Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Ingredients for the Elixir (2)
A heavy tug pulled at his lower abdomen.
His peripheral nerves felt like they were burning sharply.
Zeke let out a hot breath and glanced down.
Freya's neat crown of her head came into view.
Kneeling demurely, Freya was quietly stroking Zeke's cock.
Her touch was clumsy.
As if she thought stronger stimulation would feel better, she gripped Zeke's cock tightly without mercy.
She shook it at a steady rhythm, occasionally faltering and losing the pace.
"Ngh..."
A rough groan escaped through Zeke's gritted teeth.
His master, so proficient in dark magic, was utterly inept when it came to sex.
She held her breath, focusing intently on stroking his cock.
It was as cautious as a novice mage demonstrating their first spell before the tower lord.
Her unskilled caresses terrified Zeke with how good they felt.
His master was jerking him off...!
Even the buttock cleft massage from his master had been shockingly bold, but her using her hand directly was on another level. It went beyond shocking—it was devastatingly arousing.
Freya, diligently working her arm and watching the cock's reactions with wide eyes, lifted her head slightly and asked cautiously.
"Wh... when does it... come out...? I've been stimulating it quite a bit, haven't I...?"
Her voice lacked the confidence of her usual haughty, commanding demeanor.
This was her first time touching a man's cock, and her first time trying to make him ejaculate through stimulation.
She knew the theory of caressing, but with zero practical experience, it was completely uncharted territory for her.
"It needs a bit more intense stimulation."
"L... like this?"
Freya gripped Zeke's cock harder, squeezing it like she was trying to wring it out.
"Ugh...!"
"S-Sorry...!"
As Zeke winced from the pain of her tight grip on his lower body, Freya flinched back as if she'd touched something scalding and let go.
"Did it hurt?"
Freya looked up at Zeke, his throbbing, erect cock right in front of her chin.
Her lovely pink eyes were filled with worry.
It was an incredibly erotic sight.
Even though he was the one being punished, it felt like he was receiving a reward.
Calming his urge to get cocky again, Zeke spoke.
"Master, when I said it needs stronger stimulation, I didn't mean grip harder. I meant find the sensitive spots and stroke those focusedly."
"Where... are those...?"
He almost said, Why don't you try finding them, Master? But he held back.
It wouldn't do for the one being punished to say that.
Zeke kindly guided Freya to the spots that would feel even better.
"Here. Focus on shaking this part more."
He took her hand, which had been working only the base of his shaft, and guided it to the glans at the tip.
"Try it once."
"Okay."
Freya nodded resolutely and resumed the caress.
Each shake of her hand let the smooth silk glove texture stroke the underside of his glans intensely.
The stimulation was definitely different now.
Male sensitivity was concentrated more toward the upper part of the shaft than the base, so what came before was just a demo—this was the real deal.
"Am I doing well?"
"Yes, you're doing great."
A faint smile tugged at Freya's lips upon his praise.
Praise makes even whales dance, they say.
Who knew it applied here too?
Was being told she was good at handjobs flattering?
If they were lovers, maybe.
"This spot feels good, huh? It twitched a lot when I stimulated here."
Using her sharp mind, she'd proudly discovered her disciple's erogenous zone.
Seeing the cock twitch happily, Freya grew even more pleased with herself and focused her assault there.
Her movements were still crude and clumsy, but more than enough to bring him to climax.
"It's... getting even bigger...!"
Freya's eyes widened like a startled cat as Zeke's cock swelled even fuller in her hand.
"Master... it's about to come out."
"Y-Yes?"
He'd planned to hold back and aim into the pot, but Freya froze in confusion at the sudden announcement, not knowing what to do.
She should've stopped her hand, but she kept stroking.
Because of that, Zeke couldn't hold it anymore and ejaculated with a sharp gasp.
-Spurt! Splurt!
The thick white fluid shot out in long streams, whipping across Freya's face like a lash.
Freya squeezed her eyes shut as it flew toward her face.
The semen kept pumping out.
Her face was too small to catch it all.
It covered her entire face and overflowed, soaking her bangs and splattering thickly onto her chest.
"Mm... mmmph..."
Her face coated in semen, Freya couldn't open her mouth.
The thick masculine scent flooded her nostrils like a wave.
A dizzying aroma.
It wasn't pleasant—musky and pungent—but subtly addictive, making her want to keep smelling it.
Zeke savored the afterglow of his ejaculation, looking down at Freya with her face drenched in his semen.
The sense of conquest was immense.
The taboo pleasure of cumming on his master's beautiful face was intoxicating.
Was this really punishment?
If all punishments were like this, he'd take hundreds.
"Hold on. Let me wipe it off for you."
Zeke pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the semen from Freya's face.
"I'll get it."
She wiped the rest with her gloved hand.
She wiped it, but...
Clumpy semen clung to her hair, and the thinned fluid from her body heat trickled down into her cleavage.
"It's incredibly pungent."
Freya removed her sticky glove.
"Sorry. You said you needed freshly ejaculated semen..."
Semen lost vitality rapidly once ejaculated.
Even now, as they spoke.
"Shall we do it once more?"
Zeke suggested cautiously, thrusting out his still rock-hard cock.
It twitched as if begging for more strokes.
"No. Later."
Freya murmured softly, her cheeks faintly flushed pink.
A strange awkwardness hung between them.
"By the way, Zeke."
Still kneeling, Freya looked up at him.
The sight of his vicious-looking cock right next to her beautiful face was brutally violent.
The size comparison was stark.
His cock could cover half her face.
"How's your condition?"
"I'm fine."
"Really?"
Her face shifting to that of a mature scholar, Freya stroked her lips with her thumb, lost in thought for a moment.
"So, sexual arousal doesn't cause fainting after all."
"Ah..."
Her mutter let him grasp her intent.
It was because of what happened in the hallway earlier.
He'd been sexually aroused to the max.
She must have theorized that excessive arousal caused the faint midway through.
But ejaculating proved that wrong.
Even in this situation, worrying about her disciple's health.
Only a master truly loves her disciple.
The dark desire for more punishment twisted into guilt, filling him with sorry and love for his master.
"Go rest in your room for today. We'll continue tomorrow what we couldn't finish."
"Tomorrow too?"
"Of course. It's for the elixir ingredients."
Zeke nodded slowly.
"...Got it. See you tomorrow."
He pulled up his pants and left the study.
After Zeke left, Freya waited in place, listening to his footsteps fade.
Once they were completely gone, she collapsed bonelessly onto the floor.
"Haaah..."
Her face burned hot.
Covering it with both hands, she exhaled the breath she'd been holding.
Her breath hit her palms, spreading the faint lingering semen scent and saturating her senses.
Glancing sideways at the discarded glove while inhaling the remaining smell.
The glove, soaked with semen.
Like a thief stealing something precious, she cautiously reached for it.
No one was watching, yet she was extremely careful.
The glove was damp with semen and cold from lost warmth. But the masculine scent lingered stronger.
"Th-This is... for research..."
Muttering to herself, Freya slowly brought the glove to her nose.
The thick male musk invaded her nostrils without mercy.
Her mind reeled as if she'd inhaled an aphrodisiac.
"Sniiff... This is... haah... Zeke's scent... sniiiiff..."
She knew how shameful and pathetic this was, but the female instinct toward the male drove her onward.
Feeling her lower abdomen clench repeatedly, Freya inhaled the semen scent soaked into the glove.
"So pungent... Not a good smell... haah..."
Yet it felt addictive.
The bubbling of the mana water in the pot mixed with her rhythmic breaths, filling the study.