A Gentle Afternoon with Idrien
I couldn't just let Philia walk into the bathroom while cum dripped down her thighs. She'd said no, but I pinned her down anyway and pumped two more loads into her before I could finally let her go. Or, to be precise, it was only because her attendant came knocking that I couldn't give her a third. The attendant rapping impatiently at the door. Her body still helplessly spilling semen. With trembling little hands, she dug into her folds to scoop it out, then used a light spell to erase the traces. On the surface, she looked perfectly normal, but the thick, jelly-like cum still clinging inside her belly forced her to wear three pairs of panties. That became our little dirty secret.
Which was why, when her face appeared on the screen—flushed crimson as she exchanged greetings with the people around her—it wasn't because she was shy. She was desperately worried that the cum might leak through her panties.
“Ah, over here. Idrien teacher…!”
I waved at Idrien, who was anxiously pressing down on her short skirt while glancing around. Her eyes were filled with shame, anxiety, and the faintest trace of joy.
“Calling me outside… what the hell were you thinking…”
Idrien stood beside me instead of sitting, growling under her breath. I quietly pulled the nearby chair closer.
She bit her lip, then carefully lowered herself onto it.
“I was busy yesterday, so I couldn’t call for you. I’m sorry.”
Labella and Illien had planned to start taming the wild mare that was Idrien from the very first day. But because of my meeting with Philia, the sightseeing, and the sudden night we spent together, I had completely forgotten about her.
“Outside… tsk, the stares are annoying.”
Her beauty was so overwhelming that even the vampires, who never lacked for looks, seemed to lose their luster. It drew far too much attention from passersby. Idrien glared at me, then lightly snapped her fingers. As if nothing had happened, the people immediately resumed walking.
“There are people watching you too… What exactly are you doing out here…”
Idrien was staring at the window of a building some distance away. When I turned my gaze there, a human silhouette flickered faintly before vanishing. There would probably be chaos over the suddenly missing surveillance target, but that wasn’t Idrien’s concern.
“No one’s around us now, right?”
Idrien let out a small sigh and nodded.
“I’ll tell you later. Right now, I just want to be with the beautiful Idrien.”
“Bullsh— Hiiik…!”
The familiar, longed-for sensation against her pussy made Idrien cry out softly. She immediately clapped both hands over her pink mouth, then realized with magic that no one was watching and breathed a small sigh of relief.
“You came without panties, just like I asked. Good girl.”
“S-shut up…!”
Even when she growled with her face burning red, it only excited me more—the same way her face twisted during training. I slowly ran my hand over her ass that looked ready to burst, savoring her reactions. The way she pressed her lips together and tried to act normal only made me want to tease her even more cruelly.
I stood up, draped an arm around Idrien’s neck, and pulled her into a hug from behind. Maybe because a whole day had passed, I couldn’t quite remember the things Illien had suggested.
“Idrien, spread your legs. And masturbate for me, slowly.”
“Th-this is outside…! Uuuugh…!”
I gently squeezed and released her soft breasts. She hadn’t worn a bra either, so the smooth, bare texture of her tits came through the thin fabric perfectly.
“Just do it like that. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
“You crazy bastard… Haa… S-stop…! S-someone might see…!”
I licked her long ear and kneaded her breasts, trying to awaken the instincts of this lewd female teacher, but her words made my hands freeze. She breathed in and out several times as if relieved.
“Even if they can’t hear, skilled mages might still see… At least… inside a room…”
She still felt strong resistance at the thought of someone seeing her like this. I had been planning to drown her in sticky lust inside her quarters, but Idrien begging came first. It wasn’t that she hated it—she was asking to continue inside, her face full of shame. A mischievous thought crossed my mind.
“Hmm… What if people do see? After all, Idrien is my meat toilet. Wouldn’t it be fine to let others know?”
“.........I-I’ll do it!”
Idrien grabbed my arm. Her cheeks were dyed bright red and her eyes looked like they might spill tears any second. I nodded as if I had no choice. I had forgotten because of her earlier rough behavior and occasional crude language, but both Illien and Idrien were precious young ladies raised with utmost care by their family. At my concession(?), Idrien smiled brightly as if she had received a great favor.
“It’s a wonderful place…”
Wonderful indeed. The place Idrien had brought me to was a house so perfect it was hard to describe in any single way. It might have looked shabby compared to the suite I’d shared with Philia the night before or Labella’s villa, but for me—who had never had my own room before coming to Valter and had always shared with the elders—it was nothing short of astonishing. The marble floors and the artworks placed here and there left a deep impression. Even though I knew nothing about art, I could guess that the strangely captivating paintings and sculptures must have been worth a fortune.
“Did you rent it?”
“......It’s our family villa.”
Idrien collapsed onto a single-person sofa as if exhausted. Her sleek legs stretched out long, tempting me to touch them. At the tips of her feet, white furry slippers dangled precariously. As the female teacher hung her head and covered her face with both hands, I slowly climbed on top of her.
“Are you going to keep going…?”
Green eyes peeked through her fingers, looking up at me. Those eyes—resigned yet trembling with anxiety—made me push her down. I climbed over her as she lay against the sofa and slowly wrapped my arms around her neck.
“For now… I just want to stay like this. Will you hold me too, Idrien?”
Idrien gave a small snort but gently pulled me into her arms. Labella and Illien had said I should be kind when we were alone, but honestly, I had no idea what being kind to an older woman even meant. I could confidently say that the way to treat a woman who was neither a friend nor an elder was something I was only learning for the first time in Valter. So I slowly licked Idrien’s neck. It was less like foreplay and more like the light affection animals show each other.
Idrien didn’t react at all. She simply kept holding me carefully. When her white neck grew slick and wet, I stopped licking and slowly began kissing her face. Chin, around her lips, cheeks, eyes, forehead. Then her lips. She twisted her head to avoid me for a while, but eventually she grew numb to it and simply closed her eyes, letting the boy do as he pleased.
After the shower of kisses—sometimes quick, sometimes slow—Idrien cautiously offered her lips. The moment they touched my wet ones, she parted them invitingly and tilted her head back. Unlike when we released raw lust, our tongues moved softly. No—today, Idrien, who usually only twitched and followed along, was actively pressing herself against me. Our tongues tangled stickily, less about exchanging saliva and more about feeling each other’s warmth.
“Mmm… Mmmh… Nn… Mmmh…”
Sweet moans echoed inside my mouth, tickling the roof of it. Her thin breath, carrying hot heat, brushed across my cheek. Because I wasn’t being aggressive like usual, Idrien instead began slowly pushing her saliva into my mouth.
“Uuh… Haa… Chuuup… Haa…”
Just before I swallowed the large amount of saliva she had forced in, I grabbed her head, sucked on her mouth, and drank the thoroughly mixed saliva. Idrien slowly pulled her face away.
“You’re unusually proactive today.”
“It’s… a reward for listening to my request earlier.”
The beautiful female teacher turned her head slightly, her face still burning red. I could see her red lips glistening with saliva and her long ears twitching. Idrien began skillfully removing her clothes.
“Right away?”
“Isn’t that… why you called me?”
Idrien let out a small sigh and pulled off her top. Her breasts, which had been lifted by the fabric, bounced heavily with a *boing-boing* sound before settling back into place. As she lifted her hips slightly to remove her skirt, I finally began to understand what Labella had meant by “being kind.”
“......Why.”
“Today I just want to stay together like this. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
Her green eyes stared straight at me. I met her gaze calmly, without avoiding it, as she seemed to be checking my sincerity. After staring for a long time, Idrien let out a small sigh and muttered, “Do as you like…” before slumping limply onto the sofa.
I buried my face in her warm, body-heated breasts, inhaling her sweet yet refreshingly grassy scent, and gently patted her back. Her lips were tightly pressed together, eyes squeezed shut, but a small sob eventually slipped out between them.
Idrien’s body arched like a bow, her toes scraping against the marble floor. Her white, sweat-glistening naked body sparkled brilliantly in the afternoon light. Above her slim belly—where faint muscle lines could be seen—a rod-like shape jutted out obscenely.
“Grrrruuuuh…!”
As if seducing a male, Idrien leaned her upper body on the bed and raised her ass high. Her moon-like buttocks, covered in handprints, shook back and forth, filling the air with the sound of flesh slapping.
-Squish, squelch, squish…!
“D-don’t stroke it… Haa…!”
When I started stroking her ass, a voice that sounded like protest flowed out, but I shoved my cock all the way to her womb and ground against her cervix, silencing the female teacher’s mouth.
“Every time I stroke you, your pussy clenches so tight it milks my cum. Did you know that? Should I stroke your head too?”
“S-shut up…! P-press— haa… ngh..!”
The feeling of the hard, hot meat rod clinging inside her belly made her bite her lip hard as she desperately held back her moans. Even though she thought it was disgusting and hated it, every time I roughly stirred her cunt her waist lost strength from the pleasure, and whenever I squeezed her swaying breasts she couldn’t stop moaning.
“Cry cutely for me. I really love your voice, Idrien… Haa… You’re especially tight today…!”
“Khk… Kk…! Uu… Uugh..! Ngh..! Ngh..!”
It wasn’t enough to just dig into her insides; the sensation of scraping her inner walls made Idrien cover her mouth with both hands, desperately suppressing her pleasurable moans. Seeing her struggle like that only made me thrust even more violently, pressing her down harder.
“Come on, cry out loud. Really loud… Yeah? It’ll feel even better.”
“N-nooo… Khhuk… Uuu…!”
Idrien let out a small moan. If she truly hated it, she would have tried to keep her mouth shut, but the way she deliberately spat out “no” while letting out rough cries made it seem like she was slowly starting to enjoy the situation.
“Uuuugh…! U, ngh, uugh, ngh…!”
Every time I thrust deep, pulled out, and slammed back in, Idrien began releasing hot, lewd cries. She moved her hips as if venting her frustration, moaning even louder. When I stroked her plump ass, she would occasionally let out cute little nasal sounds.
-Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch…!
I forced my thick, vein-bulging cock into her narrow meat pot, grabbed her platinum-blonde hair that looked like it might scatter across the sheets, and pulled. Her head tilted back as she slowly rotated her waist up and down.
“You were upset that I didn’t call for you, weren’t you? Right? Uuuugh…!”
Her ass bounced and jiggled, rippling slightly with every movement of her waist. Beneath the sound of flesh slapping came wet, sticky noises as mixed love juices poured from their joining point.
“Hah, ha… Khhh… Bullshit…! Uuuu…”
I grabbed one of her legs and pulled it, completely pinning down the seductive female body that had been accepting my cock on all fours. Then I climbed onto her thighs and began moving my hips in earnest.
Idrien hugged a pillow that had been tossed aside and buried her face in it, as if preparing for the coming pleasure.
“Haa… It’s sticking to me so tightly inside…”
I pushed my cock all the way in and slowly savored the warmth her flesh provided. She probably didn’t realize it, but her ass was moving subtly left and right, begging my meat rod for cum. I praised her by pressing all the way to her cervix, then pulled back as if I would withdraw, only to slam into her womb again roughly.
“Grrrr… Ngh…! Khk…! Uuu… Kk…!”
When I slowly pulled my cock out of her body that had been tensing up as if preparing, she let out a small, resentful moan. Her entire body glistened with sweat, droplets beginning to fall. I forced my hips back in, overlapping her, and she exhaled what little breath she had managed to keep in her lungs. Her elastic buttocks pressed against my lower belly, pleasantly pushing my body back. I rubbed against the slick sensation of her ass, and it felt like soft dumplings being kneaded, giving off an intensely erotic feeling.
“Auuugh… If, if you twist it… at the end… Haaauu…!”
I grabbed not only her breasts but also her ass that looked like it would burst if squeezed. My fingers sank in exactly in their shape. Every time I dug in and pulled out as if developing her insides, her shaking ass slid slightly down my thighs, causing her flesh to fold softly.
“N-no… P-press— uuuugh…! If you press…! Grrrrr… I, I don’t want to cum… I don’t want to cum… Haaauuuk!”
On the soft bed, every time I thrust she was pushed down, and every time I pulled my cock out her waist lifted slightly as if being dragged along. Seeing her body like that, Idrien’s words sounded like nothing more than spoiled whining.