Chapter 491
Chapter 491
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 491
Chapter Title: I'm the Associate Professor and You're... (3)
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1.
Of course, Shin Si-woo was no longer Trinity Academy's caretaker.
Amelia was no longer an associate professor there, either.
Which meant that the sex unfolding in this library was blatant illegal trespassing.
But neither of them had any bandwidth left to worry about that.
Si-woo was consumed by a mad rush of excitement and conquest.
Amelia was drowning in a whirlwind of excruciating embarrassment and ecstasy.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Amelia—the associate professor from days gone by—worked her hips diligently.
Her plump, juicy ass slid back and forth, gradually engulfing Si-woo's massive shaft.
Even as she panted raggedly, Amelia scolded him in the iciest tone she could muster.
"Are you... hnn, watching closely?"
Drenched in peak arousal, Si-woo gripped her hips tight, steadying her so she wouldn't topple over.
"Like this... not missing... nnk... a single inch... of my... ah... cleaning demo?"
Amelia stuttered through her lines whenever his cock plunged deep, but she powered on.
If you factored in the lewd sounds punctuating her words...
'Like this (squelch) not missing a single (slurp) inch (sloooosh) cleaning (thrust) my (squeeze) demo?'
That about nailed it.
"Unlike a caretaker... hah... who just skims... nn... the surfaces.... I'm squeezing out... every last drop... from deep in your balls... aah... cleaning it all... properly!"
True to her word, Amelia's pussy was scouring every inch of Si-woo's cock with meticulous care.
From the thick base to the swollen head.
Her love juices and saliva served as detergent, her slick folds wiping away any trace of filth.
It was the gold standard of slutty hip-work—cleaning pornified.
"Whoa..."
Si-woo clutched her ass cheeks, spreading her rear wide for a better view.
Amelia's rhythm ground to a halt in that instant.
Obviously from the sheer mortification.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, caretaker?"
But the glance she shot over her shoulder somehow held the act together.
Her sharp gaze stabbed at him, unleashing a fresh barrage of scolding.
"I'm spreading Amelia's ass cheeks."
"...Ah."
"Sorry. I couldn't see your cleaning demo clearly... Spreading it like this lets me study it in detail."
"......"
He caught her muttering, "He's out of his damn mind...," but decided to tune it out.
Because it was just too fucking hot.
I'm fucking Associate Professor Amelia like a dog!
I own Amelia!
That triumphant roar echoed endlessly in his head like a victory chant.
"Th-then... go ahead and... sp-spread it wide... and observe... properly..."
"Yes, ma'am. Keep going."
After freezing up for a beat, Amelia resumed her cock-cleaning demonstration.
She braced against the desk like she was shoving it forward, shaking her ass back and forth.
-Sloosh! Sloosh! Sloosh!
Amelia was mortified to her core, yet hypersensitive all the same.
The risk of someone barging into this public space, plus the unspeakable shame of it all, only heightened her arousal.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Aaah...! Hnn...! L-like this... nice and... thorough... cleaning..."
As Amelia ramped up the pace, his glans poked her cervix.
"Kyaah..!"
Her sultry moan shattered the roleplay facade entirely. Her ass lifted higher.
And as a bonus, her puckered hole clenched like mimosa leaves under a fingertip.
"Professor? You okay?"
Si-woo feigned wide-eyed shock, playing dumb despite knowing full well.
Amelia hung her head, heaving for a good while.
He ignored her whisper of, "Goddamn it... Si-woo... I wanna smack you..."
He just wanted to savor this moment.
"J-just... a startle. Don't flip out over a little noise. It's unbecoming."
Forcing composure, Amelia restarted her hip movements.
But Si-woo's firm grip halted her.
"What are you—?"
"You seem like you're doing all the work, Professor... I'll take over, just like you demonstrated."
"...Fine. Do it."
She was juggling so much: sticking to the bit amid humiliation.
Stifling moans while hyper-aware of footsteps nearby.
Suppressing pleasure while thrusting her hips.
Relief washed over her at the chance to offload one burden. She stared straight ahead, cool as ice.
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Then came the brutal piston assault that betrayed her optimism.
"This what you meant?"
"Haaang! Hk...! Hik..!"
Amelia's ass—barely settled—bounced wildly three times over.
His 1.2x enlarged monster cock was knocking insistently at her womb's door.
Each time, her elbows jolted up, eyes flew wide.
Her plump cheeks clenched and quivered, too taut to grasp.
"Y-yes... just like... th-that... turns out... even a caretaker... can do something... right... aaang..!"
"Associate Professor Amelia."
Si-woo called her name, rubbing soothing circles over her startled cervix.
Amelia shivered down her spine but replied with forced calm.
"Wh-what?"
"Not to be rude, but your backdoor's been twitching nonstop... Does it feel good?"
"......"
Amelia dropped her gaze to the floor.
He ignored her mumble: "How long is this gonna go on...?"
She whipped around, eyes brimming with teary resentment.
"Hnnk, uuh... You trying to say your cock made me feel it?"
"No, that's not—"
"I'm Amelia Merigold, a great witch. As if a mere cleaning demo... haaang... could make me... feel anything..."
Associate Professor Amelia feigned utmost poise.
Meanwhile, her pussy's lewd spasms—teetering on climax—milked him like an oil rig drilling for cum.
"Professor, I think it's time to cum."
No script from here—time to trust Amelia's improv.
At his words, she arched a brow, bit her lip hard.
"Wh-when releasing... your seed... don't spill... hnnk... a single drop... press right against... my womb... That's... cleaning 101..."
"Amelia, you're such a fucking turn-on."
"Shut up... haaang..!"
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Merciless pistoning into her pre-orgasm pussy.
Si-woo crushed her ass in a vise grip, slamming his hips up and down.
"Aaang! Haa! Hnn..! Hmp... Mmp..!"
Amelia clapped a hand over her mouth, her pitiful moans fully off-script now.
Her tightening pussy—now vise-narrow—began shuddering, clamping his cock for dear life.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hk..! Hk..! Hk..!"
Amelia moaned in sync with his pulsing release, clenching and releasing her ass rhythmically.
Her legs had gone so limp, she'd collapse without his support.
True to her orders, Si-woo pressed flush against her cervix, flooding her tiny womb with every last rope.
"Haaaauuuu..."
Amelia slumped over the desk with a wet thud.
As Si-woo panted raggedly and pulled out, thick white globs mixed with her juices, puddling at their feet.
Her thighs twitched sporadically, her tight peach hole burping out alarming squirts of cum with each spasm.
That said, his climax had come quicker than expected, and hers was mild—no fainting or loss of control.
And the roleplay wasn't over yet.
After lolling atop the desk for a spell, Amelia hauled her orgasm-shaky body upright.
"Haa... Caretaker, make sure you watch my demo through to the end."
She looked a touch drained, but forced herself up anyway, squatting before Si-woo's glistening cock—coated in cum and nectar.
She cupped his balls gently for support, then began a thorough tongue cleanup.
"Professor..."
"Even after... it's all messy... slurp... you clean up properly... Got it?"
Cum dribbled from between her quivering thighs, forming a puddle below.
And every bit of her performance maxed out his conquest kink.
Amelia could tell from his reactions—that's why she played along in this humiliating charade.
Whether she'd acclimated, or the orgasm had fogged her mind enough to dull the shame, she dove back in with notably less blushing than before.
-Gulp.
Amelia lapped up his cum and juices spotless, swallowing neatly like last time.
Her brow furrowed ever so delicately.
Then, in a tone so composed and frigid it belied her recent climax show, she glared daggers at him.
Si-woo mentally awarded her Academy Best Actress of the Year.
"See? Not a speck of filth left behind. That's cleaning basics."
"Impressive as always, Professor."
Her eyes pleaded, "Can we be done now?," but he ignored it.
Nothing could stop Si-woo right now.
'If anyone interrupts... even Kether Duke gets killed.' Such bold resolve burned in his chest.
"Associate Professor Amelia."
"Yes... I mean, what?"
"I've got your cleaning method down pat."
"Obviously. I demonstrated it myself. Even lab rats could follow along. So today, we'll wrap it at—"
Subtle post-nut clarity and embarrassment had her probing for an exit, but no dice.
"How about we try something else this time?"
"......"
Her lips parted and closed repeatedly, brimming with unspoken protests, but she just nodded reluctantly.
She was finally starting to grasp Si-woo's initially baffling mindset.
The five years of unrelenting torment she could never deny.
She'd carried that guilt steadily, and Si-woo knew it.
So this seemingly ridiculous play was his gentle way of helping.
Like prolonged exposure therapy for trauma—facing it head-on to purge her ancient debt for good.
"Uh, Amelia. Could you maybe do this too?"
"Sure, tell me. Si-woo."
Dropping the "professor" title signaled Si-woo's return to director mode.
She listened to his whispered request, and her face flushed beet red anew.
"Si-woo, are you an idiot...? For real?"
Maybe this wasn't sweet consideration after all.
Maybe Si-woo was just a pervert dumbass.
Amelia thought.