Taboo Manual for Raising a Succubus Girlfriend!

Chapter 122 30 years old

30 years old...

It really is a watershed in life.

"Sow, you haven't gotten up yet at this hour. Do you want me to punish you? -Sow, at this hour..."

Next to my ears, I heard the slightly greasy voice of an anime character.

A hand stretched out from the dirty bed sheet and slapped the phone. The line finally stopped when it called "sow" for the fifth time.

"ha...."

The room was filled with the exhausted sighs of women.

A messy head of black hair emerged from under the sheets, and a turbid halo above the head leaked wet liquid in the dim room, sticking to the quilt.

Winter flowers

From today on, this woman has officially turned 30.

"A new day has begun..."

When I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw the unchanging ceiling above my head and the anime character pillow beside me, and I felt empty inside. I felt like I had lived another day in vain.

Looking back on high school, every day was a brand new day. When I woke up, I felt like I was reborn next to the resurrection statue, and all the unhappy things and fatigue were swept away.

But after thirty...

When I woke up, I only felt that my health limit had decreased a little bit, and yesterday's fatigue...including the injuries accumulated in my youth, began to ache again.

"Youth is gone forever..."

Every day when Mohua wakes up, she sighs to the ceiling.

But, for her now, what is even more painful is...

the Hangover.

"vomit!"

She hugged the toilet and vomited out all the wine she had drunk with her old friends last night, including the sour stomach juice.

"I feel so bad. I shouldn't drink so much..."

Mihua wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and collapsed into the pile of unwashed clothes in the bathroom.

"I really want to go back to high school..."

She held her throbbing temples and stared blankly at the small house which was empty except for herself. A mist welled up in her eyes and she inexplicably felt like crying.

Now she can increasingly understand why those themes about traveling back to the past are so popular.

Friends, holidays, school uniforms, innocence, love, school festivals, fireworks displays...

"If I had known earlier, I would have had a relationship..."

When she recalled the past, Mihua wanted to cry even more.

However, the tears of adults are the least valuable things in the world, let alone adults who are thirty years old.

When you are in school, if you feel unwell, you can take sick leave. Your family will be there to take care of you, and your classmates will also care about you.

After becoming an adult, you can't ask for leave easily, otherwise you will lose your attendance bonus, and your colleagues will complain about why you haven't completed your work. You can only find ways to take care of yourself and have no right to relax.

"No, if I keep thinking about it, I'm going to cry..."

Mihua pinched her philtrum to lock the tears in her eyes, stood up unsteadily, wiped off the mist on the mirror, and faced herself in the mirror.

In front of the mirror, a woman with a relatively good-looking face appeared. Her black hair was a little messy, and her red eyes were shrouded in big dark circles, making her look listless.

The dark, wet ring floating above her head and the black wings around her waist identified her race...

Fallen angel.

"Oh no, my skin has gotten worse again..."

Mihua rubbed her face and found that her face had turned as pale as a zombie.

The feel is also different. It used to be as smooth as a steamed egg, but now it feels a bit rough.

"It's over..."

Is this the curse of turning thirty?

I am thirty years old and have never been in a relationship. I am still an old O woman. If I continue like this, no one will want me!

"I should have listened to my mother..."

Since I was 25, my mother has been urging me to get married and arranging blind dates for me.

However, all of this was rejected by my rebelliousness and self-esteem at the time, as well as the slight fantasy of "encountering a beautiful boy".

"My game account password is also the birthday of my secret crush from school..."

Mihua's eyes gradually became dull, and her voice sounded like she was mocking herself and crying. She was on the verge of collapse.

Now she doesn’t even dare to open social software.

Either it’s family members urging you to get married, or it’s the family dynamics of old classmates.

My schoolmates have already gotten married, and they brag every day about what awards their children, who are already in elementary school, have won, or how many years their wedding anniversary is.

I don't even want to know about this kind of thing!

"I really want to live with a young and lovely lover and be pampered!"

Mika covered her face, twisted it into a "screaming" shape, and let out a desperate cry.

The only responses she got were the usual clear sky and the echo of her thirty-year-old self.

"Sow, you're not working at this hour, are you expecting me to punish you? -Sow, at this hour..."

The dirty room was filled with a strange, stale smell and the sound of a greasy alarm clock.

"Go to work..."

After the illness was over, Mihua had to face reality again and, like thousands of other office workers, dragged her heavy body to work.

..

"I've gained weight again..."

Mihua took a deep breath, her face turning red, before she finally buttoned her bra.

Breathing, so uncomfortable...

She rubbed her breasts. The current size should be larger than G.

Logically speaking, this should be a point that attracts the opposite sex.

However, because she was always laughed at by boys when she was little, Mika developed a habit of hunching over and always wore sportswear to hide it.

I kept hiding it until I was 30.

"Big breasts don't have any benefits at all..."

I feel severe pain after doing a little exercise, clothes and underwear are hard to buy, and now that I am 30 years old... my breasts are no longer straight and even tend to sag a little.

"And the naughty kids at school would secretly call me big-breasted teacher behind my back..."

Mihua adjusted her disguise, drank a sip of honey water to alleviate the hangover, sorted out the messy lesson preparation documents in the room, and hung her work badge around her neck.

"Demon High School Teacher Magic Department Dong Ling Mohua"

This is Mika's job.

"I don't want to go to school..."

Before going out, Mohua sat at the entrance to put on her shoes. She felt that she had no strength and could not stand up.

She used to have beautiful fantasies about the profession of "teacher".

But now, she only felt endless torture.

Every day and night, I see a group of youthful students, shining before my eyes, and they are almost blinding me. They wantonly squander their youth, waste their youth, and enjoy their youth...

All this is too cruel for Mohua, who just turned 30.

It's like sending a camel that is dying of thirst to guard a fish pond. It's completely unreasonable.

In a few years, I might become a teacher to my old classmates' children.

When the school held a parents' meeting, I accidentally met up with my old classmates again and they asked me...

"Eh? You're still not married? Are you kidding me?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Just by imagining the scene, Mika couldn't help but let out a wail of despair.

This world can't be better.

Tired, destroy it quickly.

After routinely cursing the world, Mika still had to stand up again and, like thousands of other office workers, drag her heavy body to work.

...

...

"Good morning, Suka-chan~?"

A flirtatious greeting.

Mika drove the tram she bought with a loan to school. Just after getting off the tram and taking a few steps, she met the person she was least good at dealing with.

The morning light shines through the summer mulberry leaves, forming a patch of mayonnaise-colored shadows on the ground, swaying gently.

Step into it with high heels.

A figure that was out of place in the solemn and sacred academy, with his dark skin exposed and the metal ornaments on his ears and belly button sparkling, stood on the path where the students were passing by.

The teacher of the "Succubus Course" is Hana Hibiki.

"Ah... hello."

Mihua forced a bitter smile and stammered in reply.

Both of them have the character "花" in their names, but Mika thinks that the other person...is from another world completely, the opposite of herself.

You are so unfashionable, while the other party is so trendy.

I am alone, while the other person is singing and dancing.

Mika noticed that there was still some lipstick on the succubus teacher's neck. She must have had some great sex with her lover before coming to school.

A girl like this is not worthy of being a teacher!

"Hmm? Here?~?"

Hua Yi seemed to have noticed something, wiped off the lipstick on her neck, stained her white fingertips with a touch of bright red, and then kissed her lips again.

"I didn't even notice, thank you. ~?"

She showed a faint smile and smiled in the summer morning breeze.

"No, no..."

Mohua was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that the other party can read minds?

Before she had time to think, Hua Yi came up to her, showing a ghostly smile, and said at a distance close to kissing her:

"You're so pretty, it would be a shame if you didn't dress up. How about... starting with lipstick~?"

"I, I, I, I, I look good?!"

Mihua couldn't remember the last time she was praised for her looks.

It probably dates back to high school, when I was buying fish at the market and was praised by the shop owner.

Is she going to attack me?!

At the age of 30, Mihua, who is hungry for love and not good at rejection, begins to feel her heart pounding.