Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Proof (3)
Unable to hold back his impulse, he committed the act—and with it, the long-suppressed desire finally awakened.
Zeke tormented his master, Freya.
But torment didn't mean subjecting her to harsh treatment or torture.
"Master, you look so cute right now."
"Hyaang...!"
Zeke's low voice whispered sweet words right by her ear.
His breath tickled the sensitive shell of her ear.
At the same time, Zeke's rough palm patted and stroked Freya's buttocks.
This was the result of suppressing his desire as much as humanly possible.
I want to fuck my master.
I want to torment my master.
At first, wild thoughts like those had raced through his mind like a madman, but he'd barely clung to his sanity.
He'd held on to that sanity, but he hadn't fully controlled the impulse—which was how things had devolved into this.
The immoral thrill of being her disciple while lavishing her with oohs and aahs of praise.
And each time, his master let out those adorable sounds while blushing in embarrassment.
Unable to resist at the sight of this new side of her—one he'd never seen before—the disciple kept tormenting her.
He'd completely forgotten his original goal.
Given the situation, he could've kept rubbing his cock against her ass, but if he did, he knew he'd lose control and thrust right in—so he'd stopped.
"St-stop... haang... stop stroking my butt...!"
Freya resisted by wriggling her hips.
It wasn't fierce resistance.
She was telling him to stop with her words, but the truth was, Freya loved the way he stroked her ass.
It was a pleasure she'd never felt in all her years as a witch.
I shouldn't lust after my disciple.
But I want to lust after him.
I want to cling to him.
I want him to devour me.
Zeke's forceful attitude was so deliciously immoral.
And that's exactly why it felt so good.
Unable to voice her true feelings, Freya could only put up this token resistance.
"It's your fault for being so cute, Master."
"Wh-what kind of nonsense is that...!"
The Saintess had advised her to be honest.
And she was being honest—at least when it felt good.
Zeke shared the emotions surging through him right now.
"I'm not cute!"
"You are cute."
"I said I'm not! Hiyaang!"
His finger trailed smoothly up the cleft of her ass, and Freya immediately let out an adorable cry.
Her face flushed beet red with shame, Freya bowed her head and stared fixedly at the windowsill.
"Looks like this spot feels good."
His finger rubbed intensively along the crack of her ass.
Each time his fingertip tapped the wrinkles of her anus, Freya's waist twitched.
"You're not lusting after your disciple, are you, Master?"
"Haa... ah... no."
"As expected of my master."
"Hng... of course."
That was what she said, but if she endured much more of this, she felt like she wouldn't be able to hold back and pounce on Zeke herself.
"Then I guess it's okay to rub here too."
"Y-yes...?"
Like a woman entranced, Zeke's hand slid even lower along the cleft of her ass.
It arrived at the scorching-hot space between her thighs.
Zeke's hand stroked Freya's plump mound.
"Haaaah... w-wait...!"
Startled, Freya clamped her legs shut.
With her thighs squeezed together, Zeke's hand was completely trapped between them.
Her soft thighs gripped his hand from both sides, while the even softer, squishier flesh of her pussy pressed down on his palm.
Zeke worked his palm, kneading Freya's pussy.
"Haht... hng...!"
Her pussy—still swollen from a week of masturbation—grew hypersensitive at this unfamiliar touch of a man's hand. It had already been primed by the ass-stroking.
"Zeke... stop...!"
"Make more of those cute sounds, Master."
"Hwaang... hyat...!"
Freya let her moans come out more freely now.
It felt good to take orders from her disciple.
No one had ever given her commands like this before.
She worked as a hunter under contract with the Empire, but that was more like requests than orders.
So this was her first time receiving commands like these.
Drip.
After a few kneads, love juices trickled from her pussy.
"Master."
Zeke showed her the slick fluid coating his fingers, letting her see its sticky viscosity.
"What is this?"
She couldn't hold back any longer.
Unfilial or not, be damned.
It went against Freya's moral code, but she truly couldn't endure it anymore.
"Zeke...!"
Freya turned around to gaze up at him.
"I'm sorry for lying."
"......"
"The truth is...!"
The moment she tried to confess that she was a shameful master lusting after her own disciple, Zeke's body toppled backward as he fainted.
"......Eh?"
Freya let out a dumbfounded noise at Zeke's sudden collapse.
"Zeke!"
Freya urgently shook his fallen form.
2.
"Ugh...... my head......"
When Zeke opened his eyes, a vicious headache and thirst hit him—like the morning after a brutal hangover.
"What......?"
He blinked his blurry eyes and looked around.
It was his bedroom.
As far as he could remember, he'd been carrying his master princess-style, bringing her back to her room.
"And then... ah......"
He recalled how it had led to rubbing his cock against her ass.
After that... his memories grew hazy.
"What the hell happened?"
Zeke clutched at his disheveled hair.
He tried to piece it together—what had gone down?
Memories flickered like shadows in a fog-shrouded haze, forgotten fragments surfacing unbidden.
"Holy shit......!"
Zeke's eyes bulged wide, as if they might pop out of his skull.
Not everything came back, but he remembered enough: he'd been insolent as hell to his master.
-Crash!
Zeke bolted out of the room in a panic.
"Crazy bastard! Crazy! Crazy bastard!"
He raced straight to his master's study.
"Master!"
He flung open the door and burst inside.
"You're awake?"
Freya had been immersed in her magic research in the study.
"Master! I've committed a grave sin!"
He dropped straight into a deep prostration.
"I don't even know why I did it... I must've lost my mind for a bit."
He couldn't understand it himself—why the hell had he done that?
It reminded him of that incident long ago. The situations were eerily similar.
And he still didn't know why he'd acted out back then.
At least he'd been drunk that time.
This had started stone-cold sober.
"Please don't forgive this disciple who's shamed his master!"
"......"
Freya stayed silent for a moment before speaking in her usual curt tone.
"How's your body feeling?"
"Just a bit of a headache—otherwise, fine."
"Then we're good."
"Pardon?"
Still prostrated, Zeke lifted his head.
"A disciple's little slip-up like that? I can chalk it up to charm."
"That didn't feel like 'charm' level, though......"
Could groping his master's pussy really pass as a disciple's cute mistake?
"And besides, it started because I pushed you into it first."
"Still...!"
"You've really turned into a disciple who ignores his master's words while I wasn't looking. Since when did you start talking back? You used to obey every word of mine without fail."
Freya spoke calmly, exuding mature poise.
"If you're asking for forgiveness, I forgive you."
"Thank you...!"
Zeke bowed his head once more.
"But that's neither here nor there."
Freya set down her quill pen.
She propped her chin on her hand and gazed down at Zeke, sprawled flat on the floor.
"At the start, I told you—if you got erect, I'd deal with it accordingly, remember?"
Kneeling on the floor, Zeke nodded shamefacedly.
"It was a natural reaction to the stimulation, but......"
"You still got erect."
"Yes."
Freya rose from her seat and approached with dignified steps.
She came around the desk and perched on its corner, her butt resting there.
"And you lied to your master on top of that."
"......"
Zeke averted his eyes.
"Look at me."
Zeke cautiously glanced up at Freya.
A cynical chill emanated from her pink pupils as she looked down.
Unable to meet her gaze properly, Zeke looked away again.
"That habit of yours hasn't changed. Ever since you were little, whenever you felt guilty, you couldn't look me straight in the eye."
"...I'm sorry."
"Did I teach you to act like that?"
"...I'm sorry."
"I've heard enough sorrys."
Freya tapped her nails on the desk. Tap, tap, tap.
"Anyway, I said I'd deal with it—so here's your punishment."
Come to think of it, this would be his first time being directly punished by Freya.
When he was little, he'd committed plenty of offenses—shattering fine china, botching a spell and wrecking the garden, sneaking into the study and accidentally tearing a grimoire—but she'd never punished him for any of it.
Back then, Freya hadn't paid him much attention at all.
She'd picked up a stray puppy without knowing what to do with it and mostly left him to his own devices for a long time.
"Not that the punishment is anything major."
"I'll accept whatever it is."
"Help me with my magic research."
"......Is that the punishment?"
Zeke blinked in confusion.
He'd helped with her magic research plenty of times as a kid.
Though "helping" just meant organizing research notes or running out to buy ingredients.
Her mastery of magical theory was on another level, so that was the extent of what he could manage.
"I need some ingredients."
"Just say the word—I'll fetch them right away."
"You can't buy these ones."
Freya shook her head and extended her finger.
Her slender digit pointed straight at Zeke.
More precisely, at his crotch.
"Semen."
"......Pardon?"
"I need semen."