Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Entry into Prynar Academy
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Truly a nice situation, but there's a chance it's all in my head.
So, let's get a clear confirmation!
"......What did you say?"
"Huh?"
When I asked back, the witch's long finger once again smoothly traced over my crotch.
My body shuddered as if an electric current had shot through it.
"Hehe. Didn't you hear me?"
"......"
The witch made a helpless expression before leaning her body against mine.
Whoosh. An indescribable floral scent enveloped me.
Her voluptuous body made my heart pound wildly.
As she pressed even closer, her upper body nearly fully exposed, her breasts squished firmly against me.
Warm. Soft.
Blood surged through my veins.
Visually and tactilely, it was more than satisfying—it felt transcendent.
I nearly impulsively hugged her.
At that moment, she brought her lips to my ear.
"I'll say it again."
"......"
"I want your seed. Your semen."
"...Gulp."
The sound of me swallowing was deafening.
The thumping of my heart must have been audible to the witch too.
I didn't know where to put myself from the embarrassment.
"What do you think? Outwardly speaking, I don't think I'm bad-looking."
"You're incredibly beautiful."
Yes, the witch was beautiful.
Her ample figure and revealing attire amplified her sexy mature woman's allure to the max, and her face had a dazed yet seductive charm—she was undoubtedly a stunning beauty.
Unlike the cute girls I'd seen so far, she exuded an adult charm.
If I had to compare, she was like Nila.
No, saying that would be terribly rude to Nila or other women, but purely in terms of physical eroticism, no one had surpassed the witch yet.
Squish.
The sensation of her full breasts pressing against my chest was utter bliss once more.
Looking down, the already deep cleavage seemed to deepen even further.
...I can't hold back anymore.
Honestly, refusing here would make me an idiot.
I felt a bit sorry for Repelt, but my own dick was about to burst.
There was the body collapse issue too, and Repelt wasn't my lover... so it should be fine.
The moment I reached for the witch's white shoulder, one thought crossed my mind.
The witch before me, Emily, surely had special talents too, so I could gain some EXP from Understanding All Things.
If I played it right, I might even level up like with Queen Eniris yesterday.
The instant I activated Understanding All Things, the witch let out a soft "Hm?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have witnessed someone with an excellent bloodline and special talents. EXP has increased significantly. "A skill?"
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Ah, I can barely sense it with our bodies this close, so it must be an advanced skill. Is it something related to sex by any chance?"
"Uh... no, it's not."
"Oh?"
The witch pulled away.
Her warm, voluptuous body leaving mine made me feel strangely cold, as if we'd been one from the start.
Regretful, like we'd always been connected.
But seeing her start explaining in an indifferent tone, it seemed she wasn't that affected.
"I'll tell you in advance. Privileges or skills from Outsiders related to the mind or sex don't work on me."
"Oh? Really?"
I was genuinely impressed, and the witch blinked. Why?
"Hehe, is that your natural way of speaking?"
"......Yes."
Ah.
I'd slipped back to my usual speech from excitement, forgetting the polite tone.
"It's nothing special. Anyone who's reached a certain realm has some resistance to skills or special powers. Pleasures that disrupt the body and Prynar's systems are automatically filtered out."
"Oh..."
"So, skills that heighten physical sensitivity or make someone feel good just from touch will all be nullified. I've punished guys who tried shady stuff before."
Punished, huh. Curious what she did.
Anything from this sexy woman would feel like a reward.
The witch thought for a moment before speaking.
"If I had to put a label on it, I'd say I'm... anorgasmic. So don't waste your effort."
"I see."
Well, damn! No using skills like "Cum from a touch!" then.
Honestly, I wasn't disappointed.
Whether skills worked or she was anorgasmic, as long as I could have sex with her, what did it matter?
I just felt a bit sorry that I couldn't make her feel as good as I would.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ EXP has increased substantially. Understanding All Things notified me of the EXP gain belatedly.
Now, only sex remained.
Conscious of my throbbing cock ready to burst, I asked my final question.
"But... are you sure about me?"
"Hm?"
"No, honestly... what about me made someone like you, Miss Emily, want to have... sex..."
Was I her type? A total nerd?
But that thought shattered immediately.
"Hm? No, what I want isn't sex."
"Pardon?"
No way, after all this buildup, sex is off the table? Please no.
What about my raging hard-on?
"Hahaha. Yours is huge."
"Uh, thanks."
"You look expectant?"
"Y...yeah."
"Don't worry. We will have sex."
Yes!
.....
No, I'm thrilled, but... if sex is happening, what does she mean she doesn't want sex?
"Sex isn't my ultimate goal. My purpose is solely your semen."
"Uh..."
"But mechanically extracting semen like a crook would anger the partner, right? And you don't seem greedy for money, so buying it wouldn't work either."
I'd have accepted payment...
Anyway. She'd have sex with me, but purely for research purposes.
So, not because she likes me—more like a lab rat.
......But so what?
I still get to fuck a beauty like her.
Nice!
"Oh, do you dislike non-virgins or something?"
"Of course not."
No matter how conscienceless I am, a stunning, seductive mature woman like her being inexperienced?
Expecting virginity would be the mistake.
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Oh? Hehe. Still, I'll tell you. I'm a virgin."
"Oh..."
Are all guys blind...?
Maybe her standards for test subjects are sky-high.
"I've tested various stimuli through records and fantasies. But... while there was pleasure, I never felt the addictive pull of sex."
"I see."
So that's why she called it anorgasmia.
I closed my eyes.
I still didn't know what experiment she needed my semen for or what basis she had.
Maybe she sensed something special.
Whatever, not my concern.
"Then... really okay?"
"Yes. It's fine. I'll give you my first time in exchange for your semen."
"......"
I strode toward the witch, slowly raising both hands.
And roughly grabbed the breasts I'd been dying to touch.
Grip.
"Mm..."
"Hah... ha..."
...My god.
Soft and elastic.
The firmly squeezed breasts rebelled, trying to regain their shape.
"Mm. Men really love breasts, huh."
"Yeah."
As I spoke, I buried my face in her cleavage and licked with my tongue.
Ooh... delicious.
Honestly, no taste, but still delicious.
...But objectively, isn't this gross?
Yet the witch stayed still, as if to say do what you want. So I did.
I pulled down her top barely covering her massive tits.
With the support gone, the heavy mounds burst forth explosively.
Yet they retained perfect shape and firmness... wow, impressive. I couldn't help but admire.
How does she maintain them?
While lost in useless thoughts, I slowly opened my mouth and took her nipple in.
Slurp.
Like a baby demanding milk, I suckled her breast.
Satisfaction filled my mouth.
My other hand fondled the remaining breast.
Squish. The bounce back each time my fingers sank in was irresistible.
Incredible volume.
Bliss so intense it felt like my brain nerves were burning.
"Mm... itchy."
But unlike me, the witch showed no pleasure.
A normal guy might get his pride hurt, but me? Yedre, virgin till twenty, barely any female ties—pride? Fuck it.
The downside: no expecting more initiative from her.
She said she had no interest in sex.
So she probably didn't know foreplay techniques.
Tittyfuck or paizuri blowjob from these? Too greedy.
Just give her the load she wants.
I released the nipple I'd been passionately sucking and slipped my hand under her skirt.
...?
Wet...?
Slightly moist, but...
No, barely any fluid—must be sweat.
She called herself anorgasmic and stayed expressionless.
I pulled down her panties, but the fabric felt off.
Small area.
Checking further... purple string panties.
Nosebleed incoming.
My son stiffened harder.
I pressed the massive erection between her thighs.
Just skin on skin, yet scorching pleasure like fire.
As my mind reeled, the witch's voice came.
"Finally doing it?"
"You okay? If it's your first, it might hurt..."
"I'm used to pain."
"......Then."
Sorry for her first, but I was at my limit.
I needed to release.
I pushed her onto a nearby table, supporting her waist with both hands.
Rubbed my raging beast against her waiting entrance, then slowly pushed into the fleshy walls.
Sloooowly, inch by inch, my cock entered.
Not rushing for her sake.
This sensation.
The walls squeezing with each push—insane!
What is this?
Impossible.
Just inserting, and ejaculation urge overflows.
This is abnormal!
Is the witch special? Why such intense pleasure?
Trivial thoughts vanished; only beastly, male instinct remained.
Instinct commanded: sow your seed in the female before you.
"Ngh!"
I pulled back once, then thrust up.
Splat!!
"Nngh...!"
Almost came.
A few more, and I'd blow?
No.
Discarded pride, nicknames like rabbit—whatever.
But shouldn't she feel a little good too?
Not pride—courtesy.
Didn't understand my own thinking, but irrelevant.
I want to make this ice beauty feel good!!
I circulated Prynar through my body to sense it.
Calculated optimal movement for speed, endurance, delay—then shook my hips.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
A steady rhythm of wet sounds filled the witch's room.
The air grew hot—probably my body heat.
Sweat beaded on my face before I knew it.
I buried my face in her cleavage while thrusting.
The slickness felt amazing.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slow, but surely grinding against the walls—my cock.
Mechanical, yet immense pleasure.
Cock's burning...!
"......"
I felt her silently looking down at me.
Pathetic, right?
Her feeling nothing while I chase pleasure alone—despicable even.
I'll satisfy her a bit.
I lifted my head to her lips for a kiss... but tap. Soft fabric touched my mouth.
She blocked me with her gloved hand.
Head lowered, face slightly flushed—angry?
"Mm... no kissing."
"Got it. Sorry."
Makes sense—not wanting to kiss a guy she doesn't like.
Back to pistoning.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡
...?
Wet sounds?
"..Mm.. D-Dre?"
"Yes, Miss Emily."
"On second thought, I have business. So..."
Hurry and finish.
This reaction—no pleasure?
Failed to satisfy her after all.
Wanted a full day to savor leisurely, but she only wants semen.
One ejaculation suffices for her.
Regrettable, but unavoidable.
"Understood. Then."
Stopped mechanical motion, took deep breaths.
Now, only beastly instinct.
No warning.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡
Suddenly machine-gunned my hips like mad.
Each pubic clash splashed sweat everywhere.
Even now, she showed no arousal—no sweat on her.
For her, I held back.
Delayed ejaculation.
I'll give her the thickest load.
To aid her experiment.
Soon, only cock-pussy smacks echoed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
I focused solely on nonstop meat friction.
Ignored her reactions.
And...
"Ahhn...♡♡"
"?"
What was that?
But I let my guard down.
No, I could've stopped but didn't want to.
I began ejaculating as desire demanded.
"Here it comes! Miss Emily!"
"...!♡♡"
Rooooar.
A true explosion.
Massive ejaculation fitting the description.
My semen filled her womb, overflowing like a waterfall, dirtying the floor.
Pulling out my twitching cock, it sprayed her body.
Splattersplattersplatter.
Her body was instantly coated in white turbidity.
Satisfaction hit before regret.
...She looks pretty like that?
I gazed at her stunning nude like a soul-lost man.
Her tidy room defiled, reeking of male musk.
Even she, splattered with my jizz.
Exciting.
".....Ahem."
Her clearing throat snapped me back.
Panicking on cleanup, I looked—swoosh. Emerald energy enveloped her.
When it faded, she lifted her head, staring at me.
...What changed?
Still covered in white.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ EXP has increased substantially. Welcoming message.
But why EXP...?
"...Mm. Dre?"
The witch calling me remained expressionless.
Cheeks slightly red? Probably imagination.
"Sorry, as I said, I have someone to meet now. Thanks for the sample, but come again next time?"
Dismissal.
Has she lost interest?
Hoping not.
At least she wants me back.
Didn't seem totally useless to her.
Wanted to help clean, but risking full hate, I hurriedly left.
"Then, Miss Emily. Excuse me."
"Yeah, see you..."
Click.
Closing the door, a crash sounded inside—probably cleaning.
Thus, I left the witch's house.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Then came post-nut clarity.
Actually, not really.
Excitement lingered; I was just soothing myself mentally.
...Incredible.
Is Emily's pussy what they call legendary? Even then, hard to describe the pleasure.
Just being inside felt like endless ejaculation...
Sloooow push.
Recalling alone—kuagh, erection.
No good.
Forget the ecstasy; time for productive stuff.
Now at Prynar Academy.
I'm impulsive usually, but as a teacher now, I should learn the layout, classes, etc.
Not my usual thought.
Short clarity led to diligence.
But even on opening day—more like vacation—no students around.
Makes sense; dorms under repair, few classes.
Seeing students would be weirder.
Check on colleagues?
Where's the meeting room...?
Head to center first.
The only place I knew, central auditorium—still empty.
Not disappointed.
Feels like exploration? Kinda exciting.
Circle the auditorium first.
"Auditorium" sounds plain, but landscaping nice to see.
Forest behind.
Wonder what's there.
Curious, went around back.
Soon, stairs appeared.
Climbing excitedly, opened to a wide space.
Here... gym?
Typical equipment-filled room.
Unique: a student present.
One student.
Fancy attire for one.
......Gal?
Only way to describe.
Manga-style flashy, trendy fashion.
Intimidating distance from a loner like me.
Twin tails with star-heart ornaments, ribbons atop and sides.
Necklace? No, headset-like.
Cardigan at waist, sleeves rolled, top buttons undone to chest—bra peeking risk.
Hair golden-brown.
Glanced face... heart-flutteringly gorgeous.
Beauty rivaling Clarit, El.
Biggest draw: figure.
Same age-ish, but unbelievable volume for peer.
Even more sensual than the witch.
Body incarnating male desire.
Pale skin, noble air peeking through gal fashion.
Well-groomed mix of Western-Eastern features.
Summary: Clarit-face, witch-body cheater beauty in gal fashion.
Amplified reject-aura of trendy high school girl.
She'd ignore me flat-out.
This world: cute girls = bitches!!
Still, pretty means good bloodline?
EXP time.
Activate Understanding All Things.
That instant.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have witnessed a chosen bloodline hiding radiant talent. Level has increased. Level has increased. ...Huh?
Expected some... but this?
Almost Queen Eniris level?
Who is she?
Come to think, face familiar.
From setting collection?
"Ah."
Eye contact with the girl.
Blinking at me, then she dashed over.
"Whoa."
"Waaah! Dre! Dre!"
"Uh, yes?"
"Hi!"
Sudden familiarity—super awkward.
More cheerful than expected, but where from?
"H-Hi... do you know me?"
"Huh? Haha! Weird thing to say! You caused a huge scene at the auditorium yesterday, right? No student could miss it!"
"Ah, right."
Yeah, all students gathered then.
Weirder if unknown.
"Oh, late intro. Hi, Teacher Dre! I'm Meichi Yarte!"
"I'm Yedre."
"Yeah! I know! Oh, El, Gold, Clarit call me by nickname—would you too, Dre?"
...What?
First meet, yet so chummy?
Puzzled, Meichi continued.
"Mayal! Everyone calls me that, Teacher Dre!"