Education and Encounters (2)
Labella had been paying moderate attention to her son's near-infinite stamina, viewing it with a sense of whatever will be, will be. Yet as someone with dragon ancestry who had known the ancient gods since childhood, she saw no need to strain her intellect trying to rationalize things that defied reason and logic. She simply collected occasional secret samples of the boy's blood or semen to monitor his health. The fact that a drawer in her desk held a neatly compiled dossier of results that always read perfectly normal, perfectly healthy was a secret known to everyone but Marei himself.
Whenever she finished cleaning his cock with her mouth after he released a noticeably smaller load than usual, and they stepped out of the room to shower together, he would spot the semen dripping from her hole, grab his mother from behind, and take her once more. He would lightly slap Labella's ass as her knees buckled from climax, then move them into the bathroom. Even while still buried inside her, he would kiss her under the hot water until she regained her senses, then finish by pouring another load into her slick, wet pussy. That was their daily routine.
Afterward, they would soak in the hot bath, still joined together. He savored the sensation of her tightly embracing him and the overwhelming softness of her massive breasts pressing against his face, enjoying a moment of morning tranquility. Then he would drape her over the edge of the tub, thrust wildly until he came again, dry off, and—still embedded inside her—casually lift the woman who was taller than himself and carry her to the table.
While eating the breakfast his mother fed him as she happily rocked her hips from side to side in service, and finishing with fruit she chewed and fed him directly from her mouth, the usual wake-up time for ordinary people finally arrived. Though she would collapse from overwhelming pleasure and pass out as if fainting, in reality his actual sleep amounted to little more than those brief moments of unconsciousness.
It was the season when summer was approaching, so the sunlight that lazily crept through the windows had already risen—had it been winter, the sun would not yet have appeared. By the time his mother, now dressed and ready for work, had her stockings peeled off from behind and was fucked two or three more times right at the front door before he left for school, the morning commute felt remarkably quiet to Marei.
Of course, a few early commuters could be seen here and there, but no one walked while chatting noisily. The streets were filled only with the sound of footsteps—some hurrying silently, others strolling at a leisurely pace.
For a boy who returned home before school ended, engaged in four or five hours of sex after dinner, slept for barely an hour, and then dove into frenzied orgies from the middle of the night onward, this time was one of his few moments alone. It was only natural that he coldly rejected Labella's offer to drive him. And it was inevitable that he would soothe her obvious disappointment by filling her ass with thick, jelly-like semen and issuing the tyrannical command to spend the entire day like that.
He didn't particularly want to do so if it risked someone discovering Labella, but her demands had grown increasingly intense, and he had begun granting them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Before he knew it, he was making similar demands of other women. A young boy simply didn't have enough time for self-reflection.
Upon arriving at school, Marei felt a twinge of regret over his now-ended private time, but he shook it off by thinking of the new knowledge he would gain and the other pleasures offered by the beautiful female teachers. A group of students who lived in the dormitories was approaching from afar, and a few diligent pupils were heading to school alongside him.
Recalling that Ilien's schedule at the Magic Tower had shifted their private lesson with Julia to the morning and left the afternoon free, Marei hurried toward the classroom where Julia would be waiting.
“You're early.”
“Ah, yes...”
Julia stood leaning against the lectern with one hand resting on it. The light pouring through the windows was deep and vivid, yet carried no warmth, making the classroom feel slightly chilly. Julia took a long breath in, then slowly let it out. There was still about an hour until class, but the fact that she had anticipated his early arrival suggested she had known he would come ahead of time.
“Aren't you cold? Should I turn on the heater?”
“A little... yes?”
Julia seemed inexplicably happy. Or rather, she always looked joyful whenever the two of them were alone. That was why she showed a faint but clear smile that was rarely seen otherwise. The monocle she always wore and her wavy brown hair looked incredibly attractive. Marei swallowed hard without realizing it.
He knew that if he simply said he wanted her, she would lift her own skirt, tear open her stockings with her nails, and spread herself for him. Yet for some reason, saying outright that he wanted to have sex felt strangely embarrassing.
Noticing his hesitation, Julia finished adjusting the heater, locked the door, and leaned against it with a mischievous smile.
“Do you want to?”
“Ah… yes...”
The boy who had acted like a wild beast no one could restrain when violating a saintess now blushed and nodded. Julia let out a soft chuckle.
She wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes, throw them aside, and serve him with her breasts, armpits, or mouth while completely naked. But a promise to teach was a promise. It was a separate double contract she held with both the saintess and Labella.
“Then let's start with the current state of the empire… or at least that was the plan...”
After meeting the boy's upward gaze several times, Julia kept averting her eyes. She licked her lower lip again and again as if tormented by a burning thirst, then let out a small sigh.
“But… it doesn't look like I'll be able to concentrate. I suppose it can't be helped.”
Julia tried and failed to hide the smile creeping across her face. She walked over to the boy, slowly knelt before him, and used both hands to undo his belt. The moment she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his massive cock sprang out like magic and slapped her face with a loud smack.
“It's this hard already… that's why.”
“Sorry… ngh…!”
Whether he was apologizing for slapping his homeroom teacher's cheek with his cock or for getting hard during class time was unclear. Instead of saying anything, Julia simply opened her mouth wide and took the tip of the boy's penis inside.
“Slurp… mmm… I see there's still residue under the foreskin. Looks like you did a lot from dawn before coming here. Lick. It's sticky… mmm… and it smells a bit too.”
“D-don't smell it… ngh…!”
The alluring homeroom teacher calmly took the young boy's cock into her mouth. Her tongue probed beneath the foreskin covering the middle of the glans, scraping out the clumps of semen he had hastily ejaculated into his mother that morning without properly cleaning. She pushed the foreskin back with her lips to fully expose the glans, then audibly sniffed the mixture of her own saliva and the faint remnants of his previous acts, clearly enjoying his reactions.
“Sniff… sniff sniff… Do you like it when I smell you like this? Your cock is twitching and throbbing so much. Slurp… mmm…”
Julia swept the hair beside her face behind her ear and began moving her tongue slowly. She pressed her nose against him, deliberately making sniffing sounds as she inhaled his scent, then honestly evaluated it and looked away. Even this side of her was incredibly lovable. Unlike Erden and Labella, who tended to be impatient, Julia took her time. While deliberately turning her gaze aside, she repeatedly snapped photos of the boy's flushed red face with a camera, all while sucking noisily on the tip of his enormous cock.
It took quite a long time before Julia could begin the actual lesson. She used her mouth, breasts, both hands, and even her hair. In the end, she couldn't resist the sight of him washing in the lab and let him take her from behind. Even Marei—who behaved less like an intelligent being and more like a breeding-crazed orc—managed to calm down enough after only three rounds to actually absorb some of what Julia was teaching, all because he knew he had to study.
“Although it's bound together under the name of 'empire,' it still feels more like a federation forcibly stitched together. The biggest cause is that the empire swallowed up far too much territory in far too short a time.”
Julia spread out a map of the continent and pointed to its center with a pointer. The area was labeled as the empire, yet countless dotted lines still divided it in many places.
“Everyone knows that although the war began in Valter, it did not end there. When the Valter cavalry was crushed, the command had already anticipated the participation of the Romania Principality in the northwest.”
Seeing Marei diligently taking notes, Julia covered her mouth and smiled softly. While seated at the desk, she gently stroked the head of the focused boy beside her and poked the map at the area labeled Romania with her long pointer.
“The former Obern Kingdom—what is now Obern Province—also jointly signed the document regarding Romania's participation. From the moment the King of Valter demanded that the Empress take him as a concubine, the three nations had already completed their preparations for a secret united front. They only hesitated briefly after Valter's elite forces were ground down so thoroughly that calling it a 'tragic defeat' would be an understatement, before finally rolling the dice and joining the war.”
The silver rod roughly stirred across the neatly printed map. There was no nation nearby that would welcome the birth of such a massive power. Julia muttered briefly. Her half-closed eyes still held the image of the continental map.
“If there was any luck, it was that Jabel was too preoccupied with the northern orcs to act, and Alhambra remained a long-time ally. We couldn't expect any reinforcements, but at least they didn't betray us from behind. For that, we are grateful.”
These days it was rare to even hear the name orc, but during the continental war mere decades ago, the word had meant a terrifying invader to some and an unintended ally to others.
“As you already know, the united front suffered a crushing defeat. The elves who entered the war due to a secret pact between Duke Pawen and the Emperor… Ah, this part is classified. Though I suppose it doesn't matter to you.”
At the word classified, Julia noticed the boy tense up and recalled his identity. A young boy with black eyes and black hair who bore no resemblance to the dragon-blooded side branch of the family. And yet he was the adopted son of Labella de Pawen, who carried the Pawen name. Well, none of that really mattered to Julia.
“Even though the elves have little interest in war or world politics, they rendered great service in the battle against the Demon King. In gratitude and respect, humanity granted them territory—a modest forest and a vast expanse of land so corrupted by demonic energy that nothing could grow there.”
Julia pointed to a territory several times larger than the current Valter Province, a massive region that had no equal even during the continental war.
“Using the heart of the silver dragon Kurpen, who died fighting the Demon King, along with the few remaining holy relics as a medium, the elves purified an incredibly vast area. They then called forth the clans they had carefully hidden away and devoted all their efforts to turning the land into forest. According to reliable historical records, the number of elves who migrated from the central continental mountains—where their tribe had been considered the weakest—was over one hundred and fifty thousand. When you add the populations from the north and south, it means an enormous number of elves now reside in the Great Forest. Unlike the empire, Elvenheim does not keep precise population counts, so we have no idea exactly how many are gathered there. Some claim that elves are extremely ascetic and, unlike humans, possess relatively weak sexual desires, which is why their population growth is so slow… Now that I think about it, Ilien… Well, perhaps not. Anyway, that's the common understanding, so even after ten years there shouldn't be a drastic change in numbers.”
After uttering the words ascetic and, unlike humans, possess relatively weak sexual desires, Julia thought of the twin elf sisters Ilien and Idrien. She wondered if the knowledge she possessed was truly accurate. The elves she knew generally fit that description, and since that was the accepted view, injecting her personal opinion into class felt inappropriate.
While Julia pondered matters related to the lesson, the young boy receiving one-on-one instruction from his beautiful homeroom teacher was instead recalling how Idrien and Ilien had often invited him to visit the Great Forest during break. They had promised to show him many interesting and wondrous things. The thought of the two of them eagerly planning to take him there made him smile.
“Pay attention. Speaking of the elves again—they never revealed their full strength and lived quietly. After swallowing up that enormous territory, they occasionally sell rare minerals or crafted goods to humans in silence. Before the continental war, the border near the Great Forest was actually called a war zone. It was said to be a sea of blood every day, with countless elf hunters and knight orders crossing the front lines, and the elf rangers who stopped them.”
Those who had escaped the scars of the Demon King had forgotten their gratitude and respect for their former comrades. Elves, born as a race of nature and blessed with beauty, were objects of desire that even nobles would kill for. Dwarves, with their exceptional craftsmanship and natural strength to create weapons and artifacts, and the beastmen—who appeared human but with added animal traits—were naturally targets of greed for those in power. It was only to be expected.
Though he didn't fully understand it.