Viagrak and the Professor's First Anal Sex
In the imperial capital, Viagrak appeared like a savior to the male nobles who loved sex but lacked confidence in their size. This magical potion, which merely needed to be consumed to amplify both the size of an erect cock and the duration of that erection to more than three times their normal levels, was truly a liquid filled with every man's dreams and hopes.
The nobles who took Viagrak came from all walks of life. Great nobles who received sexual tributes from their subordinates as daily routine. Low-ranking knights serving the widows of their deceased lords, women starved for a man's touch. And even high-ranking priests who had devoted their entire lives to the Elysia Church yet harbored a fondness for young boys. The nobles cast aside all pretense of dignity and scrambled desperately to obtain Viagrak.
Those with knowledge of magic potions debated what ingredients could possibly produce such an astonishing effect. There were even joking rumors that it might have been crafted using the tears of the legendary Goddess Elysia as a catalyst. In any case, the legend of Viagrak that began in a secret brothel was still unfolding.
Both the seller of Viagrak, the men who consumed it, and the women they fucked were all thoroughly satisfied. However, as is always the case in this world, not everyone in the imperial capital was celebrating Viagrak's success.
Beneath the moon hanging high in the sky, at an hour when most of the mansion's residents were sound asleep, the light spilling from the office window of the Fleming mansion showed no signs of dimming.
Under the moonlight, the Fleming family office remains lit.
Inside the office, crystal potion bottles of the highest quality were arranged everywhere, fitting for the Fleming family—pioneers of imperial magic potions. Seated at the desk was a man with hot-pink hair, the true mark of a man's passion. His name was Bradley Fleming, eldest brother of Melina, the current secretary of the academy's student council.
Bradley's arms, resting on the desk, trembled with bulging veins. The desk vibrated like the ground at a construction site. "Damn it. We still haven't identified the bastards making that cursed Viagrak."
Those who operated exclusively from the shadows, never revealing their identities, moved with such meticulous precision that the Fleming family couldn't even make contact, let alone eliminate them. "Our sales have dropped to less than half in just two weeks? This is fucking bullshit!"
Bradley expressed his rage by slamming his fist onto the innocent desk. With a loud bang, the crystal bottle containing a magic potion toppled and shattered, but he didn't spare it a glance.
When he had first learned of Viagrak's existence, Bradley had dismissed it as nothing more than an annoying mosquito. But the moment his loyal customers began asking why the Flemings couldn't create something similar, the atmosphere shifted ominously.
Eventually, the Fleming family's special virility enhancer was completely overwhelmed by Viagrak's superior effects and pushed to the very edge of the market. It was only natural that Bradley imagined a grim future in which their financial lifeline would be severed the moment Viagrak's production increased.
Of course, they never imagined that Viagrak's ingredients weren't something sustainably sourced like slimes or fairies, but rather materials that could only be harvested from a single human's reproductive organs—making any increase in production impossible.
The reason the Fleming family clung so desperately to virility enhancers was simple: their current financial situation was as bare as a dog's coat. The imperial guards, whose arrogance was so great they could pierce Elysia's own pussy, acquired the potions at prices that amounted to nearly unpaid labor, all under the presumption that supplying the emperor's protectors was only natural.
To preserve their honor as 'the family that creates magic potions for the imperial family,' the Flemings had no choice but to provide them while swallowing their tears. On top of that, research costs, operating academic societies under the Fleming name, and countless other expenses drained their coffers. It was only a matter of time before their warehouse ran completely dry.
The solution they devised came from Melina Fleming, the family's third daughter. At only fifteen years old, she was a genius in magic potions who might appear only once every five hundred years. Her proposal was the illegal sale of unapproved potions: love potions that made consumers fall helplessly in love, poisons that turned people into broken vegetables capable only of saying "yes," and various other dangerous, unlicensed concoctions.
Not long after they began this black-market trade that risked the family's entire reputation and status, the Fleming coffers filled with gold like fields ripe for autumn harvest. Among their products, the most profitable by far was the virility enhancer sold to the nobles of the imperial capital.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now..."
As Bradley clutched and pulled at his lush hair, the office door burst open and a new figure appeared.
"Brother, the analysis results are in."
The man addressing Bradley as "brother" was Frederick Fleming. In his hand was a sample of Viagrak obtained from the capital.
"Well? What did you find?"
Bradley shot up from his seat to greet his younger brother. Frederick simply shook his head.
"I'm sorry. Our skills weren't enough to extract any fingerprints. Judging by the complexity of the mana, the creator is undoubtedly a person of considerable ability."
"Damn it. To think there's a pharmacist in the empire who surpasses our capabilities."
They had attempted to analyze the potion's unique characteristics—what ingredients were used, how the catalyst was processed—but even that failed due to the overwhelming skill gap between them and Viagrak's creator.
"Is our only option now to leave it to Melina...?" Bradley's voice trailed off.
It wasn't shame at having to bow his head to his younger sister that caused his hesitation. Bradley had long been aware of the vast difference in talent between himself and Melina. He was simply worried that his volatile younger sister, who could explode at any moment, might act on her own without informing them.
Still, Bradley had no other choice. "Deliver this to Melina and ask her to analyze its identity. Make sure to include a message telling her not to act independently."
"Understood, brother."
Frederick accepted the order and left the office. Bradley collapsed heavily into his chair and muttered to himself in the empty room.
"Huu... I wonder if Melina will actually behave and follow the request?"
It was a room in the academy. No, it wasn't a classroom. Rather than a space provided for a professor's lectures, it was a private room granted to student council members under the pretext of maintaining dignity and pursuing personal development.
The nameplate bore the elegant cursive script: Melina Fleming.
Behind the firmly locked door of Melina's kingdom, which seemed determined to admit no one, secret machinations were underway.
"Hey mutt, bring me the second jar from the right on the ceiling."
"Ah, understood, Lady Melina."
The man addressed not by name but as "mutt" moved with efficient precision, showing no discomfort whatsoever.
"Good. Set it down there."
"Thank you!"
At Melina's brief praise, the man wore the expression of a pubescent boy who had just lost his virginity to a beautiful woman. But he wasn't the only one wearing an ecstatic look.
Beneath the desk where Melina sat, another man was diligently licking her small feet. Drool spilled from his mouth, dripping onto the bulging crotch of his pants.
Ignoring them, Melina focused her attention on the boiling pot. She chanted a spell and sprinkled magic stone powder from the jar into the mixture. Purple smoke resembling that of a poisonous frog rose from the pot.
"Huuu."
When Melina blew gently with her seductive lips, a viscous liquid clung thickly to the surface. Without hesitation, she dipped her finger into the suspicious substance and brought it to her mouth.
After chewing it a few times as if tasting food, Melina suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hehe, this is quite an unexpected result, isn't it?"
Magic stones—the foundation of all mana-based items. High-quality stones were essential for capturing and holding a catalyst's mana. The academy maintained an exclusive contract with a small mine to supply professors and students with high-grade, specialized magic stones.
"To think it matches the academy's magic stone wavelength perfectly."
The corners of Melina's mouth curled upward. She had been spared the laborious task of testing over thirty different magic stones from across the empire. The result was simple: the creator of Viagrak was someone connected to the academy.
In a voice as light as her small frame suggested, Melina called for her follower.
"Mutt."
"You called?"
The man rushed to her side in a single bound. Melina issued her command to the man whose eyes shone with blind loyalty.
"Run to the Reinhardt palace immediately and obtain a list of everyone connected to Professor Emilia. Include their outing records for the past month as well."
"It shall be done as you command."
"Foot towel, you will massage every inch of my soles. Don't miss a single spot."
"Slurp, slurrrp... Understood, Lady Melina!"
The man known as "foot towel" sucked on her toes as though they were coated in honey. In this small kingdom where Melina's word was law, she sipped from the wine glass in her right hand while enjoying the sensation of her feet being worshipped.
"Hehe, this is getting interesting."
The reason she had chosen Emilia as her target was simple. Within the academy, the only person besides herself capable of producing a potion of Viagrak's purity was Professor Emilia.
"Acting all pure and innocent, yet pulling such sly tricks behind the scenes. Not bad at all, Professor."
The look in Melina's eyes as she praised Emilia contained a hidden danger beneath its innocence, like a young boy who had spotted an ant colony passing by.
"A-are you really going to do it?"
Emilia's voice trembled as she spread her legs in an M-shape. It was understandable that she was afraid. Soon, a man's cock would be entering her anus.
"It's fine. Once you get used to it, I'm sure it'll feel just as good as your pussy."
The statement wasn't based on concrete evidence. After all, I had never experienced anal sex myself. Naturally, my own anus had never been invaded by anyone's rod, either. Still, while I wasn't an expert, I had acquired a decent amount of knowledge on the subject through porn and erotic doujinshi.
When I first suggested anal sex, Emilia had been horrified. "Th-the anus isn't a reproductive organ—it's an excretory one! You can't just play with it however you please using Arwen's cock!"
Her firm refusal made me wonder if the concept of anal sex didn't even exist in this world. But people were the same everywhere. It was absurd to think no one had ever considered putting it in a woman's ass.
According to a liberal arts class taught by an Elysia Church priest, the church's nuns were not supposed to accept a man's semen into their wombs as a matter of principle. However, even nuns were still human. It was impossible to completely suppress sudden bursts of reproductive urge.
In those cases, using the anus—which carried no risk of pregnancy—was permitted. It sounded insane, but it was true. Some priests even recommended that nuns regularly engage in anal sex to soothe their sexual desires. It was a religion perfectly suited to a porn game world.
Setting aside the topic of Elysia Church nuns and anal sex, I refused to give up after Emilia's initial rejection.
"Let me explain the benefits of anal sex."
"Haa... Are you still going on about that? I thought I refused quite clearly last time."
Emilia wore an exasperated expression. Nevertheless, I stubbornly continued listing the advantages.
"First, you can experience a completely different kind of pleasure compared to vaginal sex."
"I don't need it. Regular sex with your cock already feels more than good enough, Arwen."
Emilia lightly tapped my crotch with her foot. Seeing her openly admit that she enjoyed sex filled me with a touch of pride, but I had no intention of stopping my persuasion.
"Also, you won't have to bother with contraception."
Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
I had meant it as not having to take that rather potent-looking contraceptive potion, but I suddenly worried she might interpret it as an extension of our previous conversation about pregnancy. Fortunately, Emilia showed no signs of discomfort.
"Of course. As I said before, the anus isn't a reproductive organ."
Thank goodness...
Reminding myself to choose my words more carefully, I continued. "Plus, when semen builds up inside from anal sex, you can squeeze it out just like defecating. The volume will be far greater than with normal sex."
"...I genuinely find that disgusting, Arwen."
"...Sorry."
Less than a second after vowing to watch my tongue, I had earned a declaration of disgust from a woman. Emilia stared coldly at my dejected face before letting out a sigh.
"...Huu. Fine. I'll do it. Anal sex."
"Huh? What did you just—"
I had honestly expected her to refuse until the very end. Her sudden agreement left me the one feeling flustered.
"Seeing you beg so persistently, it seems you really want this, Arwen... If it makes you feel good, it makes me feel good too."
A blush spread across Emilia's face as she turned her head slightly away. She looked like a young girl in love. The sight stirred a tender affection for her within my chest.
"Thank you, Professor. I'll make sure it feels incredible for you."
Emilia ended up completely naked before me, bent over in a position reminiscent of receiving an enema. Positioning myself behind her, I had a clear view of her clean, wrinkled pink anus.
My fingers were coated in a sticky, transparent liquid—an ointment from Emilia's laboratory. Since it had wound-preventing properties, it served as a far superior lubricant compared to saliva or precum.
"Professor, I'm starting now. Try to relax."
The moment I slid my index finger into her twitching anus—
"Haauk?! I-it really went in!"
Emilia moaned as her anus was penetrated for the first time in her life. I wasn't the only one surprised.
Fuck, what is this?
My finger felt burning hot. It was less like being inside an ass and more like being inside a woman's mouth. As I slowly pistoned my finger, countless wrinkles—different from those of her pussy—entwined around it instead of a tongue.
"Hng♡ S-slower, please."
Emilia's supporting thighs trembled. Sweat beaded along her spine. I reduced the speed slightly and used my thumb to massage around her anus. A wet, squelching sound filled the air as her tight ring gradually loosened.
Before long, her anus had opened softly to the size of a coin.
"That should be enough preparation. Let's change to a more comfortable position."
Emilia turned over and lay flat on the desk. She grabbed her own thighs and spread her legs wide, making the target perfectly clear.
"A-are you really going to do it?"
"It's okay. Once you get used to it, it'll definitely feel just as good as your pussy."
"If you're that confident... does that mean you've done this with other women...?"
"N-no, that's not it..."
I had spoken so confidently about how good it would feel, but this was my first time with anal sex as well. Instead of calling me a novice, Emilia simply gave me an innocent smile.
"Then I get to take your first experience with anal sex, don't I? Since you already took my virginity, don't complain too much. Hehe."
Emilia's face flushed red. As expected, she had a real talent for making my cock throb with frustration. Any further hesitation would be pure torture.
"I'm putting it in now."
"Huup... Okay. I'm ready too."
Emilia squeezed her eyes shut. My cock pushed past her anus and slowly sank inside her.
Shit, it feels like my dick is going to get ripped off.
Emilia's anus was far hotter and tighter than her pussy. A moan escaped me involuntarily. Still, I had only managed to fit half my length inside. Focusing hard so I wouldn't cum immediately, I pushed all the way to the root.
"I'm going to start moving."
"Ah, no, not yet—"
Sorry, Emilia, but I had reached my limit. Despite her plea to wait, my hips were already moving on their own.
"Haaang♡ I told you not to move yet♡"
Moisture gathered at the corners of Emilia's eyes. It didn't seem to be from pain. Her voice crying "no" sounded far more like a moan born of pleasure that had overwhelmed her mind than a scream of discomfort.
"Sorry. I really can't hold back anymore."
With every thrust, the rectal wrinkles that clung tightly to my cock brushed against my shaft. The sensation of those folds catching on the head of my glans—a completely new pleasure—threatened to melt my brain.
"Haaak♡ N-no way. You were right, Arwen. I had no idea anal sex could feel this good♡"
Anal intercourse, performed purely for pleasure rather than reproduction, split Emilia's voice with ecstasy.
"Kugh. Your ass feels incredible too, Professor."
The pressure, easily seven times stronger than her vaginal walls, squeezed my cock mercilessly. If a human penis had bones, I would have definitely broken mine today. Fortunately, the precum and the inevitable leakage of semen acted as lubricant, allowing my rough movements to gradually smooth out.
As I grew accustomed to the sensation, my hips found a comfortable rhythm.
"I'll go faster now. Is that alright, Professor?"
Emilia's common sense regarding the anus crumbled like a sandcastle before a wave. Even as her thighs turned bright red from how tightly she gripped them, she refused to let go.
"Yes! Please thrust deeper and deeper into Emilia's anal pussy with that cock of yours♡"
With her permission granted and nothing left to restrain me, I slammed my hips forward without hesitation.
"Aaang♡ Haak, it feels like my stomach is going to burst♡"
"Kugh... Should I slow down a little?"
"No♡ Don't slow down! Haak... If you stop now, I think I'll lose my mind even more♡"
Following her desperate request, I didn't reduce my pace. In truth, I wasn't sure I could have slowed down even if she had asked. My cock had already become addicted to her ass.
Before long, my lower abdomen, pressed against her slightly rounded belly, began to tremble.
"I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to cum inside, so cum with me, Professor."
"Yes♡ Fill my anal pussy with your cum and make me cum too♡"
My hot semen flooded Emilia's rectum, which wrapped around my cock like vaginal walls that had descended from the womb. The feeling was as refreshing as if all the old grime had been scrubbed clean. It was easily the largest load I had released since I started having sex with Emilia.
When I slowly pulled out, her twitching anus expelled the freshly pumped semen in thick streams. It was exactly the final benefit of anal sex I had mentioned earlier.
"It's embarrassing to say this, but after today I don't think I'll be able to use the bathroom properly..."
Emilia confessed her raw impressions of anal sex with complete honesty. It seemed the system was just as satisfied with our session.
Virility has increased.
Virility: 45 → 47
It had been a while since my virility stat had grown—and by two points at once, no less. The stat that rarely increased had nearly caused me to fall into a rut, but fresh flames of motivation now burned brightly once more.
Good. When I return to the mansion, I need to claim Raibel's and Masha's asses too. The same goes for those arrogant mother-daughter trio.