Taming the Teacher II [Labella & Idrien] (6)
As he stirred the depths that clenched so tightly around him with that delicious, addictive grip, Marei grew accustomed to the sensation. He rocked his hips without restraint, yanking and rubbing Idrien’s clit with rough fingers before pressing down hard with his thumb, as if that still wasn’t enough.
“Hiiiiiiik…! Hyiiit…! Haaauuuu…! Uh…! Uuuuuh…!”
Idrien’s body, drowning in overwhelming pleasure, moved on its own—twisting and bucking like an untamed ball, scattering her juices everywhere. It wasn’t enough; she lost control completely and wet herself.
The once-proud elf teacher, now thoroughly broken in with not a shred of shame left, gaped her mouth wide, drooling helplessly as she surrendered to an ecstasy so vast it swallowed her whole.
“Idrien, does it feel good? Hm? You like it when I fuck both your holes at once like this?”
He drove his cock mercilessly into the asshole that squeezed him like it wanted to milk him dry. At the same time, the hand tormenting her clit never stopped plunging into her dripping pussy. Idrien shuddered violently, forcing herself upright again through sheer willpower, rolling her hips in desperate rhythm with Marei’s thrusts.
“Haaauu…. Uh… Yes… It feels good… I love it when Marei fucks me… My holes feel so good… My ass, my pussy… both of them feel so good…”
Every brutal thrust made her enormous breasts bounce wildly, her plump ass jiggling half a beat behind. Though her eyes couldn’t focus, Idrien thrashed her head from side to side, fighting to stay conscious, only to release long, drawn-out, animalistic howls as the pleasure dragged her under.
“Since you were honest with me, I’ll fill this asshole with every drop I’ve got… Uuugh… Your hole is my personal toilet, Idrien, so I’m going to pump it so full it overflows…!”
Idrien’s breathing turned ragged. Any resistance she once had toward the young boy cumming inside her at will had vanished. If anything, her trembling thighs and arms suggested she craved it. Yet she clenched her jaw, rolled her hips, and took his cock with perfect, slutty rhythm.
“Uuu… It’s coming…”
Thrust…! Thrust… Squelch… Thrust… Squelch…!
With every upward stab, the ill-tempered elf teacher’s pussy clamped down viciously while her asshole squeezed the head of his cock like a vice. Marei let out a low growl, arched his back with all his strength, and unleashed the load he had been holding back straight into her narrow depths.
Spurt, spurt, spluuurt… spurt…!
“Hii… Hii… Hii…!”
Idrien could no longer control her own body. Thick strands of saliva spilled from her slack mouth while tears of pure pleasure streamed from her green eyes.
“Aaaa…. Inside my ass… M-Master… your cum is… A-ahh… Aaang… Aaa..!”
Idrien straightened her spine, then arched her waist like a drawn bow, locking his cock deep inside her. Even as his shaft continued pumping semen, she began milking him relentlessly with her insides.
“Master Marei’s cum… inside my ass pussy… Uuu… It’s so hot… Aaaaaang…!”
Squiiiish… Squiiiish…!
Her once icy face had melted into something soft and helpless, like spring thawing frozen ground. Eyebrows furrowed in sharp pleasure, Idrien cried out as the real flood of semen began pouring into her.
“Hiiit….. So much… filling my belly… Huuuu… Uaaaaaaaang…!”
Spluuuurt…! Splurt… Splurt…!
Even though her sphincter was already gripping him tightly to receive every drop, the merciless boy grabbed her soft, plump ass and drove his lust as deep as it would go. Sticky globs poured out like water. An inhuman volume of semen flooded her slender belly, filling it to the brim before seeping in like a drug. It burst back out in thick, clinging strands from the hole hidden beneath her platinum bush, splattering Marei’s thighs.
Squish… Squish… Squiiiish…. Uugh…!
“Uuugh…”
When the ejaculation finally began to taper off, Marei let out a long, satisfied breath and shook his hips as if wringing the last drops free. Idrien, unable to support even her own weight any longer, lay sprawled on the floor with her tongue hanging out, unconscious.
Marei pulled his cock from her asshole without a hint of reluctance. He had been about to drag the teacher up to use her as his meat toilet again when his eyes met Labella’s. She had been watching the entire scene, gently stroking her own lower belly that was still swollen with his cum. He brought the cock—still wet from Idrien’s ass—right up to her face.
“Suck it clean. Mother.”
“Yes…”
Labella smiled with obvious delight.
Even though he had spent the previous night tangled with her in the park until dawn, Marei felt no fatigue. Of course, the park caretaker had eventually appeared near sunrise. Hiding in the bushes to finish receiving service from both his mother and Idrien before continuing the moment they returned home was simply routine by now.
He had slept less than an hour, pumped Idrien’s womb full of cum upon waking, finished breakfast while enjoying Labella’s morning fellatio, then let both women lather his body with their breasts in the bath. After making them lie side by side and firing one load into each of their wombs, he had arrived at school without issue.
Still tingling with pleasant aftershocks, Marei reached the classroom only to find Lee Ha-eun waiting for him at the door.
“Professor Lee Ha-eun?”
“Yo~.”
Lee Ha-eun smiled awkwardly, flashing her sharp fangs without trying to hide them.
“Are you hurt?”
“That damn brat threw a fit and refused to come, so I had to drag him here… Just a little?”
She added that it was ‘no big deal,’ but the bandages wrapped thickly around her arms and legs made her words sound ridiculous.
“Are you really okay?”
He stepped closer. The pungent smell of strong medicinal herbs rolled off her in waves.
“It’s nothing, really nothing…”
Lee Ha-eun let out a small sigh. Her cat ears drooped miserably.
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about that kid instead. I’m exhausted, so I’m going to sleep. Today’s class is self-study, so stay inside the classroom. Understand?”
“….Yes.”
His response was lukewarm, but Lee Ha-eun still patted his shoulder. Marei couldn’t tear his eyes away from her trembling arm.
“And stop making that face. People will think I’m half-dead. It’s just a bruise.”
“Ow…!”
She flicked his forehead lightly with her finger.
“I’m not weak enough to make brats like you worry. And… I kept my promise… so take good care of her.”
Despite her strong words, the cat beastkin teacher left behind a whisper so faint it was almost inaudible, then walked away with deceptively light steps. The white-haired beastkin who stood alone without anyone’s support looked as though she might collapse at any moment.
In the corner of an old sofa tucked away in the room, a golden-haired girl sat with her knees neatly pressed together, back turned completely toward him. Her hair, shining like molten pure gold, sparkled beneath the sunlight. It looked as if it would spill down at the slightest movement. Her slender shoulders, small fists tightly clutching her skirt, and the red vest over her white frilled blouse covered Muerangde’s petite frame. Her red shoes were planted firmly on the floor.
“Muerangde.”
The moment his voice filled the room, the girl’s body jolted. But that was all. She kept her back to him, mouth clamped shut. The wrinkles in her skirt slowly, steadily deepened.
He called her name again, but she remained completely unresponsive. If not for her slightly trembling shoulders, she might have been mistaken for a masterpiece doll.
Marei sat down on the sofa. The space between them was barely enough for one person. He could see her small back. Her trembling shoulders occupied the edge of his vision. Muerangde was sitting right beside him, yet she felt farther away than ever.
No matter what he said, it seemed she wouldn’t answer. Marei leaned back against the sofa. The fabric was ice-cold. The silence stretched on endlessly, as if it might never break.
Still, he waited for Muerangde to speak first. He wanted to say the words Philia had told him to say. The tangled sentences tickled his throat before sinking heavily into his chest.
“I told you to leave.”
The girl surrendered first. He had been thinking of many things to say, but the moment he heard her voice, his mind went blank. It was frustrating. Frustrating that he couldn’t speak. The image of Muerangde walking alone through that long forest rose in his mind.
Marei forced his frozen lips to move and spoke the words he knew he had to say.
“I don’t want to.”
“Ha…..”
Muerangde let out a hollow laugh. Slowly, she turned around. Eyes redder and thicker than fresh blood stared at him. Like a doll. No matter how many times he saw her, the same impression always came.
“Did Lee Ha-eun make you do this?”
Her red eyes were filled with hostility. An unpleasant sensation crawled down his spine like a noose tightening around his neck. It was hard to believe she was the same girl who had once shared food with wild beasts.
His hands shook. He wanted to run. He wanted to flee this place immediately. Countless thoughts raced through his head, yet his feet refused to move. Or rather, he simply didn’t move them.
“…..I didn’t want to hurt you, Marei.”
“Muerangde. I asked Lee Ha-eun myself. I told her I wanted to talk to you again.”
Muerangde’s eyes took him in. With that doll-like face completely devoid of expression, she stared at him. Then she carefully looked away and spoke.
“Lies.”
“Muerangde.”
For the first time today, he could read her expression. Lies. A suppressed voice flowed out, anger rising clearly to the surface. A wounded beast flickered in her eyes—too small to truly be called a beast. Like a young animal that had barely been weaned from its mother’s milk. Or perhaps one that had never been weaned at all. He knew no one else would agree, but that was how she felt to him. She was afraid. Marei could tell. He didn’t know why, but he knew.
Whether instinct or intuition, he knew Muerangde was scared. That was why he didn’t run away like before.
“It’s a lie…..”
Her voice, heavy with sighs, had lost its original shape. It trembled violently. That was why he couldn’t run. Marei kept looking at her—her closed eyes, her slightly parted lips, the glimpse of white teeth between them.
“……That’s enough. Let’s talk another time.”
Muerangde turned away again. Her slender shoulders were still shaking. She kept her eyes closed. Even without seeing her face, he understood. Muerangde feared what could be seen more than what remained hidden. That was why she kept her eyes shut. Intense emotions surfaced quickly, but they also eventually settled. And beneath them, the hidden feelings only grew thicker and darker. She was devouring herself from the inside.
“It’s true…”
That was why he had to say it. It’s true. Please believe me, Muerangde.
With her back still turned, Muerangde lay down against the sofa as if exhausted.
“What do I have to do for you to believe me, Mellan?”
Muerangde’s body shook hard. For a moment she was completely still, as if time had frozen. Then she let out a long, long breath she had been holding for what felt like forever.
“…….I see. What should you do, indeed.”
Her voice contained no emotion at all. No chilling anger, no paralyzing fear—nothing. It was completely hollow. And because it was empty, it demanded an answer from him. Of course, the boy had no clever reply to give.
Muerangde sighed deeply. Like a child throwing a tantrum, she rubbed her face against the sofa’s backrest. The sight of her should have looked ridiculous, yet somehow it felt unbearably cute.
“I don’t like it… Any of this.”
She still refused to look back. She simply lay there limply against the sofa, as if she had given up on everything.
That was exactly why he couldn’t leave her alone.
“I have something I want to say.”
Still no reaction. Marei moved closer, narrowing the gap until their bodies were nearly touching. It was close enough to feel each other’s breath, yet Muerangde felt impossibly far away. It frightened him.
“I’m sorry.”
Muerangde said nothing. A sound that might have been a sneer or a scoff escaped her. The laugh was directed at herself. His throat tightened. Still, he had to speak.
“I’m sorry I made you go alone that day. I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything back then. I came here because I wanted to say what I couldn’t say before. Will you listen?”
Muerangde’s body trembled. She might have been laughing. She might have been crying. She was right in front of him, yet he couldn’t read her emotions. The skin around her neck had turned red, as if bruised.
“I don’t know what kind of person you are, Mellan. So I don’t understand what you were thinking when you said those things. I believe you said them for my sake, but… I don’t know. Because I know nothing about you.”
Ha. Ha. Dry, cracked laughter spilled intermittently from her lips. He couldn’t tell why she was laughing. Still, he kept talking.
“But I do know you’re a good person. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. The Mellan I see is genuinely kind and good. I only believe what I’ve seen. Mellan…”
The words were incoherent. Even Marei himself knew it. He called her name again. His throat closed up. He didn’t know what he should say next.