Let Me Suck It Just Once!

"……Could you help me trace this shameless bastard's IP?"

Her voice was thick with desperation. Elena, actually asking me for a favor.

I burst out laughing on the inside. Just yesterday she'd slapped me with a point-deduction bomb for "poor classroom conduct" and dressed me down at length, and now here she was, begging me to catch the culprit for her.

"Of course, I'm not asking for your help free of charge. The points I docked yesterday will be struck from the record, and I'll grant you additional bonus points besides."

I fought down the smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth and deliberately put on a grave face.

"Naturally I must help, Professor. To think such a thing was happening at the Academy... But tracing a mana IP that way calls for one condition."

"A condition?"

"I need to snatch the mana wave logs at the exact moment the culprit demands a video from a specific target—or the moment the target transmits one. As you said, Professor, I can only isolate the wave once I know who that target is. Who is the victim?"

My question struck dead center, and Elena's shoulders gave a violent flinch.

Her pupils began to wander, nowhere left to hide.

Would Elena—so proud of her own image as a noble, virtuous aristocrat—really confess to her own student that she was the star of that vulgar little video?

"Th-the victims are... a number of unspecified individuals. It's difficult to identify anyone for certain just yet. However, tonight I intend to cast a dummy lure and conduct a sting operation. The moment the culprit takes the bait and connects, I will signal you, and you need only run the analysis remotely."

I nodded with perfect composure.

Trembling like a leaf at the thought of her own finger-banging video going public, and she'd still play the dignified lady and pretend it was somebody else's problem to the very end?Fine. Let's see how long she lasts.

"Understood, Professor. I'll await your signal."

I left a courteous bow behind me and slipped out of the office.

And then, that night.

I was leaning against my headboard, toying with my Mana Communicator, when the notification finally chimed through on the administrator account.

So this was the fruit of Elena's so-called sting operation.

Snickering, I opened the file. On screen, the backdrop was the desk in Elena's private research office.

Unlike yesterday, she wasn't naked down to the last thread. She wore her navy uniform, buttoned up tight to her throat.

But kneeling on that desk, she had a grotesque, monstrous purple dildo buried deep in her mouth.

"Schlup... shloop... gck, uurk..."

Tears of humiliation brimmed in her cold golden eyes.

Those refined lips that normally regarded students like insects were now hard at work on the obscene business of sucking a dildo—rolling her tongue, drooling in long, shameless strands.

Elena's saliva stretched in glistening ropes, and every time the dildo stabbed into the back of her throat, her shoulders heaved as she fought down the gag reflex.

I wanted to jack off on the spot, and my hand was already drifting toward my cock. But I pulled it back almost at once.

"Not enough. No matter how I look at it, still not enough."

It got me hard as fuck, sure—but watching her fellate that fake thing just didn't come close to scratching the itch.

I remembered the face she'd worn in the office, standing right in front of me and lying through her teeth about the victims being "unspecified."

Nothing short of blasting Professor Elena's pride to complete smithereens was going to satisfy me.

Not that fake cock—only stuffing my real, throbbing cock into her mouth could quench this thirst.

I opened the administrator account without delay and sent a message.

The moment my finger hit send, something inside ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me shuddered with a dark thrill. Degeneracy, perhaps.

Elena was about to have a very hard time thinking this through.

In the dead of night, where exactly was this noble virgin who had never so much as held a man's hand supposed to procure a real man? Within thirty minutes, no less?

It was absolutely impossible.

Her only recourse would be to grab some filthy street vagrant—or some clueless idiot of a male student—and beg him to put it in her mouth.

I threw on a coat over my clothes and stepped out of my dorm room that very instant.

Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of Elena's private research office. For some reason, the place felt dead silent, as if something had died in there.

Before opening the door, I arranged my expression one last time.

Knock, knock.

"Professor? It's Logan."

From within came a crash of clattering furniture and ragged, panicked breathing.

"J-just one moment... one moment, please!"

Presently, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

"...L-Logan?"

Elena ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looked even worse than I'd imagined when she opened that door.

Her face, already porcelain white, had drained of every last drop of color, the tracks of dried tears standing out plainly. Worse, her eyes had lost their focus and were trembling like a seismograph.

She fussed with her disheveled clothes, straining with all her might to maintain a professor's dignity, same as ever.

"You said you'd be conducting a sting operation, Professor, but on reflection, running the analysis remotely risks missing the finer fluctuations. To guarantee the trace, I need to synchronize directly at your side the instant the culprit's mana crosses yours—so I've taken the liberty of coming to you in person. Forgive the intrusion."

Elena's lips quivered.

For a fleeting instant, her gaze darted up to my face. And then swept rapidly down across my crotch.

"Th-the sting operation..."

"How did it go?"

Thump.

Elena's legs gave out beneath her and she crumpled straight to the floor. Then, with both hands shaking uncontrollably, she clutched at my trouser leg.

"Logan... the truth is... the culprit is... th-they're blackmailing me."

Ahh. There it is. She finally broke.

"I'm sorry? What do you mean, Professor? You?"

I feigned shock and moved to stagger backward, but she pressed even closer, desperation mounting.

"They're holding my... my private footage over me... and making me do horrible things. Just now, another threatening message arrived."

"What on earth could they be making you do, to reduce you to this...?"

"Right now! If I don't send them a video of myself... sucking a real man's... his cock... they'll release everything...!"

At last, head bowed low, Elena broke into open sobbing.

Professor Elena, the Ice Witch herself, clinging to the leg of a student she normally regarded with contempt, bawling her eyes out and laying bare every last one of her filthy secrets.

"And how am I supposed to help with that?! I could never take part in something so shameless. I'll summon the knights this instant!"

But first, I made her sweat a little. Served on a silver platter or not, I wanted to savor Elena's reactions a while longer.

The moment I refused flatly and turned to go, she gasped in horror and threw her arms around my waist.

After all, the instant the knights got involved, the exposure of Elena's dirty laundry to the entire world was a foregone conclusion.

"No! Please, Logan...! If you help me just this once—this once—I'll repay you for the rest of my life, I swear it! Your... your manhood... just let me put it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in my mouth one time, please...!"

"...Professor. Even for the sake of an investigation, asking your own student to do something like that..."

"There's no time! There's no one else I could ask, and I'll... I'll take care of everything myself... please, just once, I'm begging you...!"

Holy shit... I'm losing my mind. Fuck.

That mouth—that mouth that had played the paragon of virtue—was now begging to suck my cock?

And with the very Professor Elena I knew pleading so piteously, the sheer depravity of it had my cock ready to snap upright—but I concentrated every ounce of my willpower and barely managed to keep my lower half in check.

I let out a long sigh and, pretending to be worn down, stepped up in front of Elena.

"...Just once. And purely to trace the culprit's mana wave, Professor."

"Th-thank you... thank you, truly..."

Elena practically crawled across the floor, wriggling in between my legs.

Face burning red, she pressed the record button on the communicator and set it on the sofa table. Then she reached out with a pair of trembling white hands and tugged down my trousers.

Pop.

What shoved its way free of my underwear was a cock swollen fit to burst. Nothing like the rubber dildo she'd been sucking moments ago—a real, living cock.

Perhaps because it was the first genuine cock she had ever faced in her life, Elena drew in a sharp, hiccupping breath, her eyes quivering.

Instinctive revulsion rose in her throat and she gagged, trying to shuffle backward.

Cock jutting out, I addressed Elena.

"What are you doing, Professor? Weren't you supposed to be in a hurry?"

Elena slowly opened her mouth.

Then, carefully, she edged closer and pressed her crimson lips to the tip of my rigidly swollen glans.

"Schlup... shloop...♡"

Her warm, damp tongue and lips swallowed my cock whole, and lewd wet sounds and slick, sliding saliva wrapped around it.

Even as she gagged, Elena desperately held her mouth open and accepted my member.

The moment her clumsy tongue lapped up along my glans, I lost all restraint—both hands shot out and seized her neatly pinned sky-blue hair in a crushing grip.

"Logan, ngh—my hair, my hair...!"

"What was I supposed to do when you looked that fucking hot, Professor?! This is all your fault, Professor Elena!"

Tossing excuses to the wind, I rammed my cock deep into the far reaches of her throat.

"Uurk! Gck, mm, nnghh...!!"

The conquering rush of plugging my professor's mouth full of cock fanned my arousal to new heights.

Only yesterday she'd been the strict, unyielding professor docking my points and looking down her nose at me. Now she was nothing more than a mouth-pussy devoting herself entirely to sucking my cock.

"Shlurp, chap! Schlup♡, shlooop...!"

Elena's tongue work grew stickier and more wanton by the moment. Presumably her first time ever sucking a cock, yet she was adapting with alarming speed—suppressed nasal whimpers leaked down her throat and teased at my balls.

This fucking bitch—she was born a natural, custom-built for my cock-sleeve duty!

"Hah... Professor, your mouth feels incredible."

"Mm... chuuup, mmm...♡"

This was it. The limit.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Professor!"

"Mmph?! Mmmph! Gulk—gulp...!!"

My cock, pushed past its final limit, erupted without mercy, blasting cum into the deepest recesses of her throat.

Elena thrashed and bucked under the tsunami of semen—over a week's worth of abstinence, all at once—but I bore down on her head and made certain she couldn't spit out a single drop.

Gulp. Gluck.

The sound of my seed sliding thick and heavy down Elena's throat filled the research office to the brim.

Only after wringing out the very last drop did I release her hair.

Elena collapsed face-down onto the floor, heaving for breath.

At the corner of her mouth, the semen she'd failed to swallow mingled with drool and ran in a sticky line down her jaw.

"Hah, hah... cough, hck..."

Elena stared vacantly at the floor with her golden eyes gone completely unfocused, gasping.

She still hadn't recovered her senses.

Pulling my trousers back up, I put on an act of studying the Mana Communicator.

"Hah... Professor. I'm afraid I have unfortunate news."

"...What? What do you..."

Her lips, still coated in cum, quivered as she looked up at me. I shook my head.

"The culprit's encryption spell formation is far more powerful than I anticipated. The trace severed completely, right around the eighty percent mark."

"Ah—then..."

Feigning that the words were hard to say, I faltered before continuing.

"There's nothing to be done. For now... if we want to catch the culprit without this spiraling out of control, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to go along with his demands for the time being."