Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Secret Meeting with Professor Im Sol (3)
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"Professor Im Sol?"
"Yeah? What are you waiting for? Hurry up."
"Do you think I'm some middle schooler?"
"Huh...?"
Back in middle school, my hormones were raging, but I never acted on them. But now? I'm an adult. Old enough to do something about it.
"What is this? You think three seconds of groping my chest makes up for it?"
"Ah, no, what are you talking about?!"
Im Sol's face turned beet red. She'd been so full of herself until now, but one mention of her chest and she freaks out like this? Come on.
"Ch-chest? Why are you saying that?!"
"What else do you call a chest? You said you wanted to study me, right? Then you gotta pay the price."
Suddenly, I'm the one getting pissed. She came onto me first, and now she's trying to paint me as the pervert? Is she planning to sue me for sexual harassment? Sure, I'm younger and a student, so I'd probably win in court...
"I-I already let you touch my... chest as payment..."
Im Sol was shrinking by the second. Where did that confident attitude go? Anyone would think she was some innocent virgin.
"..."
Every time our eyes met, she'd let out a little "Eek!" and drop her head.
Wait. Is she actually a virgin?
"Professor. You don't have any experience... do you? Like, ever?"
"...Fine! Good for you! You think just because you're young and full of energy, I've got cobwebs down there from burying myself in research? I don't need it! I'm fine growing old and dying with nothing but magic studies!"
Im Sol collapsed into a heap, unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration.
"From the start, it's hilarious hearing girls uglier than me talk about cobwebs. You think I can't? It's just not worth it—more time for magic research. That's common sense for a mage, right?"
Whoa. A total magic-obsessed virgin professor? And she only went for it because I showed interest? Trial run, basically?
...Jackpot.
Virgin lady professor. Insane opportunity. I have to seal this deal!
"No, Professor, that's not it. Calm down first."
"Get out! I know your type—say nice things to my face, then gossip behind my back! I'm done holding back! You're just mocking me as an old maid!"
"Why would I do that? If I was, I wouldn't have gotten hooked on your body and helped with your research from the jump."
"...Really?"
Im Sol's head lifted slightly. Her expression brightened a bit, and her skyrocketing tension eased.
Old maid? Cobwebs? On a late-20s woman like her in the setting? That's ancient history.
She must've gotten trashed by jealous colleagues—talented, successful, my-way-or-the-highway types like her make easy targets. Gotta convince her somehow.
"Of course. Remember how you were trembling when I touched your chest earlier? Got me all excited."
"A-hem. Naturally. No one's ever dismissed these anywhere."
Earlier, she'd called it vulgar just to hear the word, and now she's bragging. What a simple woman.
"Exactly. You've heard the rumors at the academy about how pretty you are, right? Every special magic class, I hear it so much I'm sick of it."
"True. I used to get confessions all the time back then. Turned them all down for research, though."
"See? Confidence restored?"
"Yeah. Thanks. All because of you."
"Then show me your chest."
"W-what?"
"Gotta pay up!"
"P-payment..."
"Think efficiently, Professor. Quick finish means back to research faster. Magic studies versus flashing your chest? No-brainer."
Here's why I'm pushing this non-heroine like a crazy buffalo.
Practice partner needed. Limited real experience with women—I wanna spot any moves that could tank affection before trying on heroines.
And sexual stuff with heroines gave me [Equipment Status Window] rewards.
Maybe non-heroines drop something too!
Okay, second one's an excuse. Logically, nah.
Truth? I just wanna bang the professor.
"Uh, um. Maybe?"
Im Sol was almost sold.
"Yes. Let's get it over with quick. More time for me to help with magic after."
"Uh... Okay."
Im Sol shrugged off her robe, revealing a pink boxy tee and training pants underneath.
"Weren't you wearing that last time?"
"Got like seven identical sets at home. This is my research uniform."
"Ah..."
Decision made, she yanked the pink tee up and off without hesitation.
A jiggle that practically screamed *bounce*.
No bra.
"No bra, Professor? Were you expecting this?"
"D-don't flatter yourself! It's just uncomfortable, so I never wear one!"
"Whoa..."
So anytime, just slip a hand under the robe and... fresh breasts. Unreal.
And not just big—these were firm, perfect beauties.
I savored the view slowly. Im Sol squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by my gaze.
I sat her on the nearby sofa and took the spot beside her.
Draped my right arm over her shoulder, groped her chest. Our faces naturally drew close. Left hand stroked her thigh.
"Ah...!"
Unlike her confident vibe, she shrank like a scared kitten.
"Open your mouth."
"K-kissing is..."
"That just delays research more, Professor."
"Ah... But... Mmph? Mmm...!"
Lifted my left hand from her thigh, grabbed her chin, forced the kiss.
Her body stiffened. But no hard resistance.
"Mmmph... Hnngh..."
Kissed while groping her chest. Awkward angle with my right arm around her shoulder.
"Nngh... Mm...!"
She noticed, wrapped her idle hands around my neck for balance.
Adorable. Left hand caressed her cheek as I deepened the kiss.
Our tongues tangled, saliva mixing.
She squirmed a little, but tweaking her nipple with my right hand settled her.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Broke off as breathing quickened.
First time for sure—her face flushed crimson, eyes glazed.
Wanna go all the way, but she's a newbie. Push too fast, risk backlash.
Stood up, positioned in front of her.
Unzipped, pulled out my massive erection.
"Eek...!"
Her dreamy eyes snapped alert at the sight.
"You're too sexy, Professor. This is what you do to me."
"S-sexy...? Don't tease your elders!"
We're barely age apart. Elder my ass.
"Lie to you? Anyway, for research—hurry. You do know how, right?"
"O-of course! Nothing I can't do!"
*Gulp.*
Tough words, but she swallowed hard, tense.
She reached out, gripped my cock with both hands, stroked up and down. Mild friction, but the novelty and thrill hit different.
"Hnn... It's so hot and weird..."
"Professor Im Sol, at this rate, no way I'm finishing. No research."
"Then what...?"
"Suck it."
She sat on the sofa, me standing—cock right at face level. She recoiled, waving hands.
"Eek...!"
"Haa, Professor. This is rough on me too. Holding an erection's exhausting—wastes energy for research."
Even now, magic dreams intact—she reacted to "research," lips finally to my cock.
Slowly pushed the tip past her parted lips.
Warm, wet embrace. But she just shut her eyes tight, mouth agape—no tongue, no cheeks.
Not bad, but teasing.
"Mm... Hold on."
Pulled out. String of saliva bridged tip to lips.
"If mouth's hard, use your chest at least."
"L-like this?"
She cupped her breasts with both hands.
Plush mounds squished, forming a deep valley. Hot sight.
Imagining my cock there? Instant arousal.
"Tighter."
Slid in between. Awkward standing, but it'd do.
Saliva lubed it—no pain as I thrust.
*Schlick schlick*
Not mind-blowing pleasure. Soft titfuck could work, but for real ecstasy, forcing her mouth deep like with Lumi sounds better.
Still, conquering her chest with my dick sent thrills up my spine.
Her hands pressing tits around me? Sexy as hell.
Spilling flesh between fingers, swaying nipples—perfect.
"Why suddenly that... Hnngh!"
Idle hand toyed with her nipple. Squeezed, pinched, tugged.
Each tweak drew soft moans.
She bit her lip, eyes shut, stifling lewd expressions.
"Not enough like this. Keep it up, but suck the tip."
"...Okay."
My size left plenty protruding. She leaned her head down, lips on the glans.
"Mm. Slurp."
Her mouth worked it, stimulating.
"Tongue too—faster finish."
"...Lick lick."
She nailed instructions.
Tongue clung to the head, tits squeezing the base—orgasm building.
"Guh. Cumming. Take it all."
Released her nipple, gripped her head, shoved deep.
"Mmph! Mm?!"
Exploded in her mouth. Pulsing cock pumped semen.
Wished she'd swallowed all, but most spilled to her chest and clothes.
"Cough. Cough."
"Ahh. That was great."
"Satisfied now? Ngh."
"Yeah. Good enough."
"Haa... Then research time..."
She magicked away the mess on her chest, clothes, mouth—stumbled to the lab.
"Wow. Takes that and still wants research?"
Tough one. But I like it.
This intensity and she's game? Means I can push harder.
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Drained, Im Sol phoned it in on research. Scans, photos, weird spells over my body—said she'd have results next time.
Even exhausted, she saw me out. Clumsy with people, but sweet underneath.
Not that I get to judge after what I did.
No system window despite the fun with Im Sol. Guess non-heroines don't drop rewards.
Expected it. No biggie.
Anyway, elevator down to the first-floor lobby.
Back to dorm for a shower and crash.
"Hey, you. Hold up."
Wait, no—gotta help with research. Study magic? Memorize a high-level magic circle whole?
"First-year coming from Professor Im Sol! Stop!"
"?"
Me? Lost in thought, I kept walking.
Behind: Mana Research Club loafers, same as before. Still clutching snack bags. Pathetic.
"What'd you talk about with Professor Im Sol?"
"...Personal. What's it to you?"
"She's our club's advisor. Not someone a punk like you gets to hobnob with!"
I stared blankly— they took it as fear. Kim Hyun-do amped up.
"If you screw up our club activities from now on, we won't let it slide."
"..."
Wonder their faces if I said I titfucked their advisor and came in her mouth.
She's not even *your* advisor. Weirdos.
No-lifers forming a club. Tsk tsk.
"Sure, sure. Have fun."
Too lazy for a fight—brushed 'em off and left.
"You ignoring us?! I remember your name...!"
Ignored the yapping, kept walking.
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After fun magic research with Professor Im Sol, back to the dorm.
Sweaty—hot shower, comfy clothes.
"Whew. How far you gonna go, me."
Motel 69 with classmate yesterday. Lady prof titty-finish today. Heaven?
*Ding-*
Pondering life—text came.
Moon Soo-rin noona: [Hey junior. Hi?]
What? This social energy?