Affection
Affection
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut.
Her white teeth dug into her lower lip, biting down so hard that a drop of red blood welled up.
Even with her eyes closed, tears of suppressed emotion fell from between her trembling eyelashes.
She was truly conflicted.
She knew better than anyone how twisted the relationship between herself and her disciple would become the moment she pushed this ring all the way onto his ring finger.
In the silence that felt as if time had stopped, Amelia's knuckles turned white.
If she pushed the ring just a little deeper onto his ring finger, she would have been able to satisfy the terrible craving she had been suppressing.
But, with a will that felt like it was carving away at her very soul, she barely managed to stop her finger's movement.
"......Hngh."
With a low sob, Amelia snapped her eyes open.
Her eyes were glassy with transparent tears, and within them, an indescribable mix of sorrow, self-loathing, and deep affection for her disciple shone with a bizarre brilliance.
Amelia's hands trembled as she roughly pulled the ring off her ring finger.
Then, as if fleeing, she hurriedly pushed the ring onto her disciple's second finger—his index finger.
Slide, click.
The ring settled completely at the base of his index finger, and a powerful Mana Control Barrier surged up his wrist, gently wrapping around his mana circuits.
"......It, it is done."
Teacher-nim hurriedly let go of my hand and took a couple of steps back.
She was unable to meet my gaze directly, turning her head slightly and gasping for air.
I could clearly see her white hand, hidden beneath her robes, still trembling uncontrollably.
"The ring on the index finger provides the most perfect support for a mage's mana circulation. Besides, it is the most noble mark to announce to the whole world that you are the direct disciple of the Tower Master. Does it please you, Rion?"
She smiled, drawing an awkward curve with her lips.
"Thank you, Teacher-nim. For bestowing such a precious item upon me."
Teacher-nim felt relieved by my dry response, but at the same time, she wore a bitter expression, as if something had pierced deep into her chest.
"Yes...... if it pleases you, then that is enough. Now, there is no time to delay. That bold apprentice you took in yesterday must be waiting outside for your teachings."
She hurriedly changed the subject and gently pushed my back.
I bowed my head to bid her farewell, then opened the office door and walked out.
"Yes, Teacher-nim. I shall take my leave."
Click.
A suffocating silence filled the office.
Amelia stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the door where Rion had disappeared.
The space where Rion had been just moments ago.
And the sensation of his soft skin that had touched her fingertips still lingered in the air like a ghost.
"Haa...... haa......"
The breath she had been holding finally burst out.
Amelia stumbled and braced one hand against her desk. The breathing of the Archmage, who had never once faltered in nearly a hundred years, came in ragged gasps.
She slowly lifted her left hand.
On it was an identical platinum ring, a pair with the one she had placed on Rion's index finger.
The object she had excused to herself as a mark connecting the Tower Master to her direct disciple.
"Rion...... my child......."
She couldn't hold back and brought the finger wearing the ring to her lips.
It was the very same finger that had touched Rion's hand. The pounding in her chest was so violent it felt like it would burst through her thin robes.
She knew it, too.
The emotion she felt in that split second when she tried to put that ring on Rion's ring finger was by no means maternal.
It was a terrible, filthy lust—a desire to make a man entirely her own.
"No. I am that child's teacher. I am his mother......."
Amelia monologued in a trembling voice.
"I must never...... be found out. But......."
Overcome by a terrible, bottomless loneliness and the yearning rising for her disciple, Amelia's fingers trembled faintly.
Swoooo—.
She infused a tiny amount of magic into the ring.
Immediately, the engraving inside the ring reacted, secretly connecting a line to the mana circuits of Rion, who was opening the door and walking away.
"Ugh, hngh......!"
A dainty moan finally escaped Amelia's lips.
"Ah, ahh...... Rion......."
The sudden rush of mental pleasure caused Amelia's legs to give way.
She collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
Every time Rion's mana mixed with her own mana circuits, a stinging heat surged from deep within her lower abdomen.
Her body shuddered.
If she faced Rion again in this state, she would surely be unable to hide the lewd craving in her eyes.
It was dangerous...... this state was truly dangerous.
She had to calm this heat, this maddening thirst, right now.
Otherwise, her reason as the Tower Master and her heart as a teacher would all burn away.
"Haa, haa...... ugh......."
Amelia pressed her trembling hands against her lower abdomen.
She pushed down, trying to suppress the tingling heat that threatened to spread throughout her entire body.
Her full breasts heaved violently, and thin beads of sweat formed on her forehead and trickled down.
"Hngh...... haa, no...... I must stop......♥"
Even as she said that, Amelia's fingers could not pull the ring off.
Instead, as if addicted to the cool yet thrilling sensation transmitted by Rion's mana, her legs trembled and crossed over each other.
In an instant, the platinum ring on her index finger brushed against her secret, sensitive area through the thin fabric she was wearing.
"Hngh......! Ah, haa......♥♥"
It was just a simple friction, yet a pleasure that felt like it was melting her entire body flowed down her spine.
Amelia gasped, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
The neat robes of the Tower Master were disheveled, and the face that had maintained its nobility for a hundred years was flushed red with lust for her disciple.
Tears welled in her eyes, and her lips trembled with burning desire.
With my disciple...... to do such a thing...... with the token we shared...... I must not. I am his teacher and his mother.......
A thin thread of reason screamed in her head. Her strict moral code and the causality of hierarchy scolded her.
But her flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes could not be undone.
Amelia sat on the floor, beginning to breathe heavily.
Tears welled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. Those tears were a sign of both shame and an uncontrollable yearning.
Yes...... this is prevention.
To suppress this burning heart for that child, and to remain only his teacher for the rest of my life......
Rather than revealing these feelings to Rion and ruining him, resolving it alone like this...... is the right path to protect him.
A twisted premise dominated her mind.
Packaging her actions with an absurd justification, Amelia finally let out a moan of lust for the first time in her life.
"Haa...... haa...... Rion♥, Rion...... I'm sorry...... ugh......♥"
Biting her own lip, Amelia roughly hiked up the long, voluminous hem of her robe with both hands.
Slide.
Her snow-white, smooth thighs were exposed to the air.
The crotch of the Archmage, which had been perfectly closed and denied to anyone for a hundred years, slowly and yearningly parted.
Even her underwear was already damp and stained with the arousal she had shed, taking on a lewd sheen.
"Hnghh...... Rion...... Rion......♥"
Calling her disciple's name pitifully, Amelia finally began to use the rim of the ring on her finger to part her tender flesh and gently rub the sensitive clitoris nestled within.
"Hngh......! Ah, haa......♥♥"
Every time the metal rim of the ring lightly flicked her nub, Amelia threw her head back and let out a shrill moan.
"Ang, ugh......♥ Rion...... my child...... I am sorry, Teacher, Mother...... ugh, hngh...... that I want you like this...... ahahaaang......! ♥"
With a face stained with tears and saliva, Amelia continued to masturbate in a pathetic posture with her legs spread wide, clinging only to the pleasure transmitted by her disciple's ring.
Slap, slap—!
"Uung, hngh......♥♥ My child...... by my side, forever...... ah, no...... not there...... ang......♥♥"
The more force she put into her fingers, the more the platinum ring became slick with her arousal, increasing the speed as it slipped.
The wet, slapping sounds filled the quiet office.
"More...... harder...... ung, ugh......! Rion, punish me...... this lewd mother...... hngaaang......♥♥"
As she reached the climax, a strange hallucination covered her vision, as if Rion were personally rummaging inside her body.
"I'm coming......! I, I'm going...... Rion......! Rion-ahhhhhh......♥♥♥"
Her pussy spasmed and clenched around the ring several times, and the erupted hot arousal flowed down the finger wearing the ring, all the way to her wrist.
"Ahahaaaat......!! Ung, uung......♥♥♥♥"
Amelia collapsed against the pillar, gasping for air.
Slide.
Amelia slowly lifted her right hand, which was trembling from exhaustion.
Sticky, transparent arousal drew threads from every knuckle, and the platinum ring at the center gleamed with a slick luster, proving the lingering sensation of having just rummaged through her secret inner walls and pressed against her sensitive spots.
"......Ah."
Tears streamed down through her unfocused eyes, but she lifted her trembling hand and brought the platinum ring, covered in her own fluids, to her lips and slowly took it into her mouth.
The sour and sweet taste of her own bodily fluids, mixed with the scent of iron, pierced her brain through the tip of her tongue.
"Hngh...... hng, ah......."
Amelia sat slumped on the floor, bursting into tears.
"I...... you......."
I love you, Rion.
My child, who was the most dazzling starlight in my long life.
She had to admit it. There was no place to run.
Amelia Blanche was, for the first time in her hundred-year life...... loving her disciple, Rion, as a man.
Guilt for her twisted feelings toward her disciple surged through her entire body, but she squeezed her eyes shut and licked the ring even more deeply.
If she didn't do this, there was no way to fill this feeling that was running wild in her heart.
"Rion...... hng, ugh......."
The warmth had faded, and now a fishy, salty, hazy taste touched her lips, but she licked it away desperately as if it were Rion's skin, shedding tears.
It was a terrible and blind yearning that far exceeded the affection a teacher could have for a student.
Amelia felt so pitiful, and at the same time, so disgusted with herself.