The Teacher's Private Study
Julia Pfaff paused, her fingers lightly tapping the edge of her teacup. “Kind… gentle… warm… Hmm… So you dislike women who feel rigid and strict?”
“Not at all. At first, I thought my aunt was an incredibly scary person too. But once I got to know her, she turned out to be really kind. She does come across as rather stiff when she’s working, though…”
“So you don’t dislike it.”
Julia nodded, then realized Marei’s gaze had drifted to her chest. Noticing his empty teacup, she rose from her seat. The way he quickly tore his eyes from her sweater and flushed bright red was undeniably adorable.
Cute… Wait, what on earth am I thinking…
“Would you like another cup? Is that alright?”
“Yes, please.”
With some of the tension finally easing, Marei let out a slow, steady breath. Julia’s office carried the rich, mature scent of a grown woman. The bookshelves held volumes arranged with meticulous precision by size, while a single lonely pen and one notebook seemed to perfectly capture her personality.
While Marei cautiously scanned the room, Julia glanced at him sideways and quietly locked the office door without a sound.
“Thank you.”
Marei accepted the refilled cup and gave a small bow. Julia never took her eyes off the boy.
“We still have time. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”
“No.”
At Marei’s curt reply, Julia nodded several times. She looked faintly disappointed. Noticing his gaze flick toward the clock, she said something she would never normally say—something almost playful.
“If neither of us has anything to say… why don’t I tell you a strange story from my time in the military?”
Marei nodded. Julia let out a hearty laugh and set down her teacup. Her half-lidded eyes behind the monocle stared into empty space. She gave a small, amused snort, then brushed her hair back over one shoulder, leaned back in her chair as if lounging, took a deep breath, and sat up straight again to face him directly.
For what felt both long and short, Marei simply watched her in silence.
Is it that serious look in his eyes that doesn’t match his age that draws me in?
“It was when I was still in the military. Around the time I transitioned from field commander to operations staff officer. To be precise, it was about six years ago. While we were subjugating the northern territories, we encountered an orc family that had strayed from their group. You might not be familiar with the name on the western wall, but have you heard of them?”
“Yes, a little… from books.”
Larger than adult human males, with rapid reproduction and growth rates. Thousands of years ago, they had been a race that rivaled humanity. It was said they had been driven into the harsh northern lands where humans struggled to survive, and only a small number remained.
“Compared to humans who live up to one hundred and fifty years, they only live about thirty. They aren’t particularly intelligent either. Most people find it laughable that they once competed with our ancestors for survival, but the truth is different. They reach adulthood in just one year, possess overwhelming physical strength compared to humans, and have intelligence on par with ordinary people. They’re cunning creatures. In fact, they’re one of the races that have killed the most commanders freshly assigned to the northern front after only reading about them in books.”
“I see…”
Marei listened attentively to Julia’s story. It was the first time he had heard a firsthand account of a different race he had only read about in books. By now, Julia’s eyes were sparkling as she continued.
“I used to think they were the kind that would abandon their homes and possessions and flee the moment they were at a disadvantage. I’d seen comrades abandoned and left behind on the battlefield many times. But the orc I met that day was different. In clumsy Imperial speech, he begged us to spare his family.”
Julia gave a small snort as she recalled the scene.
“It was both surprising and amusing. Behind him, a female orc who looked rather small-headed was clutching her swollen belly, watching us with anxious eyes. Rules were rules, so we couldn’t spare them. Still, it stirred something strange in me. I had cut ties with my family and never once considered marriage, but seeing that… I felt a little envious. I even thought, If I were to get married someday… It was quite enviable. After all, with a personality and appearance like mine, I had never even imagined being protected by someone.”
After finishing, Julia let out a long sigh and, as if frustrated, neatly drained the now lukewarm tea from her cup.
“Still, I was jealous. Funny story, isn’t it?”
“…No.”
At Marei’s answer, Julia nodded vaguely a few times. It had been a story without clear meaning, yet she somehow looked refreshed.
“I just wanted to tell it. It doesn’t mean anything special.”
“No, how should I put it… Even though they’re orcs, I’d like to become a husband like that someday.”
Julia stared down at Marei in silence for a long moment. Behind the monocle, her blue eyes held a warm gaze.
“Yes, that would be nice too. By the way, Marei. Why have you been staring so intently at my chest this whole time?”
“Ugh… cough, cough. N-no, that’s… I-I’m sorry.”
Julia let out a small snort of laughter. She stood up, walked slowly to the window, and drew the curtains. The room, now lit only by faint slivers of light, grew quite dim. The suddenly gloomy atmosphere made Marei’s body stiffen.
Am I going to be scolded? Uhh… what do I do…
“Why? Do you want to see them?”
“I-I’m sorry… That’s… I mean…”
Watching Marei bow his head and beg for forgiveness, Julia moistened her dry lips with her tongue and slowly approached him. Lost in thoughts of the scolding that was surely coming, he couldn’t see how flushed her cheeks had become.
“If you want to see them, just say so honestly. Do you want to look at my breasts?”
“Well, that is… yes, but… I-I’m sorry.”
Julia moved behind the seated boy and gently ran her hands down his shoulders. Then she pulled him into a tight embrace from behind. The soft sensation pressing against the back of his head—Marei, who had endlessly played with Labela’s and Erden’s breasts, immediately recognized it as a chest.
“Uhh…”
“Do you want to touch them?”
“Um… that…”
Marei’s hands were resting on his lower abdomen. He’s excited. Julia realized it with just a glance. In that brief moment when Marei’s body twitched, the woman once called a strategic genius had already perfectly mapped out the current situation and exactly how she should proceed from here.
“You can touch them if you want.”
At Julia’s whispered voice in his ear, Marei cautiously checked her expression to see if she truly meant it. Although he had grown accustomed to sexual acts with his mother and the saintess dozens of times, taking the lead with an adult woman from the start was still difficult for him—especially with a teacher who seemed so intellectual and strict.
Whether she knew this or not, Julia gently grasped the back of the embarrassed boy’s hand. Then she guided his young hand to her breast.
“How does it feel? Mmh… How is it?”
The moment his hand rested on her breast, Marei’s touch moved not with clumsy panic but with the skill of an experienced lover. Julia nearly let out a moan. She somehow held it in and gave him a rich, seductive smile, as if showing off her composure.
“S-soft…”
“Don’t you want to touch them m-more?”
At her temptation, Marei nodded carefully. Julia lowered her hands to her abdomen and slowly lifted the hem of her brown sweater. Should one call it voluptuous? It wasn’t quite the sculpted figure of Labela—there was a slight, subtle layer of flesh. Not enough to call her fat; that would be rude to many. It was more accurate to say she was on the slender side. Scattered across her skin were faint burn scars and stab wounds that one wouldn’t notice without looking closely.
The sweater continued to rise. As if inviting him to savor her body slowly, Julia lifted it with deliberate leisure. Her breasts, lifted along with the brown fabric, rose to their limit before falling with a soft slap, jiggling from side to side. The apricot-colored bra quickly settled the large mounds back into place after only a few bounces.
Is this too stimulating for a child…?
Julia was doing something she had never once imagined in the past—seducing her own student. Not only had she already spent nights with two women beautiful enough to turn heads anywhere, but the idea of toying with someone so innocently, like a slave, had been unthinkable. Yet watching Marei’s pure face made her body grow even hotter.
He’s fully… erect.
With the sweater nearly removed, her collarbones were revealed. Marei was seized by the urge to rush forward and lick the hollow where her shoulder met her collarbone, but he forced himself to stay glued to the chair. Despite his iron will, however, his blood-filled penis strained visibly against his pants.
Julia finally pulled the sweater completely off and tossed it carelessly onto the desk. Seeing the prominent bulge in Marei’s lap, she gave him a sly grin.
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful…”
Julia brought her arms together, pushing her breasts forward as if showing them off, and leaned toward him. They weren’t quite as enormous as the ones you’d see in erotic magazines like Labela’s or Erden’s, but they were large enough to be called massive. He spoke his honest impression while staring at Julia’s chest.
“Touch them… Mmh… Ahh… How do they feel?”
“S-so soft…”
Marei continued kneading Julia’s breasts without pause. It wasn’t just kneading—he occasionally squeezed them firmly or slipped his hands naturally beneath the bra.
W-what the… He’s too skilled…
“Hiiik…!”
At the moan that burst out, Julia clenched her teeth. He was too good. It went beyond skill—it felt like she had become an instrument, and he was a master musician. Before she knew it, the bra hook had come undone, and Marei was pinching and playing with her hardened nipples.
Fearing a moan would escape at any moment, Julia twisted her legs together and barely managed to grab both of his hands.
“T-Teacher…?”
“Ah, ah…? Yes. Yes! It’s… it’s been a while… so a little…”
Before she could pull his hands away, Marei gave her nipple a light pinch. Julia barely kept her trembling legs from collapsing. I have to look natural. Natural. As the older woman, I need to lead.
Repeating the words to herself several times, Julia pulled a chair over and carefully sat down on it. By then, Marei’s fingers were holding her flesh-colored bra.
This is strange… He’s too, too good at this… What is this… What is happening…
It was strange. But if she kept sitting there awkwardly, Marei might look at her with odd eyes. He might think it was her first time. The thought that he might see her as pathetic frightened her more than the time she had been isolated alone on the front lines.
“…Teacher?”
“Come here.”
With her nipples now stiff and exposed, Julia perched on the back of the chair and gently shook her body toward Marei. She thought she was being quite lewd, but to Marei—who had been beside women who shook their hips begging to be fucked—it only looked cute. Still, he liked that awkwardness of hers. The desire to corrupt her pure, untainted innocence made him approach her quickly.