Behind the Teacher: Philia the Blood (4)
It felt like someone had clamped down hard on the end of a long hose, forcing a violent spray. Marei swallowed dryly. The fact that Philia still hadn’t risen was entirely her fault. That single thought gave the boy all the justification he needed. Is this okay? he wondered. It should be fine, right? Just a little more. Yes, only a little. His rationalizations clicked perfectly into place.
“Philia?”
“Uuuuuh…”
She still hadn’t regained her senses. She must have climaxed so intensely that her belly was swollen like a pregnant woman’s. For a fleeting moment he thought that if she were an ordinary human, her stomach might have burst. Marei pressed down on her abdomen again.
“Eugh…!”
Squiiish…!
A thick clump of white semen burst straight out from where their bodies joined. Philia’s waist quivered in response, yet she remained unconscious. This is just to wake her up, he told himself. Swallowing the excuse before it could leave his lips, Marei began pressing firmly on her belly, afraid that even the sound of his own voice might disturb her.
“Eut…! Eut…! Eut…! Eut…!”
Squish…! Squish…! Squish…! Squish…!
It was like milking a cow. No, it was milking, though the goal was to squeeze semen from her instead, but the sensation felt similar. Each time he pressed, thick ropes of seed spurted violently from her small opening. And still Philia’s eyes showed only white, her mind far away.
Marei bore down harder on her lower belly.
“Euuuuuuugh…!!! Eut…! Wh-what…!? Hiiiiiiit…!”
Squiiiiiiiiish…!
Perhaps “spray” was the right word after all. The moment he compressed her sloshing, bloated stomach, thick white fluid began hosing out from between her tightly closed folds. Philia, now partially conscious, seemed unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
“Hit…! Hit…! Wh-what is thiiiiis… Eun… Eut…!”
Puuuuk… Squish… Squiiish…!
Despite the brutal pressure on her abdomen, Philia could barely react. The more he crushed down, forcing the semen packed into her womb to gush out, the wider her small mouth stretched, spilling desperate, ecstatic moans.
“Y-you… Heut… Heuuut… G-go… go…”
Her crimson eyes flew wide open. Her legs, dangling in the air, shook as though seized by convulsions. The soft inner flesh of her thighs trembled violently as thick white streams of semen raced down them toward the ground. The turbid clumps drew elegant, wave-like curves as they erupted. Their viscosity was so high—like thick gel—that the white masses didn’t break apart but poured out in long, unbroken strands.
Jjuuuk… Squiiish… Jjuk… Jjuk… Byuuut… Byut… Byuuuuut!!
“Aaaaaah, g-go… gooo… goaaat…!”
Philia’s spine arched like a drawn bow while Marei held her from behind, then curled forward only to bend backward again. She screamed in pleasure as her womb continued to empty itself in endless spurts.
“Heuuut… Haaeuut… Haeu…”
Her tiny body, which had been flopping like a fish tossed onto land, suddenly went rigid like a machine that had lost power, then collapsed limply. The young vampire lady—still not fully matured—trembled from head to toe, unable to control herself even while breathing. Thick saliva dripped from her lolling tongue onto the semen-soaked ground in a long, sticky strand before finally snapping.
Her once-neat clothes were now crumpled and filthy, stained with semen and drool in a depraved display that suggested she had been brutally violated. Seeing that sensitive young body that had already climaxed countless times, Marei showed no mercy. He slowly stroked downward over her dripping entrance.
The moment another’s touch reached her, the princess shrank violently and awakened once more from her hell of pleasure.
“Philia, there’s still a little left, isn’t there?”
“Lef… left…? Auh…? Ueut?!”
Her mind seemed to have switched off. Though her body reacted, she couldn’t form proper words. Philia trembled again, unable to reject Marei’s fingers. He spread her tightly sealed folds and seized her hardened clitoris between his index finger and thumb, stroking without pause.
“Ueut…! Eut…! Euuuut…! Eut…! Keut…! Kheuhut…!”
Each time he pressed and scraped that small, soft-yet-firm nub, her lower belly lifted sharply, and her tiny opening vomited out what remained of his seed.
“Philia, just endure a little longer, alright?”
Holding the small princess—who had lost all reason to pleasure—tightly in his arms, Marei continued his relentless assault on her clit, driving her brutally toward the edge of climax.
“Auh… Eu… Ah… Ah… Aaaaah…”
A frail body that couldn’t even scream. A small frame that had never known true pleasure. The sight of the vampire lady growing filthier with every movement stirred something primal in Marei. He sank his teeth into her sharply pointed elf-like ear and yanked her clitoris outward.
“Eut… It… It… Hiiit…! Hit…! Hit…!”
Her tiny body flailed helplessly, unable to escape. Whether tears or sweat, clear liquid poured down her slender jaw, splashing onto her white belly, pooling briefly in her cute navel before sliding over her lower abdomen and onto her sex.
Philia the Blood. The princess of the Romania Principality could do nothing but tremble powerlessly. The final line of reason in her mind had collapsed pathetically beneath pleasure’s single-point assault. Even though she was being treated like a toy, she felt neither anger nor misery. Instead, she felt joy. No—her womb was demanding that she accept that joy.
Philia clenched her teeth, trying to endure the endless waves of ecstasy, but even that was nearly impossible. When she wondered why she was even fighting, what she was fighting against, the thought felt utterly hollow.
“I’m going to press harder now. So endure, okay?”
Press harder? Philia lifted her unresponsive head to look up at him. The moment she met those black eyes staring down at her, her body shrank on instinct. She couldn’t look away. Goosebumps erupted across her skin. Female. Female. Female. She could read the sticky word in the boy’s gaze. Right now he saw her only as a female. Nothing more than a suitable vessel for his seed.
Philia grit her teeth. She could not lose. Yes, she could not lose like this. She could not lo—
Guuuuuuuk…!
“Ah…! Aaaah…! At…! Aaaaaah…!”
I can’t lose… I mustn’t lose… This, this kind of—
Guk! Guk! Guk…!
Every time her belly was crushed, her hips bucked wildly on their own. Shaking her waist shamefully in the air, she begged for something. For the huge, wonderful rod that had filled her completely. Something so massive and pleasurable that fingers could never compare—
Guuuuuuuuk…!
No. No. Wait. Just wait. Philia realized the scream that should have torn from her throat wasn’t coming out. She couldn’t take any more. No matter how hard she tried to endure, it was impossible. Her stomach was being crushed, memories of her cervix being violated flooded back, and her body raced helplessly toward climax.
“Kiheehit…! Kiheheehit…!”
Squiiish…! Squiiiiish! Squiiish…!
Can I… win…?
It felt like lightning striking directly before her eyes. Her vision flashed white, returned, then flashed again. Sometimes it went completely black when she blinked. Yet even in the brief moments her eyelids closed and opened, her sight bleached white countless times.
“Keheok…!!”
A final cry of pleasure tore from her throat, which trembled even more violently than her body in the abyss of ecstasy. Like an athlete in the final sprint, her frame shook with extreme force, then—exhausted by the never-ending pleasure—quivered once more and went completely limp.
Shiiiiii… Shiiiiii…
Should it be called incontinence? A thin, milky liquid jetted out with surprising force, traveling farther than the pool of semen and staining the dirt floor black.
After the long, drawn-out ejaculation finally ended and Philia’s body sagged, Marei instinctively brought his hand—now coated in her sudden squirt—to her mouth.
Lick.
Philia instinctively licked his finger, which was slick with a mixture of her love juices, his semen, and the faint trace of her own squirting. Like a newborn kitten lapping at milk for the first time—clumsy, yet earnest.
“This is the worst…”
Philia let out a long sigh. It was the first thing she said after regaining awareness some time later, once the act—which had been far too intense for her and rather gentle by Marei’s standards—had ended.
“I’m sorry…”
Marei stood before her, unable to meet her eyes. The vampire lady touched her face several times, sighing, then slowly straightened her clothes. She refastened the buttons that had come undone, saw the semen still trickling down her thighs, and sighed again.
“Ah, honestly! Who does something so reckless?!”
She roughly tousled her own hair and kicked at the sticky ground still marked with traces of semen. Clumps of it clung to the soles of her shoes.
“Th-that… Philia was so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself…”
“Give me a real excuse! Say you’re sorry!”
Philia’s voice rose. Marei shrank even smaller.
“I’m sorry. But… you were too pretty…”
“Auh… Seriously!”
Realizing further argument would get her nowhere, Philia fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist and muttered words in an unknown language. The clothes that had looked as though she had been forcibly violated returned to their original pristine state. Though the skirt’s color seemed slightly lighter, making it look like a different outfit entirely.
“I bought that to use in emergencies… To waste it on something like this… And it was one of my favorites.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Forget it. I could have refused… In a way, I’m an accomplice too. Still. There’s a limit, you know? This is outside. Outside! What if someone had seen? It’s a good thing no one was around! We’re lovers… We’re lovers… so I suppose that kind of thing is allowed, but still! At least show some restraint!”
To the scolding from a girl who appeared the same age—or even younger, judging by her youthful features—the only reply Marei could manage was one phrase.
“I’m sorry.”
“Philia the Blood, late for class… And tell me, if I didn’t have this magic tool, what were you planning to do…? Oh, you have one too.”
Philia’s red eyes blinked silently. Even from her perspective, it was an expensive magical artifact. Judging by the spell formula, it seemed to contain quite sophisticated clothing magic. Just what exactly was he carrying around prepared? A long sigh escaped her instead of words.
“This incident is your fault, Marei de Pawen.”
“I’m sorry…”
He was becoming honest with pleasure. More precisely, he was growing bolder in his pursuit of it. Since he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he had changed like this, even Marei felt that he himself had become dangerous.
“Why do you think I’m angry?”
“…For forcing Philia.”
“It wasn’t forcing. Next.”
“For doing it with Philia outside…?”
“Yes, that too. And?”
“For ejaculating inside.”
Philia nodded. Her crimson eyes reflected the sticky fluid scattered across the dirt that still hadn’t been fully absorbed.
“…Yes. What if you get me pregnant?”
“I’ll take responsibility.”
“What?”
“I’ll take responsibility. For you, Philia, and for the child as well.”
Philia let out a small laugh, then covered her eyes with her hand and sighed softly.
“…Your spirit is admirable, but you have no sense of reality. Be more careful next time, Marei. I asked you to make me like you, not to make me hate you. So watch yourself.”
“I’m sorry.”
“We’re late for class. Still, we should hurry…”
Philia quickened her pace, and Marei followed. Until they reached the building housing Idrien’s laboratory, she said nothing, and Marei kept silent, carefully watching her mood.
“Take care, Philia…”
Marei offered his thanks to Philia, who had escorted him all the way to the entrance of the building containing Idrien’s lab. But seeing her cold expression, he couldn’t continue. Her red eyes flicked toward him once before turning away.
She hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she suddenly spun around and ran back, grabbing his sleeve tightly.
“What is it…?”
“Marei.”
After checking behind her several times, Philia leaned in close, lips moving hesitantly.
“…And if you want to do something like that… don’t do it in a place like this!”
“Y-yes…!”
Watching the vampire princess disappear with her face flushed bright red, Marei hurriedly made his way toward Idrien’s laboratory.