The Professor's Voluptuous Body as a Side Dish

In the office where a masturbation session was about to unfold, Emilia tried to slip away quickly, only to be caught. Her face stiffened immediately.

I looked at the flustered Emilia and made my demand without hesitation: stimulation intense enough to satisfy my cock. And the exact stimulation I wanted was standing right before my eyes.

"Of course there's a problem. As you know, Professor, a man needs the right kind of stimulation to ejaculate properly."

I moved my hand up and down in an obvious gesture, silently asking her to use hers. Even though I hadn't asked to borrow a hole, Emilia's face turned deathly pale behind her glasses.

"You can't possibly mean you want me to stroke it for you? No way. I've never done anything like that in my life. My hands are rough from calluses, and I'm sure it wouldn't feel good for you at all, Arwen."

Emilia waved her hands desperately, looking like she might cry at any moment as she refused. I considered pushing for a handjob anyway, trusting the conversational bonuses from my Protagonist of an Adult Game trait. But she seemed even more innocent about men than Masha, so I gave up on direct physical contact.

Instead, I asked for visual stimulation rather than anything hands-on.

"All right, I won't force you to service me. But you should take responsibility for calling a student into your private office and making him masturbate, shouldn't you?"

"R-responsibility? What exactly are you going to make me do?"

To the trembling Emilia, I pointed at her enormous breasts that not even her robe could hide.

"I want to masturbate while admiring your body, Professor Emilia."

The words came out like something a pervert would say—using her breasts as a side dish for my masturbation—but I felt not a single ounce of shame or guilt.

After all, she's the one who asked a student to masturbate in her office. This much is fair, right?

Of course, Emilia looked utterly flustered by the male student's lewd request.

"That's insane. How could a professor and student do something so shameless..."

"It's not a professor-student relationship. We're equal partners in this. Of course, we haven't decided on cooperation yet. Whether I join your plan depends on your sincerity, Professor."

"Hngh... that's too much..."

The moment the word "sincerity" left my mouth, Emilia let out a soft moan and her eyes wavered. She was clearly torn between showing her breasts to obtain the high-density mana semen she'd barely found, or preserving her pride as a professor and searching for another collaborator.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Emilia seemed to reach a decision and spoke.

"...It's really just showing, right? You won't ask to touch them with your hands or suck on them or anything, correct?"

She'd used those blunt words to confirm I wouldn't touch her, but it had the opposite effect. Damn, she talks just as arousingly as that voluptuous body of hers.

Hearing such explicit language from someone who didn't seem to have any experience with men only made me want to taste her even more. I suddenly longed to hold Emilia's plush, pillow-soft body in my arms.

Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm definitely going to fuck Emilia.

Everything starts with the first step, and right now that meant getting her clothes off. I gave her a line far more effective than some sleazy "Trust your oppa at the motel" line.

"I have no other requests. I swear it in the name of Goddess Elysia."

Well, I don't actually believe in any goddess.

I had no idea if a goddess existed in this possessed world. I'd seen a few priests using holy power inside the game, but I'd never seen the goddess herself. If Elysia truly existed, I'd love to try some holy sex that brings the goddess to climax right in front of her followers. A goddess should be beautiful, after all. It was precisely because I had such blasphemous thoughts that I could borrow her name without hesitation.

And naturally, the effect was perfect on citizens of the empire, where the Elysia Church was the state religion.

"All right. If you're swearing before Lady Elysia, I'll trust you, Arwen."

Our poor Emilia had just chosen to trust the sex-crazed demon who'd been enthusiastically pounding maids and sex slaves right up until the day before arriving at the academy.

I didn't give her time to reconsider and quickly moved on to the next step.

"Understood. Then I'll begin right away."

I stripped off the cumbersome upper robe with its dangling pure-gold buttons and tossed it onto the sofa. Next came my pants—time to take out my cock.

"I'm taking my pants off, so don't panic."

"..."

The female professor watched her student's undressing in rigid silence. I couldn't read what was going on behind those dreamy eyes of hers. Regardless of her reaction, I undid my belt and slid my pants down. My cock, which hadn't had a chance to be seen by a woman since leaving the mansion, sprang out with a heavy bounce.

Maybe because I'd been imagining fucking Emilia, it was already half-hard. At the sight of my massive cock—over nineteen centimeters even before full erection—Emilia screamed rather than admired it. And it hadn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even gone inside her yet.

"Hiiik? What is that impossible size? Did you get some kind of modification surgery?"

"I even warned you not to be surprised. Didn't you already see it with that blessing of yours that reads mana flow?"

"Th-that's what I keep saying! I only looked at the mana flow, like I told you before! I had no idea it would be this enormous. Or... maybe a size like that is necessary to contain the amount of mana I observed?"

Emilia was muttering to herself again.

"I don't know what you think, Professor, but other women like it quite a lot."

I picked up the pants from the floor and tossed them onto the sofa. It wasn't a lie. If Masha and Raibel had been here, they would've rushed forward arguing over who got to taste it first.

With both pants and underwear removed, my lower body was completely naked, exactly as I'd been born into this world. The preparations to masturbate for Emilia's experiment were complete.

"Enough talk about the size of my cock. Now it's your turn, Professor Emilia."

"U-um... do I really have to take everything off? You seem like you could manage just fine on your own..."

"I overcame my own embarrassment and stripped to help you, Professor. I won't force myself on you, so don't worry."

"Huuu... O-okay. Just give me a moment to prepare myself..."

Emilia took a deep breath so large her chest visibly swelled, then grabbed the hem of her robe. Her hand trembled violently as she clutched the fabric. Then, very slowly, she began ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lifting it.

As the plain, unadorned robe gradually rolled upward, more and more of Emilia's bare skin was revealed. When it passed her thighs, her underwear came into view—a pair of beige panties covering the thick, inviting mound between her voluptuous thighs. They were rather plain compared to the black lace panties I'd used to seduce Masha or the ones Masha herself wore. Not the sort of underwear a noblewoman would normally choose. It seemed her claim of being short on money wasn't a lie.

"If I'd known it would come to this, I would have worn something nicer..."

Her face flushed bright red like she'd stepped into a sauna ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when she noticed my blatant stare at her panties.

I offered her some comfort.

"Don't be embarrassed. You'll be taking those off soon anyway."

"Taking off my underwear? You never said that!"

"Of course I did. The promise was to show me your body, not your underwear."

"This can't be..."

Even as despair filled her face at the realization she'd have to show everything, Emilia kept lifting the robe. As more skin was exposed, her breathing grew rougher and rougher. Past the soft belly that looked perfect to grab, the robe finally reached her upper chest.

And there they were—Emilia's enormous breasts, fully revealed. They rested in a beige bra that matched her panties, rivaling Isabel's in sheer size. The bra seemed slightly too small; hints of pink areola peeked out. Even the slightest movement sent them jiggling as if someone were fondling them.

The female professor stood there with her robe hiked up, breasts and pussy completely exposed to a male student, and spoke in a pitiful voice.

"Please don't stare so openly. I know my body is strange. It just jiggles uselessly."

"It's not strange at all. It's incredibly attractive."

I meant every word. I wanted to bury my face between those breasts right then and there.

"A-attractive?!"

Emilia twisted her body in embarrassment at the unexpected compliment, then bit down on the lifted robe.

"Eh'm gonnah tahk iht ohff nowh."

With that muffled pronunciation, she began removing the constricting underwear that had been covering her breasts and pussy one piece at a time. The soft sounds of fabric sliding over skin filled the room as Emilia finally stood completely naked before the student.

"I'll begin now."

With a top-tier masturbation aid that could only be called divine placed before me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking. Truthfully, my patience had already been at its limit even before she'd removed her underwear.

My right hand pumped up and down along the thick shaft while my eyes stayed locked on Emilia's pristine nipples and pussy—places no man's tongue had likely ever touched. I imagined biting those nipples, pressing my glans against her warm cervix in a kiss, and the sounds Emilia would make after losing her virginity. I focused entirely on pleasuring myself.

"Hah... hah... Emilia..."

"..."

Emilia said nothing as she watched me masturbate while moaning her name, but she must have known. She must have realized that in the mind of the student jerking off in front of her, her own body was being thoroughly violated.

I noticed her nipples slowly hardening as she watched. The untrimmed hair between her legs made it hard to see, but I was certain her lower lips were growing wet as well.

Without stopping my hand, I spoke to her.

"Huk... hah... If you want, Professor, you can enjoy yourself too."

"No! How could I do something like that in front of a student!"

"Huugh... That student is currently masturbating in front of his professor, you know?"

"Th-that's enough. Please just hurry and don't mind me."

Even without her urging, my cock—finally getting release after three days—was already throbbing, ready to explode.

"Kugh! Then I'll cum now!"

Right before semen surged from my urethra, I grabbed the glass cup Emilia had given me earlier and unloaded into it. Since she'd shown me her nude body, the least I could do was give her a proper reward.

Careful not to spill a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠single drop, I filled the cold glass with my poor little swimmers that would soon be reborn as a potent aphrodisiac.

"Huu... All done. Here you are, Professor Emi—"

Before I could finish, Emilia snatched the cup from my hand in a flash. Still completely naked, she stared at the fresh semen with open admiration.

"Unbelievable. To have this level of mana cohesion from mere human bodily fluid!"

"Is it enough as a catalyst?"

I asked while gathering my discarded clothes and dressing again.

"Enough? It's more than enough—the mana content actually exceeds my expectations. Of course, that's not much of a problem for my skills."

The shy, naked woman from moments ago had vanished. Emilia had fully regained her dignified scholar's demeanor and immediately began her experiment. While colorful flames sparked and a foul smell filled the air, I sat quietly on the sofa and waited.

A short while later...

"It's finished, Arwen."

Emilia called out to me as I watched her work in a daze. She wore a bright smile. Inside the flask before her, the liquid that had been purple earlier now glowed transparent like precum.

"It's done?"

"Yes. From purity to the amount of contained mana, it's all top-grade."

"I'm glad you got a satisfactory result."

"Hehe. It's all thanks to you, Arwen."

"Mind if I take a look too?"

When I reached out, Emilia poured the potion into a familiar glass bottle used for ordinary potions and handed it over. The moment I took the potency elixir made from my own semen, the item window appeared for the first time in a while.

From my experiences so far, the item window didn't appear for just anything. It only showed itself when I obtained an item recognized by this world's system, like status or quest windows. Buying apple pie from a street stall wouldn't trigger it.

As expected of a system-approved item, Emilia's potency potion had two separate virility-boosting effects. But the most eye-catching one was the genital size increase. The idea of enlarging yourself with a single bottle instead of surgery was incredible. I could already picture lustful nobles crawling on all fours with money in their mouths if the effect was even temporary.

This could be useful for me too.

The moment I finished reading the window for this tiny, still-unnamed potency potion, an idea struck me like lightning. This was definitely going to make money. If I could establish a proper sales route, a fortune would rain down on us. Backing out of an opportunity like this wouldn't be very protagonist-like.

"I'll do it."

"What? What did you just..."

"I'll cooperate in your business, Professor."

I grinned as I spoke.

"R-really?"

Emilia's eyes widened like saucers. They sparkled like the gold we were about to earn. Forgetting I'd just been stroking my cock in front of her, she grabbed my right hand and shook it vigorously. Her two massive melons, still uncovered by underwear, jiggled beneath her robe in time with our movements.

"Thank you, Arwen! I'll never forget this kindness. When should we start collecting semen? Today? Tomorrow?"

The instant Emilia fired off her words like a machine gun, a familiar ding tickled my ears. She didn't seem to hear it at all. Of course not—this was the sound of a quest window appearing, something only the protagonist could perceive.

But this situation made no sense. I had already received the quest to become lovers with Aries. Elysia Story only allowed one quest at a time. Once accepted, it couldn't be canceled; the stupid system only offered success or failure. Yet the moment I decided to cooperate with Emilia, an impossible new quest had appeared.

The previous quest to become lovers with Aries, whose text had been corrupted, had vanished completely. In its place was this new, perfectly normal quest involving Emilia. The text, time limit, and rewards were all intact.

What the hell is going on...

The joy of potentially earning a fortune disappeared in an instant. An ominous premonition filled my mind. Something unknown to me had just occurred.