Weekend
"It doesn't even look like mana exhaustion. Why'd you forfeit?"
"Well..."
How was I supposed to answer that?
From Baek A-young's point of view, of course she'd be curious. A guy with nothing visibly wrong with him had shown up on a stretcher — and after forfeiting the finals, no less. I needed a decent excuse.
"Uh... about that."
But how was I supposed to explain it? I could hardly say, Nam Da-eun had her reasons for needing first place, so I threw the match.
"I just... had my reasons. I'm sorry."
That was the best I could do. I couldn't tell her the truth, and fumbling through some half-baked cover story would only make her suspicious later. Better to be honest about having something I couldn't say.
Baek A-young looked at me for a moment, then gave me a small smile.
"Alright. Tell me someday, though. Promise."
"...Thanks, A-young."
"It's fine. Everyone's got their own stuff going on."
Thankfully, she let it go without pressing further.
"Ahem. Well, the finals are over, so... what are you doing now?"
She asked it casually, her hand slipping onto my body as though the touch were an afterthought.
Sorry, but I already had plans with Professor Lim Sol today.
"I've got somewhere to be. I should get going."
"Ah. I see..."
The disappointment on her face was plain, but there was nothing I could do about it.
"I'll see you at the orphanage this weekend. Saturday works, right?"
"Mhm. Message me."
I left her there and stepped out of the infirmary.
Not taking first place stung a little, but at least I'd held Nam Da-eun's mental state together. As for her affection — I'd just have to work that up the hard way.
I sent Lim Sol a message that I was on my way and headed for the Magic Hall.
The Magic Hall was where the magic professors kept their research labs, and Lim Sol's influence there was staggering — she occupied the entire second floor. That's how big a deal she was. There were actually guys on the first floor working four rotating shifts, waiting around for nothing but a glimpse of her coming downstairs.
"Those bastards are still at it."
The Magic Research Department. The same guys who'd once given me a lecture about how hard it was to get a meeting with Professor Lim Sol. Even now that she and I were... involved, they were still standing there with snacks in their hands, waiting endlessly. I didn't see the one named Kim Hyeondo, so he'd probably finished his shift and gone to sleep.
Either way, the way they stared a hole through me every time I showed up was getting uncomfortable.
"Hello. Here to see Professor Lim Sol again today?"
"Yes, that's right."
I'd come to see her so often that even the lobby receptionist and I knew each other's faces by now.
"You're on the list. You can go on up."
"Thanks. Hang in there."
I took the elevator to the second floor, and the familiar lab came into view.
"Professor~. I'm here."
"Yeah, sit down."
Lim Sol set aside the magical instrument she'd been fiddling with and sat on the sofa across from me. I dropped onto the couch with the ease of long habit and filled a cup with coffee — instant mix, served from a teapot fancy enough to be embarrassed by its contents.
"You collapsed in the finals and you're already showing up? How's your body?"
"I'm fine. It was just a light case of mana exhaustion."
"Still, it was a shame. You had it almost won."
"Well, it's over. I'm trying to put it behind me. Did you finish grading the written exams?"
The enormous stack of test papers that had been piled up last time was gone.
"As if. But I've got plenty of time next week anyway, so I'll do it then."
"Ah..."
Next week was the survival exam — the last event of midterms. It was classified, of course, so only the professors knew about it.
"I could help, you know."
"No. I feel weird taking even more help from you."
What was this? Professor Lim Sol had suddenly gone soft on me. Was being nice to me the new trend around here? She wasn't usually the type to work this hard in the first place...
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Current State: How much pressure must he have been under to forfeit...? I should take good care of him.
"...?"
Her affection had just jumped by ten. I wasn't complaining, but... between Elise and now Lim Sol, I had no idea what was going on. She'd forfeited because of the pressure...? Had Lim Sol figured out that I'd thrown the match on purpose?
Lim Sol took a bite of chocolate cake and sipped her coffee.
Doesn't seem like it.
The table was covered in cream buns, chocolate spiral rolls, and assorted other pastries. Had the Magic Research Department guys brought all this?
"Come to think of it — those Magic Research Department kids I mentioned before. Do they still come by every day? They were out there same as always."
"The ones who bring snacks? Yeah. On the days you don't come, I take their snacks."
So that was why they stared at me like that. On the days I visited, Lim Sol never came downstairs.
"Why don't you take them on the days I come?"
"Well... when you show up, I don't need to recharge my sugar, do I?"
"Ahem..."
When she said it that bluntly, even I got a little embarrassed.
"Hoyeon. You've got my number, right?"
The question came out of nowhere.
"...? Yeah. Of course I do."
"If anyone ever gives you a hard time, you tell me."
"???"
Okay, what was going on with her today? Lim Sol was looking at me with the same tender, protective gaze I'd had when I was taking care of Mun Su-rin. The whole I-have-to-look-after-you thing, too... I genuinely had no idea what this was about.
"Well... thank you."
"I'm being serious. Remember that."
"Yes, ma'am. Understood!"
"Good. Now take your pants off."
"What?"
Before I knew it, Lim Sol was already on her knees in front of my crotch.
"Uh, Professor. Don't you need to do magic research today?"
"Nah. I called you here because you worked hard on the practical exam."
"Professor Lim...! Actually, can I call you noona?"
"No."
With practiced ease, Lim Sol pulled down my zipper, drew out my cock, and, as always, leaned in to breathe it in.
"Sniff... haah..."
"Professor, that is genuinely embarrassing..."
The warm puff of her breath against my balls felt good, I couldn't deny it — but it was mortifying.
"Fine. I'll cut it back a little. Hahp..."
"Nngh."
The moment she'd dropped to her knees, my cock had already stood at full attention, like Pavlov's dog hearing the bell. The heat of her lips and tongue wrapping around it felt incredible. Watching her slowly swallow me down, pushing me deep into her mouth, was obscenely hot.
I was always on the receiving end with Lim Sol, so I could never thrust into her throat the way I did with the other heroines. Today, though, it felt like she was taking me even deeper than usual. The rims of her eyes flushed faintly red, as if she were pushing herself — but she didn't stop. She kept working my cock with her mouth.
"Slurp... shlurp... schlick."
I'd fought a lot of matches today, and with the exam over, all the tension had drained out of me. The urge to finish came rushing in fast. When her soft tongue dragged along the shaft and teased the head, I couldn't hold it anymore.
"Professor. I'm gonna cum...!"
"Mmph. Kh. Schlick."
At the warning, Lim Sol started bobbing her head, working me even harder. I gripped the armrests of the chair, my body shuddering as I came in her mouth.
Normally she swallowed it down in greedy gulps, but today she held the load on her tongue and kept sucking, milking every last drop.
"Pop."
She pulled off my cock, then let the semen pooled in her mouth spill into the split of a cream bun sitting on the table.
"I was thinking about this before you got here. Figured it might taste better this way."
The bun, loaded with thick, milky-white cum, disappeared into Lim Sol's mouth.
"Mmm. Guess stacking something tasty on something tasty doesn't automatically make it tastier. It's a bit much."
Even so, she ate every last bite of the cum-soaked cream bun. Watching her do it, my cock hardened all over again.
"...Want me to go again?"
She smiled the way an older sister would, looking after a little brother who was whining that he hadn't had enough.
"Yes... please."
Lim Sol, who normally only ever did it once, was volunteering for a second round? Had she actually called me here because I'd worked that hard? Well, if she was offering, I wasn't about to turn it down. A man's instincts don't lose that fight.
"Guess I have no choi— hm?"
Just as she was about to bury her head in my lap again, she suddenly looked toward the window.
"What's wrong?"
"My imagination...? No. I think I've just been a little on edge lately."
She tilted her head, then took my cock back into her mouth.
Lim Sol really did send me off after nothing but the blowjob. I'd been planning to help with her magic research, but all she told me was to get some proper rest and prepare for next week. Was that her way of looking out for me, since she couldn't actually tell me about the survival exam?
I got back to the dorm earlier than usual.
A chime sounded as I opened the door, and Liliana's voice carried out from inside.
"Now this is me~! Do you guys even know how to play this game?"
I'd come home earlier than usual, so her stream was apparently still going.
"Hold on a sec~ Gonna hit the bathroom!"
I was peeling off my cadet uniform to take a shower when Liliana came bounding out of her room.
"You're back?! How'd the one-on-one duel go today?"
"Liliana, I didn't take first."
"Tsk. And after all that tough talk."
She was streaming in a sexy outfit again today, same as always. I caught her around the waist as she tried to slip into the bathroom and slid a hand into her top, palming her breast.
"Eek! What are you doing?!"
The sudden hand on her chest made her jump, and she started slapping at my arm in a flustered panic.
"I'm so sad I didn't get first place. Comfort me."
Coming back from Professor Lim Sol always left me about two percent short. The blowjobs were great, but without the main event, I found myself craving the warm feel of a woman's body. And as it happened, there was a succubus living in my apartment. You could call that fate.
"Nnngh, can't we do it after dinner?"
"No."
I got even more spiteful about it, rolling her nipple between my fingers and tormenting her with it.
"L-let me just end the stream first... Master..."
Well, yeah. The stream had to go off. I was a man who knew the difference between public and private. I let go of the breasts I'd been holding in both hands.
"Guys, that's it for today's stream. It's not an emergency dump, so don't be nasty in chat. I just have something to take care of. Thanks for watching."
I wonder if the viewers have any idea that the "something" she's taking care of is a creampie from me.
I lay back on the bed and waited. Liliana ended the stream, came over, and settled down beside me, demure as anything.
Squelch. Squelch.
Her pussy was already soaked through.
"And here you were, already all ready for me."
"I-it's just that the moment I see Master's face, I end up like this... I'm sorry..."
Neither of us needed foreplay. Liliana read the look in my eyes — that I wanted to be inside her right now — and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart with both hands. That tight little hole, waiting for her Master's cock, was already dripping with her juices.
"Master... please sponsor Liliana's pussy with your cock."
"Heh. Going in."
Looks like Liliana had taken a liking to my cock-sponsorship bit. Determined to live up to the donation, I pushed in from the head, sinking into her pussy.
"Nyeheeeh...! Hhngh! Nnnnngh!"
Liliana wrapped both arms around my back and let out a string of filthy, shuddering moans.