The Crimson Canal
“There are still many elves who don’t look kindly on humans. Even though both His Holiness Hantke and Queen Neria advocated for peace with humans, things turned out this way.”
“His Holiness…?”
“Yes. Ah, I’m not talking about Jundas, the Pope of the Solar Church. The highest priest who serves the elven god Kalpen is called the Holy Emperor. If you trace the etymology, it comes from the time of the old Holy Empire, when the emperor also served as the religious head. But ever since the Hero’s Records referred to him as Holy Emperor Hantke, the title stuck. It’s understandable if it feels unfamiliar. Still, as a member of the Pawen family, you’ll likely encounter it often, so it might be good to remember. I thought Labella would have told you already, but perhaps the time wasn’t right yet…”
Julia closed one eye and let out a soft “Hmm~.” She had assumed that Labella, who spent every day entangled with the boy in an all-consuming effort to make children, would have crammed an enormous amount of aristocratic etiquette and common knowledge into him. The sheer volume of information she poured into him daily was staggering, so Julia had believed he would already know this much. It was an unexpected gain. Erden would surely be delighted to hear it.
“In any case, the fact that Valter and even Rumania are gradually returning to a single nation under Loren de Pawen’s Dragon Pact and Holy Emperor Hantke’s World Tree Oath is something anyone of note already knows. Just keep it in mind for now. It’s best not to mention it until someone else brings it up.”
“Yes.”
When Julia said “anyone of note,” she meant the parties involved, the Emperor of the Empire, and the heads and heirs of a few ducal houses. Marei simply registered it as “people who are quite high up.”
“Returning to the main point… where was I? Right. After forming an alliance with the elves, Loren trampled Valter—and even Rumania—underfoot with military force. She killed half of Rumania’s nobility.”
“…Half?”
Marei felt as though he had misheard.
“Half the nobility. Most of them were the heads of houses or vampires of equivalent standing at the time. She pulled out their fangs and held execution ceremonies above Rumania’s waterways. The canals ran red that day, which is how the city earned the nickname ‘City of Blood.’ The people of Rumania don’t particularly like the name.”
“…Is that true?”
Julia nodded. It was the first time Marei had heard this story. Of course, the secret of the contract between the elves and Loren was also new to him, but this was something entirely different in scale.
“That’s insane…”
A curse slipped from Marei’s lips—uncharacteristic of him.
“Rumania’s noble system only applies to direct bloodlines, so the numbers weren’t that large to begin with… but everyone evaluates Loren that way. They call her a madwoman. The green dragon who is lenient toward humans becomes unnecessarily cruel when it involves demons. No—‘cruel to an unnecessary degree’ would be more accurate. Vampires aren’t demons, but that event made it clear just how merciless she could be. Of course, even if it was only half, the fact that Rumania originally had very few nobles, and that most of the Immortal Knights were nobles themselves, is what made that absurd ‘half’ possible… If someone is called immortal by ordinary people, diluted blood is nowhere near enough. I don’t remember the exact numbers, but roughly 150 knights from the order, the king at the time—Adeus the Blood—and several war-related ministers. About 200 in total. Not many, but that was half.”
Hearing the concrete figure of 200 made it somewhat easier to breathe. Stories of tens of thousands dying in major battles were one thing, but hearing that someone he knew—someone who was the head of a family—had killed hundreds felt far more chilling.
“Thanks to that, Asmodeus, who had been far from the throne, became king, and the name Pawen became both a restraint and an object of hatred for Rumania. Well, at least among the nobility.”
Marei suddenly recalled the aggressive reaction of the clothing store owner upon hearing his name in the Romania Principality. The fact that both Philia and Muerangde were Rumania’s nobles left a bitter taste in his mouth. Had Philia and Muerangde known this when they interacted with him?
“Anyway, from the Empire’s perspective… Shall we take a short break? I can’t concentrate.”
“Ah. Yes… I mean—”
Julia lightly patted Marei’s shoulder as he rambled. When the boy pressed his lips together, she smiled faintly, gently pulled him into her arms, and sat down on the floor with him.
“Julia… Teacher?”
“Just call me Julia for now.”
Julia grinned and buried her face against Marei’s side, rubbing her cheek back and forth. The faint breath and lukewarm body heat against his flank didn’t feel ticklish. Instead, a subtle languor spread through him, leaving him pleasantly drained.
“Are you tired, Julia?”
“There’s just been a lot to worry about lately. With exams approaching, work will get busier too. The more I think, the more tired I get. And the reason I’m resting is because of you. Your expression didn’t look good. Though, to be honest, I’ve wanted to do this for a while now.”
Marei placed his hand on Julia’s head as she buried her face against him. It felt rude, but for some reason she seemed to need comfort. Julia lifted her head briefly, then buried her face against his side again as if nothing had happened, closing her eyes.
“Just a little more. Stroke my hair.”
“Yes~…”
At the sight of Julia looking up at him with one eye closed, Marei hurriedly ran his hand over her hair. The wavy brown strands tangled lightly around his fingers before slipping free. Having a mother who acted spoiled toward him made this level of affection feel natural. He stroked her pale cheek with the back of his hand and tucked the hair by her ear. Julia accepted the boy’s touch with her eyes closed.
“It’s just harder than I expected. Whether it’s family matters, teaching the children, or anything related to you.”
“Me…?”
“Yes. It’s exhausting having so many admirers. My love.”
Julia chuckled softly. Then she reached out and wrapped her arms around the boy’s neck. The sudden pull from the adult woman’s strength dragged Marei helplessly forward until he tumbled over his homeroom teacher. Julia lay back completely and held him tightly.
“It’s a languid morning.”
Through his shirt, he could feel the thin texture of her bra. Marei stiffened at Julia’s sudden action, but at her murmur he closed his eyes and buried his face against her ample chest. The strong, steady beat of her heart reached him through her skin. Holding Marei with one arm, Julia glanced at her wristwatch. It was just past the end of first period. Though three hours had passed since they had said they would actually study, the two of them—who had arrived at school quite early—still didn’t have enough time to fully sate their lust and indulge in affectionate skinship.
“What are you thinking about?”
“After having sex with you, what exactly I should teach you and how far—making a concrete plan?”
Julia spoke the word “sex” so boldly and without shame that Marei alone flinched, his face flushing red. The sight of a boy who supposedly dominated women with an orc-like libido and absurd stamina reacting this way made Julia give his bottom a light squeeze.
“Once… no, twice… three times. Just three times, and then we’ll study a bit about the current state of the Empire.”
“That’s… I mean… Ugh… Yes…”
Feeling the calloused fingers trying to slip into his pants and push against his member, Marei nodded hurriedly as if sensing danger. Julia pushed the boy down as he tried to rise, straddling him with the agility of a leopard, her face full of laughter. The fatigue and emptiness that had been there moments ago were gone; her eyes sparkled like a desert wanderer who had found an oasis. With her tongue slightly out, she smiled, and even knowing she was older, Marei found her adorable.
“I have a few things I need to film. The Saintess asked me to. Is that all right?”
Marei saw the device she had apparently prepared—something she had used to take many photos over the weekend while entangled with Erden, even while holding a condom in her mouth. Though embarrassed, he nodded. It was an unconscious trust that the two of them wouldn’t do anything bad with the photos.
Julia swept the writing tools and books from the table onto the continental map in one motion, then immediately climbed onto the boy, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper all the way down. As she lowered his pants, she also pulled down the panties he had changed into for the third time that day.
“Hehe, you’re already fully prepared. I thought I was going to die wanting you inside me throughout the entire lesson.”
“Julia Teacher… You’re so lewd.”
“Don’t like it? And at times like this…”
At the sight of his homeroom teacher tilting her brown hair with a smile, Marei wrapped one arm around her slender waist and brought his penis to her entrance.
“I like it so much, Julia.”
“Hehe. Good. Now, put it in… ngh… ahhh…!”
—Thrust…!
Her already thoroughly wet folds accepted the boy’s massive penis far too easily. Julia cried out as the enormous meat-rod pushed deep into her belly. The boy, who was pushing his penis into the female teacher’s body while seated, casually placed a hand on one of her legs and slowly lifted it, as if accustomed to the act.
“Ahn… ngh… s-so good…!”
“Julia’s pussy is so hot and tight… I want to keep it inside forever. Haa…”
Even though the homeroom teacher had already taken the boy’s penis several times today, her insides still clenched tightly around him, slowly sucking the impossibly thick member all the way to her womb with writhing movements.
“Hngh… ngh… Marei… it’s going so deep inside… ngh… I need to take pictures…”
Reaching for the camera with trembling fingers while straddling the boy and panting, Julia looked completely melted, her face flushed. Marei quickly snatched the camera from her fingertips and captured the image of Julia gasping with her mouth open, her expression utterly debauched.
“Haa… ngh… ah… ah… I-I’m supposed to be the one taking pictures… ngh…”
She reached out and waved her hand weakly at the camera the boy was using to photograph her, teeth clenched, but when he thrust his hips upward and pushed the still-not-fully-inserted penis deeper, Julia clung to him and let out a long, bitch-like howl. Sitting in the wide chair, the boy had the female teacher straddling him, her knees bent on the soft seat. In her own research room, Julia—still wearing the hastily lowered pants and black lace panties around her ankles—was gasping as she offered herself to the boy who hadn’t even reached her shoulder.
“Julia, you’re beautiful. Yes. Your melting face is so pretty. Let’s show Erden Mom lots of these too.”
—Click. Squelch…! Thrust! Squelch! Click. Squish-squish-squish! Squelch! Click.
“The Saintess… ngh… probably isn’t interested… ngh… ahhn, ahhn…!”
Even though she couldn’t stop the boy’s meaningless actions, Julia felt a strange thrill. Every time the mechanical sound of the camera echoed, she was reminded again and again that she was enslaved to this small boy, and a sense of fulfillment made the hairs on her body stand on end.
“I want to see them. Yes, I want to take pictures every day and make a notebook. I want to record every single day of Julia’s life.”
“Haaah… ahn… ahhn… ngh… R-really… ngh…!”
Even as she made a troubled face, Julia—already completely corrupted as a female slave melted by the pleasure of having her womb stirred and the boy’s tender warmth—began to move her hips. Marei, watching Julia draw circles with her waist while straddling him, slapped her heavy, jiggling buttocks with his palms just as he had done last weekend, thoroughly enjoying her exquisite body.
“Ngh…! Hngh…! Ngh…!”
Amid the sea of lust, shame and the several-times-greater satisfaction that came with it made Julia bite her lip and moan quietly without realizing it.
“Does Julia like it when I spank your ass too? Ren became a perverted meat toilet who squirts when her ass is hit. Hngh… she clenches so tight every time I hit her… haa…”
“Ah… ngh… If it’s Ren… kngh… you mean Illien? Ahhn, you’ve already trained Illien that much? I’m jealous… ngh… ngh…!”
Instead of scolding him, the homeroom teacher moaned in a seductive voice full of envy. The boy, whose sense of propriety during the act had already blurred, happily shook his hips and slapped Julia’s buttocks with loud smacks, chattering excitedly.
—Smack. Squelch! Smack! Squelch! Squish-squish-squish!
“Julia’s a nice hole that clenches tight every time I spank your ass. Hngh.”
“Ngh… calling it a hole… ngh… ahn, ahhn… ahn…!”
Despite the female teacher’s denial, Marei—driven by the desire to make her say something affirmative—thrust his penis even more roughly against her cervix, gripping her large buttocks and repeatedly lifting and lowering her. The homeroom teacher’s body had already perfectly adapted to the boy’s size. Addicted to the immense pleasure only he could give, she shook her hips herself, taking him all the way to the base and squeezing tightly with her bumpy flesh.
“Julia likes getting spanked too, right? Hm? Hngh… you’re clenching so hard… kgh…”
“Ahngh… ngh… ngh… I-I like it… I like getting spanked…! Haa… making me say such things… ngh… ahhn… ahn…!”
Unlike the mother who proudly declared herself a meat toilet and dedicated cock-sleeve, or the sex-pet animals, the homeroom teacher still retained a trace of shame. She thrashed in pleasure, howling like a beast. The boy continued to spank her buttocks, savoring the hole that clenched so delightfully around him.
“Ah, ahhn. Ahhn… If you poke my womb so much… ngh… ngh… ah, even my ass… ngh… if you put your fingers in… ahhn… ahn… ngh…!”
Her seductive lips parted as her tongue slipped out. The aroused female teacher moved her thoroughly heated body, accepting the penis even deeper and more roughly, her face contorted as she gasped.