A Feast, Though Not of Food
It was a feast. Though not a place meant for eating.
The inside of Nariel’s house was thick with the smell of sweat.
For all that, a crisp mint note and a thread of grape fragrance ran through it, which made the whole thing feel a little strange.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thwack.
“Ugh… hngh… hnn…”
The ash-gray ponytail she had tied high kept brushing the tip of my nose, tickling it over and over.
That scent peculiar to Nariel—sweet and cool at once—rose from her hair and poured straight through my nose deep into my lungs until there was nothing else left to breathe.
“Ha… haah… ha.”
We had gone straight from brutal morning training into sex; the shortage of stamina was impossible to ignore.
The moment the subject came up we had started in a hurry, never even getting properly settled—just standing there, insertion first, no preliminaries.
After that hard workout her own body was already flushed and hot; she said that if it was now, she was willing to try.
So here she was, one leg lifted and held in my hand while I took her from behind, my free hand kneading her breast the whole time.
“Damn, your flesh really is springy as hell.”
“Your inner monologue just came out of your mouth, you bastard…”
“I’ll die.”
“That would be inconvenient… haah, haah… hngh. Then what about my training…”
So training was the problem?
“But you. No hymen. You’ve had some experience after all, huh?”
I kept massaging the springy violet skin of her body while I asked. The answer came soon enough.
“…As if. Ha, hnnngh… No matter how much longer I’ve lived than you humans… hngh… this is just, ngh, would you stop moving your cock while I’m trying to talk?!”
Oh. Poker face cracked.
“Go on, explain yourself properly.”
“As you know, I make my living swinging a sword… or something like that. Ugh, uungh…!”
Those little moans she let out every so often were so oddly cute I felt thoroughly satisfied.
“Is that so?”
“Spending every single day moving that roughly… hnnngh… after living more than a hundred years it wouldn’t be strange for it to have torn ages ago.”
“I see…”
“What is that reaction… unngh!”
Hearing her story left me with a faint regret; when I let that show on my face, Nariel asked about it.
“No, it’s just… more than anything else, I suddenly wanted to see what Nariel looked like as a girl the first time her hymen broke—that half-ripe reaction.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust!
“Mngh… You, you bastard! Your words are far too vulgar!”
“Is it that bad…?”
My cock drove roughly in and out of Nariel’s pale-violet pussy.
Every time it did, the leg I held climbed higher; with each stroke it was jerked upward as though being hauled skyward, swaying again and again like a reed caught in the wind.
“Urgh, ngh…!”
“Hurting?”
“No… the way my leg keeps stretching higher just makes the stimulation… khngh…!”
“In other words, it feels good?”
“No, you bastard! W-wait a moment! Ha, haang…!”
“Hm?”
“Ah, aaaaaaang…!”
Pshhhhhh.
All at once her posture collapsed; her body went limp and surrendered its full weight into my arms as she came hard, squirting.
So that was why she kept telling me to stop…
She climaxes like this, huh.
The cabin floor was soaked from the generous spray she had released.
Yet rather than any sharp stench, it still felt like an extension of that mint-and-grape fragrance.
Truly peculiar…
“Hey. You can’t just piss all over your own house like that.”
“Y-you bastard… y-you’re the one who made me do it, aren’t you…?”
“M-made you? I didn’t make you do anything. Still felt good, though. Shall we keep going?”
“W-wait… hngh, hnn, hyaaaaang…!”
She seemed a little pissed off, so I decided to keep thrusting without a break.
Unlike her usual wild or easygoing self, the girlish tone of the sounds she made every time I drove into her was so damn cute that the pistoning looked set to continue for a while yet.
And then the day of the Four Churches Assembly arrived.
How the hell had time flown so fast…
Erina had spent the past week exactly as planned, packing every teaching into her head so she could stand before the people without a single mistake.
That part, at least, I didn’t need to worry about.
As for that Mordian fellow…
All that fuss about choosing a venue for the Assembly, sending letters back and forth—and in the end it was just the academy’s grand banquet hall?
Well, the scale of the cathedral near the academy would have been a stretch no matter how you looked at it.
“…Professor Kyle.”
“Professor Bloomrain?”
In a little while it would be six o’clock—the hour the Assembly began.
Carriages carrying the distinguished guests had already arrived in droves before the banquet even started, and the hall was steadily filling with attendees.
The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling shone brighter than ever; wine glasses and desserts stood arrayed across the tables, ready to welcome the guests.
Staff hurried about their duties. I myself had been cutting through the small rear path reserved for academy staff and related personnel when Bloomrain’s call stopped me in my tracks.
“Ah, um… a-about last time…”
Last time…? Ah!
“Last time, I made good use of it.”
“Y-yeees?! Ah… yes……. I-I never imagined Professor’s would be that big, so, um…”
“Ah… I see…. You didn’t hurt your throat or anything, did you?”
Her throat, or anywhere else—I wanted to make sure I hadn’t made a mess of things.
I might have been a little rough.
“N-no… I just, um, got a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
“I’m glad. Thanks to you, Professor Bloomrain, I was able to sort some of my thoughts out as well. All in all it was a good time, I think.”
In the end I had reached the conclusion that useless fretting wasn’t necessary…
“I-I’m glad it was helpful… though I really didn’t do anything.”
“No, no—you did something truly significant.”
Mm. It really had been a feast.
I thought we might simply pass the time with more idle chatter, but a sudden commotion rose from a short distance away.
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“What’s that noise…?”
“I wonder…?”
“Let’s go check. The Assembly’s about to start; we can’t have a racket like that.”
It was only backstage, so it wouldn’t matter much, but even so—on a day this important, that sort of scene just wouldn’t do.
Drawing closer, I found the source was an empty waiting room nearby.
A glance inside showed Aiden, professor of the magic department, and his student Helena Prostheim.
“So you have to use this chance to catch the eye of influential people somehow—only then can you succeed afterward, whether as a mage or a spirit master—!”
“…I don’t want to succeed by methods like that.”
“You…!”
Thud!
Professor Aiden’s fist drove upward from below, burying itself deep into Helena’s abdomen.
“Ngh…!”
……! What the hell was he doing!
Even after taking a punch from a grown man she didn’t collapse; she only folded slightly at the waist, her face going rigid, yet she remained on both feet.
That didn’t make what had just happened disappear, though.
“We’re going in.”
“P-Professor Kyle?!”
Bloomrain tried to catch me as I strode forward, but it was already too late.
Helena and Professor Aiden had already seen me, and I was already inside the waiting room.
Aiden Crawford greeted me as though it were nothing of particular note.
“Well, well. If it isn’t the man of the hour—or rather, the one who made sure our star could stand here today.”
“The atmosphere is rather different from last time, Professor Aiden.”
“Ah. Forgive me. You’ve seen something unsightly. I’m a bit worked up at the moment.”
“I just watched Helena take a hit from you.”
At that, one of Professor Aiden’s eyebrows twitched; he looked at me with open irritation.
“You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Professor Kyle.”
I had no intention of backing down either.
“It isn’t meddling when a student is being struck.”
“Well… from a conventional standpoint you may be right.”
…Conventional?
“What kind of sophistry are you about to—”
“—His Grace the Northern Duke does not interfere in any way with Helena’s education.”
“And what am I supposed to do with that information?”
“There’s a saying that one should regard one’s teacher as a parent. From that perspective—isn’t it actually strange for Professor Kyle to take issue with my methods of discipline?”
What the…
Was this man insane?
“Listen here, Professor Aiden. I have no intention of nitpicking every single detail of your teaching methods from A to Z,
but even so—assaulting a student and, outside of class hours, forcing your own opinions on her like some petty tyrant—isn’t that crossing the line by a wide margin?”
“Haa… You really don’t get it, do you, Professor Kyle. Hearing that from you almost makes me laugh. Aren’t you the one who’s already crossed every line with your own students?”
“What?”
“People already call you a notorious womanizer… and that most successful student of yours you’re so proud of, Erina Crossbell… yes, the Saintess herself—you two already have that sort of relationship, don’t you? For all I know you were off somewhere having sex right up until a moment ago.”
What. Crazy bastard.
“…….”
I kept listening just to see how far he would go, and this son of a bitch had really,
really
hit the bull’s-eye.
Of course I hadn’t done it today yet.
I didn’t feel particularly cornered, but the sheer gall of it left me so speechless my mind went blank.
“Who knows. The Saintess was a mere commoner until recently, so she may well have fallen for your silver-tongued coaxing and been drowning in pleasure long before she became Saintess—any sense of dignity already long gone.”
“……!”
At those words Bloomrain’s eyes flew wide. She stepped forward, heels clicking, straight up to Aiden.
And then—
Slap—!
Professor Aiden’s cheek was struck so hard it snapped upward.