Adaptation Period (2)
Whether it was something in Marei’s answer that pleased her or not, Philia smiled with clear delight. She let out a childish “Ehehe~” while her hand moved with refined grace, gently stroking his cheek. The contrast was strange, yet incredibly alluring.
“Looks like things are going well.”
“What is?”
“It’s a secret.”
Philia continued to knead Marei’s cheek, then stroke it, and even poked it playfully. After a quick glance around, she leaned her body subtly against him. A faint floral scent drifted over, and her silver hair brushed lightly against his neck, tickling his skin. The slow rhythm of her breathing, the way her small frame rose and fell—through it all, he could feel the fierce pounding of her heart.
Marei sat in silence, resting his head against hers where it lay on his shoulder. Even without sharing their bodies, simply being alone with Philia filled him with a strange, tingling warmth. Her naturally cold vampire body had already absorbed his heat, growing pleasantly lukewarm. The two of them stayed like that for a long while, wordless.
“The afternoon class is with an Eastern swordsman, right…?”
“Yes. I heard it’s Professor Nagisa. I think I also heard she uses a rather unusual sword.”
“I see.”
Philia gave a short reply and once again leaned against him in silence. The ticklish strands of hair beneath his chin and the floral scent teasing the tip of his nose made Marei rub his face into her hair. Philia flinched noticeably but tried to remain composed, simply staying as she was.
“Is there anything you want to eat? We have some time today, so we could eat outside.”
“As long as I’m with Philia, anything is fine.”
Philia pressed her lips tightly together. She chewed on them several times as if frustrated, then let out a small sigh. It looked like she had something to say, but she chose not to speak it aloud.
Their meal together passed without any particularly deep conversation. They lightly discussed the day’s schedule and exchanged a few simple words about the academy. Philia seemed more focused on listening to Marei than on speaking herself. As a result, their talk ended rather quickly.
Philia stroked his hair one last time, mentioned she had student council duties, and left. She didn’t seem to enjoy talking about herself. Perhaps it was because her family matters were so complicated that she had to be cautious with her words.
Come to think of it, neither Philia nor Marei knew much about each other. They were both still in the process of getting to know one another. But because their relationship had started in such a twisted way, it was probably accurate to say that the two of them—who knew almost nothing about romance—had no idea how to navigate this awkward yet strangely intimate situation.
Around him, older women spread their legs of their own accord, begging him to impregnate them. Marei simply accepted those demands without hesitation, pouring thick loads of semen deep into the wombs of his mother, his female teachers, and others. To him, Philia felt far more like a friend than an older woman.
The girl who had blushed furiously and asked him to make her like him—Marei didn’t know how to respond to that. All he could do was approach her carefully and spend time with her. Should he kiss her? Or should he mix their bodies again like that time before?
His thoughts were many, and his worries ran far deeper. Yet because he could never consider his own methods normal, Marei could only take one cautious step after another toward Philia. He didn’t know if he was walking the right path or doing things well. All he could do was barely breathe through the thought that he was growing a little closer to her each day.
When his mind grew too tangled, it naturally drifted toward basic desires. With plenty of time left before the next class, Marei headed straight for the laboratory and knocked on the door. After knocking several times with no answer, he considered going to find Julia instead, but then he noticed a button labeled Press if urgent business! and pushed it firmly. The door opened immediately.
"Again with the soundproofing off… Marei…?"
⟨ Ilien ⟩
Ilien’s eyes widened in surprise. Then she broke into a bright smile, grabbed Marei’s arm, and pulled him inside the lab. She closed the door at once and locked it with a heavy click. Immediately after, she dropped to her knees, buried her face between his legs, and began rubbing her cheek against him.
“Hehe… Master’s scent…”
The way Ilien clung to him without the slightest hesitation still felt unfamiliar. Marei instinctively stepped back, but the door right behind him left him standing there awkwardly.
Even though she would open her mouth as wide as possible and take his entire length down her throat without pause the moment he offered his cock, the sight of her pressing her face into his crotch and sniffing loudly with a “Sniff!!” left Marei utterly flustered.
“Master… that… give me that, okay?”
When Ilien began licking persistently over his pants with her sticky tongue, Marei pressed down on her head, trying to calm her. But there was no way that would work on Ilien, who had been starved of him for days. Soon, warm saliva soaked through his trousers and dampened his underwear.
Even as he gripped her platinum-blonde hair to hold her back, the desire to serve her Master combined with the scent of her twin sister still clinging to him made it impossible for Ilien to calm down. Nevertheless, thanks to the thorough “training” she had received from Labella and Marei, the pet-like elf did not try to remove his pants with her own hands.
“I’ll give you my cock, so stay still. Ilien, stay!”
The older beauty looked up at him with eyes full of eager anticipation. With no other choice, Marei grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and gently pulled her head back, while his other hand undid his belt. Seeing how easily she was pushed back and how obediently she listened to commands, she seemed less like an older woman and more like a pet raised at home.
When the monstrous, vicious meat club—something that belonged to a small boy, or rather, a monster—sprang free, Ilien swallowed hard and began breathing heavily. She stared at the throbbing rod that jerked up and down with an expression of pure ecstasy.
“Master… cock… I want to eat it… Master…”
Ilien had been trained well not to take the penis into her mouth until given permission. Even though her heart was bursting with the urge to serve her Master by swallowing it immediately, she exercised superhuman patience. She pressed her nose against his cock, sniffing loudly, imprinting the boy’s scent into herself.
Seeing Ilien’s face twisted with such pitiful desperation, Marei remembered Labella’s words about making sure to let her smell him thoroughly before allowing her to serve. But faced with the elf who looked like she might burst into tears at any moment, he couldn’t help but feel his heart soften.
“Professor Ilien?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“You may eat… ngh…!”
Before he could even finish speaking, Ilien carefully took his cock in both hands as if it were a precious treasure. She slowly swallowed the viciously huge shaft between her glistening pink lips.
She had begun boldly, but the sheer size of the monstrous rod far exceeded her imagination. All Ilien could do was push the boy’s meat club down her throat at the slowest, most careful pace she could manage.
“Mmm… mmm… ugh… mmmph…”
She was doing her best, but Marei seemed unsatisfied. With zero consideration, he grabbed two fistfuls of her platinum hair and pulled.
“Swallow a little more… Ilien… just a little more…”
“Mmmngh…! Ngh…!”
The elf, a sex-pet who grew only more eager under the rough handling of a young boy, answered with a positive sound. But with his cock lodged in her throat, all she could manage was a muffled “ngh-ngh”.
The moment she paused, Marei pressed the older beauty’s head firmly toward his crotch. Ilien immediately began gagging—kgh, kgh—but somehow forced herself to swallow more of Marei’s cock.
“Mmm… mmm… mmmph… mmm…”
Even though the enormous penis pushing into her throat made it nearly impossible to breathe, Ilien let out faint moans and somehow continued to breathe. Though she had only taken half, the massive shaft was already stabbing deep into her throat. Ilien steadied her tense body and slowly, gradually swallowed more, accepting it into her esophagus.
“Hngh… kgh… mmmph… mmm…”
Her throat tightened fiercely. Ilien, who proudly called it her “throat-pussy,” swallowed the thick meat rod with sticky membranes, doing her absolute best to serve him. Instead of taking it all the way to the base, she began sliding the shaft in and out of her throat with shallow, repeated thrusts.
“Aah… Ilien… Professor… ugh…”
Enjoying the warm mouth that held his cock and the unique tightening around his glans—different from a pussy or ass—Marei grabbed her hair and began moving her head back and forth. Ilien offered no resistance. She simply tightened her throat around him according to the boy’s guidance, squeezing his cock pleasurably as she moved her head.
It was only when the lunch bell rang that Marei finally pulled away from the sticky, clinging elf teacher. To be precise, he had heard the bell, continued slamming his hips without pause even as Ilien gagged and screamed that she was going to die if he came inside her, pumped her womb full of thick semen until she passed out, then simply sprayed some perfume, locked the lab door, and left.
He checked once more the light daily necessities and the items Labella had prepared for him inside his bag, then hurried on his way. The bag contained a perfectly drawn map of every route from Ilien’s lab to the classroom. At some point, Julia must have slipped it in.
Both Julia’s and Labella’s care had seeped so naturally into Marei’s daily life. He didn’t seem to realize just how deeply they were involved, since they never made a show of it.
When the Governor-General of Valter had announced the founding of the school, many had predicted that people would quickly grow tired and the project would fizzle out. She had gathered such a wide variety of individuals—enough to make one wonder if she truly intended to teach—and granted them teaching positions, instructing students to call them professors.
Though it was wrapped in the title of Valter’s Governor-General, the open secret that the Empress had handed Valter over to her through a contract with a dragon meant that high society in the empire could not openly criticize the Valter School. That same context explained why there was so little backlash against the idea of different races teaching students.
However, the fact that dwarves and beastmen—who had once fought bloody battles against humans—were now educating imperial citizens, and noble children at that, drew cold stares from many. Even if it was a school personally founded by the renowned Loren, people could not easily accept it.
Who would happily send their children to be used as test subjects in a school created by a dragon on a whim? Loren had never actually held such intentions, but only a small number of nobles could understand the idea of mixing their children with other races who were born with powerful bodies and special abilities—unlike humans, who were born with nothing.
Only a very small number of children from major noble houses had been entrusted to Valter. The majority of students came from noble families and former royal lines absorbed during the empire’s expansion.
Time had passed, and both the Empress and Loren had proven themselves worthy political partners, never disappointing each other. Therefore, when Loren said she would build a school, the Empress had been more than willing to support her fully. She paid no mind to the human nobles from other schools who refused to attend simply because other races were teaching.
In the eyes of Loren and the Empress, whether slightly inferior or slightly superior, people performed at roughly the same level once put to work. Aside from a few truly exceptional talents, most were similar. As long as there were no serious disqualifications, it didn’t matter if they recruited all Valter graduates as civil servants or admitted them to the empire’s few universities.
Even though outstanding students had not come at first, the school had shown a successful future. After that, outstanding students began to arrive naturally. Whether their individual talent was lacking but their families could compensate, or whether they had to solve everything through personal ability when their families could not—ultimately, outstanding students had come.
Having created the greatest school, Loren had now largely lost interest in Valter Academy. Still, she personally intervened when it came to recruiting the teachers who would instruct the students. The few professors who had joined recently were also quite unusual. A knight from the East Continent—where cultural exchange was strictly limited—was a prime example.