Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Yet they trembled...

A slight quiver of her beautiful red lips entered his sharp eyes.

Her fingers didn\'t even touch his flesh, held away from him, as he could see the worry and complex feelings in her beautiful golden eyes.

"Morgana, let\'s start the training now."

He wanted to escape feelings he deemed unacceptable, seeking to drown himself in the pain and efforts to overcome himself.

Desperate to become able to embrace her without this weak body.

[Lancelot... It will hurt...]

"That\'s fine!"

"Anything is better than feeling worthless like I\'ve failed you... The woman I need to place my trust in more than anyone else."

[Such an idiot~ ahhh, what should Mommy do with such a cute boy.]

The apartment was quite amazing; all the walls were beautiful, filled with artworks of various places within Avalon; his bed was quite large, but nothing special.

It seemed the academy believed studying came before the pleasures of the flesh.

He stepped forward, dropping his body onto the soft black cotton sheets; with a thump, he sank into the comfy memory foam mattress, feeling soothed.

"Morgana, what is the difference between training normally according to the manual and using your method?"

She slowly stepped closer, her hands lifting a strange golden piece of pottery before tossing it aside, the jug hitting the ground with a thud, yet he didn\'t care.

Clack!

Her heels tapped the ground as she approached him, looking more determined than before, her soft eyes and tears now wiped away.

A stern and demonic succubus looked back at him now.

\'She looks like a Dommy Mommy... Why is this woman erotic and perfect no matter how she looks, acts or speaks?\'

Morgana\'s feet stopped, her cheeks showing a light hue of pink before fading rapidly like a trick of the light.

[If I place you under my charm, it will be 50% more effective due to the charm removing some of your body\'s limits when training.]

\'So even this would be fine too...\'

\'No, I should not limit myself; I need to push myself till I am so sore it hurts to breathe!\'

[Should I use Mesmerise, it will be 100% more effective, making the time needed 5 days to complete.]

Her lips curved into a smile, hearing his thoughts, nodding while playing with her fingers.

[First, we need to finish this book they gave you, although basic, it will temper your body for the Succubus Manual that needs a female partner to help you.]

"Right... Can you not Charm me and then Mesmerise me?"

[!!!]

Morgana\'s face seemed a little pale once again, the trace of worry painted in her expression.

[Lancelot... That, even for you... I don\'t know if you would survive...]

"How long would we save?"

[It... We could finish in around 2 days...]

"Right..."

Lancelot\'s body bounced up from the bed, his left hand reaching into the open air, seeming to vanish for a second before a book was pulled from nowhere.

On the cover was a man with the perfect muscles, neither too bulky nor lean, his arms holding a strange boxing stance.

[This book is good for you who only focused on swordsmanship in your last life; work on your core muscles; fighting without swords, and your ability with them will also increase.]

The title was called [Basic Enhancement: Tyrant\'s Battle Body I]

"Shall we go see the private training room they give the elite students? Haha."

Lancelot\'s joy was obvious to her.

Whenever he mentioned being an elite student, his pride subconsciously caused even Morgana to smile.

She knew his past, and now seeing his current self reaching the height he deserved made her feel like it was also her achievement.

The pair walked through his apartment; his bedroom was the northernmost door on the left, with the living room to the right.

It was a beautiful open-plan living room with a black curved sofa with soft cushions and a thick rug in royal red and gold under the mahogany coffee table was to Morgana\'s liking.

A massive door was located to the right of the hallway leading to the living room and the training room, while the kitchen was fused with the massive living room.

[Such a lovely home; will we keep this next year?]

Morgana\'s steps were now behind his, her eyes glistening at all the interesting things inside the apartment.

She couldn\'t wait to try cooking for the first time; seeing all the magi-tech appliances made her feel happy.

"I wonder, by then couldn\'t we afford a much nicer place that is completely ours."

[Ours?]

"Mm. Ours."

Morgana watched Lancelot pushing open the thick doors, countless sigils and runes appearing on the black metal, just like the lift, but these were anti-shock, damage resistance and self-repair runes from their shape and text.

[(Oh, they also have sound dampening...]

[(That\'s good for when that second-hand troop is brought here...)]

Lancelot stood inside the darkness, the lights not yet turned on, as he took long deep breaths, his mind trying to calm itself.

He wanted to leave his worries and fears at the door, only focusing on training.

"Phew..."

Click!

One by one, the lights began to turn on, Morgana\'s fingers pressing the switch, her fingers blinking while transferring enough mana to last 48 hours.

[Lancelot, make sure you are prepared.]

[Once this starts, you will not eat, rest or stop until this book is completed.]

His eyes remained closed, going over the stances in the book.

First, he lowered his hips, spreading his feet to anchor himself with both hands at his waist, and turned his palm up.

"Phew..."

He held that position for five seconds.

He started letting his Ether flow through his body, swirling like a flowing river.

Its intensity started soft, slowly building until like a savage waterfall flowing to his arms and legs.

The feeling of his body and muscles tensing almost caused him to grunt.

\'This is it... 69 cycles of Ether, then perform the punching stance for 69 cycles... then repeat...\'

Lancelot slowly lost all sense of time, and the presence around him enthralled in the technique.

Morgana slowly walked across the training hall, noticing hundreds of punchbags, medicine balls and countless targets made with magic-reflecting ingredients and materials.

[These should help, let\'s place a bit of my Ether inside so he will target them unconsciously when in that state.]

In her hand was the book stating that 2 targets were ideal.

But she knew he wanted to push himself.

So she grabbed the large punching bag with shock absorption and eight smaller targets, placing them two near the lower legs for leg training, two near the midriff to practise his body attacks and two near the head.

[So he can headshot fools, of course...]

[You cannot hear me in that state, but I want you to do your best... If... If you cannot take it...]

[Please beg me to release you...]

Lancelot\'s light breathing filled the room, her fingers brushing against his slightly sweaty cheek; feeling his Ether\'s movements made her proud.

In his last life, Lancelot awakened his Ether late.

This caused his body to be like a person who ate too much fat; the Ether trails were filled with an anti-Ether plaque that stopped his improvement and development.

[I won\'t let anything get in your way... Not even myself...]

She whispered before kissing his cheek.

The next moment a strange slither of pink Ether seeped into his veins as it began to dissolve and destroy the small remains of impurities in his Ether trail.

[Here I go...]

[Mesmerise!]

[Deadly Charm!]

Her eyes glowed a beautiful pink colour while a cloud of purple mist flew from her fingers and mouth into his nose and lips.

Nothing like the charm used against the arachnids.

This special and intimate charm was used only when bewitching their chosen mate.

Now it was time for Lancelot du Lac to test his measure. Could he withstand the pain, strain and damage caused by this magical training?

Even Morgana could only pray.

Her body was sitting a short distance away, and her eyes focused on him with a bright glow, ready to dive to save him at any moment.

[Show me your limits, my king.]