Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Midterms
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Aren gazed at Veronica's chest, now quiet, right in front of his nose.
Her breasts were enormous. He didn't know the exact size... but if he had to guess, they were at least an E cup. His master was that size, and Veronica looked about the same from the outside, so it was probably spot on.
'Pretty tits.'
Despite their massive size, there wasn't a hint of sag. Truth be told, even big breasts could kill the mood if they weren't shaped nicely.
Just imagine.
You unwrap them with pounding anticipation, only to find they look like some shriveled granny's saggy sacks.
Of course, breasts were great in their own right... but when they were both big and perfectly shaped, it was the cherry on top.
In that sense, Veronica was the ultimate woman.
Face, personality, body.
Nothing lacking.
Especially those pink nipples at the tips, untouched by any darkening—they practically begged to be sucked.
"...They're pretty."
"...Shut up."
She turned her head, face flushing red, as if desperate to hide it from him.
Her sharp words lacked any real bite. She'd already been devoured by his devouring gaze long ago.
He chuckled softly and pressed his face right up to her breasts.
Feeling his hot breath amid the cold training hall air, she shivered.
"Hah...!"
In that instant, Aren took one breast into his mouth. His free hand gripped the other.
"Haang...!"
—Churup
Her nipple was incredibly sweet.
Not literally sugary, of course, but sucking a big mouthful and rolling his tongue over the nipple made it feel that way.
'Wait, does it actually taste like something?'
One key factor in tasting food was smell. No matter how delicious, without the aroma, the flavor fell flat.
In that sense, smell was basically taste.
So, Veronica's unique, fragrant body scent—wasn't that her flavor?
"Huaang...! Hah...! W-Why with your mouth...! Hng!"
She reacted, but Aren didn't stop. If anything, he clung tighter, greedily devouring her breasts.
He'd circle her hardened nipple with his soft tongue, or trace lazy circles around the areola.
Sometimes he'd suck on the fleshy side, other times give the nipple a light nip.
—Shiver shiver
"Heut... Hah...!"
She hugged his head, stifling her moans.
No leaks allowed. This was a private training ground, but the hallway outside was public.
What if someone passing by heard?
What then?
'Ah, no...♡'
Anything but that.
Like cold water dousing her, Veronica snapped back. She frantically loosened her arms around his head and tried to push him away—
"Ha-ut...!"
—Tremble tremble
But a hand suddenly slid up her thigh, making her miss the timing.
Aren stroked her thigh with his fingertips while sucking her nipple.
Covered in stockings, he couldn't feel bare skin, but maybe because they were expensive—the texture was surprisingly nice.
"St-Stop...! Hng...! Please...!"
Veronica thrashed to escape the crashing waves of pleasure, even without penetration, threatening to shatter her mind.
Sensing she was nearing her limit, Aren amped up his tongue work.
'Honestly, the mana circuit expansion finished ages ago.'
She might not have noticed, but it was done before he even lifted her clothes.
This was pure selfishness now.
She'd lacked clear judgment earlier, but now that her head was clear, stopping might make her avoid him for a while.
No.
If he was lucky, she'd just ignore him. Worst case, she'd dodge his face entirely.
His actions preyed on her weakness—cowardly, really.
So he couldn't stop.
Not until he'd made her cum from breast play alone, at least.
"Hah...! Heut... Huaang...! Pl-Please... Uhng...! Haa...!"
And after about five more minutes?
Her body shivered.
Aren instinctively knew she'd had a small orgasm.
".........♡"
Her thighs quaked, nearly buckling. He quickly pulled her into his embrace.
Thus, Aren and Veronica shared warmth in a tight hug for a while.
Even if her thighs were soaked, staining her stockings darker, and her breasts still exposed obscenely.
"........."
His sincere, affectionate embrace warmed a corner of her heart with strange satisfaction.
Veronica buried her face in his shoulder, savoring that loving warmth.
...She also lacked the courage to look up at him straight now.
He simply stroked her hair gently, waiting.
Letting her fully bask in the afterglow of her first pleasure, and etch the new sensation of a warm hug into her soul.
...
..
How much time passed?
Veronica lifted her head just a fraction. Sweat-dampened bangs veiled her eyes, but it was enough to see his face.
He smiled down at her.
He chuckled softly.
"Kiss next time. I want to save it a bit longer."
"...Wh-Who said I would? And a sudden kiss out of nowhere."
"You won't even if it's necessary?"
"............No. You're lying about it being necessary anyway."
"Busted, huh?"
"...You think I wouldn't notice? Even when you were sucking my breasts like that... the mana circuit expansion was already done."
"...You've got me."
His frank admission made her want to ask why.
Just what was the reason?
...
But she didn't bother.
She already knew, anyway.
She bumped her head against his shoulder.
"...Idiot."
Surprisingly, things with Veronica didn't fall apart.
She'd glare occasionally, call him a pervert, reflexively pull away?
Considering he'd braced for total cutoff, this was a steal.
Anyway, as the saying went—first time's the hardest—the rest followed smoothly. He kept up the promised training and "medical" mana circuit expansions... disguised as skinship galore. He finished expanding all her circuits.
Before he knew it, midterms were upon them.
As Professor Sierra had announced, midterms were team-based.
Aren, Veronica, and Lydia formed a team for the exam.
"I-It's great we could team up..."
"Yeah."
He agreed with Lydia's soft mutter.
Luckily, Aren was top rank, Veronica teetered at the upper mid, Lydia solid mid-pack—they fit perfectly.
If Veronica's entrance rank had been a smidge higher, impossible combo.
"But next time, we might not make a team."
"Wh-Why?"
"Your grades—and hers—will rise, right?"
"Ah..."
Lydia nodded at his confident words.
Written exams were aced ages ago; only practical left.
Practicing with top-ranked Aren? Low scores seemed impossible.
Rank-ups inevitable.
"Veronica's will skyrocket especially."
"Veronica? Why...?"
"We did some special training. Right?"
Aren ambiguously patted between her waist and hip.
"Eut... Y-Yeah, Lydia."
She shivered her thighs reflexively, blushing faintly as she replied. She glared with feigned contempt.
...To onlookers, it just looked like cute pouting.
Watching, Lydia tilted her head at their weird vibe.
What happened...?
No clue.
Aren ignored the curious stares around them and scanned the room.
First to catch his eye...
'Rofan protagonists' team, huh.'
Year-wide event, so tons from other departments.
Especially Swordsmanship: Crown Prince's team, Sword Saint's disciple team, Next Northern Grand Duke's team.
'Those'll compete fiercest.'
Perfectly balanced rofan male leads, like someone rigged it.
Oh, Magic Tower Lord's disciple Ferris's team too—but he was outclassed ages ago. No threat. Probably last in the heroine race too.
...
'Wait, which team's the rofan heroine on?'
Didn't know her name, but her beauty stuck—he spotted her easy.
'Crown Prince's team.'
Hmm.
"...Protagonist treatment, as expected."
"Huh? What'd you say, Aren?"
"Oh, just mumbling."
"Ahang...?"
He patted her cute-sounding head. Professor Sierra ascended the podium.