The Teacher's Grace (3)
The Teacher's Grace (3)
- Ung, oh, oooh...!
'...?!'
Startled by the unexpected sound, Daera jumped away from the door.
'Wh-what... what kind of sound is this?'
Bestial noises coming from her master's room?
Unable to hide her bewilderment, she hastily cupped her ears.
Of course, other races lived in this mansion too. Fairies, spirits, even a unicorn roamed the grounds as if it were some mythical garden.
But even so, it made no sense.
Could a unicorn—that young foal—really make such sounds? Why would someone bring a unicorn into a room at this late hour in the first place...
- Oh, guh, unggh, oooh...!
'......?'
She thought that only briefly. Though she pressed her hands over her ears, her amplified hearing collected the sounds inside the room with perfect clarity.
As she continued to listen to the bizarre, grotesque cries echoing in her ears, Daera realized something familiar about them.
More precisely, the source of the voice...
'...Master?'
Her master, Atra.
The moment the name surfaced, Daera's eyes flew wide open. Simultaneously, as if a filter had been lifted, the voice rang out clearly.
- Uunght...! Hnggh!?
It was Atra's voice. Brimming with pleasure, it seeped through the gap in the door.
She had no idea why she hadn't recognized it until now. A heavy vibration, as if pounding rice cakes, traveled up through the soles of her feet.
'...Uh...'
Daera had survived the Reverse Side and gone feral, but she still remembered the basics she'd learned as part of the general curriculum at the academy.
Major historical events, classifying dungeons and monsters, mana and unique abilities, how to open a bank account, how to read contracts.
How to make a baby. The strange moans and the wet sound of flesh colliding with flesh she was hearing right now...
'Haah...'
A thunderclap went off in Daera's head as she arrived at the answer.
The air in her throat seized shut. That wasn't enough—she clamped her mouth shut as it gaped open from sheer shock.
'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...!'
She had long known that Atra and Lee Ha-yul were in that kind of relationship. Neither of them bothered to hide it, and neither denied it, so it was obvious.
But she hadn't expected them to already be sharing a bed.
'No, they might have done it long ago...'
Consider Atra's sudden behavior earlier today.
The image of her master roughly grabbing the chin of the pouting Lee Ha-yul and half-coercively stealing a kiss from her disciple...
That shocking, forceful behavior from Atra—whom she had never ceased to revere—might have come from familiarity.
'Then calling her junior disciple was also...?'
After apologizing to Daera, Lee Ha-yul had been summoned by Atra to her room. The reason for that summons was undoubtedly what was happening behind that door.
Having connected all the dots, Daera's eyes darted back and forth.
She had heard something she absolutely should not have heard.
Daera, who prided herself on being a sensible person, knew perfectly well that you do not eavesdrop on the affairs of men and women.
Time to leave...
- Uughht... ung, ungh...
"......"
That was the sensible conclusion Daera reached, but her legs refused to move, glued to the provocative sounds pouring into her ears.
Atra's familiar voice. Even in the memories blurred by her isolation in the Reverse Side, her master's voice was the one thing she had clung to, vowing never to forget it.
And now that voice was utterly foreign.
No—at first she hadn't even recognized it.
She had mistaken it for the cry of a beast.
'...What on earth is making her sound like that?'
She still couldn't shake her doubts.
Is that really Atra? Am I mistaken? If it really is Atra, what exactly are they doing that makes her produce those noises?
Even as common sense screamed at her to leave, a primal curiosity surged up.
That emotion prodded her innate talent, which was already raging fiercely.
- Crackle...!
In an instant, the sound of lightning drowned out every other noise, flooding her head. Sparks of electricity shot before her eyes as well, expanding like branching bolts with a zzt-zzt.
It really was just an instant.
The moment the sudden phenomenon made Daera's eyes widen, her gaze pierced right through the door and stared squarely into the room.
Her sight had become sharper—a shift in vision that could now penetrate matter and magic.
But she had no time to be surprised by that.
The instant she took in the scene before her, Daera's eyes flew wide open.
The bed was soaked and disheveled with various fluids. A thick haze of heat shimmered in the air above it. And upon it, she saw Atra on all fours like a dog, with Lee Ha-yul pressing his hips tight against her buttocks, moving his waist.
The sound like pounding rice cakes was, indeed, the slap of flesh against flesh.
Atra's buttocks smacked against his pubic bone, rippling like waves as a heavy sound echoed.
- Smack... sluup...!
When he slowly pulled his hips back from where they clung to her bottom, the sweat-soaked flesh parted with a sticky, squelching sound.
It was as if she were looking down from the sky—she could see everything in vivid detail, though she didn't want to.
- Mmm, ung...
'H-haah...'
Every time he drew back, a thick pillar was exposed, and Daera, horrified by its size, suddenly caught a glimpse of Atra's eyes.
She reflexively sucked in a breath, but soon realized something was off.
Those weren't the sparkling golden eyes she knew.
The gold was there, but they didn't sparkle. They weren't the eyes of the master who had always emphasized reason and composure.
Those eyes were melted and sticky, not sharp. Half-lidded and hazy, they reflected neither Daera nor any shred of rationality.
Even if someone had opened the door and looked straight at Atra, she wouldn't have been able to see Daera.
- Guu-ung...
- Oooh...!
Those hazy eyes suddenly flew wide open when Lee Ha-yul pressed his hips deep inside her.
The same happened with her mouth. Her lips, which had been drooling enough to form a little puddle, suddenly formed a round O, and an indescribable moan escaped her.
- Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
- Ohk! Ohk?! Hoo-ohk...? Hng...!
The moans didn't end in a single burst. Each time he drove his hips short and hard, lewd cries erupted from her as if she were an instrument.
'......'
Crackle... Lightning sparked in Daera's eyes, and they shook violently.
To Daera, Atra was a precious person.
An orphan who lost her parents in an accident. Fortune smiled on her, however, and she awakened, entering the academy.
Yet despite that fortune, the future was still dark for the young Daera.
It was around then that she happened to meet Atra.
She learned many things from Atra—training for the foundations of her strength, yes, but also a profound sense of spiritual fulfillment just from being with her.
Atra was the teacher who taught Daera, and the guardian of the once-lonely Daera.
By Atra's own reasoning, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had raised her like a parent.
...And now, Atra was being one-sidedly ravished.
Every time Lee Ha-yul moved his hips, it was Atra who couldn't keep her composure and was utterly overwhelmed.
She was being taken so fiercely that for a moment Daera wondered if she should go in and save her.
- Master... are you really okay?
It was a needless worry. Lee Ha-yul, even while thrusting his... organ into Atra, had stopped his hips with a note of concern.
- Ugh, hoo, euh... I'm, f-fine...
If anything, it was Atra who wanted to be ravished.
Atra, tongue lolling and drool dripping with every slurred word, thrust her ample backside further out.
- Keep... keep going... Hngh, harder, hit me more...
She went so far as to gently sway her hips, her buttocks already bearing clear handprints, in a blatant act of temptation...
'...Where is that even going in?'
She sensed another oddity.
She had been 'watching' this whole time, but only now did the feeling of something being wrong click.
A normal relationship involves inserting the male organ into the female organ. No, not just normal—this is the standard.
...But Atra wasn't using the female genitalia now dripping with white fluid. Instead, above that, she was taking that thick pillar into a place that should never be spread open like that... into her ass...
- Whap!
- Hoooh...!
Atra, getting her asshole rammed, was so vulgar it was beyond description.
The very hole meant for expulsion was greedily swallowing the cock as if welcoming it, and her trembling pupils rolled inward like a fool's.
Her slack-jawed mouth was filthy, leaking shallow moans.
An act with no reproductive purpose to begin with. Devoid of any reason, simply indulging in pleasure and lust—just like a sow in heat...
- Crick...!
A fracture formed in her perception and respect for her master, Atra.
Her view had already shifted this morning due to the incident where Atra unilaterally stole a kiss from Lee Ha-yul, but now, the change was far more intense.
- Ohhk! Ohhk... Hngh... Hnggt, oh... ohhk...?!
Listening to the incessant sounds of their coupling ringing in her ears, Daera stood rooted to the spot as if nailed to the floor for a long while.
* * *
- Chirp chirp!
She heard the cry of a bird. Maybe a sparrow? The sound was as fresh and clear as a musical instrument.
This mansion is protected by powerful magic, but there are still birds living on the grounds. That was the source of the chirping every morning.
'......'
The sound of chirping came from beyond the window. Atra drew back the curtain and saw the sunlight spilling onto one side of the bed, blinking vacantly.
She subtly checked her surroundings.
A spotless white bed. A bedroom without a single thing out of place. Clean and clear air.
They say humans are creatures of forgetfulness, that ordinary, unremarkable memories are easily forgotten.
Which means, intense memories remain for a very, very long time.
'Oh, fuck.'
For Atra, the memories of last night were an intensely vivid record that would stay with her forever.
Her face burned hot at the vulgar memories surfacing in her mind.
'Good heavens...'
She reflexively tried to deny reality.
Such an intense, filthy, lewd memory. Could that really have been her?
She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. But the memory, and the pleasure and euphoria she'd felt at the time, remained so vivid that she couldn't deny it.
Plenty of evidence remained on her body as well.
Especially the kiss marks left on her chest from all the sucking and biting, and the handprints on her lower body...
The lingering sensation of being squeezed and pressed on her lower belly... and... that...
"Mmmnn..."
"Eep..."
Atra, who had unconsciously brought her hand to her buttocks, flinched at the sound that came from her embrace.
Warm skin, held snugly in her arms. As she subtly lowered her gaze, she saw pure white hair tickling her chest.
"Koooh..."
Lee Ha-yul, sleeping as peacefully as could be.
His expression was so innocent it was hard to believe he was the one who had given Atra an unforgettable mix of pleasure and shame last night.
"Pwehh..."
She pressed his cheeks, making his lips push out into a pout. His white eyelids fluttered slightly at that, and soon, gray eyes slowly came into view.
A small light flickered in his slowly blinking eyes before they reflected Atra's face.
"Hee, heehee... Masterrr..."
Lee Ha-yul, who had been lying there limply, suddenly grinned widely, his lips curling up as he snuggled into her embrace and started acting spoiled.
This was the usual Lee Ha-yul.
"Did you sleep well...?"
He soon poked his face out from her chest to offer a morning greeting. His pronunciation was clearer now; he must have woken up a fair bit.
"...Yes, did you sleep well too?"
"Yes, I slept well! Heehee..."
A bright and beaming smile, shining even more brilliantly than the sunlight filtering onto the bed.
Lee Ha-yul grinned even wider and burrowed firmly into her arms.
As she habitually held him, it felt like he was being more clingy and affectionate than usual.
"Baby, do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"......"
At her question, asked while stroking his hair, his clinginess stopped dead. After hesitating for a moment, Lee Ha-yul buried his face even deeper.
"Th-that, uh... yeah..."
Lee Ha-yul, his face hidden in her chest, let out a tiny mumble.
Between his white hair, she could see his ears getting redder and redder.
A laugh escaped her at the sight of him acting so clearly embarrassed and shy.
"...You're not hurt, are you?"
"Is that what you have to say after smacking your master's bottom so much?"
"Ughghnn..."
She playfully grabbed and stretched his cheeks, and Lee Ha-yul whined, feigning great pain. Chuckling, Atra gently cupped Lee Ha-yul's cheeks and pressed her lips to his.
"Mmm, mmph... chup..."
Lee Ha-yul trembled slightly, but unlike yesterday, his expression softened at the tender kiss.
He looked so different, one might question if this was even the same person.
"Pwah..."
As embarrassing as last night had been, she was satisfied with the feeling that the walls, already barely there, had completely crumbled down.
Master and disciple. Their relationship had deepened further, while still encompassing that bond.
Atra, who could no longer imagine living without Lee Ha-yul, thought positively.
- Knock knock!
It was just then.
Someone deliberately ignored the doorbell-like magic tool and knocked firmly on the door.
- Miss Atra? What's the occasion for you to sleep in so late? No matter how much you don't have classes, shouldn't you be getting up by now?
"Ah."
Liana's voice. Atra flinched and looked for the clock on the wall.
It was late morning. If she didn't get dressed and rush out soon, she might cut it dangerously close to her academic schedule.
- Oh, right! Our Ha-yul is also still asleep! He's usually up religiously despite not being a morning person, so I wonder who he spent the night with to be sleeping in so deeply today?
"......"
A voice muttering as if perfectly intended to be overheard.
At the multiple presences she could sense beyond the door, the culprit kept her lips tightly shut.
.
.
.
That afternoon.
"Daera?"
"Y-yes?"
Atra, who was checking over the lesson plan while standing in the training yard, tilted her head at Daera's strange gaze.
"Is something the matter? Are you feeling off today?"
"Uh... um... th-that... it's nothing."
Daera, her eyes rolling around in all directions, subtly avoided Atra's gaze.
Staring right at Atra's face kept bringing back that lewd expression she'd seen last night...
Daera couldn't look Atra in the eye for a long while.