You're Not Doing Anything Improper with the Female Students, Are You?
You're not out there doing anything impure with the female students, are you?
I must be out of my mind.
Here I am, serving as an Academy professor, and I put my hands on one of my own students.
Fortunately, Erina hadn't taken the words I'd given her right before climax lightly. The moment the signs began to show, she stacked both palms over her cleavage and managed, at least, to keep the semen from splashing across her face.
But was that really the problem right now?
Post-nut clarity hit me like a truck…
The silver lining was that, after draining a little, the heavy rush of blood to my lower half finally eased up some.
Slurp.
Hm?
Slurp? What the hell was that sound?
Something like a soft, deliberate sucking noise pulled my gaze over.
"Erina? What are you doing right now?"
"Ah."
Right after I'd finished, Erina had scooped the pool of semen gathered in her cleavage into her hands, brought it to her lips, and was daintily sipping at it, tasting it. The moment I called her name she startled like she'd been caught doing something unspeakable, her shoulders giving a sharp jolt.
"Why would you…"
"I-it's not… I mean… this water that pooled here… it's a little sticky, sure, but the scent is so strong, and it's pure white, so…? Curiosity about the taste just hit me all of a sudden……?"
"Curiosity…?"
Curiosity, huh. Was that just normal for girls her age…?
"O-of course, even if it is Professor's, the thought that it came from an excretory organ is a bit… well?"
"Hss… It's not an excretory organ."
Besides, once a man gets hard, the secretion of pre-cum cleans out the urethra, so it isn't nearly as filthy as Erina seemed to think. Still, I couldn't claim it had nothing to do with the urinary tract either, and the hit to my pride made me completely unwilling to concede the point.
Sluuurp.
"A-anyway, the taste is… kind of ordinary? Average?"
Why the hell did she drink the whole thing?
And after drinking every last drop she calls it average…?
What is it with girls' taste buds? I seriously cannot understand them…
"R-right."
After that, the two of us sat in our own awkward silence, trying to compose ourselves and put our clothes back in order, when someone knocked on the laboratory door.
Erina, who still hadn't finished fixing herself, nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound. She looked ready to dive under my desk if she had to, until—
"Professor! It's Linea Albrecht. May I come in?"
A voice a little too bright and playful for the situation. The name and the tone snapped her cold composure back into place, and she scrambled to finish straightening her uniform.
…What the hell.
"Yes. Come in."
A few more seconds of delay and we would have been in real trouble.
Click.
The door swung open and Linea stepped inside.
A girl with long, wavy lavender hair the color of soft purple flowers, tied in a half-twintail. She had left the thick mass of hair at the back free to cascade down her back while gathering only the side locks into small twin tails, clearly going for a calculated touch of cuteness. Her eyes were a cool gray with the faintest wash of blue, and the slight upward tilt at the outer corners kept her from looking entirely soft or innocent.
Unlike the students of Holy Healing, her uniform consisted of a white blouse under a black corset-style jumper dress embroidered with gold thread that only covered down to just beneath the bust. A red ribbon sat at the collar, and a brooch set with a blue jewel rested at the center.
Her chest is so full that her personality somehow doesn't come off as sharp as it should.
The black dress was clearly meant to cinch the figure, yet the chest area had been deliberately left open so the fabric merely draped over her breasts. The designer's taste was nothing if not consistent—more like a deliberate way to highlight and advertise certain assets. There was separate practice gear for actual drills, of course.
Anyway, Linea had barged into my office, and Erina was standing right beside me. Their eyes met.
"Erina Crossbell? You were here as well?"
"Am I not allowed to be here?"
"Not at all. I never said a single word about you not being allowed. Honestly, this is exactly why commoners… always so full of persecution complexes."
Ahem.
"Linea. You shouldn't make remarks that discriminate by status."
Well, as the daughter of a Silvahrt Empire count family it wasn't an unthinkable way of thinking. Either she still had a lot to learn about the world, or her character education hadn't quite finished.
The prestigious Albrecht Imperial Counts—direct retainers of the Emperor himself. Even among nobles of the same empire, an Imperial Count who held real power in the capital outranked a regular count ruling a provincial territory by a wide margin in both authority and prestige.
But my worry turned out to be unnecessary.
"…Ah. Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way at all. It just slipped out. No… even making excuses like this only makes it worse right now, doesn't it. I'm sorry, Erina Crossbell."
At my light scolding Linea flinched as if she'd only just realized her mistake, then immediately offered Erina a proper apology.
The first words out of her mouth had sounded so much like a villainess that I'd been a little worried, but it seemed I'd been overthinking it.
Then again, when you considered everything the Albrecht family had always done, it was hard to imagine otherwise.
For as long as the Silvahrt Empire had existed, the Albrecht Counts had taken the empire's coin and steadily exerted a positive influence across their own lands and far beyond. They voluntarily took charge of regions plagued by monster outbreaks and still manned the border defenses, ran scholarship programs that discovered gifted commoners and orphans and raised them into talent, and when disaster, famine, or poor harvests struck their territory they reduced or deferred taxes—listing every good deed would wear the tongue out.
That Imperial Count doted on this daughter of his, so of course I had been wrong to doubt her. Surely her upbringing had been meticulous as well.
That was only my assumption, though. The relationship between the two girls seemed a little different.
"Hmph. You think you can brush it off with a single word and someone will just accept it?"
Erina?
"You really do have a thorny personality, Erina Crossbell. To think someone like you is one of only two teaching assistants to Professor Kyle… it's truly embarrassing."
So they were the sort who bickered and teased each other like this.
"Saying that won't get you anywhere, you know? When I think about the kind of bond the professor and I have formed… your little provocations are just laughable."
Erina put on the most adult, leisurely expression she could manage. Then, with an elegant flick of her fingers, she brushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.
"Wh… what…!"
Linea looked genuinely flustered by Erina's sudden air of composure.
She wasn't the only one flustered.
Erina, what the hell are you about to say?
Don't tell me you're going to bring up what just happened a minute ago—
"Ahem. That's enough, both of you. More importantly, Linea? What brings you here?"
"Ah, Professor. It's about the class that's starting shortly."
Clip, clop. Clip, clop.
We were walking down the corridor toward the outdoor training grounds for the Holy Combat Studies class.
Belheim Magic Academy.
The name had "magic" in it, but that didn't mean every class was strictly magical. It also covered pure hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, cold weapons, and a whole range of other disciplines—more like a comprehensive academy that taught just about everything.
For Kyle, Combat Studies is honestly closer to his real specialty than Healing Studies.
That had been his actual profession, after all.
"Erina? Why are you following us?"
Erina had stuck herself to my side and was trotting along after us. Linea directed the question at her.
"If I don't come, who's going to cast healing spells when someone gets hurt?"
"The professor is right here. What is there to worry about? If you keep trying to get in the way—"
"That right there is your chronic problem—always leaning on the professor the second something happens. Don't you get it?"
"Mngh…"
I was starting to wonder who the real villainess was, Erina.
We kept walking down the corridor when someone approached from the opposite direction.
"Professor Kyle Edelrein."
"Ah. Vice Headmaster."
It was none other than Roderick Venteras, Vice Headmaster of Belheim Magic Academy. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
"Where are you headed in such a hurry?"
"I was on my way to the venue for the next class."
"Hmm… Is that so."
His eyes swept once over me and the girls at my side.
Hmm. What kind of look is that?
"I watched yesterday's lecture with genuine admiration. Truly excellent teaching, fully worthy of your career."
"Thank you for the kind words."
It wasn't common for one professor to sit in on another's class. But Kyle was a newly appointed instructor, and given the circumstances the vice headmaster had probably come to observe once as a form of inspection as well.
"However… you seem to be walking around with two female students in tow."
Ah.
Don't tell me.
"…Haha. It just sort of turned out that way."
"The students behind you… Miss Erina from Healing Studies and Miss Linea from Combat Studies, is it?"
…Does he memorize every student's face and name?
"Yes. That's correct."
At my affirmation, Erina and Linea both bowed politely to the vice headmaster.
"You're not out there doing anything impure inside this sacred Academy, are you?"
"Impure? Absolutely not."
It wasn't as though nothing had happened… but what took place a little while ago had been an accident.
"Hmm. You sound so confident that I truly hope that is the case. Should word of any such incident ever reach my ears, I will not let it pass lightly. Keep that in mind."
With those parting words the vice headmaster strode off.
Thankfully no major trouble had erupted.
This counts as a clean getaway, right?
"What is that man's problem?! That so-called vice headmaster! Accusing all of us with zero evidence! Isn't that right, Erina?"
"…Y-yeah? R-right."
"Erina Crossbell? Why did your answer suddenly get so stupid?"