Not Food, But Smell and Taste Still Matter
“Haa…”
After finishing my interview with the headmaster, I returned to the lab and sank into my chair. Erina brought over some tea.
“Professor, why such a deep sigh…?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
It wasn’t nothing, exactly… but it wasn’t the kind of worry you unload on a student, either.
‘The rear mountain, is it? Haa… To tell you the truth, there’s a guardian who’s lived there for ages, watching over our academy…’
‘A guardian, you say?’
‘Yes. Well… At any rate, I trust Professor Kyle will sort it out nicely?’
‘Pardon?’
‘You will, won’t you?’
That was literally all the explanation I got.
If you’re going to dump something on someone, at least explain it properly first… Ugh.
“Booo…”
I was staring blankly into empty space somewhere around the lab when a deflating sound suddenly came from Erina’s mouth, right in front of my desk.
“Erina?”
“…….”
Even at a glance, she looked a little sulky—decidedly displeased.
Ah. Treating her like a kid and hurting her feelings, was that it?
“Ah. Erina. Don’t tell me you put something weird in the tea again…”
“N-No! Th-This time I just… prepared the black tea you like, exactly the way I did at the very beginning…?”
“Ah, I see…”
In the week since that whole fiasco, Erina and I had used whatever free moments we could spare to practice brewing tea, but…
‘Professor! How about we try putting this in the tea?’
‘Erina, that’s green slime extract. Why would you…’
‘If we age the black tea for about a day, wouldn’t it develop a deeper flavor? No—if we’re going to do it, let’s make it five days!’
‘….’
It never got better. Not once.
How was that even possible?
Throb.
No. You’ve got to be kidding me.
Just thinking about that day and I’m hard again?
Damn it.
“Just you wait, Professor! Next time I’ll make the ultimate—no. Forget tea. Next time it’ll be some other snack…! Huh? Professor?”
I could feel Erina’s gaze.
It was pointed straight at my lower half.
“Ah, Erina. This is—”
“You’re hard again? Honestly…”
“Uh…?”
And then, casually, almost naturally, she circled around the desk and came right up in front of me.
“Actually, lately I keep thinking about how your hands felt when you touched my chest…”
“What…! What are you even—”
I whipped my head left and right, scanning the room.
Was the lab door even slightly ajar? Was anyone else already inside?
People already gossiped enough about Kyle’s womanizing. The last thing I needed was another weird rumor spreading.
“And yesterday I was reading this month’s magazine again. It said men have dirty thoughts several times a day. And I went and lit the fuse myself, didn’t I?”
“It’s not really like that…”
These days I’ve barely had time to think about anything of the sort, what with all the work…
“It also said men prefer perverted kinds of play. But what exactly counts as perverted play? Hmm…”
“Like doing it with your mouth…”
“…What? What did you say?”
“Ah, never mind.”
Erina’s follow-up made it clear she hadn’t quite caught it—or wanted me to say it again. I couldn’t bring myself to spit out the same words a second time, so I decided to drop it. Or so I thought…
“No? I definitely heard you. With your mouth… you do what?”
“….”
“Professor, your cock smells…”
Erina came up in front of me again where I sat, plopped down on the spot, and just blurted that out.
“…Is it that bad?”
“I’m sorry, but… a little…?”
…Well, no need to apologize for it.
I washed every day, so I’d figured it wouldn’t be a problem, but…
Apparently not.
Anyway, the important thing was that I had never once forced Erina into anything.
Last time, this time—same story. She volunteered of her own accord, so I simply let her.
But my cock was already standing, and here she was just sitting in front of it sniffing.
“You don’t have to force yourself to get used to it….”
Of course, if Erina failed to adapt and could no longer do this and that for me going forward, I’d be terribly disappointed, but…
That didn’t mean I needed to force a student to get used to this…
“Th-That’s not it at all!?”
“Urgh.”
Only then, as if she’d just had her toy snatched away, Erina urgently grabbed the stiff rod standing upright in front of her and started defending herself.
I was the one who’d been joking, though.
“Y-You just… lick this with your mouth, right?!”
Are you okay, and so on—I’d said the words, but she was still hesitating this much… Did I really need to make her do it?
Oral was definitely an area with strong likes and dislikes, after all.
“Erina. If it’s really too much, you don’t have to—”
“Eeeii!!”
Wait.
I’d been about to tell her to stop, when she took the cock she was holding and slapped her tongue right against it.
“Nn, nngh, nnnngh….”
Slurp.
She shivered all over as she slowly dragged her tongue up from the shaft she’d pressed it to.
“E-Erina? You okay?”
“Nnn… I don’t know what it tastes like….”
“Why are you judging it by taste….”
A dick isn’t food.
“S-So… is this how you do it? Uuu…”
Lick.
The small tongue timidly poking out of Erina’s mouth swept up the shaft from below, brushing over the clustered veins and the ridge running down the back.
“Khh. That’s the best, Erina….”
The mere fact that a girl’s tongue—bumpy yet slick with saliva—was licking one side of my cock left me with no word for it but pure gratitude.
“I-If it feels good for you, then… that’s enough….”
Slurp.
“Ah, saliva keeps filling my mouth…”
“Must be hard, yeah….”
“…What else am I supposed to do? I’m the one who fed you something weird, Professor…”
Well, not really… It wasn’t as if the stuff filled me with some unhinged urge to ravish women for no reason.
It didn’t seem like a drug with that strong an effect—more like a switch that just got flipped every so often.
…But this was getting a little boring.
‘Sitting still like this is starting to feel stifling.’
It was also getting a bit frustrating.
Helping out just a little seemed only fair.
If she kept taking everything like this, Erina’s tongue would cramp up before she ever finished servicing me.
And since we’d come this far, it was basically the same as her having given me some measure of permission anyway.
So.
I reached out.
Toward Erina’s mouth, demurely sticking out her tongue to lick my stiffly standing cock.
And lower still—past her neck and collarbones, to the white blouse covering the breasts that swelled so generously compared to her slender arms and legs, so much like her narrow waist.
Squeeze.
“Hyaah…!? P-Professor?”
I’d felt this once before.
No—last time I’d touched her bare skin entirely.
So maybe the impact was a little less than then.
Even so, that soft chest under the fabric was still incredibly soft.
This sensation through my hands carried a different kind of emotion all its own—one no words could describe.
‘Whoa….’
All I’d done was lightly cup a girl’s breast in my hand.
‘A woman’s body is the best…’
“Ah. Erina. Sorry. But… I figured if I helped out a little—stepped in like this—I might be able to spare you some of the work.”
“Y-You… if that’s really the case, you could have said something first… I told you last time, didn’t I?!”
“Sorry… Anyway, now that I’ve said it properly, it’s officially okay, right?”
“P-Professor? W-Wait a se…cond?! Ha, hah…! Nngh…!”
While Erina knelt between my legs licking my cock, I reached out with both hands and fondled her breasts.
Compared to what she was doing for me, my actions were nothing more than groping some flesh—yet her reactions felt a bit over the top…
Well, not something I needed to understand.
‘She’s probably just embarrassed.’
Knead, knead.
“Nnh… nngh… P-Professor, the way you’re touching me… is too… a little….”
“A little? Why?”
Squeeze.
“It’s just… a little… kind of perverted…!”
“Perverted…”
“Can’t you just… touch me normally…!”
“What do you mean, ‘normally’… If doing it this way gets me to finish even a little faster, isn’t that better for you too?”
Squeeze, squeeze.
‘Feels too good.’
Lick.
“Nnnngh… But, um, Professor.”
In the middle of it, Erina spoke up—maybe to spread her attention elsewhere.
“What.”
“Mm… Your co…ck, Professor.”
“Hm?”
“The more I look at it… the more I think it looks kind of cool.”
‘What.’
Wondering what on earth that was supposed to mean, I paused the hands that had been kneading Erina’s breasts.
“Professor…? Your hands stopped.”
Lick.
“Ah, aah. Don’t mind it. I just wanted a short break.”
“Okaaay… Anyway? While I was quietly licking the underside of your cock with my tongue, I was looking at it.”
“Yeah.”
“That long, bumpy ridge running up and down the back of the shaft. It looks kind of manly—like muscle. Isn’t it cool?”
“Is that so… Well, it’s mine, so I wouldn’t really know.”
A young girl’s sensibilities sure were hard to follow….
“The feel of those little veins on the underside of your cock brushing against the tip of my tongue… Anyway, this part’s important too.”
“Important…?”
The veins on the underside of a cock…
Wasn’t that a part you could barely even feel with your hands?
“Yes! It’s important! And also… here! This part sitting on top of the shaft like a mushroom cap!”
“That’s called the glans.”
“Ah, right. The way it kind of glistens and shines… it’s weirdly fascinating, and fun…?”
“You find fun in the strangest things.”
What kind of wind was blowing through her head?
Had she decided to change her mindset?
“Can I ask you something? Haaup!”
And in that same breath, Erina promptly stuffed the upper part of my cock into her mouth and bit down gently around it.
“Wha—”
The unfamiliar heat suddenly wrapping the head of my cock startled me for only a moment—then Erina began rolling her tongue this way and that over the glans she was holding in her mouth, licking it.
Sluuurp.
“…Erina?”
“Yeshh?”
From below, with everything up through the underside of the glans in her mouth, Erina answered in a muffled voice.
“You suddenly got a lot more aggressive.”
“…Ah.”
Flush.
In an instant her face went bright red and she pulled her mouth off my cock.
Slurp.
“At first it was, um… a little, kind of a lot, but.”
“Yeah.”
“But as I kept licking, um… it’s a little embarrassing to say out loud…”
“Go on and say it.”
I was curious, after all.
“Somehow… as I kept licking your cock, Professor, I think… I started getting used to the taste…?”
“The taste…?”
“N-No. I mean, the smell is definitely rank and the taste is kind of weird…! But… once I started getting used to it a little…”
Flush.
Erina kept talking even as her face burned red.
“Once that thought hit me, suddenly your cock started looking a little cool too…. Aah, anyway! That’s all it is! Just take it roughly like that!”
This didn’t feel like something you could just take roughly…?
Anyway, I more or less got it.
She’d developed a taste for it, hadn’t she.
Was my cock that good?
Hmm….
While I was mulling it over, my hands had naturally found their way back to Erina’s breasts, cupping them.
“Then Erina… while you’re at it, I’d like you to lick a little deeper down—ideally all the way to the base.”