It Seems Sol Is in Heat
It seemed Sol was in heat.
"Myaaang—"
"Hey now, Sol. Hold still."
Right as my cock was pushing into Linea's pussy, Sol started yowling from nearby where she'd been pacing about.
She always only cried when I was mid-sex, without fail.
…Is she in heat?
Truth be told, I didn't know much about cats…
Sol was the type who took care of herself perfectly fine on her own. She made her likes and dislikes crystal clear, and a few things lined up with the scraps of knowledge I'd picked up here and there, so I'd just left her free to do as she pleased.
She was basically a feral alley cat to begin with, anyway.
Maybe I should find her a tomcat?
"Nyaaaa—!!"
As if she'd read my mind, Sol let out a rough, drawn-out yowl.
Honestly… whatever.
It had to be because she was a girl who trained her body so hard.
"…You're pretty tight."
My hand, cupped around one of Linea's breasts as she lay on her side, tightened of its own accord.
Squeeze…
"…Nnh, uhhngh……!"
One of her legs was hoisted up in my grip while my other hand held her chest. A solid, stable position for keeping the sex going.
Squelch.
"P-Professor…! Ahhn…!"
"…Ah."
I'd almost forgotten, what with how wanton Linea had been acting from the start…
A thin trail of fresh scarlet was seeping out along the shaft of my cock as it slid in and out of her small, parted slit.
"Damn… Linea. You okay?"
"Yes… I-I'm fine…"
"Good. As expected of the top student in the Holy Combat Department—I like that toughness. So we can keep going, then?"
"Y-Yes…? Ahhn…! Hnnh……!!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Slap, slap, slap.
Our hips crashed together again and again, filling the lab with wet, meaty sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the slick noise of sex.
With her leg and breast caught in my hands, Linea could do nothing but take the thick cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
Her face was twisted up, but not because she hated it—more because she simply couldn't hold out against the stimulation and pleasure my cock was driving into her depths—
—the kind of expression that got me hard just looking at it.
My cock kept swelling, surging up with fresh strength.
"Ahhhn…, ahhn, ahaah…!"
Linea stood braced against the wall with both hands, as if leaning into an embrace.
Much like before, she was angled sideways, one leg lifted in my grip while I pounded my cock into her from the side—same idea as when she'd been on the bed, only now she was on her feet.
I was especially horny today.
Even so, one of those clay-soft breasts was still crushed in my hand, and all Linea could offer in return were those plaintive little moans.
"P-Professor… ahhng…! Ahhn…!"
Slap slap slap.
Squeeze, knead.
"Uhhnnngh……!!"
Linea's breasts really do feel incredible…
That springy, firm resilience—the more I touched them, the more I wanted to keep going. Addictive, almost.
From this angle, fucking her from behind and off to the side, I couldn't see her face properly, but the scent of her hair drifting back to me was a quiet little stimulant all its own.
Leave it to a noble young lady.
And not just any noble—a high-ranking one. Every time her hair swayed, the fragrance that bloomed from it was something else.
Just how expensive was that scented oil she used?
A soft, high-class lavender note teased at my nose like a pheromone.
It felt like a waste to just keep thrusting, so I leaned in close beside her face and ran my tongue once, slowly, into her right ear canal.
Lick.
"Hyaah…?!! Ahhhn…! Ahaah…! Pro……!"
"Sensitive ears, I see. Linea."
Flick.
It didn't taste like much of anything.
If I had to put a word to it… the taste of a girl?
Clean. No sense of grime or dirt at all.
Well, of course—she lived in a world where servants tended to every last inch of her every day.
Prod. Lick. Fli—ck.
So I kept at it, tongue pointed and working deep into the shell of her ear, tracing every little corner.
"Uhhnn…! Uhhnhhnn……! Th-that's a dirty place……!"
"It's fine. It's you, Linea."
"Ahhhuuuhn…! D-don't say things like that right against my ear……!! Nngh───!"
Thunder was probably rolling around inside that ear of hers right about now.
Slurp, suck, wet little kisses.
It was getting a little fun—I wanted to tease her more—so I let go of her breast and used my free hand to work the other ear while I kept thrusting.
Rub, rub.
Thrust, thrust.
"Aaah, aaahah…!"
Linea standing sideways with one leg hiked up, taking me like that—god, she looked filthy in the best way.
Because she couldn't face forward, her waist was twisted off to the side. But with one leg lifted, that same waist arched upward, and the smooth curve of her pelvis—drawn into a perfect bow beneath her lower back—was pure visual sin.
Fuck, that's good.
This was the real scenery.
When she'd first started teasing me sexually, I'd thought she might actually have some experience.
She'd seemed like she knew a thing or two……
But once I peeled the layers back, she was just getting dragged along by me—if anything, she felt clumsier than Erina.
She just knew it all on paper… thoroughly, sure.
In reality, she was still a purebred noble young lady, blushing and flustered at a hundred percent purity…
A little different from first impressions… but maybe that was only natural?
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
The mouth between Linea's thighs gaped wide, greedily accepting that massive club of mine with wet, stretching sounds.
"Anhhn, aaahhn, ahhhn, hnnngh……!"
When I dropped my gaze, I could see one of her breasts swaying in a figure-eight beneath my hand, and below that, the clean split of her abs—an eleven drawn in smooth muscle—and her navel.
I'd love to lick those abs too, but maybe next time.
"Alright, Linea. I'm coming—!"
"…Nnh, y-yes……!"
As if a morning erection wasn't enough, I was about to pour a morning load straight into her pussy.
This was real luxury.
"Haa. Morning's almost gone already."
Erina doesn't have morning classes today, so she'll probably head to school around noon.
After the whole round and sending Linea off, I flopped down on the sofa in the middle of the lab for a breather. All kinds of thoughts started drifting through my head.
"Do professors usually just… have sex with their students like that?"
I'd only been muttering to myself.
"As if."
?!
"What…"
An answer I hadn't expected in the slightest.
I snapped my head toward the voice—back toward my desk—and found a short-haired girl with orange hair standing in front of it. She hopped lightly up to sit on the surface.
"…When did you get in here?"
"I've been here the whole time?"
…What?
"Don't lie. I've been checking since earlier—there wasn't a single presence in this room."
"You think I couldn't hide something like that? No… never mind. Forget that boring stuff… Yeah. That girl with the lavender hair was begging to get pregnant, but you put a ring on her finger so she can't actually have a kid—and then you still came inside her. You just wanted to creampie her, huh?"
"……Kh."
So she really had seen everything.
But why was she casually talking down to me?
Not that I particularly cared.
Anyway.
"So? Why show up now? You said you'd come find me soon, but already—"
"—Idiot."
"What?"
"You still don't get it?"
Get what…
My blank look must have said it all.
"Your cat. Sol. Where is she?"
"Huh?"
Now that she mentioned it.
"Sol? Sol! Where are you?"
"Me-ow."
…Hm?
While I was calling Sol's name and looking around, a voice came from behind me. I turned—and there was Mariel Solana, imitating a cat's meow.
"Hey, cut it out. Ah. Where'd she go? Couldn't even wait and wandered outside again?"
"It's me."
Tsk. I was busy enough as it was.
"What is."
"I'm your house cat."
"……? Uh, hello? Is something wrong with your head?"
"Ah, for real. This is frustrating. How can you be this dense?!"
And with a soft poof, a faint light flared around her body as it began to change.
…Shhhh.
"Myaong!"
What appeared was the very cat I'd been hunting for moments ago—our Sol.
"What…"
The puzzle pieces finally clicked into place.
Even for a romance-fantasy world, that cat's borderline chaotic freedom had never quite made sense—
So that was it?
In the next instant she popped back into human form. I walked straight up to Sol—no, Mariel Solana—and stopped right in front of her.
"……."
"W-what? Even if you get that close, I'm not having sex with you right now!!"
Looking at Mariel as she said that…
Pinch.
Streeetch—
I grabbed both of her cheeks in my hands and pulled them out to either side.
"E-eh? W-what are you—what are you doing with my cheeks—hyaah—"
"You little troublemaker… So there was a cute girl like this inside that cat the whole time, and you've just been causing chaos all along, huh?"
"I-I'll have you know I used to be a Hero, okay?! Hey?! A-are you gonna let go of me?!"
Honestly, I didn't even have that many memories of her causing real trouble.
She'd been good at understanding speech, sure, but otherwise she'd just acted like any other cat.
Even so.
"Why stay as a cat all this time? And what changed that made you decide to show up as a person now?"