Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

When Lancelot arrived at the academy, Guinevere didn't move away or change her actions. She wrapped herself around his arm, with Sumika taking the other as if making their statements and choice clear.

Many students had no idea about the imageboard or the duel before last night.

However, because there were many vested interests in the union of Arthur and the Princess, many people had begun to make it known, painting Lancelot as a fallen noble bastard who forced the Princess into his bed. At the same time, they conveyed Guinevere and Arthur as fated lovers who were separated because of this demon.

Then...

His cock picture surfaced... and the sad fate of Arthur, the green knight, began to form; the first post was created by a trumpet account made by Edward Barret, and then his many followers and allies seemed to sense the change of the tide, no longer hating on Lancelot for making their idol a cuckold.

Now they began to celebrate and enjoy the situation.

"Are you alright, Guinevere? Today will be harsh on you. I hope you come to me if you need anything." When Lancelot spoke, her lips curved into a sweet smile before she instantly replied, "I'm not leaving your side, even if you need to pee. It's nothing I haven't seen or kissed before."

'Was she always this stalwart and strong-minded...'

Then on his opposite side, a small hand pinched his forearm—looking down, the beautiful eastern Princess looked jealous with a pout, peering at him with her almond eyes. "I... It's my fault..." Before she could say sorry, Lancelot lifted his arm, the light girl so easy to left, their faces were almost level.

"Do not apologise, your actions might cause me trouble in the short term, but you have solved something that might have taken months, maybe years, without your little jealous head." Leaning closer, his lips pecked her earlobe, causing the Princess to snort, swinging on his arm like a little monkey.

Her body froze when she heard his whisper, "I'll be spanking you next time we bathe together, be prepared to beg for mercy. Little Kunoichi."

"D-Demon." She turned her face away from him, looking up and smiling at the crowd with him, but her actions were just a little too cute, and he could never stay mad at her.

***

The news about 'The Sword Demon' and the 'Wronged Princess' spread rapidly, as many people spoke quietly behind their backs, whispers of support or insult. Calling them traitors, a slut, or a filthy low-born man who didn't know his place. Many words flowed, yet the trio maintained their love-love flirting atmosphere causing their anger to flow into the drain like wastewater.

Lancelot and the two fairies entered the classroom, instantly noticing that his desk had been littered with trash and words, insulting everything from his family to his swordsmanship, however...

A small group of three people were cleaning it slowly, a handsome blonde who Lancelot remembered as Edward Barret and one of the women was his fiancée and beloved girlfriend... 'I am sure they were married in the second year, despite the world falling apart...

A truly beautiful love story.' He thought, then gave a thankful smile, before letting the two girls leave for their desks, instantly surrounded by their friends and the mobs wanting to earwig for information.

"Thank you very much, Miss Brahmen, Sir Barret." Lancelot always returned good faith, with double in return, while the third person was a stranger that even Lancelot didn't know well... No... She was familiar.

He gave a smile to the short girl; she was barely up to his chest, her long ice-blue hair dancing around her body like magic was holding each strand away from her and the floor, keeping it pristine and glossy—her blue eyes were filled with a star-shaped pupil, with small flickering white orbs like magic fluttering from them.

"Maria Lovell, the fairy of ice and grace. I am pleased to meet the 10th Rank again; your ice magic and the lovely Fairy Queen were superb."

The cute girl showed a shocked face, not expecting him to remember her, as she blushed slightly, but still, as a noble lady, a daughter of an Earl, she gave a polite bow, closing her little mouth.

"The pleasure is mine, Sir Lancelot, master of the passionate sword dance!"

In her excitement, her short stack body hopped off the ground—for such a short girl, the size of her figure was outrageously erotic—she was the opposite of Meru, who was a bit modest... Not that an incubus would mind a huge pair of mounds swaying and bouncing to greet him.

"I hope we can meet again in private, Fairy Lovell." Lancelot didn't realise it, but when speaking to single females, he began to speak more flirtatiously, his eyes shining slightly as if guiding the conversation with their soothing and relaxing power.

However, when speaking with Laura, he didn't seem to act this way, which caused Edward to nod, noticing the polite subtleties of the man named Lancelot du Lac.

The quartet exchanged their contact details and pleasantries, but as the three left him, Edward tapped the shoulder of Lancelot twice, "Do not worry, brother. I am supporting you all the way! Let's grab a bite to eat sometime. Haha, nice cock, by the way. No homo."

*Slam!*

Suddenly the door was opened with a loud sound, causing all the students to look up and see the woman standing at the door—her face looked puffy, eyes were bloodshot with black bags underneath them.

It was the beauty teacher Evaine!

However, last night's drama had kept her awake all night! As her eyes scowled at Guinevere and Sumika, joking and laughing with friends.

Then finally, looking at Lancelot with a strange look, avoiding his eyes as she watched his body up and down before slamming her black datapad on the marble desk with a loud sound and pointing towards him.

"Lancelot du Lac! You come with me right now!"

The woman had an amazing set of tits and a great ass, but the angry look on her face made the demon fear for his life.

Just kidding, he was aroused by her cute pout and lovely warm eyes.

This is what she looked like when he had done something wrong...

No... he could feel a sense of nostalgia, only able to smile, before strutting away from his desk, walking towards the door, and looking back.

"My dear beautiful teacher, would you kindly enlighten me on where we shall go together?"

The words were like an icebreaker, causing the woman to freeze briefly before looking away, but then...

"Don't call me beautiful—I hate it."

"Very well, Madam Evaine, then where are we going?"

"Not here."

"As you wish."

Evaine couldn't deal with him well; the handsome looks, his damn silver tongue and the way he didn't treat her like a teacher but a woman—no matter how strict or angry she acted, the damn little scoundrel would have a comeback.

She hated that her heart raced whenever he called her beautiful or gazed into her eyes with that damn faint smile!

***

Walking down the corridor, the crowd made space for the couple; the atmosphere was not quite uncomfortable, but for Lancelot, he felt great; sometimes, he would reach out to grasp the hand of Evaine, who, after the first violent refusal, suddenly stopped, their hands stroking each other for a few moments.

Only stopping when another student or teacher came close, Lancelot and Evaine came to a small private office; she unlocked the door with her private key before ushering him inside a small rustic room with a coffee machine, comfy sofa and wooden table with a laptop and lots of files on it.

'This is a cosy room...' He thought as she walked inside before locking the door with a loud *click*

However, she wasn't prepared, as Lancelot pushed her against the wall, his hand over her shoulder, looking down at her slightly trembling body.

"My dear teacher, why would you lock the door when entering a private room with a young male student? Are you perhaps looking to sample the live show of that image you enjoyed last night?" Leaning closer, he whispered into her ear. "Three months, don't forget your promise and our bet."

The moment he finished speaking, feeling he went a bit too far for her comfort, he stepped back with a cheeky smile—knowing how she would react and the way to deflect her was something he learned while living together as he sat on the comfy leather sofa with a bounce before looking up at her with his 'innocent' eyes that screamed he didn't do anything.

"..."

"Lanc..."

"Damn it!" Evaine stomped her foot, seeing him smile and blow a kiss each time she was going to speak. Why.... why could he always affect her so badly!

Giving up clashing with him, she chose another way, sitting at her desk with a huff, her black jacket slipping off, revealing her wonderful curves as they threatened to pop from her shirt, but she ignored his smirk and damn smug gaze. "About the images and spending the night with Princess Guinevere..."

Lancelot tilted his head before answering honestly, "The image is real, and we spent all night having sex. Anything else?"

"!!!"

Once again, his words were beyond her comprehension. How did he speak so honestly, not even showing shame or worry?

She is the Princess!? A princess engaged to another man, and he dicked her with his damn meat club!?

"A-All night..." She muttered, always reading that men would be exhausted after one round... tapping her pen as she thought back to that amazingly huge... No... Her shaking her head, she looked at him with a sharp look.

"Lancelot du Lac... You know that her fiance attends this academy and is very popular with the emperor and nobles... Life will be harsh due to the academy's policy of non-interference as long as it's not death..." The words were filled with concern; despite his teasing, it showed Evaine's calibre as a teacher.

Thus Lancelot stopped playing, looking at her sincerely, "Thank you very much for caring. But I understood the situation when I took her virginity. I will face and crush them under my feet as stepping stones."

She smiled, looking at him with a normal boy's face, before feeling the need to bring it up, "You know that bet... If you can't make it..."

"I will defeat you in 3 months and make you my second wife." His face wasn't the usual flirting nor playing around—she could feel the intense stare in his eyes, and his words were ludicrous.

What kind of man passionately asks someone to be his second wife...

But...

For a moment, she was taken aback... "Then I won't hold back and will beat you onto the right path. Student Lancelot!" She tossed a small piece of black paper to him, then looked at her laptop with a slightly red face. "Take it!"

"It's my private contact details... only call if there's a real issue... if they go too far, or you need help... Don't call it for dates or to send me lewd images!"