Magic with Professor Lim Sol! (2)
"Not bad. Pretty decent, actually."
Slurp, slurp—
Lim Sol sat at the cafe table, sipping her chocolate latte. I sat across from her, nursing my coffee and catching my breath. At least I'd managed to drag her in here after she'd gone completely starry-eyed at the exhibition.
Truth be told, the expo hadn't been anything like I'd expected, and I'd been more than a little thrown. There simply hadn't been many places to show off my own magic. I'd been wracking my brain over what I could do for her, so it was a relief that she seemed perfectly content on her own.
Everyone in the cafe kept glancing our way, which was a bit uncomfortable, but both Lim Sol and I were used to being stared at. We ignored them and talked.
"Professor. For someone who didn't seem too thrilled about coming here, you're enjoying yourself an awful lot."
"…When did I ever say that? I was just evaluating the exhibits."
Lim Sol shot me a sideways look as she sucked on her chocolate latte, which by now was nothing but ice. I gave a wry smile and called the waiter over.
"E-excuse me, is there something wrong with our cafe…?"
The waiter who'd hurried over was trembling, scanning our faces with visible dread.
"One more chocolate latte… actually, make it two."
"Ah, of course!"
The waiter seemed to relax at my order, flashing a bright smile before dashing back to the counter.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Why was he shaking like that? I was a perfectly upstanding citizen. Had he never seen a celebrity before?
"Most mages are weirdos. It's not strange for people to get scared when they see famous ones like us."
Lim Sol answered my muttered question without missing a beat.
"Is that so? I thought I'd been living pretty decently."
I'd worked so hard on my public image! I'd even done volunteer work, hadn't I? And donations… okay, I hadn't done donations. I should get around to that sometime.
"The nicer the image in the media, the worse they tend to be behind the scenes. Mages are a shady bunch, you know."
That explained it. This was a cafe that a lot of mages frequented, so of course the staff were on edge. Judging by that reaction, they'd dealt with more than a few problem customers.
Watching Lim Sol nibble away at the leftover ice, I put it together. She'd had a great time, and now she was sulking. The reason wasn't hard to guess.
The other mages soured her mood.
After spending enough time around women, you learned to read this kind of thing. I didn't know the exact trigger, but Lim Sol had never liked other mages.
Slurp, slurp—
Watching her suck on an empty cup with a dissatisfied look, I opened my mouth.
"I was thinking while we were looking around earlier."
"Hmm?"
"Most of the exhibits were a little lacking, but if you just applied the core formulas, the quality would jump quite a bit. Once your paper gets published, the entire magic world is going to change."
In situations like this, praise was the way to go. They said praise could make even a whale dance — people tended to let go of negative thoughts once you complimented them.
"No."
"Pardon?"
Strange. Operation: Praise Makes Even Whales Dance had never failed before…
Lim Sol nudged the empty cup aside and looked me straight in the eye.
"It's not my research. It's our research."
"Ah…"
The way she included me in that made me pause and look at her. Then, seeing the faint smile on her face, I let out a sigh and ducked my head.
"That's cheating, springing that on me out of nowhere."
"Is your face red? That's a first."
"Haa…"
There was genuine warmth in the way she teased me, so all I could do was sigh and laugh along.
"By the way, could I ask you a favor?"
"What kind of favor?"
Her mood had lifted a little, and she nodded even at my sudden request.
"Something's come up. I'd like to make a short trip to France… would you be able to excuse me from class, like you did today?"
I didn't know exactly when, but once Rebecca brought back the information, I planned to visit the Iris Guild as soon as possible. I needed to meet Centaur. That meant I had to get her cooperation in advance.
I could just skip, technically… but after nine years of mandatory education, three years of high school, and four years of university — all of which I'd attended diligently — the very word "truancy" filled me with dread.
Of course, if I thought about it purely in terms of efficiency, just cutting class was the right call. If the professor had said it would be difficult, I'd been prepared to skip anyway.
"France…?"
"Yes. It's important."
Even with the sudden mention of France, Lim Sol only tilted her head. She didn't press for details.
"Hmm… it's not that hard. How long would you be gone?"
"I'm not sure about the exact duration… but I'm thinking it could take up to a week."
"A week…"
She considered it slowly, then nodded.
"Alright. That should be fine."
"Thank you."
I bowed my head.
"In exchange, you'll do something for me. You know what happens if you get caught asking for this, right?"
I expressed my gratitude to the faintly smiling Lim Sol.
"Anything I can do. Just name it."
I would have granted her request even without the trade. And watching the corners of her mouth curl upward, I felt the slightest flicker of unease.
At the same time, an inexplicable force slammed my body against the chair. No — more precisely, it was mana. Professor Lim Sol's mana pinned me flush against the seat. My arms were locked straight against my sides, and my legs were fixed slightly apart.
"Huh? Huh? Professor?"
My flustered voice seemed to amuse her. A mischievous smile flickered across her face.
"Honestly, the chocolate latte was way too bland. And I didn't bring my portable sugar cubes today."
The moment she finished speaking, Lim Sol ducked under the table.
Why?
The thought had barely formed before I started thrashing, trying to move. A bland chocolate latte. Portable sugar cubes. What she wanted from me was painfully obvious.
"Please, I'm begging you. Don't. This is a public place. Professor. Okay?"
"It's fine. I put up a barrier."
Just as she said from beneath the table, a barrier had already been erected around our seats. The speed of it was such that neither the surrounding mages nor even I, sitting inside it, had noticed a thing.
"But still, I mean, a mage's dignity…"
"While you're standing at attention like this?"
"…"
Looking up at me from between my legs, Lim Sol left me with no comeback. The cock standing at full attention without the slightest regard for dignity was well outside my control.
She slowly unzipped my student uniform trousers, and her hand slipped through the opening in my underwear. The cool touch of her fingers was unfamiliar and pleasant all at once. Then, guided by her hand, my cock emerged — already standing rigid.
"Hmm. I heard men like doing it in places like this. Looks like it's true."
"…"
I had nothing to say. That was just how males were built. I couldn't stop the thing from getting hard regardless of time or place any more than she could.
Lim Sol parted her lips. Those pink lips, that soft tongue shifting this way and that. Knowing exactly how they felt, I found myself even more aroused by what was coming.
Hoo.
At a distance where I could feel her breath, I swallowed.
If someone called me a pervert, I wouldn't have a defense.
"No complaints, right?"
"…No."
Then those plump lips began to swallow me from the head down.
The first thing I felt was a warm, moist heat. The cafe was magically climate-controlled to stay cool, which only made the contrast sharper. Just looking down at a woman taking me into her mouth was enough to flood my body with a staggering sense of satisfaction. But it didn't stop there. As I felt her tongue slowly lick along my shaft, I glanced around.
A couple teasing each other, touching as they laughed. Three men debating some point of magic. And a waiter heading our way with two chocolate lattes.
None of them had any idea what we were doing. Right here, we were doing something we absolutely should not be doing in front of other people. That sense of transgression only made my body even more—
Wait.
A waiter coming this way with two chocolate lattes?
I couldn't help but panic.
"Professor. Hold on. Just a second…"
"Here you are. Two chocolate lattes."
"Mmph."
Lim Sol seemed startled by the waiter's voice as well. She froze with my cock still in her mouth.
"Ah, ah. Yes. Thank you."
Clink. Clink.
The waiter set one latte in front of me and one in front of Lim Sol's empty seat, smiling as if nothing at all were out of the ordinary.
"Haa…"
Right. There was a barrier. I relaxed and slid the latte in front of me over to Lim Sol's spot, thinking I'd gotten worked up over nothing.
"Um, excuse me…"
But the waiter didn't leave.
"Yes?"
She had a pretty face, the kind you'd expect from someone working a busy cafe. By ordinary standards, anyway. She couldn't compare to the women around me, who'd long since surpassed any conventional measure of beauty.
I swallowed hard. This wasn't about to turn into one of those clichés where the cafe waitress was secretly an incredibly powerful mage, was it?
"I-I'm actually a fan… so if it's not too much trouble, could I maybe get an autograph…?"
"…Ah. An autograph. I can sign that for y— hngh?"
The tension drained out of me all at once, and I tried to answer quickly so I could send her on her way. Or rather, I tried — then squeezed my eyes shut. Lim Sol had started moving her tongue again.
The sensation of that tongue sliding in beneath the head of my cock made me clench my teeth.
"C-could I ask Professor Lim Sol as well?"
The waiter flushed, looking at the apparently occupied chair. From outside the barrier, Lim Sol must have still appeared to be sitting there normally.
I kept the conversation going, desperate to get her out of here.
"Yes. Yes. But we're in the middle of an important conversa— so. Hoo, I'll do it when we pay later, kh— …okay."
"Thank you! And when that happens, would it be alright if I asked a few questions about magic…?"
The waiter crouched slightly in a cute little pose. Whether she was trying to show off her cleavage or just thought the posture was flattering, I had no bandwidth to care. Lim Sol had started sucking me even harder.
"Yes. Yes yes yes. I'll do all of it."
Hoo.
I took a deep breath inwardly and endured Lim Sol's fellatio.
"Thank you so much! Sorry for interrupting!"
Letting out something like a cheer, the waiter scampered back to the counter.
I shouldn't have been so nice to the waiter.
This was what I got for it.
"Khh, khh. Professor. Seriously…!"
I looked down at her with a mix of belated regret and resentment, but Lim Sol just quietly kept moving her head. She reduced the air in her mouth and wrapped my cock with her tongue and cheeks, and every time her head bobbed up and down, the pleasure was indistinguishable from being inside a pussy.
Schlck— slurrp— shllck—
She licked along the shaft, sucked the head in, then started moving again. Lim Sol didn't stop. Unable to move my body, I had to clench my fists just to hold on.
"Hngh, I'm gonna come."
"Mmh."
She nodded with my cock still in her mouth. I couldn't endure that motion and spilled everything I'd been holding back.
Gulp— gulp—
The entire time I came, she rubbed her tongue against the sensitive underside of the head. If this hadn't been a cafe, I might have found some way to go all the way. That's how overwhelming it was.
"…Schlck."
Lim Sol slowly drew me out of her mouth, as if determined to suck up every last drop clinging to the shaft.
Snap—
A light snap of her fingers, and my body started moving again. My cock was already clean and dry. Then, with a series of clunks, she crawled out from under the table and sat back in her chair, her mouth visibly full of something.
Lim Sol brought the chocolate latte — ice still floating on top — up to her chest, then stuck out her tongue. My cum spilled along that cute little tongue and mixed into the drink.
"…What are you doing."
I had to watch the whole thing while stretching out my hands and feet. She deposited half the load she'd been holding in her mouth into each latte, then sucked one up through the straw.
"Mmh, sweet. This is it!"
She beamed, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. It was a strange feeling, knowing that was my cum. The silver lining, I supposed, was that the professor's mood had improved.
"If you're happy, Professor, then I'm happy."
"Really? I guess I trained my student well after all."
Slurp, slurp—
Enjoying her chocolate latte, Lim Sol looked at me and held out the other one. The playful curl of her lips made it clear she was dying to mess with me.
"Want some? It looks delicious. It's incredibly sweet."
"Haa, I'll pass. Just take care of the France thing for me."
Lim Sol pulled the latte back toward herself.
"Actually, field training is about to start."
"Pardon?"
Field training? What was that?
"It's a program where guilds and associations take students on experiential placements. The academy decided to start it this year."
"…Hold on. Are you saying—"
"Yep. You can use that to get to France. That way you can skip class legally."
"Then what was the reason you sucked my cum out from under the table?"
"Because it tastes good?"
When she put it like that, there was nothing I could say.
Slurp—
Lim Sol giggled and happily sucked on her chocolate latte. Watching that little tongue flick out made me remember what had just happened, and I turned my head, my face inexplicably warm.
A short distance away, the men who still had no idea about any of it continued their discussion over a single magic circle.