Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

[Evaine POV]

'Today I saw the endless potential of a student who irritates me...' She thought to herself, reading a book outside Merlin's office. Today she was here to petition to lessen the punishment of Lancelot from suspension and the chance of being expelled to a more useful one for the empire.

A mandatory Competition pledge.

This meant Lancelot would have to participate in ALL Avalon and the world competitions. Otherwise, he would be expelled and likely be chased down by the supporters of Arthur, who now had an unsightly scar on his face.

Evaine began to chuckle, thinking about the scene where her conflict with the strange Lord Lancelot began.

[Flashback]

She looked stern, but her eyes filled with a gentle and affectionate light, the corners of her lips smiling before she stopped scolding him.

"Congratulations, you were amazing in the trial. I look forward to seeing your swordsmanship improve."

"How about if I become strong enough to defeat you without magic, you agree to a meal together at the Sherwood Hotel?"

Once again, she looked close to exploding; instead, her hands released his chest, giving a light chuckle.

"If you can beat me within 3 months, I'll even sleep with you."

[End of Flashback]

"..."

Her smile faded as she felt a sudden sense of danger—the purity she kept protected for so long would be given at a discount to that bastard at this rate!

"Instructor Evaine, please enter." The old man's voice was strangely serious as she tightened her hands before carrying various documents and reasons why he should be kept. Her dark eyes and sleepy face were a testament to her hard work.

"Damn... He better take me to the Sherwood if he wants to get into my pants. Stupid boy."

[???? POV]

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion near the Academy, an elegant couple were seated on two thrones while Guinevere was kneeling, her cheek bright red just being slapped by the male with a stern look and crown on his head.

"You dare sully our royal name for some fallen noble rat!?" He screamed because no servants or knights were present, so there was no need for useless etiquette. Far was a very fierce man and only stopped his Lord's activities due to losing his right arm.

"My love, there is no need to get so upset... The girl is not so stupid. I am sure she didn't do those things when her engagement with Arthur was confirmed."

The two looked at Guinevere, who was smirking at her mother's words, her tongue licking the slight blood oozing from the cut. "Forgive me, Mother, but I slept with him on the most dangerous days, and he didn't let me sleep for hours. My womb is painted in his colour~ Fufu, I am his prisoner."

"GIRL!" *Pah!*

Once again, her body flew to the side, hitting the floor from her father's steel prosthetic arm, causing her cheek to turn dark blue. His eyes looked at her with rage and fury that only grew.

While her mother sighed, looking at her daughter's face, and the fact their family's heirloom [The Voice of the Just] didn't trigger meant that she did bed that commoner.

"You are to leave the house, abandon all assets and never refer to me as a mother for the rest of your life."

This was the only way to convince the Pendragon family, which had more physical and martial might, so her mother, Valeria, chose this method to protect her daughter.

"M-mother!?"

"However, if both of you can reach the level of Silver Gauntlet within a Year. I will take back this and allow you to marry him with our full support." She smiled gently as she saw the glowing light of hope in her daughter's eyes.

'Mother... I knew you were the best!'

"Valeria!? But the Pendragons...?" Her father equally loved his daughter, but the threat of the Pendragon Family was beyond just Arthur.

Using the power of the engagement, his parents and uncle managed to build pathways to the military—special Lords used to support only the Royal family. While his uncle now controlled most of the merchants guild using connections and the power of the military to crush his enemies and rivals.

This limited the King's military and financial might.

"Now go; you must want to rush to his place. If you want to have children, then so be it. But I would prefer you to wait until you rank C, my little treasure." Valeria smiled as Guinevere's body shot up with a smile, and rushed towards the doors before leaving.

*Bang!*

The door slammed shut, leaving her father in shock."

"Relax, my dear, look at your daughter's face... That determination was just like yours. My father said you, a commoner, could never be worthy of me. Now look who has been my husband for over 10 years!"

"You think she's like me... Our pretty little Guinevere is really in love? It's not just because she hates Arthur and the situation?"

"Fool, our daughter would never sleep with anyone. Did you forget we placed that enchantment on her? If she slept with a male she didn't love, his member would be burned to ashes by holy magic."

"Umu... As a first-year, Lancelot managed to wound that arrogant boy. Haha... Good, do your best. We can only pretend to be against it... I hope they both forgive us in the future."

"I think they will understand, do not worry. I am always with you, my dear."

[???? POV End]

***

The world became different for him.

He held his swords, but the distance and arcs were wrong... A simple technique for him before was now difficult despite his power, strength and speed being more than 30% higher than before.

"I am weak..."

A handsome male with silvery white hair dancing in the wind stood alone, surrounded by countless weak goblins and monsters, all crushed by the force of his blows.

[My Love, you are different now—a being of more Ether than flesh. Use your mind, and you will find the path you should take. Losing an eye might restrict your eyes, but what if you only activate your Visor...]

'Visor?'

He looked into the sky before swiping his arm across the area as all the goblins were dismantled into their valuable parts and leaving the rest as he walked deeper into the forest outside Camelot's walls.

Lancelot's face was not too bad—now, his right eye was covered with a scale to hide the unsightly scarred eye.

But it made him look more rugged as his horns now seemed permanent—luckily, there were many lords with different features and figures, even among the humans, due to their troops and finding strange items.

Now he looked like a hybrid between a black dragon in humanoid form and a demon. His face is more rugged and handsome than the former beauty. 'Only losing 2 Charm despite losing an eye wasn't so bad.'

"Can the Dominus be used with only one part?" Lancelot wondered, before closing his eye and focusing on the flow of his Ether, trying to remember the feeling of the Visor—slowly, his heart started to throb, the distant goblins and kobolds yelping as they approached.

A small black and red substance began to form the Visor that all Succubi had when in combat, the back scale covering their eyes, nose and forehead.

His black scale suddenly faded, revealing a glowing golden orb of light that replaced his damaged eye.

The entire space around him was visible, as if he could touch anything within 50 metres, seeing every movement using his Ether and special vision of the Dominus form.

When he swung his sword like in the past, it was a beautiful arc, slicing through the flesh of a nearby group of goblins, obliterating them. 'I see... the drain of Ether only lowers my maximum by 20%... To see in such detail, far beyond my normal eyes...

"Morgana. I love you."

[Fufu ~ I know, love me more and more~ fill me with babies and call my mommy!]

"Keep your lust under control, or I'll kick you." *Woosh!* His blade twisting like a snake, ripping apart four kobolds with a deadly blade manoeuvre.

[Are you happy? That you can still fight like before?]

Lancelot didn't speak; his body was fighting the monsters, but his strength was limited to a small amount as his face filled with happiness and a smile. Morgana could only watch from a branch above, resting her chin on two palms.

"When you woke up with one eye... You were in such despair, silly boy. If you begged me, I would have given you my eyes."

Softly, she sighed as her chest rapidly thumped, watching the man who had captivated her more than she planned.

"Now, how will I ever let you go?"