I Almost Said It

"Aahn♡ Ahn… aaahhn♡"

Emilia’s moans spilled out in perfect rhythm with the bouncing of her own breasts. It was hardly the sort of voice that belonged in the Academy, that sacred hall of learning. Then again, I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion either.

I lay completely naked on the cold floor of Emilia’s laboratory. She had climbed on top of me—her body still sore and twitching from earlier—and was now milking my cock for every drop of the thick semen that served as the main ingredient for Viagrak. She rode me with the same hungry enthusiasm she might have shown if she were using one of her own toys, rolling her hips up and down, twisting them slightly from side to side so my shaft would grind exactly where she wanted it.

I ran my hands weakly along her thighs while she focused entirely on swallowing me with her pussy.

“You can’t cum inside again like last time. Sex is great, but we can’t forget the original purpose.”

“Hngh♡ S-shut up! You clearly loved emptying yourself into me… haang♡ R-right there, that feels so good!”

Emilia snapped back in a petulant voice before immediately losing herself in the pleasure again. The same woman who had declared the moment I arrived in her lab that there would be absolutely no more sex had changed her tune the instant she saw my swollen cock. Her eyes looked like those of a castaway who had finally spotted land after drifting lost at sea.

The professor, her gaze drenched in thirsty desire as she stared at her student’s cock, had made the ridiculous decision to “only let the tip in.”

“Just the entrance, okay? This isn’t sex, it’s just milking for the extraction… so it’s basically what you called sumata.”

Emilia had said that while carefully fitting my glans against her entrance. At first it really was only the tip. Then a little more—up to the ridge. Then halfway down the shaft. Bit by bit she lowered her hips, and it didn’t take long before she had swallowed every inch of me with her own will.

The absurd excuse of “three-centimeter sumata” was quickly abandoned as Emilia chose to fuck her student instead. Every time her ass met my thighs there was a soft, fleshy slap.

“Haaang♡ Haah… my body feels so hot.”

Sweat beaded on her neck and forehead as she performed such vigorous full-body exercise while still wearing that thick robe.

“Professor, why don’t you just take the robe off?”

“I can’t. What if someone sees…?”

“If we get caught, we’re already in deep trouble anyway.”

“Hngh♡ Th-that’s true, but…”

After a moment of hesitation, Emilia finally pulled off her robe and underwear with her own hands. Her pale skin, glistening with sweat, reflected the laboratory lights and made my eyes sting at its beauty.

I looked up at the woman proudly displaying her flawless body and asked, “So? How does it feel to be completely naked in the same lab where you lecture your students?”

“Hngh… stop teasing me.”

Emilia furrowed her pretty brows. Even while making an angry face, she never stopped moving her hips, so the expression didn’t look intimidating at all. I kept pushing her.

“Imagine other students are watching us fuck right now.”

“Hngh?”

Her inner walls twitched hard around me.

“Doesn’t that turn you on, Professor?”

“I don’t know… haang♡”

“The sight of the respected professor moaning like a whore while her student’s cock stretches her pussy.”

“S-stop…”

“They’d never see you as a professor again. They’d only see you as a bitch in heat, right?”

“Hiiiik♡ Nooo! Not that—haaaang♡♡”

Emilia seemed to reach the edge just from imagining the lust-filled stares of her male students. I endured the pain in my abs that felt like they were about to snap and pushed my upper body up.

“Don’t worry too much. I have no intention of ever letting another man touch you.”

“Hngh♡ Arwen, what right do you have to say that…?”

“I may not have the right, but I have plenty of greed. Just imagining other men tasting your body makes me sick.”

I had zero plans to hand over any heroine I’d marked as mine to some other bastard. Emilia’s breasts, her ass, her pussy—they were all mine.

I grabbed her back and pulled her toward me. Her warm, damp breasts and soft belly pressed tightly against my body. It was a sensation I never grew tired of no matter how many times I felt it. Emilia naturally wrapped her arms and legs around my back in response.

Enjoying the feeling of her thighs squeezing my sides, I said, “My cock is the only one that will ever taste your body for the rest of your life. You don’t want anyone else to hold you either, do you?”

“I don’t know—haaaung♡ And stop calling me by my name… mmph?”

Her complaint was cut off by my lips. I used the deep, tongue-heavy kiss I had learned from Raibel. I licked at her tongue, teeth, and gums. She hadn’t used toothpaste, yet for some reason her mouth tasted refreshingly sweet.

“Mmmph… puha… hngh?”

Saliva dripped from Emilia’s mouth as my tongue ravaged her. The mixture of our sweat, saliva, and other fluids created an overwhelmingly lewd scent that stung my nose.

When the kiss finally ended, Emilia took a huge breath.

“Puha… You always try to gloss over things like that. Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little schemes?”

“Sorry, Professor. Still, imagine it—picture yourself giving birth to my child.”

“G-giving birth?”

I stroked her belly while imagining the day my baby would grow there. Emilia’s eyes widened in panic.

“If you agree, Professor, you’ll only ever be held by me for the rest of your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠life. Naturally, that means you’ll end up bearing my children too.”

“Me… having a child…”

The moment I said the word “child,” her arms and legs tightened around my back.

“You don’t have to answer right now. We still have plenty of time.”

I thrust my hips upward, pressing our bodies even closer. The muscle pain was starting to feel familiar. Guess the saying that muscle pain is best cured by more exercise was true. As her womb settled down onto my upward-thrusting cock, her inner walls clamped down hard. When I began moving my hips, she matched my rhythm, lifting and lowering herself in time with me.

The wet, squelching sounds of a thick rod stirring a soaked hole echoed through the laboratory for a long time. They were the sounds that announced I was about to cum.

I spoke to Emilia, who was eagerly shaking her hips in front of me.

“Instead, you need to answer this right now. Should I cum inside or pull out?”

“Haaang♡ I really have to pull out this time♡”

“Hmm. I’ll leave the choice to you, Professor.”

Her arms and legs showed no sign of letting go of my back as she sank deeper into the pleasure of being fucked by a male. Her body had already learned what it truly wanted.

“Here it comes. If you want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me to pull out, do it quickly.”

“Haaang—n-nooo♡”

Listening to her climaxing cry that could have meant either “don’t cum” or “don’t pull out,” I once again filled her womb to the brim with semen. I felt the thick spurts coating her inner walls like lotion. The sticky, sucking sensation of her folds milking me kept my cock from softening even after I’d finished.

“Looks like I ended up cumming inside you again, Professor.”

“Haahk… haa… hngh…”

Emilia couldn’t even answer. She simply collapsed against my chest, twitching like she’d been electrocuted. I still hadn’t received a clear answer that she would become my woman, but as a result our milking sessions had shifted from using her hands or breasts to using her pussy far more often. That alone was an extremely satisfying outcome.

On days when I had cum too much inside her womb and couldn’t collect the required amount, I had to scoop the semen back out of her. In any case, we successfully gathered the full week’s quota Emilia had calculated, and the amount of Viagrak promised to Wolfgang was produced without issue.

And so, after two weeks at the Academy had flown by in a blur, the day of our meeting with Wolfgang finally arrived.

Unlike our last outing under clear skies, the gray heavens were pouring steady rain, weighing the entire atmosphere down. Our steps toward Wolfgang felt equally heavy, dragged down by the muddy ground. But the way Emilia’s heels kept slipping wasn’t entirely because of the rain. Just now she had nearly fallen after stepping wrong in a puddle, and I caught her from the side.

“Don’t be so nervous, Professor. I’m sure everything went well. I can personally vouch for Wolfgang’s obsession with business.”

“…Understood.”

Whether she truly understood or not, Emilia still looked like she was floundering in the rain as we reached our meeting place—the tavern called Angel’s Share. Thanks to the key Wolfgang had given me last time, we skipped the annoying process of ordering the secret drink from the bartender. We simply unlocked the iron door and descended underground. Even on our second visit, the dark, gloomy passageway felt just as oppressive.

The silhouette waiting for us at the end of that stale-air corridor was not Wolfgang’s short, stout frame. It belonged to a tall, powerfully built man who looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Before we could even ask who he was, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Arwen, Lady Cassandra. I am Denian, in service to Master Wolfgang.”

The man with the refined name that didn’t match his bulging arm muscles immediately held out a heavy pouch. The metallic clinking from inside was unmistakable.

“Wolfgang succeeded, then.”

Denian nodded.

“This is this week’s share from Master Wolfgang.”

When he loosened the string and opened the pouch, an enormous quantity of gold—more than I had ever seen since possessing this body—spilled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into view.

“Eight hundred and twenty gold. That’s precisely sixty-eight percent of the first revenue we earned in the imperial capital.”

“E-eight hundred… that’s almost three months of my salary…”

While Emilia stood stunned by the massive sum, I handed Denian the bag we had brought.

“Here’s this week’s product. Two hundred and one bottles—slightly more than what we promised Wolfgang.”

“Understood. I will deliver it safely to Master Wolfgang.”

Denian slung the bag over his broad back, handed me the pouch, and left after a brief farewell. The moment I took the heavy money bag, the quest window from Break Bad appeared.

First deal and we already have 820 gold. That’s better than I expected.

There was still time left on the quest limit. At least two more chances to earn gold remained. Unless something went wrong, the odds of success were higher than failure.

“Master Wolfgang asked me to apologize for not coming in person.”

“Did something happen?”

Denian waved it off like it was nothing.

“One of the brats we hired ran off with some goods. Still, I caught him before I left, so it should be resolved by now.”

“I see. How are the nobles reacting to the Viagrak?”

“It’s incredible. Some of them were throwing tantrums asking when the next shipment would arrive. From now on, the price will be whatever we say it is.”

Just as I had predicted. There was no way nobles who loved sex wouldn’t lose their minds over a drug that promised the best erection of their lives.

“Understood. Same place next time?”

“Correct. Master Wolfgang will come personally next time. I’m in a hurry, so I’ll take my leave first.”

Denian bowed respectfully to his boss’s partners and departed with heavy footsteps.

“Whew, he was scary. He looked exactly like someone who works in the underworld, didn’t he, Professor?”

“Sorry? What did you say?”

Emilia hadn’t heard a word. Her eyes were glued to the money pouch. Well, it was gold she had earned by offering her virginity. It was only natural her eyes would spin at the sight.

“Never mind. Let’s split the gold quickly.”

I began transferring my thirty-percent share into the leather pouches I had prepared in advance.

“Two hundred forty-four, two hundred forty-five, two hundred forty-six! Done. The rest is yours, Professor.”

“My share…”

Emilia accepted the heavy pouch with trembling hands. I tucked my own reward into my coat and asked her,

“Professor, now that things have gotten this good between us, could you tell me why you need the money?”

I thought it was a reasonable question now, but—

“That’s… I’m sorry, Arwen. It involves family matters.”

Family matters? So it’s something to do with her family?

Emilia’s shoulders drooped weakly. Since I had complicated family issues of my own, I didn’t feel like pressing her.

“It’s fine. But if you ever feel like telling me later, please do.”

“…Thank you.”

With those grateful words, Emilia walked out of the underground passage first. I followed her back into the still-falling rain. Suddenly she stopped and said something completely unexpected.

“You once told me something, remember? About me giving birth to your child…”

“I remember. Why bring that up all of a sudden?”

Out of nowhere she was talking about children. Had she decided to become my woman after all? But what Emilia said next completely shattered that expectation.

“I’m sorry, but I will never have a child. One day you’ll understand why.”

“What? Suddenly you’re saying…”

Emilia didn’t turn to look at me even as I asked in confusion. From the side, I could see deep sorrow in her left eye.

“I’ll go on ahead. Take care getting back, Arwen.”

“W-wait!”

She raised her hand to flag down a passing carriage, climbed in alone, and left. All I could do was stand there blankly, watching the carriage rattle away into the rain.

“What the hell was that…?”