Magic with Professor Im Sol! (2)
"It's just so-so, edible." Slurp— Im Sol sipped her chocolate latte while seated at the cafe table. I caught my breath, nursing my coffee in front of her. Thank goodness I'd managed to drag Im Sol—who'd been rolling her eyes in ecstasy—into the cafe. Truth be told, the exhibition had turned out different from what I'd expected, leaving me secretly flustered. There weren't many opportunities to showcase my magic skills. I'd been racking my brain over what to do for the professor, but since she seemed perfectly content on her own, I was nothing but grateful.
The stares from the other cafe patrons felt a tad uncomfortable, but both Im Sol and I were long accustomed to prying eyes, so we chatted away without a care.
"Professor, for someone who wasn't thrilled about coming here, you're enjoying it way too much."
"...When did I say that? I was just evaluating the entries."
Im Sol shot me a sideways glare while slurping up the dregs of her latte, now just ice. I gave a wry smile and called over the server.
"Uh, is... is there something wrong with our table...?"
The server approached, trembling as they gauged our expressions.
"One... no, make it two more chocolate lattes, please."
"Y-Yes, right away!"
The server relaxed at my order, flashing a bright smile before scurrying back to the counter.
"What'd I do wrong?" Why's she shaking like that? I'm just an upstanding citizen. First time seeing a celebrity or something?
"Mages are mostly weirdos anyway. It's no surprise they're intimidated by famous ones like us."
Im Sol answered my mutterings.
"Is that so? I thought I was living a pretty upright life."
I'd put so much effort into my image! Volunteering, right? And donations... Oh, never actually donated. Gotta do that sometime.
"The nicer the media image, the worse they are behind the scenes. Mages are shady like that."
Makes sense. Probably deals with a lot of entitled mage customers, judging by her demeanor. Glancing at Im Sol crunching her ice, it hit me. The reason she'd gone from having a blast to pouting like that.
She's bummed out because of the other mages.
Having been around so many women, I could read moods like this. I didn't know the exact trigger, but Im Sol hated other mages.
Slurp— Watching her suck discontentedly on the empty cup, I spoke up.
"Something I thought while skimming the entries earlier."
"Hm?"
"Most were a bit lacking here and there, but applying just the core formula could elevate them hugely. Once your paper's published, the magic world is gonna change big time."
Usually, flattery worked wonders. As the saying goes, praise makes even whales dance—people's negativity melts away under compliments.
"Nope."
"Pardon?"
Weird. My [Praise Makes Whales Dance] tactic had never failed before...?
Im Sol nudged her empty cup aside and met my eyes squarely.
"It's not my research. It's ours."
"Ah..."
Her words, looking out for me, left me gazing at her for a moment. Then, seeing her faint smile, I bowed my head with a sigh.
"Pulling that out of nowhere is cheating."
"Your face is red? First time seeing that."
"Haa..."
Her teasing tone carried genuine fondness, so I could only sigh and smile.
"Anyway, mind if I ask a favor?"
"What is it?"
Im Sol, her mood lifted a bit, nodded at my sudden request.
"Something came up. I need to pop over to France for a bit... Could you cover for me on classes, like today?"
I didn't know the exact timing, but once Rebecca brought the intel, I'd head to Iris Guild ASAP. Had to meet that centaur. Better to get buy-in now. Sure, I could just skip, but... After nine years of compulsory education, three years of high school, and four of college, the very word "cutting class" terrified me. Logically, skipping was efficient, and I'd do it if the professor balked. But...
"France...?"
"Yeah. Important stuff."
Im Sol just tilted her head at the abrupt mention of France, not prying for details.
"Hmmm... Not a hassle. How long?"
"Not sure on duration... Up to a week if it drags."
"A week..."
She pondered slowly, then nodded.
"Alright. Should be fine."
"Thank you."
I bowed my head.
"But you gotta return the favor. You know what happens if it's trouble, right?"
I expressed my gratitude at her sly smile.
"Anything in my power."
Truth was, I'd do her favors anyway. Watching her lips curve upward, I felt a faint chill. At the same moment, an inexplicable force pinned my body to the chair. Mana, precisely—Professor Im Sol's mana glued me down. Arms straight at my sides, legs slightly spread and locked.
"Wha? P-Professor?"
My fluster amused her; a playful smirk flitted across her face.
"Truth is, the chocolate latte was too bland. Didn't bring my portable sugar cube today."
With that, she slipped under the table. Why—? I thrashed to move, realizing exactly what she wanted. Bland latte. Portable sugar. Obvious.
"Seriously, please. Not here. Public place, Professor. Right?"
"It's fine. Barrier's up."
As she said from below, a barrier had enveloped our table unnoticed. Even the surrounding mages—and me inside—hadn't detected it.
"Still, what about... a mage's dignity?"
"Like this?"
"..."
Looking up from between my legs, she left me speechless. My dick, standing at attention without regard for dignity, was beyond my control.
She slowly unzipped my uniform pants, her hand slipping through the hole in my underwear. The cool fingers felt awkward yet thrilling. Soon, my cock sprang free, fully erect in her grasp.
"Hmm, heard guys love it in places like this. Seems true."
"..."
No words. Males were beasts like that—erecting regardless of time or place, beyond my restraint.
Im Sol parted her lips. Pink lips, soft tongue flicking about. Knowing that sensation heightened my anticipation.
Hoo. Her warm breath so close, I swallowed hard. Pervert or not, no denying it.
"No complaints, right?"
"...Yeah."
Her plump lips engulfed my glans first. Warm, wet heat enveloped me. The cafe's magic-cooled air made it starkly vivid. Watching a woman take my cock in her mouth from above was satisfaction incarnate. But then her tongue slowly licked my shaft, and I glanced around.
Couples flirting with touches. Three guys debating magic circles. And the server approaching with two chocolate lattes. None the wiser to us.
Doing the forbidden in secret amid crowds. That thrill electrified me further...
Hold up.
Server with two lattes? Panic hit.
"Professor. Wait. Just a sec—"
"Here're your chocolate lattes, sir."
"Mmph."
Im Sol froze too, my cock in her mouth at the server's voice.
"Ah, y-yeah. Thanks."
Clink.Clink. She set one before me, one at Im Sol's empty seat, smiling innocently.
"Haa..."
Right, the barrier. Relieved, I slid my latte to Im Sol's spot.
Got worked up for nothing.
"Um, excuse me..."
But the server lingered.
"Yes?"
Pretty face, fitting for a busy cafe worker. By normal standards, anyway—not matching the beauties around me.
I swallowed. Not some hidden powerhouse cliche, right?
"A-actually, I'm a fan... If it's not too much, could I maybe get an autograph...?"
"...Oh. Autograph. Sure, I can—Guh?"
Tension eased, I rushed to shoo her. Or tried—eyes squeezed shut as Im Sol resumed her tongue work. Her tongue burrowing under my glans made me grit my teeth.
"C-could I ask Professor Im Sol too?"
She blushed at the empty chair. Probably saw Im Sol sitting there from outside.
I kept talking to hurry her off.
"Y-yeah, sure. But we're in the middle of something important—later, when we pay, I'll—Ngh... do it."
"Thank you! Could I ask a quick magic question then...?"
She dipped cutely, cleavage on display—intentional or not, irrelevant. Im Sol was sucking harder now.
"Y-yesyesyes. Anything."
Hoo. Deep breaths inside, enduring her blowjob.
"Thanks! Sorry for interrupting!"
She squealed delightedly, scampering back.
Shouldn't have been nice to the server. Such a hassle.
"Guh, ahh. Professor, seriously...!"
Late regrets as I glared down, but Im Sol just bobbed silently. Less air in her mouth, tongue and cheeks squeezing my shaft—each up-down felt like pussy insertion. Schlurp— smack— slurp— Licking shaft, sucking glans, repeat. I clenched fists to stifle pleasure, immobile.
"G-gonna cum."
"Mmm."
She nodded with my cock in mouth. I couldn't hold back, unleashing.
Spurt— spurt— She massaged the sensitive spot under my glans with her tongue throughout, pleasure so intense I'd have fucked her proper sans cafe.
"... Pop."
She withdrew slowly, cleaning cum from my shaft. A light finger snap, and I could move again. My cock fluffed pristine. Then thud-thud—she emerged, cheeks bulging.
She lifted her iced latte to chest level, sticking out her tongue. Beh— Cute tongue trailed my semen into the drink.
"...What're you doing."
Stretching limbs, I watched.
She divided the stored cum evenly into both lattes, slurping one through the straw.
"Mmm, sweet now! Perfect!"
She beamed happily. My cum making it "sweet" felt odd. At least her mood was up.
"If Professor likes it, I'm happy."
"Yeah? Guess I trained my disciple well."
Slurp— Savoring her latte, she offered the other with a teasing smirk.
"Looks tasty? Super sweet now."
"Haa, pass. Just handle the France thing, please."
She pulled it back.
"Field training starts soon, actually."
"Huh?"
Field training? What's that?
"Guilds and associations take cadets for hands-on experience. Academy's rolling it out this year."
"...Wait. That mean...?"
"Yup. Covers France. Legit class skip."
"Then why the under-table cum-suck?"
"Tasty?"
No retort for that. Slurp— She giggled, happily sipping. Her flicking tongue recalled it all, flushing my cheeks—I turned away.
Nearby, oblivious guys still debated a magic circle.