The Chairwoman's Private Tutoring

Johanna was the Board Chairwoman of the historic Ionia Academy.

She was also a renowned imperial archmage. If she so desired, she could traverse the continent from end to end in the blink of an eye, or drown the land beneath a cataclysmic flood. Yet, even an archmage of her stature could not escape the shackles of carnal lust. Stripped of her titles, she was nothing more than a female in heat.

"Haaah... haaah..."

Using spatial teleportation to return straight to her private bedchambers, she collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to undress and began furiously digging into her pussy. The rich, musky flavor of a virile male lingered on her tongue. That pungent, intoxicating scent. It had far exceeded anything listed in the dossier compiled for Candidate #477's interview.

"Ngh-aaah... aahh... o-ooohhh...!"

Vile, animalistic moans tore from her throat as she fought desperately to quench the raging fire in her loins. That magnificent cock. The sticky scent and slick texture clinging to her fingers remained searingly vivid in her mind. Just as males grew frenzied at the allure of a female, females were no different when confronted by a true stallion. And Johanna was a female possessed of ravenous desires.

"Hnnnngh...!"

Scratching frantically at her cunt, Johanna’s entire frame convulsed in violent tremors. A torrential flood of love juices gushed from her slit, soaking straight through her undergarments and drenching the silk sheets beneath her.

"Haah... haaah..."

Having clawed at her own flesh as if wringing the very life from her body, she finally collapsed in limp exhaustion. The aftershocks of the orgasm left her delightfully languid. From solitary pleasure to copulation and childbirth, she had experienced every facet of a female's reproductive journey. Yet never before had she burned with this caliber of feverish arousal.

I want to mate with him. I want to pin him down on this bed, bury that enormous phallus deep into my belly, and slam my hips down until he fills my womb to bursting...♡

Even if he was appointed as the Breeding Duty Officer, jumping him by force would constitute assault—a base act entirely unbecoming of a noble lady. And yet, her lust and primal instinct to breed showed no sign of abating. If anything, the hunger was swelling by the second. It was an absolute miracle that she had maintained her composure before the lad.

It's not enough! It's nowhere near enough!

Johanna recalled the member that had once fathered her child. Compared to what she had held today, that pathetic thing had been laughably meager—shriveled and unremarkable. Its seed had at least been of decent quality, yielding an exceptional child: a daughter whom Johanna loved with all her heart. Still, she could never quite shake the lingering regret of having conceived by such an inferior tool. Had she only waited a little longer, had she endured the whispers branding her an old maid, she might have achieved her very first pregnancy under the thrusts of a truly magnificent cock.

"Haaah... haaaah...♡"

Not enough. It was still so desperately lacking.

Struggling to soothe the unquenchable heat coursing through her veins, Johanna lost herself once more in solitary ecstasy. Her fingers burrowed relentlessly into the depths of her vaginal flesh, ruthlessly grinding and tearing across her swollen, aching sweet spots.

The following morning, Johanna paid a personal visit to my quarters to hand over the Breeding Duty Officer manual. Having the school's top authority deliver it personally was both flattering and overwhelmingly burdensome. Still, duty called. I had to review my operational parameters.

Let's see here...

Roughly one girl a day, working five days a week. Essentially a standard five-day workweek. The deferral clause meant they intended to conserve their asset rather than wear me down to the bone. And the third rule genuinely caught me off guard. An advance reservation system meant I wouldn't have to entertain unannounced visits or mate with students who hadn't booked an official appointment.

"Thank you for coming all the way down here in person," I said, closing the booklet with a polite bow. There were a few ancillary clauses, but those three formed the core protocol.

"Think nothing of it. I am relieved, truth be told. I was well aware of your robust drive, yet had you balked at the terms, matters would have grown rather... troublesome. After all, possessing a libido and consenting to coitus are entirely different matters."

Johanna smiled, crossing her arms beneath her chest. The motion hoisted her gargantuan breasts upward against her forearms, a display of raw feminine bounty that should have set my blood racing. Yet I couldn't even muster a stray spark of arousal. The chilling undertone beneath that casual word—troublesome—was far too cold. Had I refused, what would have awaited me? Forced milking? Solitary confinement? Probably every grim trope from an eroge dungeon scenario.

Ugh, chills.

A prickly wave of goosebumps rippled down my arms. Just entertaining the thought sent shivers through my spine.

"Chairwoman, may I ask one question?"

"Hmm? By all means. Speak freely."

"Are the students aware that a Breeding Duty Officer exists?"

"Naturally. It is an open secret strictly confined to this academy, and by extension, the upper echelons of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠high nobility. Commoners and slaves remain blissfully oblivious."

Ionia Academy operated on a three-year curriculum. Every student was an adult, and the overall enrollment remained strictly exclusive. It was a noble institution, after all. That said, not every pupil hailed from blue blood. Under a special sponsorship program, a single commoner was admitted each year to cultivate raw imperial talent. But in an environment this hermetic, where information was ruthlessly suppressed, outsiders had no means of finding out. It was a league strictly reserved for the privileged elite.

"Understood. Thank you for clarifying."

"It is nothing. Do you harbor any other inquiries?"

"None—"

I started to decline, then clamped my mouth shut as a sudden thought struck me.

"Actually, there is one more thing. What kind of person is the head librarian?"

"The librarian? A middle-aged mage, in fact. Wielding magic makes managing archival duties vastly more efficient."

"Aha."

"He possesses a mild temperament and fine character. While he is not your direct commanding officer, he will technically be your superior in the library, so you need not fret."

What a relief. Sharing close quarters with a toxic tyrant would have made daily life a waking nightmare.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"Do not mention it. More importantly... may I ask you something in return? It is a rather delicate inquiry."

"Please, go ahead."

Whatever it was, I didn't exactly have the luxury of declining. A request from a superior—especially the sovereign ruler of the organization—was practically a royal decree.

"Tell me... have you ever been with a woman?"

Ah...

Though couched in delicate phrasing, she was plainly asking if I was a virgin. It was the sort of question that warranted embarrassment and an apology, which offered a telling glimpse into Johanna's character. Had she been an arrogant noble rotten to the core, she would have pried with leering condescension without a shred of remorse.

"No, ma'am. In fact, the Chairwoman was the first woman to ever lay hands on my shaft."

"Your... gasp! I-is that so? I was your first? With your striking looks, I would have wagered the women around you would never have left you in peace."

"I turned them down. I have no appetite for forced intimacy. Men may be treated as public commodities in this world, but non-consensual acts remain a crime."

Before reincarnating into this fantasy realm, I had been a virgin—half by choice, half by circumstance. Unrealistic standards fueled by social media had inflated my expectations to absurd heights. And ironically, even after being dropped into a female-skewed world where I could indulge in sex practically on demand, those lingering standards had continued to trip me up. Someone's face fell short; someone else lacked the curves; another had an intolerable personality.

Johanna, however, was flawless. She was stunning enough to make me want to breed her brains out and swell her belly with child.

"Ahem. Then I imagine the physical examination must have been rather unpleasant for you."

"Not at all. It may sound vulgar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coming from me, but having a woman of your caliber touch me... to be frank, it aroused me immensely."

I shook my head, watching her flush with awkward self-consciousness. For a second, I felt like a modern woman boldly propositioning a high-value alpha male for a night of passion.

"I-is that true?"

Johanna's eyes went wide. The guilt that had shadowed her gaze was instantly swallowed by a surging tide of anticipation and raw excitement. From an ordinary youth to an orphan, and then navigating this world as a coveted male, I had learned to read the subtle shifts in a woman's emotional current.

Should I take the plunge?

She was the one who flirted first, so it was only right she took responsibility.

"This may sound presumptuous of me, but... would you care to engage in relations with me, Chairwoman?"

"K-krhmm! I did not raise the topic with such intentions! However, entering the duty without prior experience could lead to panic or revulsion. I merely thought it prudent for you to have a... preliminary tasting."

She cleared her throat, stringing together a dignified excuse. Her reasoning was sound enough, but the ravenous carnal desire to mate dripped from every syllable.

"Your words make sense, yet... would it truly be permissible for someone of my station to share a bed with the Chairwoman?"

"O-of course it is! Is your role not that of the Breeding Duty Officer? You are destined to sow your seed into the wombs of countless noble heiresses; you need not be so terribly bashful or intimidated."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you for the guidance."

"As long as you understand. In that case... strip your clothes."

After all that timid tiptoeing, her command was to get naked? Suited me just fine.

"Right away."

Rising to my feet, I shed my garments. With each button I slipped from my shirt, Johanna swallowed hard, her throat bobbing in dry gulps. Off came the shirt, followed by my trousers. Her gaze locked instantly onto the colossal member dangling flaccid between my thighs.

"Haaah..."

A scorching exhalation slipped past her parted lips, heavy and panting like an enraged bull snorting steam.

"Lie down."

When I obediently reclined onto the mattress, Johanna glided atop me, settling into a straddle. A classic cowgirl stance. She didn't immediately hike her skirts to impale herself on my length, however. Instead, she knelt over my crotch, her gaze glazed in rapturous worship.

"You may not know this, but men typically lie back and wait for the lady. The female takes the reins and commences the extraction."

"So it isn't considered insolent for me to simply lie here?"

"Insolent? No woman alive would ever brand a man insolent for waiting meekly on his back. You may put your mind at ease."

Having the school's top authority validate what I already knew brought immense peace of mind. Which meant if I took the initiative to move, she'd probably lose her mind with delight.

"Understood."

"Then we shall begin. First, prior to mating, the male member must be stimulated into full erection."

Johanna's fingers wrapped gently around my shaft.

Sliiiide...♡

She stroked the length with tender, rhythmic friction, coaxing it to life. Blood rushed into the spongy tissue with a sudden, pulsing surge. The languid member twitched, swelling and rearing proudly until it stood at rigid full mast—infinitely thicker, longer, and more imposing.

Gulp.

Swallowing dryly, Johanna offered a breathless smile.

"Once the phallus is raised like this, the woman mounts you and rolls her hips—that is the foundation of intercourse. Some students will be clumsy in their technique, so keep that in mind."

"Yes, Chairwoman."

"And once the male member is standing tall..."

Even as she instructed me, her hand never ceased its mesmerizing strokes. Shivers of electric pleasure rippled down my spine straight into my groin. Being jerked off by a voluptuous, aristocratic MILF was still a completely novel sensation—and that very novelty made my nerves razor-sharp.

Twitch, throb.

At the extreme heights of arousal, a pristine, transparent droplet welled at the slit of the glans. Pre-cum.

"What is... this?"

Johanna’s eyes stretched wide. The lesson died on her lips as her focus zeroed in on the glistening bead crowning the tip. Leaning down until her breath brushed the sensitive head, she inhaled deeply through her nose. Her eyes grew dazed and unfocused.

"This scent... the clarity... the viscosity...♡ It is unmistakable—the fabled nectar a virile buck weeps only when pushed to absolute ecstasy! They say it is rare even among the prized studs of high-class brothels, and yet...♡"

Watching her swoon in genuine adoration felt slightly absurd, almost comical. But given how sex was viewed as an exhausting chore by most males in this demographic, it made sense.

"How exquisitely lewd."

"My apologies, Chairwoman. I simply... wished to bury it inside your belly as quickly as possible..."

"What?!"

Johanna let out a stunned gasp, her eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snapping wide once more.

"You wish to put it in? Are you serious?"

"Pardon? Yes, I am."

Despite the slight bewilderment, I nodded without hesitation. Johanna's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.

'You're the one who seduced me, remember?'

A panel from a webcomic I had once read flashed through my mind. And honestly, she wasn't wrong—I was definitely the one reeling her in.

"It seems I have chosen the absolute finest talent."

A sly, vixen-like grin spread across her lips as she arched her hips upward.

Rustle... squelch...♡

Parting the luxurious folds of her dress, the pungent, musky aroma of a drenched female in heat burst forth like a wave. Her silk panties were thoroughly saturated—so heavily soaked that love juices dripped down her inner thighs the moment she hitched them aside. Slowly, keeping her hips elevated, she guided her dripping cunt over the apex of my erection.

Squiiish...♡

Her engorged entrance brushed lightly against the broad rim of my glans as she adjusted her alignment.

"Ngh... I shall take you in now. Clammy, sticky flesh will envelop your shaft, but do not be repulsed. It is an entirely natural sensation."

Repulsed? Far from it. I was practically salivating at the thought of those heavy, aristocratic hips slamming down against my pelvis, of the exquisite expression she would make, and the velvety grip of her inner folds clenching around my length.

"Yes. Please, put it in already."

I delivered the final blow.

Johanna's eyes rolled back completely.

PLUUUUNGE—!

At last, my monstrous cock sank to the hilt, buried deep within the belly of the ravenous female.