Taming the Teacher IV: Labella and Idrien (1)
If one were to weigh it all, she held every advantage—social status, what she could offer the boy, everything. The name of a saintess alone granted endless possibilities. As for Labella, that woman was now called “Mom,” convinced in her arrogance that she could bind Marei to herself as his one and only. She was probably scheming in every direction, drunk on her own superiority. But in time, she would simply take her share, piece by piece.
“Mmm… ngh… mmh… uhhng… chuuup…”
The rapid current of thought that had been racing forward froze completely at the sight of the boy pressing both hands to her cheeks, forcing open the saintess’s willing lips, and claiming them in a fierce kiss.
“Chuuup… Erden Mommy… mm, mmh… ngh… chuuup…”
The young boy’s tongue pushed inside, stirring between her teeth, hooking hers and pressing down with insistent weight. It could not yet be called a deep kiss—he had not fully grown—but Erden could say with absolute certainty that nothing in the world could match the fulfillment she felt now.
With both eyes closed, Erden draped her arms around the boy’s neck and focused entirely on the kiss. She pressed her body forward as though she meant to swallow him whole, rubbing her heavy breasts against his small frame.
“Chuuup… Marei… haa… chup… chuuup…”
Even after washing in the bathroom, being taken, washing again, being taken again, and washing once more, the faint scent of semen still clung to him. Erden pulled the boy even tighter against her. She did not want to let go. She wanted to drag him away to her sanctuary and keep him there forever. The desire would not be silenced.
But this boy would not want that, would he?
His sticky tongue scraped the inside of her mouth and flooded it with saliva. The saintess’s body trembled with a delicate climax. Because she had an actual purpose for going out today, she could feel her bra growing damp.
“Marei… chuuup… chup… Marei… chuu…”
The kiss that seemed it might last forever slowly ended as the boy drew back. Of course, it was only possible because Erden had finally released her arms from around his neck.
A long, glistening strand of saliva stretched between them with a wet schluurp before snapping and landing on the saintess’s habit with a soft plop. Erden swept it up with her fingertips. The saliva was so thoroughly mixed that it was impossible to tell whose it was. She smeared it across her pink lower lip, then repeated the motion on her upper lip, smiling with dark satisfaction. Finally she licked the last traces from her fingertips, slipped her finger into her mouth, and sucked with an audible pop.
“Then I’ll see you later.”
“Ah, yes… yeees…”
Marei stared, entranced, at the saintess smiling and waving. Only when the car began to pull away did he nod hurriedly.
Erden watched the young boy pass by and gradually disappear into the distance, gazing after him like an abandoned puppy. Once he was gone from sight, she let out a long sigh and leaned back against the seat.
“I feel bad for Julia. It seems I enjoyed everything all by myself.”
“It’s fine.”
Erden offered no further reaction to Julia’s silent, stoic driving and simply closed her eyes. If she said it was fine, then it was. Muttering to herself, she gently savored the lingering afterglow of ecstasy, resting a hand on her lower abdomen.
That useless god.
Without the slightest guilt, Erden voiced the irreverent thought and opened her eyes, feeling the divine power leaking from the holy mark engraved above her womb.
“Dropping you off at school is no problem… but may I ask what the matter is?”
“Well, there’s something I need to find.”
The saintess winked. It’s a secret. An ordinary person would have stopped breathing, unable to tear their eyes away, but Julia merely nodded lightly in reply.
When Erden had tried to seduce her in earnest last time, this human had endured with sheer mental strength. If she were to fall for something so trivial, it would be rather disappointing…
“Since Julia is on our side, I’ll explain a little. We discovered something that shouldn’t exist.”
“Something that shouldn’t exist…?”
“The first demon the gods killed. The trace of a god that a dragon once sealed. The omen of destruction. The fragment of creation. It goes by many names.”
“.....Why would something like that be at Valter School? Loren… that dragon?”
Julia answered calmly. She lived in a place where a dragon served as both principal and governor-general, yet it had never truly touched her. The words “trace of a god” and “omen of destruction,” however, felt deeply uncomfortable—especially “first demon.”
“Hahahahahahaha, I’m joking~ Just kidding. There’s no way something straight out of the scriptures would exist in reality. It’s a story from hundreds of thousands—millions—of years ago. If you take it that seriously, Marei will find it boring, won’t he? And speak comfortably. We’re colleagues now, aren’t we?”
“....I see… Yes.”
Julia seemed to struggle with how to address the saintess, revising her words several times, but formal speech kept slipping out. Perhaps it was her personality. Or perhaps the lingering habits of a military family.
“I simply found something interesting.”
“I see.”
“Aren’t you curious, Julia? It’s a situation even the saintess calls interesting.”
“If you need a hand, I will lend it. Though I’m not sure whether I hold any value to you.”
Erden answered with a bright smile. She rather liked Julia—the way she knew her place, the way she could be useful in educating Marei while serving as his homeroom teacher.
“Something like today, or on any ordinary day—I’d like to ask for your help. I’m so terribly busy that I never have time on weekdays. I’m almost grateful for those pagan bastards’ doctrine that one must rest on the weekend. That’s why I have time like this.”
Erden waved the camera that had captured the three of them in every act today. Julia simply nodded.
Marei watched Julia’s car disappear, then shook off the lingering sensation of the grip on his ankle and slowly walked along the wall. A magic circle far beyond his ability to comprehend—something whose very existence he could not perceive—faintly appeared and vanished above the wall in repeating cycles.
To a boy who did not even know the first character of magic, it was nothing more than a passing thought: Oh, it must be magically secured. But anyone with deep magical knowledge, like Ilien or Erden, would have gasped in awe at the ignorant yet extraordinarily sophisticated and densely packed array of spells. It looked like a vault for national secrets.
Marei ran his fingertips along the white wall that concentrated technology far beyond human capability and marveled at the complete absence of dust. He happily stroked the nameplate where his name sat beside Labella’s, then stepped into the garden while imagining the hectic morning and afternoon.
His steps, which had been heading straight for the house, suddenly halted. His gaze fixed on the swing chair tucked in one corner of the garden. He had often thought he wanted to try sitting on it, but the honest truth was that the boy—who had exhausted his body all day—had kept postponing it because of his carnal desire to rest with his cock buried to the hilt inside his mother’s pussy.
It was large enough for two to sit snugly, or three if they squeezed together. He gave it a gentle push and pull. Thanks to good maintenance, there was no creaking at all; it swung smoothly back and forth.
When he had free time, it would surely be wonderful to sit here with Labella and pass the hours. There was no mattress, yet the wooden chair felt neither strange nor uncomfortable, and it carried a mysteriously refreshing scent.
Without knowing why, Marei let out a long sigh and leaned back in the swing. The feeling of being in the middle of a forest helped the chaotic thoughts from earlier slowly surface—the extremely lewd, sticky, and captivating acts of the three. It felt more accurate to call it beastly mating than sex. No, it had been even more viscous, making it difficult to find the right words.
The condom sex Erden had suggested had not been particularly enjoyable, but watching the two women gulp at the sight of the condom swollen to the size of an adult man’s fist had been so erotic that, on balance, it came out even. Strictly speaking it might have been lacking, yet the image of Erden crawling on all fours with used condoms tied to her wrists and ankles, and Julia seductively shaking her hips while smearing the full condoms over her heavy breasts and pussy, earned a few bonus points.
Even so, for an erotic little brat whose body could no longer find satisfaction without climaxing inside a supreme female form, it was merely an occasional pleasure. He had grabbed Erden’s wrist as she held the condom, seized a thick handful of the saintess’s purple hair, and shoved his cock down her throat, ending the condom experiment.
Even as the saintess suddenly choked and struggled, Marei—driven by the urge to cum directly onto her body—kept thrusting until he erupted. He grabbed the waist of the saintess who was gagging and vomiting semen, lifted her, and mercilessly drove his cock into her ass, shooting another load while photographing the sacred female body making those choking sounds.
Without even wiping himself, he presented his cock—covered in intestinal fluids and semen—to the panting Julia for a cleaning blowjob. Then, sitting on the sofa, he had her turn her back to him and lower herself onto it. He gripped her breasts so tightly their shape distorted, pressing firmly against her womb as he focused on seeding her, only for the awakened Erden to bury her face where they were joined and lick diligently. He came instantly.
The many acts that followed drifted through his mind one by one.
Still feeling the lingering afterglow, Marei let out a long sigh and stared blankly at the sky. Small birds chirped faintly, following the heavily tilted sun. Soft breathing and the rustle of wind through the grass gradually faded.
When he strained his ears and nothing more could be heard—when only the sound of his own heartbeat remained—Marei finally stood.
“I’m home…”
He opened the door and greeted as usual, but the empty entrance left him standing there in silence.
Labella was not always waiting at the exact time he arrived, yet he kept expecting it anyway. Why? Marei sat down at the entrance and stared blankly at the door. Had she stepped out for a moment? Would she return if he waited? Waiting at the front door like a dog awaiting its master somehow felt ridiculously pathetic.
Silence. To shake off the quiet that felt heavier than anything else, Marei practically threw his shoes into the rack. The moment the door slammed shut with a bang and he exhaled, he heard the sound of someone running frantically.
Footsteps raced down the stairs. A familiar voice pierced his ears. When he turned his head, a hot body temperature enveloped him at once. Slightly slippery, sweat-glistening, faintly flushed flesh filled his vision.
“Marei, you’re finally here! Do you know how long I waited~?”
Was it accurate to say she hugged him tightly? The woman had wrapped both arms around the boy’s neck and buried his face in her enormous breasts. Her body scent was intimately familiar to Marei, as was the clear voice that rang out beside his ear.
“Ili… No, Idrien…?”
Marei lifted his face from the pleasant softness of her chest and looked up. Ears elongated unlike a human’s, beauty that could never be compared to ordinary people, and—unlike Ilien—slightly cold-looking eye corners.
“Why are you so late? You took so long that I started without you!”
Idrien spoke as if truly angry. Started? What had she started? As she pulled away from their tight embrace, her body came fully into view: pure white naked skin wearing nothing but white stockings. Skin glistening with sweat as though she had been exercising, moist, wet eyes, and long legs that trembled faintly. Platinum pubic hair glistened with the love juices that streamed down in thick rivulets onto the floor.
Marei had already climaxed more than a dozen times today, yet his desire surged back to full strength. He focused on it, gently wrapped his arms around the elf teacher’s slender waist, and began kneading her plump ass—fleshy enough for his fingers to sink in—without restraint.
“Aaahng, already…”
“Idrien…”
His fingers sank deep, the surrounding flesh so soft and bouncy that it pressed back against them without sagging. Marei unconsciously kept squeezing and releasing, over and over.
“Hng~ What do you want to do?”
Idrien smiled, baring her teeth. Far from frowning at the young boy’s hands that explored her body without permission, she shook her own ass from side to side and slowly draped one long leg over Marei’s body.
“That is… I…”
“If you don’t say it properly, I won’t understand~?”
Marei pushed his hand between her thick cheeks and boldly stroked the beauty’s pussy. Idrien teased him by lifting her toes slightly, preventing him from reaching the fruit he desired.
“I… want to use Idrien’s warm, wet pussy.”
“Hehehet…”
Normally he would have stammered in embarrassment while timidly touching his female teacher’s folds, but today his mind remained strangely clear. The boy honestly confessed his desire without realizing it.
“Hng~ So Marei wants to put it in here?”
Idrien thrust her lower abdomen forward, just above the dark bush, and drew a slow circle with her index finger.
“You want to fill your personal cum toilet—my womb—until it’s overflowing, don’t you? Hmm? Rubbing against me like a horny little puppy… hehe… You know that once you put it in here, I can squeeze you so tightly it feels incredible, right? You want to bury yourself in my hot, dripping pussy, don’t you?”
Idrien poured out words she could never say in front of others—words she had never even imagined—following the flow of her consciousness. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, pulled the boy’s arm deep into her cleavage, and seductively rocked her upper body up and down, tempting him.