The Teacher's Grace (2) - Minor
The Teacher's Grace (2) - Minor
"Ohh... Is that so... You're hungry...?"
My teacher's eyes wavered at my brazen demand. The skin above her bare nape flushed pink as well.
I could feel her thoughts tangling up, clear as day.
She's rigid about certain things, my teacher.
For someone who values the master-disciple bond so deeply, this situation must have been far more embarrassing than I could imagine.
But it's only a little hesitation. If I wait quietly, she'll crumble on her own.
"Hurry, please. I want it..."
"Ah..."
I didn't want to wait even that little bit.
I shook my face, buried in her chest, side to side, and kneaded the breast I'd been fidgeting with more firmly, pressing and squeezing.
Nestling into her and fussing without restraint. Even I could tell it was selfish, childish behavior.
"Ah, alright, hik! A-alright! I said alright, so..."
The effect was immediate.
Startled, my teacher cut off her worrying with a jolt and hastily rummaged through her subspace pocket to appease me.
A richer scent of milk wafted over me.
While I let my eyes gleam from within the soft flesh cradling my face, a pliable nub soon brushed against my lips.
It was a bottle full of milk. Saliva pooled in my mouth on reflex. I gulped down the spit gathering under my tongue and latched onto the nub.
"Nom... Sluuurp..."
A sweet, savory taste—the flavor of flesh—coated my tongue.
"Mm mmph."
"...Mm-hm, is it good...?"
[Yes]
I answered through the necklace since my mouth was busy suckling the bottle. My teacher, who had just put the bottle to my lips, wore a peculiar expression.
"Mmphoo."
[Nom-nom]
"Mm, khm! I'm glad it's good, but..."
At the comment my necklace spat out, my teacher's complexion colored with embarrassment. After a moment, she studied my face, tucked her hair behind her ear, and slowly lowered her head.
"Mmph... Mwah."
Lips full of affection came and went in a brief kiss.
Pulling away, my teacher let out a long sigh. Her hazy eyes met my gaze.
The body heat reaching me grew warmer, and the scent of her skin, slowly intensifying, grew thicker.
"Sip, gulp... gulp..."
When I sucked hard and drew deep, the milk gushed out like a tapped spring.
My cheeks ballooned out for a moment, and I hurriedly forced the mouthful down my throat.
A faint aftertaste lingered in my empty mouth, but milk welled up again so fast I had no chance to savor it.
Every time my throat bobbed, the hand resting on my head flinched and trembled, then quickly steadied and returned, gently stroking my hair.
"Baby... Is it that good?"
My teacher gazed down at me, cradled in her arms.
Inside her eyes, where complex emotions were swirling, I caught a flash of warmth that made my heart thump.
"There... my baby... Eat lots, and grow big and strong..."
Putting on a smile, my teacher tenderly wrapped my head in her embrace.
"Gulp... sip, gulp..."
"That's it... You're eating well... Oh my, you're already done..."
Once I emptied one bottle, she even took out a fresh one she'd prepared and personally pressed it to my lips.
Thanks to that, I had to keep swallowing without a break, the milk welling up again before I could even catch my breath.
"Sip, sip, sip..."
How long did I suckle like that?
At some point, the stream of liquid stopped. I clung to it for a while, reluctant, but only a few drops came out.
"Pfoo..."
"Oh, dear. Did you eat your fill?"
When I finally spat out the thing I'd been nursing, my teacher adjusted her hold on me.
Seeing my stomach now round and plump, she smiled softly and began patting my back in a gentle rhythm.
- Pat, pat
"There, there..."
[Comfort]
[Snugness]
The vibrations reaching me through my back, and the pulse beating from within the chest I was buried against.
The tremors—not painful, not weak, just exactly right—echoed in time with my own heartbeat.
"Urp, burp..."
While I was basking in the drowsiness, a milk-scented burp leaked from my slightly open mouth.
"...My mistake."
"Heh, you really did eat well, didn't you? Yes, yes, good baby..."
A chuckle came with it, and the hand patting my back kept going.
[Happiness]
[Happiness]
[Happiness...]
Being held like that, coddled like a baby, I felt the temptation to give in to the affection and drowsiness and simply fall asleep.
But I couldn't let it end by drifting off here.
I twisted out of her embrace, then gently guided my teacher down onto the bed.
Shaking my head, I looked down at her, her eyes opened wide and round.
"It's not over yet."
"...Heh, is that so. You still have some acting spoiled left in you?"
For a moment, out of habit, she moved to tuck me in. But she laughed at my willfulness and opened her arms.
I had to restrain my body, which almost leapt into that embrace on instinct, and instead grabbed my teacher's waist with both hands.
"Hm?"
Then, with a quick turn, I turned my teacher halfway around.
Her face, her eyes, her lips, her chest, her stomach—all vanished from my sight.
In their place, I sensed her back, much as it had been when I first entered the room.
The nape of her neck, glimpsed through her hair. A slender waist connected to a pure white back.
And then, her hips—looking even more massive than her chest—filled my perception.
"Uh, uh?"
My teacher blinked vacantly. A stark contrast to her usual teaching that I should always grasp a situation quickly.
"B-baby? This is..."
"This time, I want to see your bottom."
"I-is that so...? I... see... Mm..."
The composed look on my teacher's face turned crimson again.
Had she never expected a request like this?
Flustered, she tried to move her hands back to cover her rear, but it was far too big to hide that way.
"Wow... Your bottom is really huge, Teacher..."
"Nngh..."
An enormous backside.
The sight brought back a memory from the past.
That time after I killed the Twin-headed Poison Dragon and returned to Siyoram as a young child.
The memory of my teacher spanking me as "discipline."
'......'
I held no ill feelings.
Honestly, if I had to say, I liked it. Even I think it's a perverted thought, but I liked receiving my teacher's concern and attention.
Still, a little mischief lingered.
My teacher told me not to let things fester inside, but to release them freely.
There wasn't much reason to hesitate.
- Smack!
"...H-hik!"
A crisp impact rang through my palm.
My teacher's head shot up in shock, and even through her pajamas, a reddish heat was rising on her struck bottom.
"Baby...?! Wh-what do you think you're..."
"...Revenge?"
"Revenge? What are you...? No, don't tell me... back then..."
Her bottom quivering, my teacher's eyes went wide, and she tried to turn her head with a stiff, awkward motion.
- Thwack
"Hngh...!?"
I brought my hand down before she could.
- Thwack, thwack...
The repeatedly struck rear jiggled in place.
- Thwack
"Hnn...!"
[Question]
For playful gestures, my teacher's reactions weren't bad at all.
"Teacher, is it okay if I keep going like this?"
"...One moment you're spanking your teacher's behind, and now you're so good at asking permission..."
My teacher's grumble came with a sidelong glance. But her tone and her gaze weren't sharp—they were soft.
"Do as you please... go ahead."
Personally, what I want is to be held tight in her arms.
But that's not something I need to say right now.
I nodded meekly and crept forward on my knees.
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Lee Ha-yul → Atra Clyde
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｢Affection｣ ｢Teacher｣ ｢Expectation｣ ｢Stability｣ ｢Affection Craving｣ ｢Anxiety｣
▼Drastic Change▼
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｢Love｣ ｢Affection｣ ｢Teacher｣ ｢Dairy Cow｣ ｢Expectation｣ ｢Stability｣ ｢Affection Craving｣ ｢Rear Entrance?｣