Meeting an Underworld Contact
"Amazing, Professor. Twenty-four bottles in a single day? That's four more than I expected."
"Hehe, thank you for the praise. It's all thanks to you, Arwen."
"Your handjob technique has improved a lot compared to the beginning too. Your movements are getting quite lewd."
"...There's no need to praise me for that."
At five in the afternoon, after all academy classes had ended and students were focusing on their personal activities, I found myself in the private research lab of the alchemy professor whose lectures I attended. It wasn't because of any wholesome reason like seeking extra academic guidance out of overflowing study enthusiasm—unless you counted my overflowing semen as a valid excuse.
Right now, the female professor sitting before me showed no particular anger even after receiving compliments that bordered on sexual harassment from her student. More precisely, she was kneeling in front of the student she taught, her hand wrapped around his cock and stroking it. And she was completely naked except for a pair of panties, her breasts fully exposed.
If anyone else discovered our relationship, Emilia wouldn't just lose her position as a professor. My own suspension would be all but guaranteed. But that was something we could avoid by being careful. Right now, enjoying Emilia's handjob came first.
"Professor, drool on it a little more."
"Haa... I still don't understand what's so good about this perverted act..."
Despite her complaints, Emilia stuck out her tongue and let her saliva drip onto my cock. Every time her hand moved, the wet, squelching sound of saliva echoed through the lab. As her warm hand enveloped my shaft, now slick with precum and her spit, it almost felt like I was inside her pussy.
Though she refused to admit it, Emilia's skill at servicing a man was steadily improving.
"Hngh, Professor, I'm about to cum."
"Go ahead. But if you cum on my face like yesterday, pinching won't be the end of it this time."
"...Understood."
I had no desire to experience that insect-bite-like pain again. Emilia smiled in satisfaction at my answer and quickened her strokes for the final spurt. Her massive breasts bounced with every movement of her hand. Both the tactile and visual stimulation were top-tier.
With Emilia's increasingly skilled hand movements, my cock began to tremble like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Soon after, thick semen forcefully shot out from the tip. Once ejaculation began, Emilia skillfully caught every drop.
"Still this concentrated... Your virility is truly remarkable, Arwen."
Emilia's attitude as she examined the semen in the glass cup was far more relaxed than when she used to recoil at the sight of a cock. It seemed she'd built up a tolerance to male genitalia after diligently milking me for the past two days.
'Well, of course. I've rubbed it on her hands, tongue, breasts, armpits, thighs, feet, and even between her ass cheeks. Every part of her body except her pussy has been used to service my cock, so it's only natural.'
I'd tasted every part of Emilia with my cock except her pussy. I'd promised from the start that I would never demand actual sex, and Emilia had stubbornly refused anyway. Even my request to put just three centimeters inside had been rejected. Still, it was an incredibly happy school life. After class, a beautiful professor personally took care of my sexual needs. It was every male student's fantasy.
Meanwhile, my Stamina stat, which had been stagnant for a while, had finally grown again after a long time—though the growth wasn't particularly satisfying.
'I must've cum dozens of times, yet it only went up four points. At this rate, maybe I really do need to try impregnation sex to see some real growth?'
While I was lost in thought, Emilia had already put on her robe and was preparing to make potions. The handjob just now had been my final ejaculation for the day. With today's milking complete, it was now Emilia's turn to use that semen to create the male enhancement drug we'd named Viagrak.
As Emilia poured the collected semen from the glass into a large flask, she spoke.
"Tomorrow's the day, isn't it? The day we go meet your contact."
"I was planning to submit an outing request as soon as I get back to the dorm anyway."
I'd already prepared an excuse for the outing request: purchasing clothes for the banquet tomorrow evening. This morning, while leaving the dorm, I'd overheard groups of popular students mentioning that quite a few had applied for outings to buy party outfits.
"That's perfect. Come to think of it, you still haven't told me where we're going. Isn't it about time you let me in on it?"
I hadn't told Emilia the name of my underworld contact or where we were meeting. It wasn't because I feared she'd betray me and contact them first, but because I worried she might act rashly. Besides, that contact was close enough that Emilia could easily find them on her own if she wanted.
"Alright. The place we're going is..."
"Where is it?"
"The city of Bremen."
Upon hearing the name Bremen, Emilia tossed aside her underwear, proudly thrust out her perky breasts, and rushed toward me.
"Bremen? You don't mean the Bremen right next to the academy, do you?"
"That's exactly the one. The person we're meeting is currently running a business in Bremen."
"That can't be right. Bremen's security is said to be even stricter than the capital's."
Emilia's expression showed she couldn't believe my words. Her reaction was understandable. Bremen, the city most frequently visited by academy students, was set up to have extremely tight security. Within two to three kilometers of the academy, soldiers personally selected by the academy patrolled with watchful eyes, searching for any suspicious individuals who might threaten student safety.
But the guy we were meeting had managed to establish his own nest even under the academy's strict surveillance. His brothers all shared an undeniable passion for business.
"I was even considering preparing a carriage, but to think it was this close... I never imagined he'd be in such heavily guarded Bremen."
"No matter the place, bugs always find somewhere to hide. Anyway, our destination tomorrow is Bremen."
"...Understood. I'll trust you, Arwen."
* * *
Under the warm sunlight of Bremen, I was walking along the brick-paved streets of the city's central square. A heavy bag filled with Viagrak bottles hung from my shoulder.
The lively streets of Bremen were filled with young people moving about in groups. They were probably academy students like me, enjoying a brief escape from academic pressure and savoring the city's freedom. The cheerful chatter of students sitting at outdoor tables, sipping mysterious drinks, tickled my ears.
But before I could fully enjoy the peaceful atmosphere, my companion's anxious whisper beside me ruined the moment.
"Arwen, are you sure this is the right way? With so many students around, what if someone recognizes us..."
"That's why we went through the trouble of disguising ourselves. And from now on, my name isn't Arwen—it's 'Albert.' And you're 'Cassandra,' Professor. I've told you this several times already..."
Without even turning my head toward Emilia, I muttered as if I were a ventriloquist.
"S-Sorry..."
Ever since entering Bremen, Emilia—now going by Cassandra—responded in a dejected voice. Walking with her head hung low, she wore the typical witch outfit we knew from the game world. Of course, as expected from a witch in an adult game, the outfit was far from ordinary.
The black robe decorated with white lace left Emilia's lewd thighs and pubic area completely exposed. The fabric hanging down to her ankles barely covered her pussy and anus. The hole at her navel—whose purpose was unclear—and the chest area that revealed the underside of her breasts stimulated a man's desires.
Of course, Emilia hadn't willingly worn this cosplay outfit straight out of a porn video. She had said that wearing this robe was the easiest way to prove she was the creator of the Viagrak potion. Hard to believe, but this perverted outfit was officially recognized by the Imperial Magic Tower as a witch's attire. In other words, it wasn't just some adult costume—it was proof of the wearer's skill.
Besides, if she'd worn her usual apprentice professor's robe, it would've immediately drawn the students' attention.
"Haa... Every time I wear this outfit, I regret becoming a witch."
Emilia grumbled as she reluctantly changed clothes. However, on the streets, there were several other women besides Emilia wearing revealing Elysia Church robes or bikini armor, walking around with confident expressions and showing no signs of shame. They were probably adventurers active in this area.
I quietly whispered to Emilia, who stood in stark contrast to the adventurers.
"Cassandra, please don't walk around with your head down like you've done something wrong. It'll only make the guards more suspicious. You've changed your hair color and even put on a veil—no one will recognize you."
"E-Even so... Hoo, alright, Ar... I mean, Albert."
Emilia answered awkwardly and lifted her head, though her steps remained stiff as she walked down the street. I wasn't entirely confident she'd actually understood.
Like Emilia, I was also in disguise. My distinctive silver hair had been dyed a common blond using one of Emilia's potions. It was a convenient item that dyed your hair just by drinking it, though the effect would wear off over time. Combined with Emilia's large glasses, there was no way anyone would recognize me as a member of the Reinhardt family—as long as Cassandra didn't do anything reckless.
'Damn it, I need to hurry before we actually get stopped for questioning.'
I had to quicken my pace before Emilia caused trouble. The weight of the bag full of Viagrak made my shoulders ache, but there was no helping it.
Fortunately, our destination wasn't far. It was the tavern district at the southernmost part of Bremen's south district. As expected of a street responsible for the pleasures of weary city workers, various taverns lined the area. Since the sun was still high in the sky, most taverns were closed, waiting for night to fall again. Of course, some remained open for those who wanted a quiet drink.
"This way, Cassandra."
I led Emilia into one of the taverns tucked away in an alley, bearing the sign "Angel's Share." Inside, a woman sat quietly sipping from a glass, and a middle-aged bartender wearing a bow tie stood behind the counter.
'Alright, just stay calm and do it like I remember.'
I approached the bartender, who was polishing a glass with complete disinterest despite having customers, and ordered a cocktail with a complicated name.
"Master, one Orichalcon from the Regens Mountains, please."
The bartender, who hadn't shown any change in expression until now, finally twitched his eyebrows at my order.
"...Understood. Please wait a moment."
The bartender mixed various unknown liquors and created a deep turquoise cocktail.
"Here you are."
He placed the finished cocktail in front of me. Having completed his task, the bartender returned to silently polishing glasses. Since I had no further business with him either, I quietly savored the cocktail before me.
The cocktail, garnished with a lemon slice, tasted as excellent as its flashy appearance suggested. The alcohol tingling down my throat after so long was refreshing. After cleanly finishing the glass, I quietly stood up and left the tavern.
The moment we stepped out of Angel's Share, Emilia asked in a sulky voice.
"Albert, can you explain to me now why we're here? Don't tell me you were just craving a drink..."
Emilia was still using the alias even though no one was around. She must be getting used to it. Of course, we hadn't come all this way just to enjoy some alcohol like she suspected.
I held up a key right in front of Emilia's eyes.
"What's that key?"
"It was inside the glass I just drank from."
While speaking, I slowly walked toward the alley behind Angel's Share.
"W-Wait! I'm coming with you!"
Emilia hurriedly chased after me. Behind Angel's Share was a staircase leading underground. Carefully descending the stairs, we found a firmly closed iron door. When I inserted the key from Angel's Share into the keyhole—
Creak. Clank.
With a loud noise, the iron door opened on its own, revealing a dark passage beyond.
"Huuu... What is this place..."
Making a sound like a frightened puppy, Emilia clung tightly to my left arm as we stepped into the passage. Step by step, we walked slowly through the pitch-black corridor that seemed to be a storage area for Angel's Share. Finally, when we reached the end of the passage, a shadow suddenly jumped out from behind a wooden barrel leaning against the wall.
"Kyaaah!"
Emilia screamed as if she'd seen a ghost at the sudden appearance of the shadow. But it wasn't a ghost. The owner of the shadow was a hairy man no taller than a child.
"Never seen your faces before. Who are you two?"
The potbellied man glared at us with a grumpy expression, his eyes rolling around. His true identity wasn't some underground beggar, but the second Wolfgang—the owner of Bremen's secret shop, built for players.