Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Disqualified as a Master
The sun rose over the horizon of the vast forest stretching out like the sea.
The stinging morning sunlight struck Zeke's right cheek.
"Ah..."
Zeke stared blankly at the ceiling with drowsy, sleep-hazed eyes, as if intoxicated.
He had ended up pulling an all-nighter after all.
The events of yesterday had kept him from sleeping.
He had entered the bath naked with his Master.
Not just entering the bath—he had scrubbed each other's skin like lovers and received a dick massage from her plump, cushiony ass.
And that wasn't the end of it.
In the mansion corridor, as if continuing from the bath, he had gripped the wall-standing Master's ass crack with his cock and rubbed against it. First with her panties on, then after taking them off.
In the midst of awkwardly shaking his hips, something possessed him, his mind growing hazy, and Zeke freely groped and toyed with his Master's pussy.
Then his vision went black, and when he came to, he was lying in his room.
He immediately apologized to his Master.
At first, she forgave him generously with her broad-mindedness, vast as her ample bosom, but then she whimsically retracted her forgiveness, saying that letting it slide would make her a Master disrespected by her disciple from then on.
So he received punishment.
The punishment of having his Master pleasure him to extract the semen needed for crafting the spirit elixir.
Honestly... was that even punishment?
Her clumsy, awkward, but earnest caresses felt like a reward, not a penalty.
Taking off his pants and exposing his cock before her face had been embarrassing at first, but once he got used to it, the shame faded, leaving only the pleasure of being pleasured by his beautiful Master.
And as the crowning finale, ejaculating onto her face.
Defiling the female face with the male's white fluid gave Zeke a sense of conquest.
All of this had happened in a single day yesterday.
No wonder he couldn't sleep.
"But..."
As Zeke blankly gazed at the ceiling, replaying yesterday's events, he sensed something off.
He had thought it was his Master testing her disciple.
He felt it was her dedication to forgiving his wrongdoing and restoring their master-disciple bond.
...Was there really any need to go that far?
It was too much.
Too extreme.
His Master was a highly rational scholar.
She rejected impulsive, spur-of-the-moment actions.
She wasn't the type to dive in body-first when handling matters; she planned meticulously at her desk and proceeded step by step.
Yet, looking back on yesterday, it was unlike his usual Master.
Impulsive.
Spontaneous.
Leading with her body first and foremost.
If it was for testing him, there were easier ways.
Magic would settle it in an instant.
His Master could easily use magic to force a confession out of him about whether he lusted for her or not.
Lifting her dress, baring her ass, and demanding he prove it by rubbing his cock against it—that was far removed from the stern, rational Freya he remembered.
Even making him ejaculate by hand to obtain semen.
Her logic: since he touched his own cock first, she would touch his in return.
It wasn't wrong.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
But the Freya he knew wouldn't stubbornly insist on such logic to justify that act.
She was the type who didn't understand sexual acts and viewed them as filthy.
Long ago, she had pointed at men and women kissing and called it unhygienic and disgusting.
Yet that same woman had touched, stroked a man's reproductive—and excretory—organ, and even taken semen on her face in the end. Of course, Zeke had been unable to hold back and spurted it onto Freya's face.
His Master was absolutely not the type to do such things.
"She seemed to enjoy it... No, that can't be!"
Zeke immediately shook off the impure thought rising in his mind.
"It must have been out of curiosity."
She must have researched semen for the elixir, and in the process, grown curious about the ejaculation mechanism.
His Master was a witch who had studied magic for centuries; her thirst for knowledge was intense.
"Let's not think about anything else."
Right now, his top priority was helping with her elixir research.
And if the chance arose, it might be good to bring up what happened eight years ago.
He hadn't been able to broach it properly, unsure of her reaction, but given her generous actions lately, she might be open to it.
"There must be meaning behind it all."
He decided to interpret his Master's behavior in the best possible light.
She was absolutely not the kind of person who would rub her ass against her disciple's cock or fondle it for her own pleasure.
Absolutely not.
Zeke left his room to give his morning greetings.
2.
"I'm disqualified as a Master..."
At the same time, in Freya's study.
The room was so steamy that white fog condensed on the windows.
The cause was Freya, curled up naked on the study floor.
Sunlight reflected off her sweat-slicked skin, making it sparkle.
A few strands of pink hair clung to her moist skin.
From her groin, even more saturated with moisture than the rest, wafted a sweltering heat and a sweet, musky aroma.
The dress spread out beneath her like a sheet was soaked as if drenched in rain, with her undergarments scattered haphazardly around it like shed skin.
The result of tormenting and comforting herself all night.
A sordid, perverted act begun under the guise of research.
Rubbing against her disciple's cock, then pressing the glove soaked with his semen to her nose and deeply inhaling it again and again.
A foul, unpleasant smell.
Normally, she would have scorned it and burned the glove.
Yet the fishy reek of semen was strangely addictive.
Not a fragrance like perfume or flowers, but it made her sniff compulsively, and each deep inhalation hazed her mind like a wicked drug.
One whiff, pull away—only to crave another.
Another, pull away—crave yet more.
Repeating this, Freya eventually buried her nose in the semen-damp glove, rubbing it into her nostrils.
Recalling that act made her want to slap herself, yet her womb clenched in frustration at failing its given role, stirring excitement.
"Hoo..."
Letting out a hot sigh, Freya writhed.
Her sticky thighs parted with a wet separation.
A puff of feminine scent rose from the exposed space.
Her pussy, rubbed raw all night to Zeke's semen scent, throbbed with soreness.
Her clit, tormented in a frenzy, had swollen plumply, protruding like a sprout beyond its hood.
The fact that she had pleasured herself to swelling while inhaling her disciple's semen scent was sinful yet thrilling; self-reproach as an unfit Master, yet pleasurable.
Contradictory emotions coexisted, threatening to turn her into a fool.
Amid it all, the impulse for one more thrill tingled her pussy, her clit twitching lewdly back and forth.
"Just once more, the last time..."
How many times had she said that now?
The last time.
The real last time.
The absolute final last time.
Repeating such words, she comforted herself until dawn.
But now it truly had to be the last.
It was morning.
Morning meant Zeke would soon come for greetings.
So before that, really just one last time for that pleasure.
"Sssss... ha..."
She rubbed the glove against her nose and inhaled deeply.
The semen scent had mostly faded; she sniffed diligently for faint traces.
At the same time, she circled her guilt-swollen clit with her fingertip.
"Ha-ut...!"
Just a few strokes on her clit, and the accumulated pleasure exploded through her body.
She vividly felt blood rushing from head to toe.
Her mind blanked as if knowledge fled, leaving her stupid; her vision flashed.
Her back arched reflexively, hips lifting off the floor in spasms.
Having lived centuries ignorant of such pleasure felt like a loss, yet a relief she hadn't known.
Had she known, she might have become a witch researching masturbation instead of magic.
"Haa... haa... hut...!"
She mashed and rubbed her pearl-like plump clit with her finger.
A technique learned from tormenting it all night.
This way, climax came faster.
She didn't forget to inhale the semen scent with each motion.
Her disciple's semen aroma acted like an aphrodisiac, turning the Master into this lowly woman.
It was the disciple's fault.
Zeke's fault.
Arousing his Master with semen scent—such ingratitude.
With such twisted rationale, she escaped guilt, stroking her pussy faster, more obscenely.
"Hng... Zeke... Zeke...! Haaang...!"
The Master climaxing while repeatedly calling her disciple's name.
She raised her tensed ass high, knees trembling wildly.
Her clit twitched front to back.
Her pussy, leaking thick love juices, pulsed like breathing.
Showing this to her disciple... she would truly be disqualified as a Master.
But Freya didn't know.
That her disciple was listening to these sounds from outside the door.