Light Daily Life (1)
“Agh… Mom… ugh… Labella… ngh… More, shake your hips more… ugh… That’s so good… ngh… Labella mom’s pussy feels incredible… ngh… Hurry and make me cum… Mom… ngh… Tighter, squeeze me tighter… hngh…!”
Burning with the urgent mission to ejaculate quickly, the boy found his climax stubbornly refusing to build. Instead of helping, Labella kept climaxing from the mere act of penetration, turning the entire process into an obstacle. Gritting his teeth, Marei could only drive his cock even more violently into his mother’s vaginal flesh.
She was bent forward against the front door, hips pushed back. He pressed down harder on her waist, mounting her from behind and slamming his hips with enough force to produce loud, wet squelching sounds. Even after dozens of brutal thrusts, her insides still clamped down with delicious tightness. Sometimes it felt almost too narrow. The sensation of his massive shaft buried inside the cunt he had trained into his personal meat toilet made him grind ruthlessly against the fleshy ridges of her belly, pounding directly against her cervix with all his strength.
“Aaaah… T-too much… aaahng… M-Mom is… ngh… Marei… haaangh… S-sorry… aang… Again, I’m cumming again aaah… ngh… ngh… haah, haah… ngh… ngh… ngh… uuugh!! Ngh…! Haaaaangh… ngh…!”
Every thrust sent her over the edge. She would barely manage to breathe before another orgasm tore through her. Faced with this supremely lewd and hypersensitive female body, Marei slammed his hips forward like he was throwing his entire weight into her, stirring up her tightly convulsing walls.
“Ugh… ngh… It’s coming… I’m about to cum… ngh… I’m going to cum, Mom… I’m going to flood Mom’s pussy…!”
“Aang, aang, aaahng… Yes… Please fill your exclusive meat toilet with everything you have… Mom’s pussy exists only as Marei’s hole… ngh…”
Who would ever believe that the Director of the Audit Bureau, the woman feared as the Witch of the Audit Bureau, was the same person now spewing such vulgarities, endlessly pouring out words of utter submission to a young boy?
The sight of his mother writhing and sobbing in proof of her obscene enslavement made Marei thrust upward with all his might.
“Aaaaahng…!”
As if determined to pour his load straight into her womb, the tip of his glans stirred her vaginal flesh in every direction before driving upward, rushing mercilessly to the very center of her softest, most delicate flesh.
“Uugh… ngh… It’s coming ouuut…!”
Marei shouted loudly enough for Labella to hear as the sensation of his enormous cock pressing against her cervix finally rewarded him. He emptied himself completely into the womb of the mother who had raised him, flooding her with thick ropes of seed.
-Gush, gush gush, splurt!
“Ah, ah… aah… ngh… uugh…! It’s coming, so much is flooding into my womb… ngh… Marei’s baby seed, so much… so much is pouring in… aang… My belly feels like it’s going to m-melt… haangh…!”
“Yeah, I’m cumming so much inside Mom. I’ll give you even more, so… don’t let any spill. Ngh… ngh… Mom’s pussy feels so good… ngh… I love you, Mom… uuuugh…”
Labella panted at the sight of her young son pouring his essence into her womb with all his strength while whispering affectionate words. A sense of fulfillment and happiness she had never felt anywhere else washed over her. She twitched with delight at the heavy, warm sensation of the thick loads flooding her.
“Aang, Ma-Marei… Mom loves you too. I love you the most. Yes, I only love Marei. Only Marei… ngh… Mom belongs only to Marei. Always… uungh… ngh… My belly is so full… haangh…!”
Labella, who single-handedly took responsibility for contraception while letting a boy too young to think about such things cum inside her, was enraptured by the heavy weight of semen being crammed into her womb. With her tongue hanging out, unable to close her mouth, she climaxed again.
Marei kept her pinned against the front door, panting from the still-continuing urge to cum. He wrapped his hands over hers where they pressed against the door and drove his hips forward even harder.
“Ngh… Squeeze tighter… Tighter, Mom. Ngh… So good.”
“Aang, aaahng, again, I’m cumming again… I’m cumming while you fill me, Mom…! Aaahng… aahng…!”
The Witch of the Audit Bureau, her upper body completely crushed against the front door by the young boy, delighted in her thoroughly developed body. Imagining the thick glugging of semen pouring into her, she reached yet another peak.
“Welcome back, Marei. You’re earlier than usual.”
In the laboratory, Julia was smiling with relaxed ease. The deep, bitter aroma of coffee—sharp enough to clear the mind—filled the air. Marei immediately recognized it as the black coffee Labella loved to drink.
The classroom would be empty, so he had come to Julia’s lab on a hunch. “Did you spend the weekend well, Professor Julia?”
“Saturday was wonderful. Sunday was just average—spent it with Grandfather. Would you like a cup?”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
Julia lightly stroked Marei’s hair, then stood up at once. “Luckily Iliene left some for guests. There’s only black coffee in the lab otherwise.”
“That’s a relief…”
Marei stared blankly at the light brown liquid releasing its rich aroma. Julia chuckled at the wary, cat-like expression on his face.
“I feel like things are changing far too quickly. Even thinking rationally, without some kind of artificial intervention, the development feels too neatly standardized to be natural.”
“Huh?”
“Just nonsense that slipped out. It’s delicious, so drink up. Iliene raved about it.”
Julia had briefly touched on the strange dissonance she felt with the current state of the world, but realizing it wasn’t suitable conversation for a young boy, she smoothly changed the subject back to the coffee.
“Are you keeping up with your studies?”
“Ah, well…”
Julia was gently pinching his cheeks. Marei dragged his answer out.
“Sex is fine, but as a student of Valter you still need to focus on your academics. I suppose I’ll have to speak with Lady Labella.”
“I’ll study hard. So to Mom… um…”
“I’m not scolding you. We simply need to find a proper balance. I should speak with the Saintess too. Same for me. Tomorrow is actually our first real class. Tsk… None of us are the type who can’t control ourselves like this.”
Julia smiled with a troubled expression and gently patted the shoulder of her young disciple, who had shrunk back in embarrassment.
“How is school life? Have you made any friends? Most classes are one-on-one tutoring, so it must be difficult to form friendships.”
Julia didn’t seem to notice, but her tone had become as stiff as when she addressed regular students.
“It’s been moderately enjoyable. I think I’ve grown close with Muerangde, Philia, and Gilia Marita.”
“If you’re close, then you’re close. The phrasing ‘I think I can say I’m close’ sounds rather distant. It almost seems like you’re the one keeping the children at arm’s length. Feel free to use the Pawen name. Or ask Lady Labella for help. Attending social gatherings might be beneficial.”
Marei had not yet fully grasped the weight of the Pawen family name, but the idea of introducing himself through his house’s reputation filled him with instinctive reluctance. Remembering Philia’s sigh when she described social halls as nothing but calculated encounters only multiplied that distaste.
“Well, if you dislike that, consider joining a club. I heard you’ve been lingering around the choir. Is it worthwhile?”
“Ah, yes. Gilia’s there, and Senior Shasha too. Everyone is kind, so I like it. There’s something strangely exciting about singing in chorus together.”
He’s adjusting to school life quite well. Julia mentally organized the report she would give Labella and Erden. Labella would already be hearing from Iliene, but the young power holder overflowing with love for her son wanted to know his every single move.
The reason she still refused to assign Audit Bureau personnel to watch him was likely her possessive desire to keep his private life hidden from others.
“You’re doing well. Just put a little more effort into your studies. The first evaluation period is approaching… And I’d appreciate it if you looked after Gilia Marita.”
“Gilia?”
Julia gave a light nod and drained the remaining black coffee in one clean motion.
“I asked the class president, Gilia Marita, to take good care of the new student. Now I’m asking you to take good care of her. She works hard at everything, but whenever I try to help… how should I put it? It seems to burden her. Or perhaps she becomes excessively grateful. She’s a difficult child.”
Julia smiled faintly, pressing her index finger to her lips as if picturing Gilia’s face.
“Well, that concludes today’s consultation. Now… may I borrow your shoulder?”
“Ah, yes…”
The moment Marei gave permission, Julia tilted her head and leaned it against her young disciple’s shoulder. A mysterious, clear fragrance rose from her slightly coarse brown hair, tickling the nape of his neck.
“You know, I just realized I spoke stiffly again—like I did back when I was a soldier. Strange, isn’t it?”
“No, it was cool. If I had met you while you were still a soldier, my heart would have been pounding.”
“Is your heart not pounding now?”
“Now it feels lovable.”
At Marei’s smooth reply, Julia buried her face in his shoulder as if embarrassed and rubbed against him silently.
“Hey, Marei.”
“Yes, please speak.”
“Do you want to see what I looked like as a soldier?”
“J-Just a little?”
Julia gave a small laugh at how honestly her disciple expressed his desires, then cleared her throat to ease the tension in her neck. She stood up at once, sat on the table, and looked down at him.
“Boy. State your name.”
“Huh?”
“Boy. What is your name?”
Julia’s eyes had sunk into a cold, heavy gaze. Her stare alone seemed to radiate a strange chill. Marei unconsciously sat up straight and looked up at her.
“I am Marei de Pawen…”
“Do not drag out your answer.”
“I am Marei de Pawen.”
“Good.”
Julia sat with her legs crossed, resting her chin on her hand as she slowly looked him over. To Marei, the woman before him felt like a beast. A cruel predator that would sink its sharp fangs into any weakness the moment it found one.
“Ahahaha. That’s about it. I did want to try this, but we don’t have much time today. Shall we save it for the weekend?”
As if the heavy atmosphere she had created moments ago had been a lie, Julia smiled with clear delight at the sight of a very tense Marei.
“…It was a little scary.”
“Hmm~. You were cuter than usual, Marei. Good. I’ve decided what we’ll do on the weekend. I’ll speak with the Saintess—roleplay sounds rather nice.”
Julia winked with one eye and glanced at the grand cathedral visible through the window.
“Are you excited? It’s gotten quite hard down here.”
“Ngh… If you keep stroking it… ah, if you squeeze… ngh…!”
Even as Marei panted with desperate longing, Julia removed her hand from his pants. The erotic little brat who had gone without proper relief since morning boldly grabbed his homeroom teacher’s wrist.
“Julia… I want to cum. I want to cum so much, so much inside you.”
“Honestly… Calling my name like that is unfair.”
Julia felt a shiver run down her spine at the way her disciple so casually used her name. A subtle smile curved her lips. Still smiling faintly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time.
“I have personal interviews with the students soon. I’ll use my breasts for now. I’ll take care of the rest later, so forgive me with this, alright?”
Without hesitation, the homeroom teacher knelt between her disciple’s legs. She winked and pushed her chest forward. When Julia removed her white bra without pause, her massive breasts trembled heavily, unable to resist gravity.
With practiced hands she freed the boy’s cock, suppressing her strange excitement. She sandwiched the violently throbbing, enormous shaft between her breasts, then lifted and tilted her body.
“Hehe. How many times did you do it with Lady Labella this morning? Sniff, sniff… It smells so strongly of her.”
“Only four times… yeah…”
“That’s quite a lot. Yet you’re still this hard… Hmm… It’s incredibly hot.”
Usually she complained that it was heavy and inconvenient since she couldn’t even see the tip, but seeing the boy tremble and pant with pleasure, Julia realized there had been a reason she had endured that discomfort.
She lifted her breasts from below, pressing the heavy mounds together around his cock. From root to glans, she squeezed and stroked with her soft, warm flesh. She pressed so firmly from both sides that it looked as if her maternal breasts were swallowing him whole.
“Marei, I can feel your cock throbbing. Doesn’t it feel good when I do it with my breasts like this?”
Her elastic breasts jiggled heavily while continuously enveloping the glans and rubbing up and down without pause. Seeing the boy grip the sofa armrest tightly and breathe with pleasure, Julia moved her breasts even more vigorously and roughly.
“Mmm… Julia’s breasts are so soft and warm, squeezing and twisting from both sides… it f-feels so good…”
Though smaller than the Ksakru sisters’, they were still overwhelmingly large compared to an average woman. Simply being trapped between them filled him with strange excitement and a sense of conquest, making his waist tremble.
The soft walls of flesh squeezing him from both sides, the homeroom teacher smiling faintly as she looked up at him—the warm sensation rising from his cock nestled in her cleavage, the subtle tightening, and the visual pleasure all blended together.
“The tip looks so angry. Lick… slurp… slurp… lick. Mmm… mmm…”
The massive glans protruding from between her breasts was already drooling copious amounts of precum after only a few strokes. Julia extended her tongue, licked the urethral opening, then pressed her lips to it and sucked gently.