A Hopeful Start at the Academy (3)
When she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling stretched above her.
"Haa... Where am I? Ugh..."
A stabbing pain lanced through her right arm. She turned her head and saw the sword wound carefully wrapped in bandages.
"Awake, are you?"
A middle-aged man with a kindly face laid a cool, damp cloth across her forehead.
"Where is this place?"
"I am Professor Dufresne of the Swordsmanship Department. This is my office. Your injuries needed urgent treatment, so I brought you here."
"Thank you. What happened to those bastards?"
"I gave them a thrashing that brought them to their senses, but... those boys are the troublemakers of the Swordsmanship Department, sons of powerful nobles in the kingdom. There's only so much that can be done."
May pushed herself upright on the bed.
"You ought to lie back down and rest a little longer... To reduce such a delicate girl to this state—those scum..."
The professor clenched his fist, voice rising as if he could barely contain his anger.
"No, I should go back now. My little sister will be waiting for me..."
"As it happens, I ran into a young girl on my way who begged me to save her sister. She has probably returned to the dormitory by now."
He held out a teacup toward her.
"Ginger tea. It will warm you. Drink."
May began sipping the hot tea in small mouthfuls. A sweet, spicy heat spread across her tongue.
"You look like a first-year. Might I know your name?"
"May Blair, first-year of the Literature Department."
"Literature, is it... You must never go near that alley again. It has been a ruin since before the Academy was founded—a favorite haunt of thugs."
Whether from the ginger tea or something else, her body was growing steadily hotter.
But why do I feel so dizzy…
"How is your body? Feeling warmer?"
"Yes, but I'm a little dizzy. Ah—!"
Professor Dufresne caught her as she staggered and nearly collapsed.
"Careful now."
Why does my chest feel so tight?
"Haa... haa... It's so hot, Professor..."
He hurriedly stripped off her upper garments so the cool air could reach her skin.
"And what is this?"
At the tips of her exposed nipples, white droplets had beaded up, glistening.
She reached out, touched one of the droplets with a fingertip, and brought it to her nose.
A milky scent mixed with something sweet... This is milk—no, since it came from a human body, isn't this breast milk?
Seeing the bewilderment on her face, Professor Dufresne smiled.
"A magical potion the Animal Husbandry Department uses on dairy cows. It has several effects... I mixed a little into the ginger tea. The potency is working faster than I expected."
"Don't tell me... you're after my body too..."
So the saying was true—there wasn't a single man in the world you could trust.
She clung to her fading consciousness, fighting not to black out.
He seized one breast in a rough hand and squeezed.
A white stream of milk spurted from the nipple with a soft pssht.
"Excellent. Top-grade quality."
With a look of pure satisfaction he lowered his mouth to her left nipple and began to suckle the milk.
I haven't even been pregnant, and I'm a man, damn it. Getting my milk sucked by this creepy old bastard...
The humiliation was crushing.
Gulp... gulp...
She could hear her own breast milk sliding down the professor's throat.
Yet separate from that wretched feeling, her heart began to race, and the man nursing at her breast started to look almost... cute.
Have I lost my mind? Why am I like this?
She reached out and gently stroked his hair.
He pressed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue inside.
The sweet scent of milk filled the air; a sugary taste bloomed on her tongue.
Her body was burning.
How can I cool this down?
Her pussy was already so soaked she could feel the slick fluids dripping from her.
The heat radiating from her sex was so intense it almost steamed; it craved to be filled.
"Professor, please fuck me..."
She begged in a pitiful, melting voice. Her tongue was already half-tied.
"The aphrodisiac is working beautifully. Heh heh..."
He yanked down her skirt and panties in one motion.
An aphrodisiac... He fed me an aphrodisiac?
Her mind recoiled in disgust, but her body answered differently.
Once he had stripped completely, the professor pinned her small frame beneath his bulk.
"Haa... ngh..."
His hairy, muscular body crushed down on her, leaving her breathless—yet somehow the weight felt steadying, safe.
Desperate little moans slipped past her lips.
"Haang... Professor..."
The massive cock forcing its way between her thighs was already slick to the root with the juices pouring from her pussy.
"Suck it."
He shoved his cock in front of her face.
She took the ugly thing in both hands and began licking carefully from the tip of the glans.
Slurp... slurp.
"Damn... that tongue work is lethal. Where'd you learn that?"
She filled her mouth with his cock, sealed her lips tight so no air could enter, and bobbed her head.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
"Guh... kuh... What the hell is this? Holy shit..."
Professor Dufresne's face went slack with rapture, half out of his mind.
Vacuum fellatio—something she had only ever heard about. No one had ordered her to do it, yet she offered him the technique with devoted care.
Spurt! Spurt!
Cum exploded inside her mouth and slid straight down her throat before she could even taste it.
"Haaah..."
He flipped her onto her back, gripped his cock, and rubbed the head along the folds of her pussy.
"Hnn—"
Her flinching little whimper never reached him.
He spread her legs and pressed the spit-slick cock against her entrance.
"Kyaah... hhk... hhk..."
He pushed slowly into her tight, springy pussy. The head slipped inside first.
She loved the way his muscular body handled her however he pleased.
Schlick...
At the same time a thick, sticky pleasure flooded her lower half. Her pussy clung to him with greedy tenacity.
"The squeeze is fantastic too. Perfect!"
His satisfied groan made her so happy she clenched even tighter around him.
Slick fluids already overflowed, soaking her ass completely. Her buttocks quivered like pudding.
"Professor, it feels so good..."
She managed the words only after catching her breath for a long moment.
Schlick... schlick...
Her tiny hole had already swallowed him to the root.
The sheer size made cold sweat bead on her skin. She wasn't even feeling the full force of the pleasure yet, but she began rocking her hips while still pinned beneath him—exactly like a slave servicing her master.
Then, with him still buried inside, she started rolling her hips in slow circles.
The professor looked as if his eyes might roll back from the ecstasy. The elastic walls of her pussy rotated around his cock, stimulating every inch.
"Haaaah..."
"So this... is what it feels like..."
The joy of becoming one with a man. It was the first time in her life she had tasted a woman's pleasure.
"Haa... I feel strange. I think I'm going to pee..."
She exhaled heated breaths, focusing entirely on the sensation.
"Pound me hard... Professor..."
A thick nasal whine, ecstatic sighs leaking from her throat.
"Gladly, you little slut! I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
Spitting crude words, he began slamming his cock into May's small pussy without restraint.
Schlick schlick schlick
Every thrust lifted her toes and sent tremors through her entire body. The wild rocking of his hips threatened to shatter her mind.
Without slowing his hips he buried his face in her breasts and suckled milk from her nipples again.
Suck... suck... gulp gulp
Using her breasts like handles, his thrusts grew more violent.
Is this the pleasure of a female getting milked while she's being fucked?
She exhaled ragged breaths amid waves of pleasure she had never known. In front of her, Professor Dufresne's hips worked in a frenzy of lust, and the sight somehow stoked her own greed—the desire to give him even greater pleasure.
"May's pussy is... the professor's personal cum dump!"
"Please shoot your seed deep inside me..."
"I'll fill you up, over and over—more than ten times!"
In a lewd voice no one could have imagined from her innocent face, she trembled with joy at every thrust.
Overwhelmed by the conquering rush, the professor could no longer hold back and began pouring his semen into her.
Gulp gulp gulp
She felt it in her belly—the fierce jets of cum battering the walls of her pussy.
Lost in the climax of ejaculation, he squeezed her breasts hard.
Pssht! Pssht!
White milk jetted from both nipples.
"Aaaang!!"
May could no longer hold back her scream. An overwhelming, ecstatic release swept through her whole body. She had finally reached the peak.
"Haa... haa... I feel like I'm dying..."
Her pussy remained clenched tight, twitching and milking his cock with relentless squeezes.
"Khuh..."
Pop!
The professor carefully pulled out. Because she had clamped down to the very end, it felt as if she had wrung every last drop of semen from his urethra.
She could clearly feel the thick cum that had spilled from her pink pussy now sliding down toward her asshole.
"Hngh..."
What a disgraceful sight she must be.
Only after the climax faded did her mind finally clear. Shame made her want to die.
I was tricked into drinking an aphrodisiac, yet I still came like that...
How am I supposed to show my face after this?
Crushed by misery, May sank into a long, heavy silence.