Self-Pleasure (2)
The headmaster's residence of the Imperial Academy in the Altmain Empire sits on the top floor of the main building, yet Tiamat, the principal, spends most of her time in the secluded greenhouse tucked away just beyond the academy walls.
Among the faculty, only those who have served her for decades would even know this hidden sanctuary exists—a blooming haven of rare plants and flowers that no outsider is ever allowed to glimpse.
The Green Dragon, after all, was never meant to thrive in a world of stone and dryness. She had always preferred the living embrace of trees, grass, and blossoms to the withering existence of the rest of her kind.
Now that not a single dragon of her lineage remained in this world, the greenhouse had become her only true home.
“……Ugh, I really don’t want to do this.”
That was why Tiamat found her duties as academy principal rather distasteful. Even stepping away from the greenhouse she loved for even a moment felt unbearable. The academy’s main building was cold, lifeless, and utterly devoid of life.
Of course, the grand stone structures of the Imperial Academy had been built with imperial support, and they fulfilled the aesthetic standards quite adequately. But to Tiamat’s eyes, they were nothing more than lifeless rocks.
She sat at the desk in the headmaster’s office, methodically sorting through the documents that needed attention. The immediate matters were, as always, related to the new students’ enrollment.
[Carlos de Altmain]
Among them, one stood out clearly: the imperial decree sent directly by the Emperor of this country.
Tiamat’s light green eyes cooled instantly.
The expression on her face was utterly devoid of emotion, a far cry from the one she had worn the previous day when she had faced the son of the man she once taught long ago.
The difference in attitude was not merely because she harbored any goodwill toward Isaac.
After all, as the academy’s principal, she had never particularly liked the Emperor.
“……I wonder what words His Majesty has sent to me.”
With the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, Tiamat used her fingertips to break the seal on the imperial decree.
A single sheet of luxurious paper decorated with golden threads. The content was unnecessarily long, filled with meaningless flattery.
At least Tiamat herself disliked such letters, yet the Emperor seemed to have no intention of changing this particular form.
“Cheeky bastard.”
She let out a short, bitter laugh and casually tossed the letter behind her.
After all, she had already read the content. There was no need to keep it.
“……”
She simply narrowed her eyes and repeated a single name in her mind.
Eiden Cashmil. The boy the Emperor had declared would soon begin his official duties as the Altmain Empire’s hero.
“I wonder what mischief he’s planning, Carlos……”
A cold voice slipped from Tiamat’s lips, the only one in this empire who could speak the Emperor’s name so freely.
But even she could not completely ignore the Emperor’s authority. After all, she had one foot planted in this country as well.
“What should I do about this?”
Tiamat closed her eyes for a moment and fell into thought. If it were up to her, she would have loved to ignore the contents of the letter for Isaac’s sake.
But she was, after all, the head of an educational institution. She knew how to distinguish between public and private matters, and this was especially true when it involved students.
Isaac Havertz and Eiden Cashmil.
Both were her students without a doubt.
“……I was told to make them my companions……”
Tiamat muttered a grumpy little soliloquy. After all, it was the most reliable way to protect Isaac and his sister.
If the choice truly was not “companion” or “mount,” but “student,” then even from Tiamat’s perspective, granting special treatment to them would be difficult.
After some more thought, she finally stood up from the chair.
“Hella. Are you there?”
She had made her decision. She raised her voice slightly toward the door, and a short “Yes” answered her before someone entered.
A woman with jet-black hair neatly styled. One of the two-in-ones of the Imperial Academy and the headmaster’s direct secretary.
Unlike Tiamat, she possessed a mature and striking beauty. She approached the principal and bowed deeply.
“Is there something you wish me to do?”
“Yes…… Let me see this.”
With a slightly displeased and gruff expression, Tiamat handed the letter to Hella.
The imperial decree the Emperor had sent, which she had casually tossed aside moments ago and now pulled back with her telekinesis.
Hella received it respectfully and began to read it carefully. After quickly scanning the final paragraph, she set it down on the desk and spoke.
“A fresh proposal, indeed. I did not expect His Majesty to send such a document.”
She added after placing the decree back on the desk.
“Is this an attempt to suppress the Havertz Duke?”
“……Yes.”
Her insight pierced straight to the heart of it. Tiamat nodded with an uneasy expression.
How could an old man who had lived for centuries speak with such vulgarity and pettiness?
In truth, Tiamat had lived nearly a hundred times longer than the Emperor, but that fact was not particularly important at the moment.
She continued with a sigh.
“There’s no helping it. We have no grounds to refuse, so proceed as planned.”
“We’ll have three special students enrolling this year.”
Hella answered flatly, but Tiamat shook her index finger side to side.
“No, four.”
“?”
“That one too. The one who came from the North.”
“Ah……”
Hella realized belatedly and let her words trail off. She nodded with understanding.
“I see. I heard that the Sword Saint had gone to negotiate, but I hadn’t heard the result yet.”
“Yeah. It looks like we managed to bring her back.”
“Congratulations on your success.”
Hella let out a short exclamation, and Tiamat dipped her quill in ink.
“Let me see.”
She then used the Emperor’s decree as scrap paper to write the names.
The four special students who would enroll at the Imperial Academy this year.
[Isaac Havertz]
[Charlotte Havertz]
Two extraordinary new students who were already beyond student level—8th circle archmages and the so-called Blood Witch—along with Isaac and his sister.
[Eiden Cashmil]
The boy from the Empire, specifically requested by the imperial side to enroll as a special student with the title of hero.
They said he had been plucked from the deepest depths of the Pope’s underground sanctuary.
His potential was clearly expected despite the Emperor’s unwelcome words. He was surely a student with outstanding abilities.
“……”
And finally, the fourth.
[Arieta Halcyon]
The ruler of the frozen land beyond the Halcyon Canyon in the North. A cold monarch of the dragon race who could not be easily dismissed.
Arieta was the only daughter of that man. And in this world, according to the truth that only Isaac knew—
She was the boss character who would handle the first chapter of the original Grimoire.
[Frozen Arieta] was, in fact, her true identity.
*****
“Huu……”
After Hella took the list and left the headmaster’s office, Tiamat buried her small body deep into the back of the chair.
She felt as if she were melting.
It was thanks to the unexpected headache she had suffered. Isaac, Charlotte, the Emperor, the hero, the Ice Emperor, and his daughter.
“There are just too many things to think about. Haa.”
How had this year become so full of troublesome elements?
If it was a golden generation, then it was a golden generation, but paradoxically, it was also extremely dangerous.
Tiamat leaned back in her chair and stared blankly at the ceiling.
She truly had no desire to do anything. There was still some paperwork left, but she planned to take a break for now.
“There’s so much to do…… and so much to think about.”
Her cheek was squished against the armrest of the chair, but it didn’t matter.
Tiamat simply emptied her mind and followed her instincts.
“……”
So what was this instinct? The instinct of a dragon? Or the instinct of a living being?
No, it was neither. The former was the duty of reproduction, and the latter was eating or sleeping. But at least right now, Tiamat’s instincts were boiling with something else.
In other words, the instincts of a woman.
“Isaac……”
Tiamat called the name of the man who had tormented her body the previous day in a small voice.
The shameless man who had roughly poked at her private parts, forced her to suck on his own, and even made her swallow his thick semen, only to refuse to have actual intercourse with her.
Isaac Havertz.
“……Nng, u.”
Tiamat’s face flushed bright red as she let out a childish voice.
As if she were babbling. In fact, she had already stuck her own thumb into her mouth.
There was no particular reason. It was simply that the memory of her teeth and molars being gently stroked by Isaac’s rough hands remained impressively vivid.
She rubbed her tongue, teeth, palate, and every other part of her mouth, then took a deep breath.
“Huu, haa, huuu.”
Even with her small body, her chest rose and fell dramatically. Her eyes, filled with excitement, trembled with heat.
“Bad…… bad man. Really……”
Muttering in a short, broken voice, Tiamat puffed out her cheeks in a pout.
How could she be told to enjoy the pleasure of being a woman and then leave so cruelly?
If she was going to do it, she should finish it. Or at least enjoy it to the end and draw the line?
“……I should have just pinned him down with force.”
Suddenly, the thought crossed her mind, but Tiamat immediately squeezed her eyes shut.
Overpowering Isaac with brute force and then raping him would certainly be an attractive option.
But if she did that, it would become an irreversible act.
Her relationship with Isaac would never return to being mutually beneficial.
“……”
She frowned silently, then snapped her thumb and index finger with a sigh.
Thwack!
A clear sound rang out, and the purple clothes that had been tightly wrapped around her entire body turned into a breeze of emerald light and scattered away.
Her wide top, her snug pants, and even the underwear that had been covering her below.
After all, it was just a part of the life magic that could recreate them with a single gesture.
“……Ugh, un.”
Tiamat sent out a moan without caring about the disappearing clothes in the slightest.
It was because she had just begun to touch her clit. Although her lower body was not yet fully wet, it didn’t matter.
After all, the moment she thought of Isaac, mixed her tongue with his, or imagined sucking on his thing, it would flow out immediately.
“Uuu, hua……!?”
Indeed. Just moments ago, she had been slowly stroking her folds, but the moment she lightly touched the crack, a high-pitched cry burst out.
Tiamat looked down at that soaked crack with eyes filled with heat.
It was the perfect state to continue the self-pleasure she had become addicted to after reaching sexual ecstasy with Isaac the previous day.
Twitch—!
“Nngh……!”
Immediately, Tiamat pushed her fingers deep inside. A bit too roughly, without giving her any time to adjust to the sensitive spot, she thrust in with a sharp motion.
Of course, her brows furrowed and her eyes twitched, but Tiamat paid no attention.
“Ahh, haaa……”
She even had the intention of enjoying the waves of this sudden sexual sensation.
The corners of her mouth trembled unsteadily. A smile that was neither smiling nor crying, an ambiguous expression.
But the eyes were undoubtedly filled with satisfaction and fulfillment.
Especially the satisfaction related to orgasm.
When she pulled her fingers out slightly, a very sticky fluid came out with them……
“……Heh.”
Tiamat simply let out a short laugh and continued. Pluck, pluck! Her wrist tingled from the rapid repetition.
Her body, deeply buried in the chair, was now on the verge of collapsing to the floor. She was standing on her tiptoes with effort, but it was quite precarious—
“……I’m, I’m, coming——!”
As her expression grew more and more distorted, her waist slipped from the chair.
And.
Crash!
“Headmaster, there’s a matter regarding the special students you mentioned earlier.”
“……Hek!?”
FWISH, FWISH—!!
Hella suddenly burst into the room. Tiamat’s eyes distorted unevenly, and at that exact moment, her genitals reached climax.
From between her slender thighs, a silver stream of water shot out quite loudly.
In the deeply unsettling silence, only the sound of the water echoed faintly.
Hella’s red eyes moved from top to bottom. She aimed precisely at the space between Tiamat’s legs, sending a seemingly indifferent gaze.
“A…… a, aaaa. Aah……?!”
And Tiamat let out a voice that could not form words. Her lips opened and closed, but no words came out.
Completely naked, with her breasts, nipples, waist, belly button, crotch, and hips fully exposed, Tiamat sobbed with a flushed face.
“H, Hella, that’s, that’s not it! I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s definitely not that, this is just——!”
“Headmaster.”
“……!”
And Hella cut off her words in the middle. Tiamat, fearing what her subordinate would say next, was startled.
Hella’s eyes simply held a look of pity.
She scratched her cheek and muttered.
“Even if it’s a man…… shall I introduce him?”
“……Hek?!”
It was the moment Tiamat’s face turned even brighter red.