Strata Magic School (3-10)
It started off smoothly enough.
Luna, fresh out of the shower, taught me table manners in a seductive pose right in front of me, and her words sank right into my ears.
But after a glass or two of wine, my vision started to blur, and I began mixing up the order of the table manners she was explaining.
Truth be told, I didn't really need to know table manners myself.
Armonia would hear and remember it all for me.
Still, the reason I focused so intently on Luna's words was that the situation itself was pure enjoyment for me.
If she'd scolded me harshly, that might have been one thing, but whenever I slipped up, she just smiled softly with a playful lilt in her voice.
(From now on, every mistake means punishment.)
(Punishment?)
(Hehe... look forward to it.)
She must have been stewing over what happened in the carriage earlier.
And so, when I messed up again...
Luna rose in that seductive pose, her face flushing with shyness, and said to me,
"Come on... take off your pants."
"...What?"
"..."
Even she seemed embarrassed after saying it, mumbling under her breath as her cheeks turned red.
"Punishment... Hurry... take them off."
"Well... if I messed up, no choice, I guess..."
I decided to play along with her rhythm.
As I obediently slid off my pants, Luna stole a quick glance at my lower half before slowly settling back into her seat.
"Then, let's start over."
And... when I slipped up again...
"Take it off."
"Where?"
"Th-that... wh-wherever you want."
I peeled off my shirt for now and set it aside nice and slow.
And... messed up once more...
"T-take it off."
She couldn't quite bring herself to say underwear out loud.
I gave a wry smile and slipped off my underwear.
And...
"You messed up again... So, punishment..."
"I'm already naked..."
I wasn't exactly the emperor with no clothes—there was nothing left to strip.
Her simple sentence for me was straightforward.
"Now, spread your legs."
"..."
"Hurry up."
Luna slipped between my spread thighs and started stroking my limp cock with her hand.
The instant her touch grazed it—after hanging slack just moments before—it began to swell.
Gazing at my thickening shaft, Luna looked up at me with a satisfied smile.
"That's not the attitude of someone taking their punishment? Mwah..."
Luna pressed her wine-scented lips to the glans in a kiss.
No one seeing this would think she was the one dishing out punishment.
If anything, I was the one looming over her from the chair, like the punisher, while Luna sucking my cock looked very much like the one being punished.
Those lips, always so elegantly pursed, now slurped obscenely at my shaft, staining it with wine-laced saliva.
Right now, in my drunken haze, Luna's mouth wasn't punishment at all—it was a goddamn reward.
"Ngh... Luna... you're the best."
As I savored the feel of her lips on my cock, Luna glanced up and started scolding me.
"This is punishment. If you cum without my permission..."
Luna suddenly cupped my balls in one hand and murmured,
"You won't get to fuck me again until we're back in Strata."
"W-wait! Suddenly!?"
No sex with Luna for the rest of our time in this world?
Then what was the point of even coming here?
[Armonia: Even after receiving help from the dean, there's plenty of reason...]
'Quiet!'
[Armonia: ...]
Daring to mess with my head by bringing up the dean... classic Armonia.
Luna, clearly delighted by my reaction, hummed a little tune as she squeezed my balls harder.
"Don't worry. I'm not just trying to torment you for no reason."
"Ngh... Don't tell me you're still pissy about the carriage? Hah!"
"I'm not pissy! I forgot all about it. I'm not some narrow-minded girl."
Yeah, right.
She was absolutely using the carriage thing as an excuse to get payback.
Luna narrowed the eyelids over her big, expressive eyes and peered up at me.
"I was gonna let you see it, but... no."
Whoosh!
Luna traced a small magic circle in the air, snuffing out every light from the chandelier brightening the room.
The well-lit space plunged into darkness in an instant, the only illumination now the moonlight filtering through the window.
"Until that moon vanishes."
"The moon?"
The moon in my line of sight hung high at the top of the window frame.
"Endure until it's gone from view."
"Hang on... that's way too stacked against me all of a sudden—ngh!"
"Slurrrp! This is... slurp... punishment."
In the center of the darkened room, Luna bowed her head and started sucking my cock.
I still remember it clear as day.
The first time Luna gave me a blowjob...
The girl who'd cleaned my cock with her mouth after I deflowered her—ripping through her virginity, blood staining the shaft.
Back then, her technique was so raw, the shortcomings glaringly obvious.
But her disposition...
[Thirst for Growth]
...influenced her sexual talents too.
And I could feel it now, in her blowjob today.
"Slurrrp... sluuuurp! Hah, slurp, slurp."
This wasn't just sucking a dick.
She was teaching me what real fellatio felt like.
"W-wait! Ngh! S-slow it down a little!"
"Hmph! Sluuurp!"
"Haah!"
Seeing me squirm in desperation only seemed to excite Luna more—she cranked up the intensity.
This setup wasn't just unfair; it was downright unreasonable.
If I'd known from the start it was a blowjob endurance test, I could've held out no problem.
But getting me revved up first, then slamming on the brakes? Pure torture.
Luna engulfed my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the glans.
Every so often, she'd tease my balls with her soft palm, shredding my focus to bits.
The moon that normally raced across the sky felt frozen in place, refusing to leave the window.
But I endured.
I couldn't—no, wouldn't—give up sex with Luna.
If I could outlast her mouth, a magic circle was nothing.
[Armonia: The magic circle is important, but...]
'Please be quiet!'
[Armonia: How about blowing off some steam now and practicing some self-restraint for a while...?]
'Enough!!'
That Armonia... she was definitely settling old scores.
Luna's expert mouth and Armonia's temptations wove a hypnosis, forcing the urge to cum surging through me.
"W-wait! Nngh!"
"Slurp!"
My mind screamed to hold back, sending every signal to my body—but it wouldn't listen to reason anymore.
My cock jerked with every movement of her lips, howling for release.
Still, I held on.
Sex with Luna... that thought alone breathed irrational willpower into my shaft.
'Hold! Hold! Hold!'
That was the moment.
Pinch, pinch.
"Haaah!"
Eyes squeezed shut, zeroed in on enduring the building pleasure in my gut—a sharp sensation stabbed my chest, snapping my focus.
Luna...
Pinch, pinch...
She'd started toying with my nipples using her fingers.
Total defeat. I'd been so fixated on my cock.
Spuuurt!!
"Nnggggh!"
"Mmmph!"
All the backed-up semen I'd endured poured into Luna's mouth like a filthy purge.
Not paradise in her womb, but her mouth—still, those boys were marching in bliss.
Spuurt! Spuuuurt!
Luna struggled to gulp down the sudden flood filling her mouth, but her petite lips hit their limit.
"Pwah!"
Gagging with semen sloshing inside, she pulled off my cock—and caught the rest spraying across her face.
Spuuurt!
"Hmph! W-wait!"
Even as cum splattered her face, Luna didn't flinch away.
The torrent blasted from her silver hair down, slapping her features.
With the floodgates shattered, my restraint crumbled; staring at Luna's semen-drenched face, I unleashed the final ropes.
Spuuurt!
"Nnggggh!"
"Hah!"
The last spurt smacked her face as my cock finally wilted.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Hmph..."
I slumped against the chairback, panting raggedly; Luna just breathed quietly between my thighs.
Silence stretched on until the moon, framed like a painting in the window, finally vanished—leaving the room steeped in still darkness.
Finally calming, I looked down at her face.
"Whew... your face okay?"
"Hehe..."
"...?"
Luna scooped a glob of semen from her cheek with a finger, slipped it between her lips, and savored it.
Then, glancing out the window, she smiled.
"The moon... disappeared?"
..
..
I wandered the inn grounds as dawn light seeped in, kneading my temples.
'Agh... my head.'
Should've been deep in sleep by now, but the hangover yanked me awake early—so I stepped out for a walk to shake it off.
Big mistake.
'Haa...'
In Strata, it'd be a delightful stroll; here, it was amateur hour.
A merchant oozing class sidled up with a chatty greeting.
"Good day to you."
"..."
Annoying.
From the first village to this second one, the hassle never changed.
Merchants couldn't touch the dean or Sonya, so they hounded the easy marks: the coachman and me.
Their pitch was always the same.
A chat with the dean.
Irritation twisted my face as I shook my head flat-out.
"I got no pull to set up a meet with the dean. Don't bother me."
I turned to bolt—
"Hahaha! Looks like there's some misunderstanding here."
"...Misunderstanding?"
The merchants I'd dealt with before babbled like idiots, vomiting whatever they wanted; this one felt... different.
After a streak of morons, even a halfwit looked intriguing.
Wonder what dumb spiel he'd spin...?
"Misunderstanding how?"
"The reason I tracked down the student has nothing to do with the dean. The one who interests me is..."
"...?"
The merchant flashed a friendly, genuine smile.
"You. Strata's top student... Seong Su-ho."