Teacher and Disciple, Parent and Child Chapter 26: Sweet, Salty, and Chewy
If someone asked Han Do-yoon why he licked someone else's genitals when it was such a dirty act, he would've answered, "Because it turns me on and they like it." But now, if asked the same question, he'd say this: "Sweet, salty, and chewy."
He'd slathered his teacher's pussy with whipped cream. The fluffy cream enveloped his tongue, and with every swallow came a mix of smoothness, sweetness, and saltiness. When the texture got too bland, he'd lightly bite into the chewy flesh. All his previous acts had been like raw shellfish; this was like savoring a chef's masterpiece… And so, Han Do-yoon greedily, vulgarly lapped at his teacher's endlessly dripping clam, scraping every last bit of sauce from the plate. The chef watching would be thrilled enough to burst.
In this case… Evelyn did just that.
"S-stop… Hic, n-not inside… Hnngh, h-heek! Hiiik! Kkheuk♡"
He grabbed her fleeing hips and ravaged her core with a furious slurrrp-slurrrp-slurrrp. She'd already climaxed multiple times from the sudden mana thirst, and now the waves of pleasure crashing over her felt like they might kill her. She'd squirted so much it was mortifyingly embarrassing.
Slurp, chewy… Smooch, suuuuck.
Nothing in the world stayed sweet forever. The cream smeared thick inside her pussy melted from her body heat, mixing with her juices until it was gone in no time. Han Do-yoon stripped off his clothes, soaked with fluids he couldn't tell were his saliva or his teacher's nectar… The badge from the Heavenly Tower was already filthy after less than a day, but he decided not to care.
"Heeeek♡ N-no more slurping now…♡"
He'd never seen anyone actually die from saying they were dying. Stripping meant he planned to thrust hard, but there was no good spot for that in the workshop. He carried her to the nearest bedroom, and she naturally clung to him, wrapping around his body like sticky, jiggly dough. Her juices trickled down her thighs, wetting his cock.
"H-huh?"
He laid her on the soft bed and kissed her. His dazed teacher came to her senses and covered her mouth with both hands.
"N-nooo… You and I…♡"
"Teacher and disciple, right? So we shouldn't do this?"
"I've… never said that…"
"Then it's fine?"
Evelyn didn't answer. Han Do-yoon gripped both her hands with his and roughly claimed her lips. When her tongue tangled with his like a last bastion of pride, he aimed his member between her legs, rubbing it against her erect clit. Her body went rigid.
"Haah… Smooch… Nn, hnnngh♡"
Even if the mana thirst was resolved, it was just putting out the immediate fire. As the familiar intruder approached, her labia twitched, sucking at his glans. Feeling that pull at his urethral tip, Han Do-yoon thrust in roughly.
"…Hnnngh! Hnng, h-heuk… Hnph♡"
His teacher's pussy instinctively clenched around him. Han Do-yoon didn't even move his hips, but her lower body—despite her protests—writhed first, grinding their crotches together. Juices overflowed from the clam that had swallowed him balls-deep. Whether from self-loathing or twisted taboo guilt, tears streamed from Evelyn's eyes.
Only then did Han Do-yoon realize he'd committed a grave sin. In the Tower World, teacher and disciple were like parent and child… In a world without blood ties, they were the only link akin to family.
Did I break a taboo?
…Incomprehensibly, his cock—betraying his disciple ravaging his teacher—grew even hotter and harder.
"Hnnph, hng, nnngh, haah, haang, haaangh… Why's it getting… bigger♡"
In Han Do-yoon's memories, Evelyn was a solitary alchemist who acknowledged no one. A woman who craved recognition from others but never advertised her own works. Praise never passed her lips, nor did she ever share her inner thoughts. So… he'd worked hard for her approval, only for her to challenge the Tower and vanish without a word.
…It wasn't the validation he'd imagined, but seeing her panting beneath him now brought satisfaction all the same. The thrill of turning his teacher into a woman.
As pleasure built in his loins and his mind frayed, Han Do-yoon lost reason and blurted something he shouldn't.
"Teacher… Hnngh, why'd you leave?"
Her belly full, womb pounding with pressure, lost to pleasure—in that moment, Evelyn heard him clearly.
This child… after all.
Oddly enough, her pussy gripped tighter, gushing more.
"Haang… Am, amazing… Hnngh, th-the inside… squeezing… That, you, like that I♡"
"Teacher wants… mine too, right?"
"Feels too much… Hnngh… Can't hold… Haaangh♡"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
As his climax built, Evelyn's legs locked around his waist, trapping him. Han Do-yoon hugged her fiercely, pressing their crotches even closer. Gurgle! Spurt! Spurt! Hot semen flooded her, and her chewy labia milked his glans with a squeeeze-squeeeze, sucking out every last drop from his urethra.
"Hnnnngh♡ Y-you… Yooooou! Mmph! Slurrrp… Smooch, haang… Still cumming♡"
Deep inside, he shook her quivering hips side to side. Squelch, squelch—their mixed fluids foamed up. Han Do-yoon filled her mouth with his saliva before pulling back… He buried his face in the cleavage stained with dripped coffee from her chin. As he savored the scent and softness, gentle hands began stroking his hair.
Stroke, stroke.
In their wordless communion, Han Do-yoon surrendered first to that warmth. As the disciple in her arms drifted off with soft snores, Evelyn unconsciously held him tighter, adjusting so he could rest comfortably.
"…Not even that young anymore."
He clung to her breasts like he wouldn't let go. She felt fondness in that sight. If I had a child, would it feel like this?
"Where'd you go…?"
"Right here."
"Teacher… I… became a constellation…"
Evelyn Howard had a vague sense of the secret Han Do-yoon was hiding. Regression via "Temporary Return."
…A reversal of thinking. Most people used it to go back home. No one would abandon the addictive bliss of "returning" to their homeland for the hellish past. Returning to the Tower's past would just prolong the suffering. And when the permitted time ended… an unchanged future awaited.
Because it was "Temporary Return."
Because reality didn't change.
Because even regression had finite time.
So Evelyn found her disciple foolish yet endearing for squandering such a precious, rare experience like this.
Did you want my approval that badly? Or… did you just want me as a woman…
On one hand, she understood him. Her own "Last Wish" had been reuniting with her teacher.
@ Meanwhile, as Han Do-yoon and Evelyn broke their scorching taboo…
Something watched.
"How can the Great One sully himself with that bitch's filthy hole…!"
Estelle Argent, Lord of the Heavenly Tower, had let Han Do-yoon go but quietly attached a surveillance familiar. Her intent was pure benevolence.
"No doubt about it—that person is the Great One. He descended to the Tower World in secret, temporarily losing his memories and power!
He's but a faint star now, but his end shall be as grand as a constellation.
Believing so, she saw her role as helping him regain his true strength and teaching him how to live here. The familiar served that purpose.
But she never imagined it would lead to this.
"Impossible… The Great One… devouring a woman's hole like that…!"
Blood dripped from her clenched fist as fury boiled over. Estelle wanted to storm the workshop and tear them apart right then.
…Especially since, if known, it would socially destroy them. In the Tower World, teacher and disciple were parent and child. Like how a child inherits everything from their parent. In a world without blood relations, they were equated to family.
"…I've heard of people secretly having such relationships, but…"
Estelle had never seen a man as desirable. As an alchemist, no man had ever stimulated her hormones or reason. So she had no resistance to such lewd oral acts.
"Beast…! No, not the Great One…!"
He simply didn't know yet, succumbing to Evelyn Howard's beastly mating seduction.
Once he awakened as a "Star," such acts would never happen. He was a superior higher being; Tower residents were inferior.
"That thing…"
Finally, their act reached climax.
The "Star" plunged his red tentacles into Evelyn's womb… Her pussy contracted and relaxed repeatedly, welcoming the tentacles and clinging like a bitch in heat as they withdrew. Each time, white fluids squirted, weaving sticky webs between their thighs.
"That… goes in?"
Estelle fixed on the thrusting tentacles, measuring their length with her knuckles… Two palm-lengths. Imagining it against her belly, her breath caught.
"If all that goes in, the organs… No, women's bodies are made for this, they say."
The more she watched the absurd taboo, the hotter her own body grew. A first-time sensation—her belly itching, labia twitching, something building and leaking from her core.
"Huh?"
Unthinkingly, her hand slipped under her skirt… Squelch, juices already flowing inside. Stimulating her pussy was new; then she touched her clit.
"Hnnngh!"
For the first time, she realized the joy of being a woman. Now understanding why Evelyn lost herself, Estelle dove into self-pleasure. Her gaze locked on the familiar's shared senses, ears tuned to his balls slapping her crotch.
Slap! Thwack! Slurp!
Eyes closed, she imagined it inside her.
"Nngh… Hnng… H-heuk…!"
Startled by her own bitch-like moans. Opening her eyes, she saw the "Star's" essence gushing gurgle-gurgle, spurt-spurt into Evelyn's womb. Thrusting side to side like it meant to impregnate her for sure. Evelyn, drenched in satisfaction, wore a blissful smile.
In contrast, Estelle comforted herself alone, unloved. The difference in their fates made her melancholic.
"I want… his favor too."
Shed never cared for man-woman relations. But if the man was… Han Do-yoon, it was different.
Estelle bit her lip hard, watching the happy couple embrace in sleep as if to flaunt their bliss. It was a first.
Feeling jealousy and envy over a man.