Mentor and Mentee
I arrived at the training hall early on Sunday morning for our promised meeting. Isis was already waiting for me out front. Just like last time, she had her body wrapped in a simple tracksuit. She greeted me with a bright, radiant smile.
"Yes. Did you wait long?"
When I asked, Isis gently shook her head from side to side. Each time she did, her silky straight hair swayed and released a faint scent of high-end shampoo. Mixed with her naturally luxurious body fragrance, the aroma was so captivating it was impossible to ignore.
"By the way, did you change your shampoo?"
"It does. When it mixes with your natural scent, I feel like I could smell it all day long."
Even as she lightly tapped my chest as if to say I should tone down the teasing, Isis laughed with genuine delight. Just looking at her face made something inside my chest tingle.
"Not at all. I really mean it."
"Right. Let's get going."
As expected, ever since the mentor-mentee program began, more students had started training on weekends. The frontline dispatch happening in a month wasn't like the previous evaluations that simply ranked grades. This time, lives were genuinely on the line. Of course, every practical lesson and real battle so far had been a desperate struggle, but that was mostly because Abel's party was so abnormal. For normal students, this was the first true taste of real combat. That was why everyone was training and preparing more thoroughly than ever.
We reached the sparring room in no time.
"Sounds good."
Isis and I faced each other and began stretching slowly. Every time she moved her body, her breasts swayed dramatically. They were a little smaller than the Saintess's, but still far beyond normal sizes. The sight sent blood rushing downward, forcing me to focus everything I had on suppressing it. But what aroused me most wasn't her chest. It was those eyes. Every time our gazes met, she would shyly smile and look down, and that alone made it almost impossible for me to hold back. She only ever showed this side to me and no one else.
Maybe I should get some aphrodisiac?
The thought of secretly setting a trap and devouring her later even crossed my mind. Of course, it was an unforgivable crime with no possible justification, so I couldn't actually bring myself to do it.
The stretching ended before long.
"Yes. Please take care of me."
She beckoned with her fingers in an adorable, almost provocative way. I stepped forward using the Moon Shadow Step and charged in.
Let's take it slow and careful.
Since we had plenty of time, instead of going all out from the start, I circled around Isis looking for an opening. I threw occasional probing jabs while waiting for my chance. The moment her right foot left the ground, I rushed in.
Since she was right-handed, lifting her right foot made it difficult to put weight on it. She wouldn't be able to use the rotational power of her hips and waist, which would weaken her attacks. If we clashed in that state, I would have the advantage. Or so I thought.
But Isis had been waiting for exactly this moment. She smoothly changed her stance and countered. In an instant she regained her balance, easily caught my fist, and yanked me forward. Instead of resisting the pull, I rode the momentum and immediately grabbed her right wrist as she tried to strike into the opening.
She tried to shake me off by rotating her arm outward, and I responded in kind. A breathless battle of techniques unfolded. We read each other's intentions, countered in real time, and exchanged offense and defense at extremely close range. The fierce exchange of grips lasted a full three minutes before ending with both of us locking each other's arms.
Isis smiled brightly and praised me.
"Haa… haa! You're too kind."
I had only ever traded punches before. This kind of technical exchange was completely new to me, and it had been exhausting. As I took rough, deep breaths, our breathing naturally mingled. Isis, who had been calmly observing me, suddenly blushed bright red. The strength slowly drained from her arms.
This is my chance!
The moment I spotted the opening, I pressed Isis with the intent to devour her.
"I'm not going easy on you!"
Was the skinship too much for her? The more contact we had, the stronger her agitation became. I deliberately pressed even closer. Just as I was about to completely seize the upper hand—
Isis shouted as if she couldn't take it anymore. She spun at incredible speed, broke free from my joint lock, and slammed me into the floor instead.
BAAAAM!
An excruciating pain exploded across my back.
"Guhk!"
The impact felt like my spine had shattered. I couldn't even scream properly. As I convulsed on the floor, Isis, who had been catching her breath, rushed over in a panic and gently stroked my back.
"Ugh…."
Worry filled Isis's face. She clearly hadn't even considered that I might be faking the pain. I kept acting pitiful until the very moment her guard was at its weakest, then yanked her down on top of me.
"You can't let your guard down!"
Isis let out an adorable scream as her face buried into my chest. When she tried to get up quickly, I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist and used my free hand to tickle her sides.
Isis completely lost it. She must have been extremely ticklish because she couldn't escape my embrace. Of course, the bigger reason was that she was holding back her full strength in case she accidentally hurt me.
While I relentlessly tormented her, I suddenly felt a heavy weight in my groin.
Oh, shit.
It seemed that as Isis squirmed, her ass kept pressing against me, naturally stimulating me. I had been so focused on tickling her that I hadn't even noticed I was getting hard. The fear that she might notice my condition mixed with a strange thrill. As I wondered what to do, Isis, whose neck had turned bright red from struggling, finally surrendered.
"Really? You surrender?"
She must have been incredibly ticklish. Seeing her desperate expression, I inwardly cheered while pretending to reluctantly nod.
"…I guess I have no choice. Just this once."
When I finally released her, Isis quickly stood up, straightened her clothes, then suddenly froze and asked for permission.
Apparently embarrassed by the subject, she smiled awkwardly and kept squeezing her thighs together. The sight stimulated my imagination.
Strange…
I definitely didn't have a piss fetish, yet imagining Isis urinating sent a surge of arousal through me. This wasn't something I could handle with just a quick break.
"Perfect timing. I need to go too."
"Yes. See you in a bit."
Watching her dash out of the sparring room in a hurry, I also left and headed for the men's restroom.
I need to take care of this.
Masturbating in a public restroom wasn't ideal, but it was better than getting caught by Isis with another erection.
…Fortunately, the restroom was empty.
POV Shift: Isis
Click.
After locking the door and checking the surroundings multiple times, Isis sat down on the toilet lid.
She let out a sigh of relief, then carefully lifted her hips and pulled down her tracksuit pants. A pure white pair of panties was revealed.
The center of her panties—the part that had covered her pussy—was soaked in a round, wet patch. When she touched it lightly, sticky fluid clung to her fingers.
He suddenly did something like that…
Embarrassed and ashamed, Isis unconsciously blamed Luan. She had been so startled. At first she had been too focused on the tickling to notice, but as she struggled, something hard kept pressing against her ass. When she realized what it was, she discovered it was Luan's cock. Even through the tracksuit pants, the heat and hardness had been incredible.
She had tried to endure it somehow, but eventually the area between her legs had gotten far too wet. She had no choice. If she stayed like that, Luan would definitely notice how aroused she was. She had even abused her authority as student council president to become his mentor, yet for a brief moment she wondered if she should have never done it.
Isis suddenly recalled what had happened on the snowy mountain.
It was so big.
Luan's cock, as thick as his forearm, had been monstrous, yet it possessed a magnetic power that made it impossible to look away. Remembering the overwhelming heat she had felt when she took it in her mouth, the intense throbbing, and the thick, sticky semen made her body burn even hotter.
Squirt!
Her pussy twitched and gushed more love juice, spreading the wet stain on her panties even wider.
I can't hold it anymore.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Isis slowly pulled her panties down. The moment they left her pussy, a silver strand of fluid connected them. When the panties reached her thighs, the strand finally reached its limit and snapped.
After completely removing her panties, she tossed them into her subspace pocket and scanned her surroundings once more.
Her senses detected nothing. Even so, she hesitated for a long time before finally surrendering to the intense thirst spreading from her womb. She carefully brought her hand to her pussy.
Squelch!
She had barely rubbed it, yet a pleasure so intense it turned her mind white surged through her. Startled by her body's hypersensitive reaction, Isis moved her hand instinctively, like a thirsty person digging a well.
Squelch! Squelch!
Every time her fingers moved up and down, transparent fluid poured from her pink slit. The droplets of love juice flowed past her perineum and pushed aside the ones already gathered below.
Plop!
The love juice barely grazed her anus before merging with the toilet water. More droplets followed right behind.
Completely consumed by pleasure now, Isis no longer held back her moans as she continued masturbating. Even so, her senses remained sharper and more vigilant than ever, carefully monitoring her surroundings. She never once imagined that her little brother was in the men's restroom right next door, masturbating while thinking of her as well.
It was a full fifteen minutes before Isis finally left the restroom.