Master's Burden for Disciple's Sins – Episode 027

The moment my eyes opened, the first thing I saw was my teacher's face, sleeping soundly.

Ah.

I reflexively recalled last night. There was no shortage of embarrassing moments. Spilling my innermost thoughts without realizing it, clinging to her like a child seeking a mother's affection...

I pondered how long it had been since I'd fallen asleep first, then gently straightened Evelyn's disheveled hair.

"Mm... ♡"

She seemed to like the tender touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. When I moved my palm to stroke her soft cheek, she nuzzled into it like a cat even in her sleep.

Deliberately avoiding what my teacher craved, I trailed my fingertips to her lips. Plump and moist, they parted as I slipped my index finger inside, her tongue greeting it and suckling like a baby...

Is she really asleep?

Harboring that suspicion, I next teased her exposed pink nipple.

"Hnnng... ♡"

Tap, tap—it bounced back like rubber. Restraining the urge to bite down roughly and leave my teeth marks on her pale breast, I swept my palm over her lower abdomen. Swollen breasts, a sunken belly, Venus's mound rising again, parting the golden bush as I descended. Her labia majora clenched tight like a child's lips. I held back the savage desire to bury my face there—until suddenly, one of Evelyn's legs wrapped around my body.

Ugh.

The inner flesh of her thigh grazed that place. Slick with moisture, skin that could drive any man into heat just by touch. My half-dead cock surged back to life, hardening rigidly...

Han Do-yoon looked at his teacher.

She's still asleep, right?

Cautiously, he aimed between her spread legs...

Her labia parted left and right for the intruder, her inner lips kissing the tip of his urethra with wet smacks, expressing their delight at the unexpected guest.

Oh fuck.

Unlike usual, she wasn't that wet—thrusting into dryness would hurt her. Knowing that, he still couldn't hold back his excitement at the tightness and plunged deep.

"Haaah...!"

Sorry.

He knew violating an unconscious woman was a crime, utterly vile. But Han Do-yoon couldn't stop. When the woman who lulled him to sleep first let her guard down... he wanted to betray her, defile and ravage her.

His last shred of conscience whispered, As long as I don't wake her and just cum quietly, it'll be fine? reining in his fierce movements.

Don't wake her.

Uncharacteristically tepid thrusts, careful hip rolls to keep Evelyn asleep. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Her pussy, dissatisfied with the frustrating stimulation, vulgarly squelched and suctioned in contrast to his rigid shaft. It didn't take long for the dryness to turn slick.

Han Do-yoon moved gingerly, praying his soundly sleeping teacher wouldn't wake—but her body responded oppositely. He was the one thrusting, yet he was the one panting.

"Urk!"

"Hnnngh... ♡? Wh-what...? Wait... y-you... eek! Ah♡"

Climax was building. His finally awakened teacher, the irreversible sin committed. Fuck it all—he slammed to the hilt and unleashed.

"Hahk... ♡ Wh-what is this... ngh!"

"Y-you're insane...? St-stop! Stop cumming!"

-Thrust! Thrust!

Grabbing her pelvis like always, he milked every last drop from his urethra into her. Perhaps sensing a light orgasm, Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered.

"Nngh♡ Yoooouuu!"

"Sorry."

The rigid offender, aware of its guilt, shrank quietly with bated breath. As he pulled out with a pop, thick white fluid gushed forth.

Evelyn caught her disciple's seed spilling from her womb in her hand, her voice sharp.

"... Isn't raping a sleeping person and creaming inside going too far?"

Speechless, Han Do-yoon decided to play the shameless card.

"Teacher... you made me horny..."

"What?"

"How could I help it when you feel so good! Look at this! No lies here!"

He snatched Evelyn's hand and gripped his balls. Startled by the first-time squishy sensation, she jolted—his cock stiffened instantly.

"L-let go! What are you making me do with teacher's hand?!"

"Isn't it the master's duty to take responsibility for her disciple's immorality?"

"E-even so...!"

Her words said one thing, but seeing her disciple's cock aroused her too.

"... This isn't the first time I've taken responsibility. Keep this up and it'll be a problem."

Brushing her hair behind her ear, she took his cock in her mouth.

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The pair, awake since early dawn, shared a light tryst before preparing breakfast.

Han Do-yoon washed after Evelyn; the robe he'd left outside the bathroom was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone, replaced by new clothes.

This is...

Not unfamiliar. A black robe embroidered with gold thread in constellation patterns. It could zip up like a long coat. Moderately thick fabric for all-season wear. A gift from Evelyn when he became her disciple—and true to form, here it was again.

Wearing this again.

The robe's performance was decent. Infinite scalability—infuse materials as needed for resistances. Han Do-yoon had used it up to floor 85. Then lost it in a drugged haze, probably.

"How's it look? Suits you well?"

Evelyn, brewing coffee and prepping breakfast, nodded at Han Do-yoon in the new robe.

"Not bad. You look like a proper alchemist now."

First time hearing praise for his outfit from Evelyn... Before, she'd said nothing. Guess he hadn't looked the part then. Pride and satisfaction prickled his skin. Not an exaggeration to say he'd strived for words like that. Though he'd regressed to hear them as self-consolation.

"... What's for breakfast?"

"No heavy cream, so pound cake."

They ate. Bread and coffee with a tangy bite. Facing each other, but silent. The disciple read theory books or recipe tomes his teacher had organized; the teacher checked her personal research notes for oversights.

For a while, only knife slicing bread, coffee sips, and page turns ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠filled the space between them.

Dull and quiet meal? Han Do-yoon loved it. He'd missed this time. Back when he savored it, no drugs, inner peace.

"... Come ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to think of it."

Evelyn set down her notes, breaking the pleasant silence.

"Heard you became a Stellar Alchemist."

"Thanks to you, teacher."

Evelyn swallowed Did I teach you that much? and continued.

"... A Stellar Alchemist should be plenty qualified to assist my research."

"Me, helping your research?"

"I see you as qualified."

First time assisting Evelyn's research. Most alchemists prepped to pass everything to disciples before tackling the next trial floor. She hadn't. Only Last Wish remained. Han Do-yoon didn't know her research.

"... I'll do it. What are you researching?"

"Extracting information via residual mana... something like that."

Han Do-yoon echoed what Evelyn always said to him.

"What, where, how?"

"Tower trials, through mana, extract info."

A few keywords, and he grasped her direction. No originality, but plagiarizing and recreating was his forte.

"Each tower floor is an independent space for individuals or parties. If not regenerated fresh each time... traces of prior challengers linger in the mana... extract memories from there?"

"Right. Quick on the uptake."

Evelyn eyed his expression closely. If her disciple came from the future as suspected, he'd know this research's fate.

... Seems he knows nothing.

Disappointing, yet a relief. Using the future was cheating. A finished product wouldn't be hers.

"Is the residual mana concept verified? Confirmed the trial spaces aren't remade fresh?"

"Up to there, yes. Next is extracting the needed info from residual mana."

Left was grindwork. Trial-and-error: which materials in which circles stimulate residual mana. Endless tests.

"Where do I start helping?"

"... Not jumping in right away. You have your own plans, right? I'll compile notes gradually. Study constellations first."

I got ahead of myself.

Calming his excitement, regaining composure. Current "Han Do-yoon" was an inexperienced alchemist.

"Constellations... Oh, yesterday the Heavenly Tower Lord let me use the Oracle Telescope."

"... Really took a liking to it, huh."

"She said to come stargaze anytime."

"That woman said that? Be careful. An alchemist falling for the stars isn't good."

"Why?"

"Dunno your world's stars, but here, stars are outer world gods. Outer deities, basically. No clue why, but they crave invading this world."

"Dangerous?"

"No confirmed encounters. But plenty of alchemists and astronomers who gazed too long, heard star whispers, lost their minds... Oh, any issues with the Oracle?"

He recalled the Oracle mistaking him for Evelyn, unlocking.

"Thought I was you."

"My entire mana circle flowed into you, so mistaking you for me makes sense... If you use the Oracle again, remember: don't try seeing stars clearly. The more you focus, the louder the whispers."

He understood her worry. But it was unfounded... Han Do-yoon wouldn't succumb to "star whispers" no matter how long he gazed. Because...

-Knock knock.

Someone interrupted their morning. Despite the "No Guests" sign, the knock rang.

He rose instead of his teacher to greet the intruder, opening the door.

"Ah... There you are, Han Do-yoon."

"... Heavenly Tower Lord? What brings you here."

Estelle Argent. Dressed up unlike yesterday—subtle makeup, perfume, earrings, revealing robe... An unfamiliar allure. Outfit to seduce someone.

Her natural beauty drew his eyes unwittingly to her nape and cleavage. He tore away, but too late—she'd noticed, blushing as she spoke.

"Something prepared urgently for you, Han Do-yoon."

Even so, the Tower Lord coming personally was odd.