Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 692 - 225: The Witch’s Flavor is Really Good, Tail Injection Tutorial (10K)

"It's just mutually using each other's bodies. You have to put in more effort; that way, it can be your personal possession alone."

Flandre returned to her usual faint smile, which carried a hint of playful manipulation. However, in Kael's eyes, she had completely lost the high-and-mighty aura she had when he first met the witch.

What's done was done; Flandre didn't mince words. She merely wiped her mouth and snorted, saying:

"Incubus... truly is the epitome of evil!"

Kael raised an eyebrow but didn't expose her pretense.

After all, Flandre's face, which savored the lingering pleasure, still bore an undying blush.

Her facade of indifference couldn't mask that blush, making her seem like a pouting little woman instead.

Ha, women!

Kael no longer felt troubled by such things. He just couldn't figure out why the relationship between them had escalated so rapidly.

Recalling something, Kael wore a subtle smile and leaned closer to Flandre, whispering:

"Sister Franca, you clearly know I have Incubus blood in me, so why do you keep being so stubborn?"

Flandre glanced at him, snorting, "Who's being stubborn? It's obviously your big tail causing the trouble. What does that have to do with me?"

"Incubi can precisely distinguish whether a girl has had any prior experience, Sister Franca...

Though you were trying hard to act experienced just now, there's no fooling an Incubus!"

Flandre's expression froze.

Just then, the carriage stopped in front of the Kael Mansion. Irritated and embarrassed, Flandre shoved him and said:

"Why do you have to say so much here? Just go back quickly!"

Kael nodded, chuckling, "Right, right. Anyway, next time we get the chance, I'll see if you're really as skilled as you claim, Sister Franca."

Seeing Flandre's face flush intensely, as if steam was about to rise from her forehead, Kael had a sudden idea and pulled her toward him.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

Flandre clutched her abdomen in shock, feeling a burning sensation throughout her body, looking bewildered at the little tail behind Kael.

Kael donned an apologetic expression and softly said, "It's fine. It will take effect soon."

Flandre instinctively gazed at the disheveled Mage Robe. Now pushed aside, the two small holes, pierced by the little tail's hooked teeth, were slowly healing under the influence of demon magic.

"What is this thing?"

Flandre suspiciously eyed the strange pattern emitting a faint glow on her abdomen.

Kael coughed, feigning seriousness, "It's nothing, just a mark that Incubi place on their prey."

Flandre hesitated for a moment and said, "Do Incubi have this habit? I don't think I've heard of it before."

Kael quietly averted his gaze, huffing lightly, "Of course you don't know. You haven't had frequent contact with Incubi."

An exciting thought flashed through Flandre's mind. She licked her lips, saying:

"Who said I don't often have contact with Incubi?"

Kael's expression slightly tightened. He wanted to make a snarky comment but momentarily didn't know how to start.

Flandre loved seeing Kael like this. She curled her lip, smiling:

"Look at you. You haven't even captured me yet, and you already have such strong possessiveness?"

She wasn't intending to hide it anymore, "Pureblood Incubus."

Kael nodded.

Meaning, Succubus. This put him at ease.

Indeed, Kael had a strong desire to possess. Although his future with Sister Franca might only amount to "a single night's dream," Kael's possessiveness over what he captured...

Was even stronger than an Incubus'!

Feeling the small puncture wounds on her white skin fully heal, and the pain completely gone, Flandre let out a sigh of relief.

After all, she didn't want any irreversible pattern marks in such a private area...

That would be inconvenient for her.

She had some noblewomen friends she hung out with, and after getting tired from their gatherings, they would relax in their private hot springs.

If they saw the pattern on her lower abdomen, what would her friends think?

Thinking of this, Flandre glared at Kael angrily, gritting her teeth as she said:

"Incubi don't have that habit; you just wanted to mark me, didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't figure it out?"

Kael raised his eyebrows, showing a "caught red-handed" helpless expression. Just as he was about to get off the carriage, he suddenly turned and pressed towards the witch.

Flandre's eyelid twitched slightly as she felt a wave of pressure. She instinctively retreated a few steps, backed into the corner of the carriage by Kael.

"Sister Franca, don't you like it?"

Curling up in the corner, Flandre leaned back slightly, forced into an awkward posture. Off balance, her waist was suddenly held steady by a firm hand.

Flandre gritted her teeth, about to speak, when she heard Kael sigh and say: