Chapter 493
Chapter 493
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 493
Chapter Title: I'm the Associate Professor and You're... (5)
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1.
"Ah... ngh... haa... eek..."
Lewd moans escaped her lips as her delicate brow furrowed.
Si-woo's cock relentlessly tapped at her G-spot.
With her legs spread wide on the desk in missionary position, nothing obscured the raw sight of her tight hole devouring his massive shaft.
"Man... ager...! Right there, that spot... memorize it... well..."
Even as she stifled her moans with choked gasps, Amelia pressed on with her explanation in as calm a tone as she could manage.
But her expression had completely changed from earlier.
The corners of her mouth twitched as if she might melt away at any moment, her face a disheveled mess—her eyes burned with desperate resolve to hold it together.
-Squish! Squish!
"Like this?"
"Ha-ut...! Yes... th-that's... one of the spots... where I... feel it... easily...!"
The swollen ridge and deep groove along her vaginal wall.
Her defenses were already weakened from Si-woo's sticky caresses.
As he pressed down on her G-spot with firm, repeated thrusts of his cock, Amelia clutched her chest and writhed.
Yet she persisted with her diligent narration—a testament to sheer willpower.
-Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!
"If you keep... rubbing that... bumpy part... firmly... haang...! My mind... goes blank... and my breathing... gets ragged... And... and... haaaang...!"
To truly appreciate Associate Professor Amelia's masterful lecture, one inevitably had to ease up on the hip thrusts.
Thrust too hard, and her entire body would tremble, her voice turning to mush, making it impossible to follow her words.
But after ten minutes of languid G-spot stimulation—
Targeted precisely where she pointed it out—those slow movements alone were enough to push Amelia over the edge.
"Hnguuuuuh...!"
Amelia's body jolted violently, the back of her head slamming against the desk with a thud.
Her back arched like a drawn bow, rigid and taut, while her pussy clenched and relaxed around the base of his shaft in rhythmic spasms.
"Hng... hngut... hngp...!"
No matter how hard Amelia tried to play the iron-willed associate professor, maintaining that facade through climax was impossible.
She squeezed her eyes shut, clamped both hands over her mouth, and shuddered like she'd been electrocuted.
"Haa... If you keep rubbing... like that with the tip... haa, haa... my body moves on its own... and my insides contract and relax... to milk the man's release... That's how... I orgasm..."
She finished her commentary amid ragged breaths.
She was utterly adorable.
Adorable enough to erase even the tiniest lingering resentment he held toward her.
"What's next?"
"Haa... Next... After one orgasm... my insides get even more sensitive... so even slight movements bring stronger pleasure... ha-ut...!"
"Like this?"
Her hole had tightened intensely from the recent climax.
Poking the exact same spot made Amelia wail.
"Man... ager...! Don't move... on your own during... ah... aaah... haat...!"
Her legs, flailing in the air, naturally wrapped around Si-woo's waist.
That position naturally drove him deeper.
Especially since her insides seemed to suck him in, pulling him to full depth.
Her hole effortlessly swallowed his entire massive cock.
Amelia panted desperately, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Does this feel good too?"
"...Do you think I'm doing this class... just to feel good...?"
"You seem to love it, though."
"...That's another weak spot of mine."
"This one?"
"Haut...!"
Amelia hugged him tighter, exhaling sweet sighs into his ear.
She'd reached the limit of pleasure even her acting couldn't contain.
Even the Amelia from back then probably would've reacted the same.
-Press! Press!
"What about here?"
"Ah... aaa... haa..."
He thrust deep until her cute clit ground against his lower abdomen, then ground his hips in slow circles—Amelia trembled like a rain-soaked bird.
"The deepest spot... the manager can reach... ah, ah..."
"How does this feel?"
"So full... like my belly's being crushed... but my vision sparkles..."
Si-woo and Amelia exchanged filthy whispers as they explored each other's bodies even more voraciously.
"From here on... it's your independent assignment, manager... I'll grade it later... based on what you've learned so far... make me happy. Ngut...!"
"Got it."
"Today's lesson is about finding my weak spots... so every time I orgasm... you'll get extra points..."
The rest unfolded as expected.
Their second heated night together.
Sensitive spots inside the vagina vary from person to person.
And Si-woo was mapping out Amelia's weak points so thoroughly he could draw a full diagram.
Spotting them from reactions alone during sex was one thing—but getting precise feedback from the associate professor made it far faster.
An unexpected perk of sex ed.
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Hng... haat... ughk...!"
"Lady Amelia, no grading?"
"W-wait... I'm... grading...! Hng... I'm about to... cum again... kugh...! Haaaang...!"
Even in associate professor mode, Amelia couldn't fully withstand Si-woo's honed technique.
She had no defense against pleasure bordering on violence and cascading multi-orgasms.
Countless small climaxes already, plus six massive ones that blanked her mind.
A puddle of her juices soaked the desk, and at their junction, frothy white mix of fluids—her nectar and semen—overflowed in thick streams.
Si-woo had already creampied her three times.
And this made four.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Professor, cumming again."
"Hng, haaaat... Man... ager...! Inside... again...! If you cum... like that... hngaaang...!"
Si-woo pressed his cock flush against her cervix and pumped in thick baby batter.
Her pussy walls clung to him, greedily sucking it up, while Amelia's nails raked wide gashes across his back as she clutched him.
"Haaaaang...! Aaaaah...!"
She came again, timed perfectly with his creampie.
But Si-woo didn't stop moving even mid-release.
As Amelia's mind went white and reason fled, the relentless pleasure snapped her back.
"How many points... is that?"
"10 points... extra 10... ha-ut... hng...!"
Did Amelia realize her grading—starting at 100—had already surpassed 1,000?
The late-night classroom romp continued until dawn, until Amelia passed out completely, grading impossible.
2.
Si-woo clutched his stinging back, shredded by Amelia's nails, and surveyed the disaster they'd wrought.
"Ah... fuck, am I an idiot...?"
Ever since sniffing Malkuth Gallery's Amelia-scented perfume.
His memory was a blank.
Gaps everywhere, like after blacking out drunk.
The temptation perfume's effect had been that potent.
All he clearly recalled was begging her to grade him, to role-play professor—cringe-worthy antics—and the proof staring him in the face.
Amelia sprawled atop the desk.
"......"
Her pussy, pounded relentlessly moments ago, was swollen red and dripping semen in globs. Bite marks and suck bruises mottled her pale skin.
Still insanely hot, but memories of his pathetic begging acted as a powerful buzzkill.
What the hell had he done?
This was only their second time having sex.
Even if she seduced him first, demanding such shameful acts repeatedly?
He couldn't face her.
"Lady Amelia."
"Eek...!"
Si-woo gently lifted her sweat-slicked body and woke her softly.
Her eyes, bloodshot from crying through orgasms, flew open in startle.
"You okay?"
"......Ah."
Amelia blinked around in shock, then memory flooded back.
-Snap!
She flicked her fingers, and the classroom instantly cleaned itself.
The juice-soaked desk, their bodies—everything fresh as post-shower.
They fled the classroom on shaky legs, awkward strides.
Escaping the thick musk haze into crisp air that cleansed their lungs.
Post-clarity shame? Or regretting the intensity he'd demanded?
Amelia said nothing.
Not even holding hands.
"Lady Amelia, sorry. I... lost my mind too much."
"......"
"I'll keep my head from now on. No more weird requests."
He apologized first, straightforward.
Past gaps or whatever, conquering old Amelia—excuses masking his warped desires.
And perhaps it dredged up her hidden guilt.
"......"
Amelia halted abruptly ahead.
"Manager."
She spun, voice cold and stern.
Si-woo's eyes widened.
His selfish role-play might've reopened old wounds.
But Amelia's response wasn't forgiveness—it was more acting.
"You did well in today's class. Not quite satisfactory, but usable. You've got some potential, manager."
Her tone far more skilled than before, eyes fixed on him.
The prim line of her mouth softened into a grin.
Beaming, she hooked her arm in his and leaned her head lightly against him.
No anal attempt succeeded, but she'd seen him wildly aroused and learned his kinks.
Plus, a way to atone for her irreversible past mistake.
Still lacking... but for today, wasn't this enough?
They matched strides.
As Si-woo cringed at his impulsive frenzy, Amelia teased him in a lightly excited voice.
"You like this dumb stuff, manager. So vulgar."
"Uh... yeah, guess so."
"I'll do it now and then, so be grateful."
"You can stop now..."
"Think a mere manager can order me around? I'm Amelia Merigold."
"That's not what I—"
"Can't let this slide. Punishment time. Kiss me now."
On Trinity Academy's snow-blanketed grounds.
Their parallel footprints bore layers of leisurely banter.