Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Complete Regeneration
"Hiiik…! Ung…! Hnng…!"
Freya's moist moans filled the room.
*Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!*
Even wetter sounds echoed alongside her moans.
Sounds from her pussy overflowing with juices.
Every time Zeke's fingers plunged deep into her pussy, embarrassing wet noises rang out, sending droplets splashing wildly across her groin.
"Z-Zeke… stop…! Stop…! Ahh! Please stop…!"
A storm of savage pleasure raged through her.
Her vision flashed bright.
Currents of ecstasy swept through her brain, threatening to turn her into an idiot.
Her survival instincts kicked in.
She pushed against the blanket with her heels.
Trying to escape the two fingers dominating her.
But it was no use.
Zeke's left hand pressed gently but firmly on her lower belly, pinning her lower body in place.
The more she resisted, the harder he crushed down on her belly.
The uterine massage broke her resistance.
All Freya could do was whimper pitifully while basking in Zeke's caresses, feeling good against her will.
"Ag-again… I-I'm gonna cum…! Hnng… Zeke… I'm gonna squirt…!"
A urinary sensation she'd never felt in over a thousand years of life.
As a witch, she'd never had occasion to expel anything from her urethra.
The urethra was just an extra little hole attached to her sex organ.
Today, she learned its true purpose.
When pleasure swelled like a balloon and burst at the peak of climax, a jet of fluid sprayed from the urethra like a fountain, signaling the moment to the man.
Such a vulgar, embarrassing purpose.
She wanted to control it, but there was no way.
Hold it back, and her lower belly grew heavy and taut.
Tension flowed through her inner thighs, the area around her urethra itching and stinging until it inevitably released.
"Squirt."
Zeke's reply was curt.
*Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!!*
Fingering sped up.
At the same time, he kneaded her lower belly with firm presses, massaging her womb.
Finally, Freya's floodgates burst.
"Hiaaaang…! Hik…! Hyaaang…!"
Freya arched her hips high, putting on a climax fountain show.
A fierce jet shot up like a fountain.
Her waist trembled violently, her hips shaking up and down, making the straight stream ripple and sway.
*Schlop.*
Zeke withdrew his fingers from Freya's sticky, juice-coated depths.
White fluids clung thickly to his middle and ring fingers.
Like pulling his hand out of a slime's body, it was slick and slippery.
"Haa… Huu… Hn…."
Freya panted for breath, legs splayed wide.
A crude pose she'd never assume in her normal state.
Fluids trickled steadily from her twitching pussy, soaking the bedsheets.
Is this what they call a sloppy pussy?
Stories from his mercenary days came to mind.
'Sloppy pussies are the best.'
'Loose pussy?'
'Not loose, sloppy, you idiot. Splashing everywhere with every thrust—gets you so hard.'
That mercenary's lecture on sloppy pussies.
Compared to his words, Freya was definitely a sloppy one.
Just a few finger thrusts, and she was squirting and cumming like crazy.
"Phew… Did I go too far?"
Freya's eyes were unfocused, her mind adrift.
Pink hair matted with sweat clung to her white skin.
Her ample breasts spilled from the off-shoulder dress, proudly displaying their full volume and perky nipples even as she lay there.
The dress hem was bunched up to her waist, exposing her navel, where a small puddle had formed from her own squirt.
Her confession of love had been so cute that he'd teased her even more aggressively. They said cuteness triggered aggressive impulses in the brain to restore balance, after all.
"Haa……."
Zeke shook out his wrists and caught his breath.
Every breath brought a sweet scent overwhelming his senses.
Sweet enough to make his head spin.
Some fantasized that women's sweat smelled sweet.
To state it plainly: pure delusion.
From his mercenary days, he knew women's sweat could be just as sour and pungent.
But not Freya.
Freya's sweat had a sour edge, but the sweetness dominated.
Zeke dry-washed his face to clear his head.
"Ah…."
He'd meant to dry-wash, but his palms were drenched in her pussy juices, so he ended up washing his face with them instead. The intense sweetness made his head buzz for a moment.
His legs went weak, and he staggered.
……Dizzy.
Zeke blinked and shook his head.
"Freya."
"Yessh……."
Freya, still catching her breath, looked up at him with pleasure-drunk eyes.
"Now I'll put it in."
"Yes…?"
Her hazy pupils sharpened, and her eyes widened.
"Hik…!"
A hotness rubbed against her pussy slit.
She lifted her head to check.
The glans was plowing through her slit.
The moment she'd dreamed of.
The act to confirm a man and woman's love.
Unlike eight years ago when they were drunk, this time they were clear-headed.
She'd remember everything from start to finish.
The pounding heartbeat right before insertion, crystal clear.
Teacher disqualification.
Woman: pass.
They weren't teacher and disciple anymore, so maybe not disqualification.
Stop overthinking…!
Right now, just devote herself as one woman who loved this man.
Freya spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart with both hands.
Her small lips unfolded like butterfly wings.
Between them, her pussy hole twitched, juices trickling out.
"……Please put it in."
She'd never begged before, but now Freya was pleading on her own.
Her face flushed bright red, exposing her pink inner flesh.
What a lewd teacher.
Zeke grinned mischievously.
"You want my cock inside you that badly?"
"W-what……!"
"Lying again?"
"Uuuu," she groaned, lowering her head and tugging her labia wider to open her hole more.
"I want… Zeke to fuck me…."
"Cute."
He stroked her cheek.
"Don't call me cute…!"
Even as she snapped harshly, she couldn't hide her twitching lips—so cute.
She had to be moderately cute.
Too cute, and he wanted to tease her more.
Zeke gripped his cock and rubbed it against her pussy.
Slippery juices coated the shaft.
"Putting it in for real now?"
Freya nodded stiffly.
He aligned his cock with her spread-open hole, preparing to insert.
Would it fit in this hole?
Plenty of foreplay to loosen her up, but still worried.
It would fit, though.
Babies came out of women's pussies, after all.
Cocks were smaller than babies.
Of course, Zeke's wasn't average-sized.
"W-wait…!"
Just before pushing in the glans, Freya covered her hole with her hand.
"Why?"
"Wait just a second."
Freya placed her hand on her lower abdomen.
She drew up her mana.
A magic circle floated above her lower belly.
Layered magic circles stacked atop one another. Twelve small circles formed one massive array.
⟨ 20th-Circle Great Magic: Complete Regeneration ⟩
A spell that completely regenerated the body at the cost of permanent mana loss.
It could regrow severed arms or even a cut-off head.
If etched as a brand beforehand, it could revive her from death.
The mana loss varied by the extent of regeneration, and the grimoire stated it could only be used twice.
"Why suddenly……?"
Zeke tilted his head, unable to understand why she'd cast Complete Regeneration here.
"I… regenerated my hymen."
Zeke's eyes went wide.
Using a spell limited to two lifetime casts just for a hymen.
An incomprehensible choice for a mage.
Wasteful in every way.
"I read in a book that men want a woman's first time…."
Freya spread her pussy again, showing it off.
A thin membrane had formed inside.
"I already gave my first to Zeke… but we were both drunk then… This time, sober, I want to give you my first again. So we can remember this moment together."
Such profound meaning!
Sorry. This foolish disciple failed to grasp his teacher's deep intent.
Moved, pre-cum leaked out.
"Teacher!"
Zeke pulled Freya into a tight embrace.
"W-wait…! Teacher…!? Right now…!"
What did it matter.
Convenient excuses were still just excuses.
The facts didn't change.
They were teacher and disciple.
Crossing the forbidden line, doing something immoral and unethical.
That single word—"Teacher"—jolted Freya back to reality.
But.
She decided to accept it.
Accept everything.
They'd already crossed the line, so might as well dance freely beyond it.
Others might look down on their relationship and point fingers, but so what.
Love couldn't be stopped by anything.
Love was a transcendent emotion.
"Actually, I've liked you for so long, Teac—!"
As they faced each other and Zeke prepared to confess his own honesty, his consciousness faded, and he slumped over.
"Zeke?"
Freya shook the collapsed Zeke.
He'd passed out completely.
"……Huh?"
The moment she'd finally resolved to accept everything, he'd gone limp and cold.