Sex, Contract, All Successful
How much time had passed since Arwen and I began having sex? The witch's robe I had been wearing was long since discarded. Arwen and I were now rolling across the bed, our naked bodies entwined. Our mingled fluids and saliva had become a sticky adhesive, binding us together in a slick, viscous mess. His calves were tangled lewdly with mine.
Chuuup, chuuuup.
Arwen sucked greedily at my nipple like a child nursing at his mother's breast. Of course, unlike an actual infant, he was simultaneously thrusting his hips, driving his cock deep inside me with every movement. What kind of child would ever fuck his own mother?
'Well, if it were Arwen, I suppose anything is possible.'
Arwen was the very incarnation of pleasure. Ever since I surrendered my body to him, I had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated inside me. My womb had long since become a pond overflowing with his seed. The way he devoured my body with such ravenous hunger made it clear he would never be satisfied until every woman he desired—mother or sister included—was firmly in his grasp. He was the kind of man who could surrender himself so completely to pleasure that it made you wonder how anyone could ever let go like that.
But in this small room, Arwen was not the only one drowning in ecstasy.
"More! Please, suck the breasts of this perverted professor who gets excited from having her student nurse on them♡"
'What am I even saying right now?'
My head felt dizzy, as if I were drunk. I could no longer tell whether the words coming out of my mouth—words that sounded like something a lonely widow might moan while bedding a younger man—were truly mine, or whether this entire scene of me having sex with Arwen was even real anymore.
"Haaang♡ Haang, my pussy feels so good being pounded like this♡"
'Right. There's no way I would ever say something so lewd.'
If I told myself this wasn't reality but a dream, my heart felt lighter. If it was just a dream, then I could simply enjoy the pleasure spreading through my entire body without guilt.
"I'm going to cum inside Emilia soon. Ugh, take it all into your womb. That's fine, right?"
Arwen pulled his mouth away from my now-swollen nipple and spoke. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he focused on the movement of his hips. At some point, he had stopped calling me "Professor" and begun using my name instead. Yet the thought of a student addressing me by name didn't bother me in the slightest. On the contrary, every time Arwen looked me straight in the eye and called my name, my lower abdomen tightened with a delicious squeeze. The way he treated me not as his professor but as his woman sent shivers of pleasure racing down my spine.
My womb was already packed full of his semen—there was no room left for more—but that didn't matter.
"I want it♡ Haah, haah... I want Arwen's cum♡ Please cum as much as you like inside Emilia's womb!"
"Good girl, Emilia. A woman who answers honestly deserves a reward, doesn't she?"
"Give it to me♡ Fill this female professor who's moaning on her student's cock with your semen♡!!"
Arwen gently stroked my head—the same head that was now begging for his seed—with the tender touch of a parent praising a child. Soon after, I felt his cock buried inside me begin to twitch and throb. Just before he came, I wrapped my legs around his back, the very legs he had praised so many times before. Though Arwen had the slender build of a swordsman's descendant, his back was far more solid than it appeared. I clung to that hardness with my entire body and prepared to receive his release.
"Nngh, I'm cumming!"
Hot semen gushed from Arwen's cock, flooding my insides. At the same time, the climax of being creampied—an act that had addicted me to men in less than half a day—crashed over my body.
"Gah, gah, I'm cumming from being creampied♡"
Drunk on the heat of pleasure, darkness finally claimed my vision.
* * *
"Hoo, I really am at my limit now..."
I had squeezed out every last drop of semen and poured it into Emilia. My balls, wrung dry to the point of shriveling, felt completely empty. Emilia's womb was now swimming with my seed. If today happened to be her fertile day, there was no doubt my child would soon take root inside her.
With a wet pop, I pulled my cock out of Emilia's pussy, and a thick stream of the semen I had just pumped into her gushed out. The bed we had been using was a complete mess, stained with the bodily fluids of two people. I stroked Emilia's belly—the belly of a woman who had just lost her virginity in spectacular fashion—and spoke.
"You did well, Professor."
But Emilia didn't answer. Her voluptuous body lay sprawled limply across the bed. She had probably lost consciousness during that final orgasm.
'Making a woman faint from pleasure... I wonder what Father would say if he saw me now.'
Imagining the proud expression that would have crossed the face of Byeon Gang-sik, the former AV actor and my father, made my chest swell with emotion.
While I was lost in that sentimental moment, applause suddenly rang out from behind me.
"Bravo! Magnificent!"
Wolfgang approached, his face flushed—whether from alcohol or excitement, I couldn't tell.
'Oh right, this guy was still here.'
I had completely forgotten about Wolfgang while I was busy biting, licking, and tasting Emilia's body.
'Damn, he came a lot.'
Beneath the table where Wolfgang had been sitting was a puddle of some unidentifiable liquid I had no desire to examine closely. It was almost certainly the evidence of him masturbating while watching us have sex.
"You seem satisfied."
Wolfgang grinned widely, showing off his yellowed teeth.
"Puhahaha, satisfied? If this were a brothel stage, I would've thrown my fifty silver as a tip."
"That's fortunate. Then we can consider the effectiveness of the Viagrak proven, correct?"
"Of course. I saw it with my own two eyes. A virility drug that makes it bigger... truly an incredible invention. If I could, I'd keep it all for myself instead of selling it. Kelkelkel."
While Wolfgang and I were talking, Emilia—the very creator of the Viagrak—finally regained consciousness.
"Mmm, where am I...?"
Emilia sat up, clutching her head like someone suffering from a hangover. I approached her and handed over her robe.
"It's all over now. All that's left is to finalize the contract with Wolfgang. You did well."
"...Is that so? You did well too."
Emilia answered in a dazed voice, as if her mind were elsewhere.
"Wait a moment. Let me help you."
I assisted Emilia as she put her robe back on. Finally, with her hat pulled low, Emilia rose from the bed. Thanks to the fact that she wore no underwear beneath her witch's robe, the semen and love juices still leaking from her pussy dripped straight onto the floor. Yet Emilia paid it no mind and walked toward Wolfgang, leaving a trail of fluids behind her.
Emilia spoke in a small but firm voice.
"So, have you made your decision, Wolfgang?"
Wolfgang nodded.
"Of course. When the creators themselves step forward and demonstrate such clear results, there's no way I'd miss out on such a delicious deal."
I quickly dressed as well and stood beside Emilia.
"We prepared roughly a little over eighty bottles today."
"Eighty bottles... Considering this is our first transaction, that's a reasonable quantity."
"How much do you think we could get per bottle?"
Emilia, who had been listening, finally spoke up. That was naturally her greatest concern.
Wolfgang flicked his fingers in the air as if counting invisible coins.
"We probably won't be able to charge full price right from the start. I'd say around ten to fifteen gold. We might even have to give some away for free at first."
"Ten to fifteen gold? Isn't that far too cheap? We should at least get thirty gold, the same as the existing products..."
Emilia looked confused. Wolfgang kindly explained.
"To break into a market dominated by others, you have no choice but to compromise on price at first. Whether you sell cheap or take a loss, you have to move the product first. Then, once word spreads and demand rises, you can gradually raise the price."
"I... see."
Emilia nodded in understanding.
"Don't be too impatient. With something as effective as your Viagrak, word will spread among the imperial nobles who are obsessed with nighttime activities in no time. We might even be able to charge forty gold, let alone thirty."
"F-Forty gold?!"
Emilia's eyes sparkled at Wolfgang's optimistic words.
'His silver tongue hasn't lost its touch, I see.'
Emilia seemed to have fallen for Wolfgang's flattery, but there was still one final step remaining in the contract with him.
"We've heard your sales philosophy, Wolfgang. So, how should we split the profits between us and you?"
At the mention of profit sharing, Wolfgang's eyes gleamed like a fox spotting prey in the snow. He held up four of his plump fingers.
"Forty-five. I'll take forty-five of the profits I make, and you two can have fifty-five."
"Forty-five isn't even worth considering. We're the only ones who can produce the Viagrak. Let's make it twenty-five."
"Puhahat? Twenty-five? You've got a knack for haggling that doesn't match that pretty face. When selling goods like this, money tends to leak out here and there along the way. The best way to keep other people's eyes and mouths shut is with money. If I only get twenty-five, there won't be much left for me."
Though his mouth was smiling, the dwarf's already small eyes narrowed like a viper's. He clearly had no intention of being led around by some greenhorn human.
Of course, I didn't back down either and met Wolfgang's gaze head-on.
"Understood. In that case, let's go with thirty. But I'll add one condition."
"A condition?"
"From now on, all of our goods will be sold exclusively through you, Wolfgang. Whether it's the Viagrak or any future products."
Wolfgang burst into laughter at my condition.
"Kelkel, you're putting an uncertain future into the contract terms? If it were anyone else, I'd tell them to grab their dick and get lost, but with you two, the story's different."
After a moment of silence, during which Wolfgang twisted his beard as if braiding a rope, he spoke.
"Fine. I'll accept your condition. But let's make it thirty-five instead."
"Think about how much money the Viagrak will bring in. Even if you only take thirty percent, it'll be more than what you'd make selling everything you currently have here."
"That's true, but... still, considering the various risks, thirty-four. No more than that."
"Thirty-two. We also need capital to produce the goods. The ingredients don't just fall from the sky, you know."
"Hmm, thirty-two..."
While Wolfgang and I haggled over numbers, Emilia watched us with anxious eyes and a tense expression. Then, after a moment...
"Fine. I'll be generous and go with thirty-two. But in exchange, the weekly supply you give me has to be at least double this amount."
"That won't be a problem."
"Good. Then the contract is established. I look forward to working with you, partners."
Wolfgang leaned forward and extended his plump right hand.
'Damn it, of all times, I have to shake this bastard's hand now.'
Unless this guy had a preference for jerking off with his left hand, that was the same hand he'd just been using on his own cock. But I couldn't refuse the handshake. In business, a handshake was sacred.
"The contract is established. Let's do our best from now on, Wolfgang."
I forced down the urge to wipe my hand and gripped his. His palm felt slightly sticky—I hoped it was just my imagination.
Regardless of Wolfgang's hand, Emilia and I had solved the biggest problem: securing a sales route for the Viagrak. It was nothing short of heaven-sent luck.
"Then we'll be on our way."
"Got it. I'll start working right away. Our next meeting will be at the same time next week, I suppose?"
"Sounds good."
"Kelkel, excellent. Take care of yourselves for the next week. I'd hate to lose my partners right after making a deal."
"I'll keep your advice in mind. Please be careful as well, Wolfgang."
"Don't worry. I'm a pro in this field, after all."
Leaving behind the confident Wolfgang, Emilia and I passed through the door we had entered and exited his hideout. Just then, Wolfgang's voice called out from behind us.
"Your real names and relationship—I'll pretend I never heard them. I have no intention of digging into it either."
Wolfgang gave us a thumbs-up as if to say not to worry. Since we had abandoned our fake names midway through sex and spoken whatever came to mind, it was only natural that Wolfgang had figured out our identities. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, but for now, all I could do was hope Wolfgang kept his mouth shut.
"...Understood, Wolfgang."
"Then take care. May the goddess Elysia rain filthy money down upon us."
Passing through the dark corridor filled with Wolfgang's vulgar blessing, we finally emerged into the bright sunlight above ground.
"Hoo, is everything really over now?"
Emilia took a deep breath of the fresh air and exhaled. The tension that had built up seemed to release all at once, and her legs trembled as if she had stepped outside naked in the middle of winter. I supported her shoulder and spoke.
"Rather than over, I'd say it's just beginning. Still, we've crossed one major hurdle. Thanks to you, Professor."
"No, I was just fumbling around like a complete amateur. If it weren't for you, Arwen, this would have been a complete failure. Thank you."
Emilia bowed her head to me. Then, after lifting her head, she hesitated, her lips parting and closing several times before she finally spoke.
"Um... this really will be the last time, right?"
"The last time for what?"
"You know... that thing. That thing you and I did."
"Sex?"
"S-Sex... yes, that. Please don't use such crude words."
'Crude? You were the one moaning about creampies and sex just moments ago.'
Emilia pressed her index finger firmly against her brow and continued.
"Once we return to the Academy, nothing like today will ever happen again. Of course, as promised, I'll still help you with your condition, but..."
"Are you really okay with just that, Professor?"
At my question, Emilia's eyebrows twitched like an angry wave.
"O-Of course! You're not suggesting that I want to have sex with you, are you? I've said it many times—I'm a professor and you're a stu—"
"I understand, Professor. Please calm down."
"Kuh, a-anyway, thank you for today. Let's head back to the Academy separately. The dye still has about an hour left before it wears off, so keep that in mind. Well then, I'll be going."
With her face bright red, Emilia finished speaking and quickly walked away. Covering the parts of her robe stained with semen as best she could with her hands, she disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.
'It would be nice if she were a little more honest with her own desires... but oh well.'
Even though Emilia had declared there would be no more sex with me, I could see it clearly—the future where she would be moaning beneath me in her own research lab.
"Well, business with Wolfgang is done. I should probably go buy some clothes now."
Since I had come out saying I needed clothes for the banquet, I had to at least bring back one outfit to avoid suspicion. There was also a curfew for leaving the dormitory. Breaking curfew meant no outings for two weeks. That absolutely could not happen.
"Clothes... I can just go to the general goods street in the western district and pick something up. The shop name was something like Fabian..."
Recalling the name of a suitable clothing store from my memory, I hurried through the bustling streets of Bremen.
* * *
The auditorium of Friedrich Palace, where the entrance ceremony had been held, was also the venue for tonight's banquet. The once calm and solemn atmosphere had been completely transformed into a lavish party space suited to noble tastes. Chandeliers embedded with so many jewels that they looked as expensive as apartments in Gangnam hung from the ceiling. On tables covered with white cloths filling the hall stood golden candlesticks with flickering orange flames.
It was immediately obvious which students were freshmen and which were seniors. Those whispering among themselves and looking around curiously were the freshmen. Those putting on airs of sophistication were the seniors. Of course, I was one of those country-bumpkin freshmen.
'Whoa, shit. How many forks are there even?'
Looking at the cutlery set on the table the staff had guided me to, I couldn't help but marvel. For someone like me who had only ever needed a spoon and chopsticks, seeing more than seven forks and knives was a stark reminder that this was noble society.
'No, don't get intimidated by a damn fork, Byeon Tae-sung. You're a proud noble now too.'
Adjusting the fit of the luxurious outfit I was wearing, I tried to boost my confidence. It was the outfit I had bought for a hefty ten gold from a shop called "Fabian's Mirror." Thanks to that, the fifty gold I had received as a reward for fucking Masha was now down to forty. I would have to make do with forty gold until Wolfgang brought in money from the nobles.
'Enough depressing talk about money. Where are Sophia and Leopold?'
Ever since entering the auditorium, I had been searching for my half-sister and the blond thug who always clung to her, but I couldn't find them. It seemed they weren't the punctual type either—the student council, acting as if they were the main characters, made their entrance last, right at the auditorium doors.