A Light Daily Life (3)
Even just a moment ago, I was actually hoping that instead of heading to the classroom, Marei would fill me up with his seed at least once… that’s what I was thinking.
At the sight of the young boy staring intently at her most private place, Julia grew even bolder. She stretched out her leg and rested her thigh on the boy’s shoulder, then slid her own panties down.
Immediately, the glistening slit covered in brown pubic hair came into view, oozing sticky honey. Just above it, her swollen clitoris trembled visibly. The pink, glistening vaginal flesh and the angrily quivering nub filled his entire field of vision.
“C-can you… start with your tongue first?”
Julia stammered shyly as she made her request. Without hesitation, Marei brought his mouth to the parted petals.
“Huuuuh…! Ah, right there, if you suck right there… ngh…! Ngh…!”
Slurp. Sluurp. Sluuuurp. Chuuuurp… Slurp.
The young boy pressed his lips to his homeroom teacher’s soft vaginal flesh without a moment’s pause, pushing his tongue inside and sucking greedily. He gripped the female teacher’s wildly bucking hips firmly, as if she were a fish flopping out of water, and stirred up her tender insides.
He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go, scraping along the soft folds, curling it to savor every drop of honey that flowed out.
“Aah… ngh… ugh… You’re too skilled… ngh… This is… aaah, w-wait… ahng… aaahng…!”
Like a fish pulled from the water, Julia’s upper body thrashed about. She kept trying to sit up only to collapse again under the relentless, soft pressure of the tongue that crushed her sensitivity without mercy.
Before even a few minutes had passed, a small puddle of her love juices had formed on the table. Marei pulled his lips away from her petals, ready to enjoy his well-prepared female teacher in a different way.
“Ahng… ngh… uuuuh…! Ah… Why… why did you stop…?”
Seeing the boy’s lips glistening with her own fluids, Julia looked up at him with an expression that suggested she might cry from betrayal.
“I’ll give you something even better.”
“I-I said not right away… more, dee— ngh?! F-fingers… khk…!”
Even though she had said she didn’t want it right away, Julia had secretly been hoping for more. When the boy suddenly pushed his fingers inside her instead of removing his pants, she let out an adorable cry and her thighs trembled violently.
“You seemed to like it when I press hard right here… As expected, you’re squeezing so tightly.”
“Hih… hih…! Ah, aah. Don’t sc-scratch thereee… aaahng, ahng, ahng…!”
Who would ever believe this was Julia Pahu? The woman who spread her own legs for a young boy, who gushed love juices with every caress and every stroke of his fingers.
Marei persistently pressed and rubbed her G-spot, forcing her toward climax.
“Aahuuuh… hng… Ah, aaahng, I-I’m already… hng…! Aaaaaah, I’m goooing…! I’m goooing…! Ah…!”
The female teacher screamed wildly, her thighs clamping down hard as she tried to stop the boy’s hand that was stirring up her insides. But it was a meaningless resistance. She could never escape the techniques he had learned and perfected with so many women.
Even though it was now break time, the students sat staring blankly at their books, lost in their own thoughts. The boys quietly slipped out of the classroom and headed toward the restroom.
Only Marei, who had no idea what was going on, found the heavy silence in the classroom unbearably awkward. He fled the room as if escaping.
There was no need to stay in the classroom once his consultation with Julia was over. Yet an unspoken atmosphere had kept the students inside, naturally turning the period into self-study time.
Marei had no intention of going against the class mood, but today the boys’ seats remained conspicuously empty. The suffocating atmosphere had driven him to grab his book and leave. That was the truth of it.
He could see students from other grades and classes passing by in the distance. For a school this large, there were far too many unused spaces. To be precise, tall buildings stood here and there, but they were rarely used to their full capacity.
“What are you doing here?”
Gilia popped her upper body over the back of the bench with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to startle Marei instead of simply sitting beside him.
“The class atmosphere felt a bit strange, so I came out.”
“R-really… Oh, right. What did you do over the weekend?”
Gilia stammered, her face suddenly flushing as if she had remembered something. She quickly shook her head and changed the subject.
“Nothing much… I just rested.”
Marei didn’t particularly welcome questions like this. After all, he couldn’t possibly tell her that on Saturday morning he had engaged in an orgy with the Saint and his homeroom teacher while wearing condoms, then spent the afternoon violating Labella together with the twin elves. On Sunday, he had intertwined with both Erden and Labella, only to be ambushed by Idrien and his mother for even more play.
The same went for questions about what he did at home. How could he explain his utterly obscene—no, downright promiscuous—daily life? A life where the default was to freely ejaculate inside his own mother Labella’s vagina and receive devoted service from her. It was the same reason he couldn’t speak of it to others.
When Gilia made a suspicious little “hmm~” through her nose, Marei simply smiled and hoped the topic would be dropped. Lying about things he had to hide wasn’t exactly pleasant.
Fortunately, Gilia hadn’t asked out of genuine curiosity. It had just been small talk. The conversation quickly moved in a different direction.
“What are you studying?”
“It’s Professor Ilien’s textbook.”
Marei gently lifted the book. Ilien had meticulously written detailed corrections and additional explanations between every line. He wanted to brag about this thoughtful gift, but he knew it was far too sensitive a subject to mention to anyone, so he kept his mouth firmly shut.
“You’re already that far ahead? You’re way faster than us…”
Gilia let out a small laugh. It was a subtle smile—impossible to tell whether she was flustered or envious.
It seemed that more and more things were becoming impossible to show or talk about to others. Worried that she might recognize Ilien’s handwriting, Marei closed the book.
Physical study time was already scarce for Marei, so these moments alone were precious. Still, it was better than inviting strange suspicions. Of course, talking with friends was more enjoyable.
“Now that I think about it, you said you wanted to go to the military academy, right?”
“I told you to speak casually. We’re the same age… or wait, am I a year older? Just speak comfortably.”
“Ah… yeah.”
Gilia covered her mouth and laughed softly.
“I’m preparing to enter the military academy. I’ve already gotten recommendation letters ready, and my grades aren’t bad either.”
“That’s impressive. I mean, impressive.”
“What’s with that? You’re the complete opposite of Professor Julia.”
Julia often spoke to students in the stiff, military-style tone she had used in the army, but whenever she caught herself, she would awkwardly try to speak like a normal person. Many students found it cute whenever the seemingly perfect Julia made such mistakes.
The way Marei cautiously used polite speech before switching to casual talk seemed the exact opposite of Julia’s behavior. Since he could relate, Marei simply laughed it off with a “Haha…”
“Is it rude if I suddenly ask something like this…?”
“What is it?”
“You’re using polite speech again.”
“Sorry…”
At Marei’s apology, Gilia let out a small sigh.
Seeing Gilia, who had already chosen her path and was working hard toward it, Marei found it hard to believe they were the same age. A short thought crossed his mind: People with dreams really do shine.
“You don’t have to force yourself if you’re not used to it. Just speak casually once you get comfortable.”
“Okay…”
When he had attended school near the barrier wall, there had been a few boys and girls his age. But because they had rolled around and played together since childhood, speaking casually had come naturally. However, in this unfamiliar place, Marei wasn’t bold enough to speak casually to an older relative while still adjusting.
“About what you asked me last time…”
Gilia shyly pressed the tips of her index fingers together and avoided Marei’s gaze. He tried hard to remember what she had asked, but nothing came to mind.
“Is it about Mother?”
Gilia nodded.
Labella was incredibly popular with many people—both men and women. For some reason, every time someone asked about Labella, Marei couldn’t suppress a surge of pride. From the childish satisfaction of having a famous person as his mother, to the fact that such a woman would shake her hips before him and beg, “Please give me your cock…”, everything about it pleased him.
“Ask comfortably. I don’t know everything, but I can tell you what I do know.”
When he told her to ask comfortably, it wasn’t burdensome at all to satisfy a friend’s curiosity. In fact, he wanted to tell someone just how well he knew Labella. Her favorite positions, the mole in a place too embarrassing to mention, how she kissed—everything. Of course, he would never actually say those things.
“What does Lady Labella usually do?”
Usually.
Marei had to pause to think. In his memory, whenever Labella came home, she was always wearing seductive clothes, either devoting herself to serving him or lying beneath him and crying out in ecstasy. Still, he recalled the occasional glimpses he had seen and spoke.
“She makes new dishes sometimes, or reads books. Her friends visit often and they talk together.”
The reason she made new dishes was her desire to feed Marei food she had prepared herself. The books she read were mostly theses and texts on education. As for her friends, Ilien, Erden, and Ilien would come over. There was no way they only talked when they visited. But he gave a suitably packaged answer, and Gilia nodded with a subtly disappointed expression.
Marei couldn’t guess what kind of person Labella seemed like to Gilia. From what he had heard from others, Labella was seen as a ruthless but capable woman without blood or tears. People seemed to expect her to be carrying out secret imperial missions.
Of course, the results of what Marei simply thought of as “Mother working” didn’t differ greatly from what others expected. Still, it was probably harder for a young boy to imagine that the same mother who lovingly hugged him at home, greeted him with sticky kisses, and served him devotedly could be that kind of person.
“What about her favorite foods or music?”
“Favorite foods… well…”
Marei almost unconsciously answered “semen” as he recalled the image of Labella with his sticky penis in her mouth, licking the entrance of his urethra while saying “Thank you for this daily sustenance” and savoring his cum. Fortunately, he managed to stop himself.
“Semen?”
“I-it really seems like she doesn’t have any particular favorites.”
“Hmm…. What about music?”
“She likes instrumental pieces without lyrics. She doesn’t really collect them; she just buys what she likes.”
Marei had asked Labella the same question before. He remembered it had been an ordinary conversation between the two of them while soaking together in hot water during the afternoon. At that time, Labella had said…
“I think she said that babbling voices are annoying.”
“Fitting for the Witch of the Audit Bureau. Ah, does she dislike that nickname?”
“She doesn’t really mind it. In fact, she says that public officials should consider such nicknames a sign that they’re doing their job well…”
To be precise, before Marei had appeared, Labella had viewed the nickname as a tool to handle various matters more smoothly. Now that there was someone she had to devote her entire being to, she no longer paid it any mind. Of course, neither the boy nor the girl knew that.
“That’s cool. I think I’ve heard that even General Elton, called the Pig Slayer, is proud of her.”
“Pig Slayer…”
In the case of General Elton Pahu of the Northern Front, he was technically the Orc Slayer. Still, since “pig” was sometimes used as a derogatory term for orcs, it made sense. Even so, Marei briefly thought that the name Orc Slayer sounded much cooler.
“Now that I think about it, you said you’re going to the North, right?”
“Professor Julia knows a lot of people there. I think it’ll be helpful. She even agreed to write me a recommendation letter.”
Gilia proudly puffed out her chest a little. Her brown hair fluttered in the wind, revealing her pale nape.
Recommendation letters for university, recommendation letters for the Northern Front. To Marei, who thought a recommendation letter simply meant vouching for someone’s identity and ability, it seemed strange that they would be so important.
“Is Professor Julia that famous on the Northern Front? At the barrier wall, we only ever heard General Elton’s name…”
“It’s normal for the person in charge to be more famous than the staff officer. Besides, Professor Julia isn’t the type to brag about herself or feel satisfied only after proving her abilities. Since it’s a family matter, she seems to have just let it slide… But everyone who needs to know, knows. She’s quite famous among those in the know.”
Rumors spread whether you want them to or not.
Gilia winked with one eye. Talking to her like this really did feel like talking to a friend.