Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Im Sol's Research Lab (2)
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"Wow, how do you grade all this by yourself?"
"Just work hard at it."
Im Sol answered me while grading the answer sheets.
For some reason, no matter how much we graded, the stack of answer sheets never seemed to end.
Im Sol was handling classes for the entire academy, so she had to grade every single answer sheet from every mage student across all years.
Why didn't Victoria Academy automate this?
They had a great tool for it—MMR cards.
"By the way, why doesn't the academy use automated grading?"
"People are more accurate than machines."
"Pardon?"
What was that supposed to mean? It was like some old-school manager refusing to trust machines and insisting on manual calculations.
"Machines can be tampered with. Whether by the person controlling the machine or the one who wrote the answer sheet."
"...If you think about it that way, professors grading is even riskier. There's more chance for mistakes or manipulation there."
"We swear a Mana Oath. We vow never to tamper with them."
"... ."
A Mana Oath was invincible anywhere.
But there was an even more accurate method.
"Then why not make the cadets swear a Mana Oath? That would eliminate any chance of cheating for real."
"Do you know how complicated the procedure for a Mana Oath is?"
Ah, so it wasn't like in novels where you just declare, "I'll swear a Mana Oath...!" and it was done.
Wait a minute—if the professors had already sworn Mana Oaths, then it was even more dangerous for me to grade them.
"No matter how I think about it, me grading these seems like a risky move."
"You're not going to inflate anyone's scores. And honest mistakes are fine. The answer sheets get published anyway, and cadets will come storming in if even a single point is deducted from their score."
"You really cut corners on the job, Professor."
"Thanks."
Im Sol ignored my sarcasm and kept focused on grading.
"Still, it's gone down a lot. Professor."
The remaining pile still made me sigh, but it was noticeably smaller than when we started.
"Yeah. It definitely shrinks faster with two people. Thanks. This gives me more time for research."
"...Yeah. Being an academy professor sounds tough. The workload is brutal."
We'd been grading for hours together, and we'd only gotten through about a quarter.
Our grading speeds were about the same, so how long would it take her alone?
"They pay enough to make up for the labor."
"Ah... ."
Money really solved everything.
"But it's not just the work—you get trashed by the cadets too."
Every day on EveryDay, there were posts badmouthing professors. Classes were boring, unhelpful, professors were ugly—anonymous trolls spewed nonsense without reason.
Of course, EveryDay didn't bother moderating it much. It served as a metric for picking professors, and personal attacks like looks just got the poster flamed anyway.
Most complaints were about class quality.
"I don't get much hate, though? My professor ratings are always top-tier."
"That's because you're a genius, Professor."
She could come up with what others prepped hard for in just five minutes of thought. Why bother preparing?
Plus, she was pretty, so classes were fun to watch.
"Hmm, well. I've heard that a lot since way back. It never really felt good."
Im Sol's face stiffened slightly. The mood dipped a bit.
"...?"
Why wouldn't compliments feel good?
★ Heroine Status ★ [Im Sol] Favorability: 50 Libido: 25 Appetite: 30 Fatigue: 40 Current Status: Monster this, monster that... I cried so much back then. It just brings it all back for no reason. Tch.
'Oh... .'
So that's the story behind it.
Everyone has some rough past, after all.
I brought up something pointless and killed the mood. What now?
"By the way, is it really okay for you to help this much during midterms?"
Luckily, Im Sol shook off the bad memory first and tossed out a new topic.
We'd been grading for over three hours straight, after all.
"I don't have much to prep anyway."
"So confident. I'm really curious about your test results."
Im Sol looked at me like I was some fascinating specimen, helping her out for hours during exam week.
"People who are good prep way ahead. Practical starts tomorrow—what's the point of cramming now? Gotta manage my condition."
"You're overworking while talking about condition management?"
"Being with you is the best condition management."
"Sure, sure. Ace those exams."
It was my killer line, but she brushed it off. Kinda hurts.
"Wanna bet on the exam results for real? I'm that confident."
"I told you I don't like bets."
"Perfect score on the written exam. Deal?"
"...Perfect score?"
Im Sol seemed a little intrigued by the words "perfect score."
"Yeah. Perfect on every subject. That's doable, right?"
"I don't know how confident you are, but... yeah, perfect score makes it tempting."
Big fish on the hook.
"I'm confident too, you know? What do I get?"
"You decide. But nothing too extreme—keep it reasonable."
"If I win, then... uh."
What to pick? I got caught up thinking about the bet and forgot the prize.
I wanted something to advance things with Im Sol... What would interest her?
Then I remembered the flyer from the magic tower lobby last time, for coming to her lab.
'National Magic Research Expo next month!'
Magic Research Expo.
Wouldn't that pique her interest?
"If I win, we go to the Magic Research Expo together."
"Magic Research Expo...? I'm fine with it, but... it's just full of old folks and magic obsessives. You might not enjoy it?"
"Going with you is what matters. Cool?"
"Sure. Then if I win, you come help with research two hours a day, no exceptions."
"...That's kinda harsh. I'm just asking for one outing..."
"How about every other day then?"
"That... sure."
I'd win anyway, but acting a tiny bit uncertain would ease her mind.
"Okay. Mind if I grade yours first?"
Im Sol rummaged through the first-year sheets and pulled one out.
"Sorry, but no one gets number 30 right. Ever."
She flipped past it with a smug smile, then her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.
"Wha—what...?"
"Number 30 was a high-level trap, like you said. Probably only I got it."
It was about calculating interactions between the given magic circles.
Most students calculated based on the two obvious ones, but a hidden third circle was embedded in the first.
Include that, and nearly everyone failed. No one tests the circles in an exam.
Unless you're like me and can see what magic it'll produce just by looking.
"H-how did you get this right!? I designed that problem to fail everyone!"
Im Sol clenched her fist, genuinely frustrated.
"Ah... ."
Come to think of it, there was that setting.
Im Sol's classes were so advanced, no one ever got a perfect score. Useless trivia like that.
Exactly as she intended.
"Feeling it now? Told you I'm confident on the written part. Not backing out, are you?"
"...No. You'll mess up somewhere else."
She looked sulky. Kinda cute.
"But man, the effort showed. It was brutally hard. Took longer than all the other problems combined."
Actually, the whole test took under ten minutes, so no big difference.
"...Yeah."
"Ugh, this sucks! Three hours straight grading is killer. Who works three unpaid hours for a professor? Right?"
Tried for sympathy, got nothing, so I played up my hard work.
"Thanks for that."
Finally, it landed.
"Shouldn't you share some of that salary? I did over a tenth of it."
"You get other compensation."
"Other?"
Im Sol stuck her tongue out past her lips, made an O-ring with her fingers, and pumped it back and forth in front of her mouth.
"Ah... ."
"Want it now?"
"...Please."
Im Sol set the exam papers aside, came over to the sofa, and knelt down.
It felt sudden, but this was our usual with her.
She swept her pink cotton tee-brushing hair behind her ears, pulled down my pants, and took out my cock.
Sniff sniff.
"...Professor. Sniffing is kinda embarrassing."
We weren't naked in bed for sex; I was just passively receiving, so it felt awkward.
"Just curious how an excretory organ smells this good. Wonder if anyone else learned that skill. I want it too."
"Uh, probably not. I got it off the black market by chance... ."
"Really? Too bad. Haah."
She wasn't serious anyway and switched focus to my cock.
Soft lips sucked in the glans. The wet tongue wrapping the shaft made blood rush down.
Slurp... Schlick. Hnng. Smooch.
How was her blowjob better than Lilia's...? Does she study porn or something?
Magic genius means sex genius too, I guess.
Tslurp... Sslurp. Chuu slurp. Schlick.
Im Sol got serious, stimulating my cock deep. Taking it to the back of her throat while licking the shaft with her tongue—it was intense pleasure, hard to hold back.
Plus, her cat-like eyes occasionally checked my reactions, and every eye contact spiked the conquest thrill and joy of this beauty servicing me.
Climax built fast.
"Professor... gonna cum."
Mmng. Smooch.
Hearing that, she pulled back from deep throat, positioned it in her mouth, and bobbed her head fast, teasing the glans.
Determined to taste it on her tongue, I didn't hold back, shuddering as I came.
But timing off—my spurting cock slipped out, splattering sticky semen all over Im Sol's face.
Smack. Ugh, so sticky. And wasteful.
She exhaled hot breath, wiped the cum from her face with her hand, and licked her fingers clean.
"Professor. Y-you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine."
She scooped every edible bit into her mouth, then used Clean magic on her face and clothes.
"Good meal today too. Come again next time."
"Yes... I'll head out."
Her blowjobs were like farewell greetings.
A thanks for helping today.
Except the first time she called my cock huge, she only ever did it once per visit. Kinda disappointing.
*
I left Im Sol's lab and headed back to the dorm.
It took more time than expected, so a quick rest before bed.
I messaged Lilia I'd be late, so she probably ate without me?
Ding-
The moment I entered, Lilia came toddling out to greet me.
"You're back?"
"Yeah. You ate dinner?"
"No. I was waiting to eat with you!"
Her eyes sparkled.
Lilia had been brighter lately.
Two turning points: when she talked to her mom in hell, and when she saw my fame video. No idea why.
"Lucky I skipped too, but what if I had eaten?"
"I'd just eat your cum or whatever."
"...How about appetizers before dinner?"
I took her sex joke seriously.
Im Sol only did it once, so I was still wanting more. Perfect timing.
"Eh? Now? Before dinner?"
"Do it during delivery wait, eat, then again."
"I-I mean, I'd love to... Master. Smooch."
I pulled Lilia into a hug, kissed her, and led her to bed.
Im Sol's blowjob vs. succubus blowjob. Time to experiment which is better.