A Jealous Elf's Reconciliation Kiss
The light, envious gazes of the surrounding male students were palpable, yet there was no trace of suspicion or doubt among them.
-Idrien, stop it. We're outside.
-I asked if you liked it here, but you don't? Or do you actually prefer this?
Idrien's hand gripped the hardened penis firmly over the pants, her nails naturally digging in to press down on it with deliberate pressure. The surge of pleasure mixed with a faint sting of pain made Marei bite his lip hard, even though he knew he had to stay quiet. A suppressed moan escaped him.
“Kh…!”
-It's a little wet. Did you cum?
“Idri…en…”
The playful meat toilet elf teacher showed no signs of stopping. Marei, who had intended to scold her, caught the deep lust swirling in those sparkling green eyes. To avoid drawing strange looks from the people around them, he picked up his pen again.
-I didn't cum.
-Then is this precum? Should I start stroking it now?
-Please don't, Idrien. I'm begging you. Please.
If he had spoken the words aloud, his voice would have trembled and stuttered. But writing them down kept the hesitation from showing. However, as Idrien's new technique began—her nails pressing and rubbing insistently around the urethral opening—Marei started scribbling in handwriting so messy even he could barely read it.
-I want to see you cum, Marei. The way you shake like a beast when you ejaculate is so cute and adorable. Can't you do it just once? I'll use illusion magic so no one notices. Okay?
“Ugh… ugh… kh… kuh… ugh…”
“Marei? Are you feeling unwell?”
The young boy's flushed face and labored breathing drew suspicious glances from students who had been stealing looks at the beautiful female professor. But Idrien's slightly raised, surprised tone made them quickly dismiss any odd feelings. They simply shook their heads with jealous eyes, focusing back on the trembling boy.
-Marei, should I touch it directly?
-Please, please. Idrien, please.
-Squish, squish.
While gripping the tip of the penis that was now clearly outlined against the fabric, Idrien rotated her hand clockwise, then counterclockwise. A faint wet stain began to bloom on the front of his pants.
-I heard you went on a date with Princess Philia during lunch?
-Yes, I did.
-I'm not upset about that. I'm your meat toilet, after all. Unlike that little brat, I can take your semen in my mouth-pussy, my ass-pussy, and even my precious womb. But I am a little jealous.
Marei looked up at Idrien's face as she persistently stroked him over his pants. Seeing the wicked meat slave smiling deeply with the eyes of a predator staring down at him, he somehow felt he understood exactly what she wanted.
-I want to go on a date with you, Idrien.
-I don't want to.
Her hand squeezed his penis hard, making Marei's whole body shudder. Was that not the right answer? He had never thought so frantically in his life, desperately trying to read her intentions.
-I want to go on a date with you, Idrien. Please go on a date with me. Let me take you out. Please let me.
-Hmm, I'm not sure~?
Idrien was smiling with clear satisfaction. Marei quickly moved his pen across the notebook, his handwriting now so atrocious it was nearly illegible.
-Going on a date with Idrien is my wish. Please go on a date with me. Please please.
“Alright.”
Idrien set the pen down. She pushed her chair back and stood up, letting out a small snort of laughter with a deeply satisfied smile.
“Studying is good and all, but do you remember that I told you to come see me for assignment feedback?”
“Y-yes…?”
“I personally came to get you and spoke to you nicely, yet you're pretending not to know? Do you remember when I said that becoming Idrien Ksakru's disciple requires that level of resolve, Pawen? Follow me. I'll give you a proper mental education today.”
Idrien's expression and voice were now so icy cold that it was impossible to connect them to the playful, affectionate look she'd shown just moments ago. She was openly berating him. The students who had been secretly watching her exchanged knowing glances, quietly lowering their heads as if focusing on unreadable books while secretly tuning their ears to the unfolding drama with great interest.
“We'll talk properly after I finish reviewing everything. Hurry up and pack your things.”
“Ah, y-yes…”
The way Idrien treated him now—with a coldness that could only be described as ruthless, just like when they had first met—made Marei wonder if he was dreaming. Still, unconsciously overwhelmed by her oppressive aura, he quickly packed his bag as instructed and hurried after her as she walked ahead.
“Marei, keep up.”
“Ah, yes…”
Idrien's voice had dropped low, almost growling with threat, as if she were genuinely angry. Students passing by whispered among themselves, clutching their textbooks tightly and casting pitying looks at Marei as he followed the ice-cold elf professor.
“Um, Professor Idrien…”
When Marei called out, Idrien turned around with a deeply furrowed brow. It was the same expression she had worn when she realized her sister had been taken by the young boy.
“I told you to follow me, didn't I?”
“Yes…”
Marei followed nervously behind her as she walked ahead once more. As always, she wore a plain white shirt and a black semi-long skirt beneath it. Coffee-colored stockings stretched all the way to her toes. The soft, prominent hip line visible under the skirt made Marei swallow dryly despite the scolding atmosphere. Her ass was so large that a single palm could sink into it, yet it possessed a subtle, elastic resistance that pushed back. When those plump cheeks were spread wide, honey would drip from the petals hidden beneath dense platinum pubic hair. If the tip of his penis tickled her entrance while buried inside, she would beg him in that sulky voice…
Had he lost focus for a moment? Not realizing Idrien had stopped, Marei bumped straight into her hips and fell backward onto the floor.
“Marei de Pawen?”
“S-sorry…”
Idrien's eyes remained cold. No—they had grown even colder. Students sneaking glances as they passed watched with strange curiosity, wondering what terrible crime the boy could have committed to be dragged along like a calf to the slaughter by the notoriously ill-tempered Professor Idrien.
Marei racked his brain countless times, but he could only conclude that Idrien was angry for no reason. Taking the hand she offered, he stood up with a small sigh. By now, watching her walk ahead again, he was starting to feel genuinely irritated.
Click, click.
The steady sound of her high heels grew distant. Marei had no choice but to quicken his steps to follow the uncomfortable companion. Still reeling from the shock of the incident with Philia at lunch—which had left him unable to concentrate on his studies—Marei had no mental capacity left to properly understand the current situation. He tried to shake off the lewd thoughts inspired by the way her hips swayed seductively ahead of him, forcing down the rush of blood to his lower body as he turned the corner after Idrien toward the research lab.
Squish.
“Ah, s-sorry…”
The instant his face sank into something soft, Idrien pulled his head against her. Marei apologized without thinking.
“Are you okay?”
The completely different reaction made Marei's eyes widen as he looked up at her. Her platinum hair, catching the sunlight, shone brilliantly, and her green eyes were filled with deep affection.
“Y-yes… Ah, ah… W-wait, P-Professor Idrien… Mmm… Mmh…”
Still not fully grasping the situation, Marei nodded awkwardly with his chin nestled between her enormous breasts. Idrien gave a small laugh, then lowered her head and pushed her tongue into the young boy's mouth.
“Kiss me like you usually do. Mmm, slurp…”
Buried in the voluptuous breasts that no bra could fully contain, Marei wrapped his tongue around the invading one as requested. He sucked on it carefully, coating the pink flesh thoroughly with his saliva. The female professor, who had pinned the young boy against the wall with her massive chest, seemed to have completely erased the cold, threatening demeanor from earlier. Passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she rubbed her own thighs together as the deep kiss continued.
“Mmm, slurp… Mmh… Do you know how long I've been holding back? You told me to come quickly, but you made me wait by walking so slowly… Mmm. Lick, lick. Swallow my saliva too. Mmm… Good boy. Lick… Slurp…”
Idrien's intellectual beauty was flushed red. Dissatisfied that simply kissing the boy who held his book tightly wasn't enough, she reached behind him, grabbed his smooth young buttocks firmly, and lifted him slightly.
“I-Idrien, th-this… Ah. Ngh… J-just a second…”
“It's getting really good. Why? Do you want to do it right now? You want to use my pussy, don't you? No, I should say your pussy. Your personal meat toilet. Hehe.”
Who would believe this was Idrien Ksakru if they saw her laughing joyfully while spewing such obscene words?
“No, that's not it… Weren't you angry…?”
“Angry? Oh yes, I was. Extremely angry. So…”
Idrien pressed her forehead against Marei's and extended her tongue, smearing thick saliva all over his nose and around his mouth.
“Give me a reconciliation kiss.”
“Reconciliation…?”
“Yes, a reconciliation kiss. No matter what mistake you make, it's fine. If you give me lots of reconciliation kisses, I'll forgive everything, Marei. Or should I say, my body's master? Hehe…”
Idrien said whatever she thought would please him, licking stickily around the boy's lips. Marei didn't quite understand why she was acting this way, but for a boy still mentally shaken by the Philia incident, this was a welcome development if nothing else came of it.
“There, mwah! Mwah! Mwah!”
“Ugh. Ugh… It tickles, Idrien…”
“You give me reconciliation kisses too, Marei. I'm really angry, you know. Hurry, hurry.”
Idrien, speaking whatever came to mind, pressed her pink lips endlessly against the boy's forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. She sneakily extended her tongue, marking her territory by dirtying his face. As she lifted him higher by gripping his buttocks, Marei naturally wrapped his legs around her slender waist.
Satisfied with his natural response, Idrien stopped the strangely affectionate “reconciliation kiss” and carried the boy—who was clinging to her—into the research lab. The once-noisy hallway fell completely silent again.
With the meat toilet clearly desperate for kisses, Marei naturally wrapped his arms around her neck. Idrien repeatedly rose and fell onto her tiptoes in delight at her beloved master's kiss, slowly making her way toward the sofa.
“Haa… haa… Haa… Is the reconciliation kiss over…?”
“Not yet.”
Idrien carefully set Marei down on the sofa, then gave a mysterious smile as she slipped off her skirt and walked to her desk. With one hand, she pulled her panties and stockings down to her thighs, then spread her soaking wet pussy open with both hands.
“Will you give me a reconciliation kiss… down here too?”
Instead of answering, Marei undid his belt and pulled down his pants, just as she had done. By the time he approached the elf meat toilet, his massively erect penis was already freed. The way she shamelessly displayed her white thighs, subtly lowering her hips to make it easier for the young boy to penetrate her, had become a habitual motion that could never have been learned in just one or two encounters.
“Marei, before I get angry again, hurry and give me the reconciliation kiss. Pour lots of your thick white semen into my lower mouth.”
The elf female professor shook her hips pleadingly at a boy far younger than herself. From the entrance hidden by her dense pubic hair, sticky love juices were already dripping audibly onto the floor. Ever since she had been thoroughly trained by the young boy, the plump mounds that used to tightly close together now stayed slightly parted, revealing the pink honey pot with its glistening slit.
“Marei… don't you want to reconcile with me?”
“I do want to reconcile, Idrien. I'll put it in…”
It was bizarre how she had been the one unilaterally tormenting and getting angry at him, yet now she was forcing a reconciliation on the young boy. But there was no one here to point that out. Marei grabbed his enormous penis—which had grown slightly lighter in color compared to the rest of his childish body—with one hand. Pressing down on one of the female professor's plump buttocks, he pushed his cock firmly into the narrow, twitching gap.
Sluuuuurp!
Her obscenely large ass trembled as the hole swallowed his penis. The lewd sounds it made while devouring the cock of a boy so much younger than her delivered cruelly intense pleasure to her body.
“Ah, aah, ah… Marei's cock. Marei's cock. So good… ngh… ugh… haaang… Idrien's, ngh… mine, mine, kuh… uuuugh! Fill your exclusive semen toilet… so full… aah… ahng…!”
Having been completely trained physically, the elf slave could no longer live without the boy's enormous member—or rather, without the boy himself. She panted lewdly, her thighs quivering as thick streams of love juice squirted noisily between their joined bodies, splattering the floor.
“Ngh… Idrien's semen toilet feels so good. Uhh, it's so hot inside… haa… it's full of your juices, so soft… ugh…”
The young boy, taking the older female professor from behind, no longer showed any of the embarrassment or blushing from before. With an ecstatic expression, he gripped her waist tightly with both hands and began slamming his hips mercilessly.