The Northern Witch's Submission
—Tsk… Tsk… Slurp… Gluck… Slurp… Mmph… Julia’s vaginal walls strategically adjusted their pace, squeezing him in the most pleasurable way. But her mouth was an incomparable paradise. Her throat bobbed ceaselessly, swallowing his massive penis inch by inch while sucking hard. The elastic flesh worked diligently to envelop him completely, and the hydraulic pressure from both sides varied just enough to send even sharper sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.
The beautiful female professor knelt beneath his legs, pressing her breasts together and sliding them up and down, stroking his cock—already slick with precum and saliva—with long, firm strokes.
“Are you satisfied, Master? Back at the military academy I desperately wished I could cut these breasts off, yet now I’m glad this useless mass of fat can bring you pleasure. Do my breasts feel good, Master?”
Ignoring the trembling in her thighs, Julia moved her body up and down, pushing his penis upward with powerful, full-length strokes. Each time she squeezed from root to glans with her breasts—schlick, schlick—thick white fluid spurted out as though he were already climaxing.
“Yeah, I like it, Julia. You’re doing great with the paizuri. Hngh… Ah, right there, rub under the glans… Hah… Yeah…”
“Fufu. Swallowing you with my mouth is wonderful, but serving you with my breasts has its own charm. This way I can see your entire expression and even talk to you. Please enjoy yourself to your heart’s content, Master. After all, I’m one of your personal meat toilets. Whenever you wish to use me, just say the word and I’ll offer my body anywhere.”
She smiled sweetly. “Would you like to thank Lady Erden?”
“Mm. You’re my meat toilet too, Julia. Hngh… You learned well… Erden-mom taught you properly. Mom, this… ngh…?”
When Julia murmured softly, Marei leaned down to listen. A faint frown crossed his face, but the sight of the sweat-drenched professor devoting herself to him made him grip her brown hair with both hands. He let out a pleased sigh and, as if making a decision, looked straight at the camera and smiled.
“Thank you for giving me the pregnant slave Julia. I… I want to impregnate the Saintess Erden Pavel. Quickly, the god’s… this… really…?”
Though visibly flustered, Marei continued speaking the lines Julia wanted—probably lines Erden had instructed her to say—while she kept her head lowered and focused on the paizuri, careful to keep the words from reaching the camera.
“Not the god’s whore… but your personal meat toilet… Please let me in. With this huge cock, you’ll pierce and press against Mother’s womb, flooding that sticky, pregnancy-ready uterus with baby batter… This weekend, wear nothing under the Saintess’s robes and walk around the plaza with a vibrator inside. Then I’ll fuck you as much as you want until you’re satisfied.”
Julia, who had recited everything Erden wanted without letting the camera catch it, looked up at Marei with a peculiar smile.
“Well done, Master.”
“W-Will I be punished…? Hngh… Julia, if you bite the glans…!”
“There’s no such thing, so don’t worry. The Saintess herself guaranteed it.”
Julia gazed up at him in ecstasy, thighs rubbing together. She wondered what kind of man this delicate-looking boy would become once he grew up. Given the Saintess’s and his biological mother’s tendencies, she could easily picture him shamelessly training and impregnating countless women. Strangely, the thought didn’t displease her—in fact, it excited her.
“I came… just from paizuri… I’m sorry, Master… I’m sorry for being such a slutty meat toilet that I climaxed from nothing but tit-fucking.”
Though her thighs trembled and she panted heavily, her eyes burned with pure pleasure; there was no trace of guilt or shame.
“I-It’s fine, Julia…”
“Please punish me, Master.”
Julia’s gaze pressed down on him, as though she had forgotten who was truly in charge. Marei, flustered by her resolute eyes, wanted nothing more than to thrust his twitching cock into this female’s hole, yet he couldn’t move recklessly.
“Ah, yeah…”
Realizing they were still filming, Marei found the courage to do something his usual rational self would never have done. He grabbed his rock-hard erection—reaching all the way to his stomach—and poked Julia’s cheek with it.
“J-Julia, if you’re a meat toilet, you should serve properly, right?”
The trembling boy’s voice gradually steadied. Seeing the professor kneeling with her head bowed only emboldened him further. Whether it was the thrill of having conquered such a beauty or the chance to show it off to someone, he grew bolder.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please forgive this worthless meat toilet, Master.”
Instead of pulling away, Julia pressed her face against the massive, sticky shaft and rubbed her cheek against it. Her obedient—almost eager—submission made Marei feel his long-held climax rising rapidly.
“I want to cum inside. Bend over.”
“Thank you for forgiving me.”
Julia gave him a seductive smile—whether acting or genuine, he couldn’t tell—then turned around, crawled on her knees to the sofa, gripped it, and thrust her plump rear toward the young boy. A long thread of love juices stretched down to the floor, and her toned thighs glistened with slick fluid.
Marei approached her from behind, cock in hand. To fit inside the taller woman with her long legs, he pressed lightly on her waist. She naturally bent her knees a little, swaying her hips side to side as if searching for her master. Marei firmly gripped her pelvis with both hands.
“Bend a little more.”
“I’m sorry. Please hurry and ram your magnificent cock into this meat toilet’s pussy.”
The word “cock” made Marei pause, but he didn’t dislike it. He pulled her waist back and slowly pushed his penis into her soft, yielding flesh.
—Schlick. Schluuurp. Squelch…!
“Hnnngh… Hah… Cock… Master’s cock is here…!”
The vulgar words coming from Julia’s mouth contrasted sharply with her usual “Northern Witch” image. Marei’s hips trembled as the urge to climax surged, yet his penis remained rock-hard inside her, still desperate to release.
“Haa… Ang… Ah… I-I’m cumming… I’m cumming, Marei… I… Hngh…!”
“You came already, Julia? Already? And… Marei…?”
The teacher-student relationship, calling each other by name while indulging in lust, was suspended before the camera. Right now, they were simply master and meat toilet. Pleased by Julia’s submissive yet proactive attitude, Marei slapped her plump ass hard without a second thought.
“Khh… M-Master… I-I’m sorry… Hngh… C-Cumming first… Hah… Just from being used by Master, my meat toilet won’t stop leaking… Hngh… I-I’ll squeeze tighter… so please shove your cock into your exclusive meat toilet.”
Even if she had begged him not to, Marei would have pounded this professor’s pussy and flooded her with his seed anyway. But seeing her actively beg only satisfied him more. He lightly patted her side.
It was rude, but no one here cared. In fact, Julia seemed to enjoy his selfish behavior; she panted, lowered her waist further, and raised her hips even higher.
“Your tightness is excellent, Julia. Yeah. I like how your pussy is so swampy and wet that I can pound right in.”
“Hngh… Ahh… Th-Thank you… Thank you…!”
Julia squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure of his twitching cock while trying to maintain a good angle for the camera.
“You smell a lot like Julia-sensei.”
Illien chuckled softly. After spending the entire morning filming (?) with Julia, lunchtime had arrived before they knew it. They had shared the shower supplies, so the scent was unavoidable. Not that Marei minded.
Still, when Illien leaned in like a large dog imprinting on her master and sniffed his neck, Marei could only clear his throat and look away. After thoroughly smelling from his ear down to his shoulder, Illien let out a long breath.
“Haa… I feel like I can live another day with energy now…”
With a dreamy, intoxicated expression, the pet dog leaned against him. Marei could only gently stroke her back in comfort.
As exam season approached, it wasn’t only the students who were busy. Though only a tiny fraction of people started preparing this early, Illien was one of them. She silently rubbed her face against Marei’s shoulder.
“Have you eaten lunch, Ren?”
“Hehehe…”
Illien let out a low laugh—completely different from her usual self, almost eerie. Marei instinctively stepped back, but Illien pushed down on his shoulders like a giant dog toppling its master and pinned him to the sofa.
“Ren…?”
“When you call me that, I get so turned on… Lunch? I haven’t eaten.”
“Then… want to eat together…?”
“I brought a lunchbox. Will you eat it with me?”
Illien, straddling him—rather, pressing him down—smiled dangerously. Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded down with gravity, brushing his cheek with surprising softness.
“Ren…?”
“Ahn… Master. Do you know that every time you call me that, naughty juices keep gushing out?”
Marei didn’t flinch as Illien’s face drew closer. He brought his nose to hers. Her nose tip was firm yet soft—an intriguing contrast—and her breath was sweet and suggestive.
“Let’s eat first…”
“Then shall we start with the meal?”
Illien stood up as if nothing had happened and quickly fetched the lunchbox, her heels clicking. The sandwiches, kept warm by preservation magic, smelled delicious. The sight of her swaying hips made him want to pin her down and take her right there.
“Here, let’s eat together, Master!”
“It looks a bit small… Should I go buy more outside?”
Illien immediately shook her head.
“I have enough, but Master might not. Let’s see… I hid some snacks here…”
She pulled out sugar-packed junk food from the shelf—something Labella would have been horrified to see. But to this loyal hound who believed that even if her beloved master ate something bad, as long as he was happy it was fine, this moment belonged only to her.
“It’s a secret from Lady Labella…?”
Illien winked, pressing a finger to her lips with a mischievous smile.
“What, you still haven’t done it yet? Let’s just eat quickly and get to it…”
Idrien suddenly appeared, looking disappointed when she saw Marei being served his meal. Her shoulders slumped.
On the sofa, on the table, on the wide office desk, on the soft carpet—marking their territory, the three of them spent time in various places around Illien’s lab. Marei left earlier than expected. Though he had relieved his lust by thoroughly enjoying the twins, the experience felt different from before.
Idrien, who had actively participated by touching both her sister and Marei with her own hands, had been far rougher and more aggressive than usual. Unlike Labella’s leisurely pace, the younger twin kept pushing him toward endless pleasure. Marei climaxed multiple times uncontrollably in between, going limp. Then, as if taking revenge, he thoroughly ravished Idrien’s body, roughly fondling her breasts and clit, forcing her to climax again and again.
In the end, both sisters reached far more orgasms than usual and fainted. Marei, who had been alternating between their pussies, had no choice but to stop after painting their bodies with his semen. Even unconscious, their holes squeezed tightly, so he could still relieve himself without issue—but the erotic boy had already reached a point where unresponsive holes no longer satisfied him.
After giving Idrien a deep kiss as a promise of an evening gift, he left the lab, leaving the two semen-covered female professors passed out.
There had been a small incident where he confused Illien’s key with Idrien’s and stood foolishly in front of the door wondering why it wouldn’t unlock, but he managed to get past it.
Unlike the usual pattern—starting gentle and ending like a long-distance run—he had gone full throttle from the beginning. Even though he had made multiple women cry out in pleasure with his abundant stamina, mental fatigue was inevitable. It felt like being wrung out repeatedly. If Labella had been there, she would have skillfully adjusted the tempo, but because the inexperienced Idrien had taken the lead overall, he couldn’t shake off a slightly unpleasant feeling.
Since Idrien’s class was scheduled for the entire afternoon, it was now time to go home. Even Labella, who usually left on time unless something serious happened, wouldn’t have arrived yet.