany, riding at the front, gazed ahead with a mixture of determination and concern, this was her first journey since her father's death, and she must make sure she did an excellent job.

As the sun began its descent, casting elongated shadows across the dense forest, Tiffany, accompanied by her entourage, prepared to leave the safety of the city behind.