Freshman: Johan 34
It was an intense battle with Bernehardt. Her insides gripped my cock so perfectly that it was hard to believe this was her first time taking a man inside her.
They say women lose their tightness with age, but Bernehardt was like fine wine—aged to perfection. Even a seasoned playboy would've been defenseless against the sticky, thick embrace of her pussy. Only because it was me could I hold my own like this.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Bernehardt looked exhausted. Someone might find it hard to understand how a master swordswoman who taught at the academy could tire from just a few rounds of thrusting, but it wasn't the physical exertion that had melted her body—it was the pleasure.
No amount of stamina training could stand up to the sharp jolts of ecstasy racing from her nerve endings straight to her heart. To resist it, you first had to get used to the sensation. But Bernehardt's pleasure tolerance was far too low.
Slap!
I smacked the ass of Bernehardt, who lay spread-eagled on the bed. The rebound from her iron-hard muscles stung my palm instead. My hand throbbed.
"Nngh... ♥ I told you to stop so many times..."
Her words said one thing, but her voice held no resentment. If anything, it felt like she was begging me to ravage her even harder. By the vibe, she'd probably thank me even if I fucked her unconscious.
"Teacher. Could you lift your hips a bit?"
"Nngh... Like this?"
Despite her earlier protests, she responded instantly to my command-like words. She arched her back off the bed in a perfect curve, raising her ass along with it. If I leaned her upper body back now and thrust down from above, it'd be the piledriver position commonly called the "mating press."
But I had no intention of doing that right now. Instead, I slid my head under her raised hips.
"Now lower that ass and grind it on my face."
"W-what?"
"I said drop that royal peach."
My domineering tone made her side twitch like an electric current had shot through it. As expected, Bernehardt had masochistic tendencies. Maybe it was a reaction to her self-abusive training regimen, but even during sex, smacking her ass hard just made her shake it happily.
"I-it'll be too heavy..."
"Of course it's heavy. How could a big, juicy peach stuffed full of lust be light?"
"Hnnngh~ ♥ D-don't say it like that...! I'm a teacher..."
"You're talking too much."
Pinch!
I pinched Bernehardt's massive clit. Even she couldn't resist an attack on her weak spot—her fully raised hips went slack, and she collapsed downward with a thud. Her pussy mound landed right on target: my face.
Splat!
I'd expected it, but it was way heavier than anticipated. Probably all that muscle adding to the weight.
"Johan! Are you okay!?"
Bernehardt's thick, musky scent invaded my airways, stabbing at my mucous membranes. The pheromones she exuded during sex mixed with the already filthy room air, skewering my brain like a spit.
Her pussy mound was sticky like rice cake, but in contrast to the cannonball firmness of her royal ass, it felt relatively soft.
Such a raw, feminine smell was a rare treat. I locked her thighs tight with both arms, then rubbed my face wildly against her ass. With her strength, she could've broken my feeble hold effortlessly, but she showed no sign of even trying.
"Hnnngh~ ♬ Johan! If you rub so intensely!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Bernehardt's squirt gushed out once more. She'd cum buckets already, but the volume hadn't diminished at all. Not surprising. She was a sex monster, after all.
"Slurp! Suck! Suck!"
I slurped up the flowing juices while eating her pussy. At first, she'd been worried about me, but soon she was grinding her crotch on my face, lost in the play.
"Johan~ ♥ Johan~ ♥"
In the end, our second round lasted another hour.
"Haaa..."
After two massive fuck sessions, Bernehardt let out a long, troubled sigh. I sat beside her and reached out, squeezing her firm breast.
"Don't touch..."
Her refusal lacked any real force.
"For a teacher to do something so immoral... I must've gone mad for a moment... I said don't touch."
I ignored her and kept groping her breast.
Why tell someone not to touch such perfect tits?
I couldn't comprehend it.
"No helping it. I am too handsome, after all."
"Sigh... True, but I'm not some demon who judges people by their faces. Still... you have this weird scent. Like something delicious..."
Definitely the power of my abilities and sex skills.
"I have no excuse, even with ten mouths. I'd get reported to the academy ethics committee and fired on the spot."
"Teacher and student can't do it?"
"Well... I'm not sure if there's a rule, but this is a matter of common sense."
"As long as we keep quiet, no one will know."
Now even she wasn't protesting my hand tormenting her breast.
From today on, Bernehardt and I would have a special relationship.
Contrary to her appearance, Bernehardt was a surprisingly tidy woman. With her muscle-packed, macho build and rough skin covered in small scars, she gave off the vibe of a barbaric warrior who wouldn't even state her name—but she was a proper academy teacher.
To teach at the academy, you needed not just physical prowess but exceptional brains. The students admitted were mostly golden spoons with above-average educations.
Of course, there were rare muscle-headed teachers whose brains were as dumb as their brawn, and lower-class students like me who'd barely scraped into the academy from poverty—but they were exceptions.
Even the Oracle Dorm kids were middle-class or above by Three Worlds standards. They just lagged behind the other dorms.
Dinner was cooked by Bernehardt herself. Cooking was one of her hobbies, as mentioned in the original novel.
A hardcore drinker who even brewed her own infusions, she was also skilled in the kitchen. Though her specialties leaned toward drinking snacks, which was a minor shame. The food was delicious regardless.
"Thanks for the meal."
I enjoyed heavily seasoned meat dishes, stew, and a salty nut-based dessert.
Perfect with a drink, but Bernehardt wouldn't let me have any alcohol. It felt oddly prudish after we'd already fucked, but I didn't point it out. Everyone has their inflexible quirks.
"Ahem. I'll step out for a smoke."
I handed her the Purification Cigarette as she awkwardly stood.
◈ A special cigarette with a fragrant aroma and flavor. The beneficial substances it contains purify the body.
◈ Production was halted due to divisive taste preferences, making it extremely hard to obtain.
※ The best way to look cool without harming your health.
"How about one of these?"
"...A student possessing cigarettes violates academy rules."
"It's not your average smoke. You'll love it after one puff."
"Sigh... That's a 5-point demerit."
No mercy on demerits. Apparently, there were no rules against teacher-student sex, but cigarettes were fair game.
Was that why she nixed the booze too?
How many points did I have now? I pulled out my student handbook to check: 34 points. I'd racked up some volunteer hours to whittle it down, but at this rate, I'd hit 50 soon. Time to squeeze in more volunteering.
"Confiscated."
Bernehardt took my cigarettes. She was a boozehound and a chain-smoker. Booze and smokes—she did all the bad stuff.
She returned after three minutes, reeking pleasantly of mint. She'd smoked the one I gave her. Pulling out the pack, she asked me,
"Where do they sell these?"
"Like it?"
"Fragrant. I've thought about quitting many times, but this... I could smoke it forever. And it's no ordinary cig. Mana grass? I can sense faint mana in the smoke."
"Dunno. A friend from home gave it to me."
"Human Realm has some fine imports. I'll grab some next trip down."
"Take me with you~!"
I shot my hand up boldly, asking her out. Her face flushed slightly at my words.
Up close, she seemed more cute kitten than fierce lion. Who'd call this woman an ogre? She was adorably irresistible.
Riding the mood, I cupped her ass in my hand. More blatant than a pervy boss groping at work.
Bernehardt's eyes sharpened like a beast's. But she neither raised her hand nor pulled away. She'd gone too far to play coy now.
"Don't. I'm a teacher."
"Be my girlfriend when we're alone."
"Ahem! What do you take teachers for?"
"C'mon~ Be my girlfriend~ Pleeease?"
I tilted my head and gazed up at her from my seat.
A handsome face packs a punch. If it were my original self, she'd have slapped me nine times out of ten.
"E-even if you look at me like that..."
"No one's around. Off-duty, I'll call you just Bernehardt. Okay~?"
"Nngh... How far do you plan to push?"
"We've matched lower mouths already. Can't we do this too? Bernehardt~ C'mon."
I kneaded her ass pleadingly.
With a short sigh, Bernehardt looked at me, her face a mix of flustered embarrassment. The mint from the Purification Cigarette she'd just smoked smelled great.
"Sigh... You're impossible. Fine. But only when we're alone."
"Yay~ Bernehardt's the best~ Wait, you're my girlfriend now, so nicknames it is. Bunny from now on when alone."
"D-don't call me something so cheesy~!"
"Nope! Bunny's perfect."
My naughty hand now invaded her breasts.
"Bunny. Dinner's done, so one more round? You want it too, right?"
"Nngh... You beast."
"Who's the beast? Look, Bunny's nipples are rock-hard already."
Teasing her stiffened nipples made Bunny's ears turn beet red. She growled, shivering like a dog with a stepped-on tail.
"Don't tease!"
"Haha. Sorry. Bunny's too cute."
"Cute...? Me cute?"
The epitome of a warrior, Bernehardt's weakness was being called cute. She was a berserker light-years from adorable, but she was still a woman.
No man hates being called handsome; women melt most for "cute." It hit even harder for a fate-burdened warrior like her.
"Obviously. Would I lie to my Bunny? Hehe. Love the praise that much? Your ears are tomato-red."
"Ngh! You are teasing!"
"Not at all. C'mon, one more. Your lower mouth's begging for cock already."
We coupled four more times. I got 10 demerit points for curfew violation外出.