The Twin Teachers Drawn In II (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (4)
Idrien’s ears, flushed a deep crimson, quivered at the young boy’s mocking taunt.
“Ah… this is… I mean…”
Instead of stroking the petals she secretly longed for, Marei drove his hand deeper, caressing her thighs that were already slick with viscous fluids. He tugged the hem of her skirt from the inside, yanking it upward until the fabric bunched tightly against her belly and completely exposed her drenched lower abdomen.
“Haaah…”
The moment the barrier of clothing vanished, the heat—thick with sweat and slippery nectar—burst free. Cold air kissed her overheated flesh, and an involuntary sigh slipped from Idrien’s lips. The feminine scent that had only been leaking out before now flooded the room, far stronger than anything that had come before.
“Look at you, Miss Idrien. It felt good, didn’t it? You’re dripping so much.”
“Kh… No, this is… I mean…”
The provocative aroma teased both their noses. It was neither fishy nor unpleasant; rather, it was an inexplicable fragrance that only stoked their arousal higher.
“It smells wonderful. Doesn’t it, teacher?”
“D-don’t… smell it…”
Despite her plea, Marei deliberately sniffed louder, making sure she heard every breath. Each shameful gesture no longer felt merely embarrassing; instead it burned through her body like liquid fire, slowly melting what remained of her reason.
Rather than simply throwing her down, Marei chose to handle the seemingly prepared female body with just a little more care. The hand still on her chest continued to knead the soft mound, shaping it this way and that while her nipple trembled beneath his palm.
“Haah… haah… ngh?! Uwaah…!”
Hot breaths poured from Idrien’s nose. He traced her areola with a fingernail, then slowly circled the stiff, proud pink peak with his fingertip. A rougher cry tore from her throat. This time the stimulation struck true—her narrow shoulders convulsed with tiny spasms.
Idrien could not bring herself to stop him. The alien yet unbearably pleasant sensation left her only able to clutch the armrest in a white-knuckled grip. Those persistent fingers toyed with her breasts as though branding her, thorough, sticky, and deliciously relentless.
Just as Marei prepared to move on, his gaze fell on her own hand, which had unconsciously begun sliding toward her lower belly.
“Mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm…”
Without a word he kept massaging both breasts while she started to pleasure herself. Marei leaned close to her ear once more.
“Ilien says she masturbates while smelling my scent. What do you use, teacher?”
“D-don’t ask…!”
When Marei pinched and tugged both her nipples at once, the voice that had been thick with humiliated anger turned adorably sweet.
“Since teacher reports to Ilien… maybe her scent is enough? You did say I smell like her, didn’t you?”
“Get your hand away…!”
The small hand carrying the faint trace of her sister’s body scent drew near Idrien’s face. She looked furious, yet instead of turning away or slapping it aside she swallowed dryly, eyes locked on Marei’s fingers.
“Well? Does it smell like Ilien?”
“I-I don’t know… uuu…”
The sweet fragrance from the fingers brushing her lips and the devilish question whispered in her ear made Idrien dodge the answer. But after she had already said “I don’t know” so many times, Marei—well aware it was an admission—slowly traced her lips.
“Imagine it. If Ilien kneaded your breasts like this… and rubbed her hand against your mouth, what would you do?”
“Aah…”
Idrien’s lips parted cautiously. Instead of pushing a finger inside at once, he stroked across her white teeth. Thirst drove her to extend her tongue to meet the boy’s finger, but Marei slyly withdrew, waited until her tongue stretched out helplessly, then slid the digit into her mouth.
“Go on. Lick it. Pretend it’s your sister’s hand.”
It was an awkward, clumsy tongue. Unlike Labella, who licked with the clear intent to arouse him, or Ilien, who lacked skill but gave her all, Idrien’s movements showed neither technique nor enthusiasm. Yet Marei found even this clumsy effort strangely endearing.
“Mmm… chup… chup… chup…”
The hand that had paused at her lower belly began creeping downward again, inching toward her sex. The moment her long fingers touched the soaked panties, her whole body jerked. She sucked hard on the finger rolling inside her mouth.
“Ugh… heut…”
Her toes curled tight, clawing at the floor, then slowly unfurled—only to curl again each time his white fingers brushed the visible gap in her panties.
“Move your hand a little higher… Yes, there’s your clitoris. You see the little bump? It looks like it erects outside its hood when you’re excited, just like Ilien. How cute. Touch it. It’ll feel even better. Press… press down on it?”
“More…? Th-then… haaheuuut…!!”
The clitoris protruded so slightly it was barely noticeable beneath the panties. When the white finger pressed firmly on the swollen nub, Idrien’s body shook violently and a fresh gush of nectar soaked the fabric. The black stockings turned glossy and dark, reflecting the fluorescent lights in a thoroughly obscene display.
“You’re not a child. Why so timid? Let me teach you what real pleasure feels like.”
“Mmm…? That’s… hiiik…!!”
Marei’s hand swept quickly over her lower belly and settled on her mound. One finger pressed roughly against her clitoris; Idrien’s back arched like a drawn bow and began to twitch.
“W-wait… uuht… ahh, wait… ahh, ahh, it’s strange… strange… heuuu…”
His touch showed no mercy. When Idrien tried to grab his wrist, he simply swept his fingers roughly along her slit while the other hand pressed harder on her clit. Her grip loosened and fell away.
“How is it? This is proper masturbation. Feels good, right?”
“Ahh, I-I don’t know… hiiit… I don’t… khhut… u-uu… it f-feels… good…”
As though the simple pressing had only been teasing, Marei now gripped the erect clitoris through the drenched stockings and began rubbing it skillfully between his fingertips. The smooth texture of wet fabric, the burning heat of his fingers, and the fearful anticipation of a digit that might plunge inside at any moment chased her relentlessly toward climax.
Seeing her mind go blank, Marei tore the stockings with a sharp rip, shoved the panties aside, and exposed the secret garden thickly covered in platinum curls.
“Wh-what are you doing… uuht…! S-stop… stop…!!”
“Imagine Ilien touching you like this…”
Idrien’s resistance grew fiercer than expected. No matter how persistently he pressed her clitoris or stroked her G-spot, she shook her head violently, panting.
“Y-you’re not my sister… you’re not my sister…!”
He abandoned immediate penetration for now and focused entirely on her clitoris.
“It’s difficult to reach properly from this angle. I won’t put anything inside, so relax.”
“Guuuu…! Y-you can’t put it in… hey, you promised… you promised… ihiit…!!”
He pinched the swollen nub between index finger and thumb, pulling it outward while the other hand scratched lightly around it. A sound like a beast’s cry tore from Idrien’s throat.
The empire’s second capital, Valter, was known as the city with the highest concentration of this particular race. Its location—east of the Great Forest, north of the Grand Duchy, and not far south of another stretch of woodland—provided ideal conditions. The other major factor was Valter School, the empire’s second academy.
Despite being a public institution, the student body consisted mostly of outsiders rather than locals. Many had watched the development with concern, yet because Loren de Pawen had been granted autonomy directly by the emperor, the academy was effectively her private domain. She ran it exactly as she wished and produced results that silenced the critics.
Loren invested boldly in teachers who delivered. She offered every convenience to those who abandoned personal research at her request. One such gesture was granting an entire floor of a building to the difficult-to-recruit teachers of this particular race.
Behind the generous facade lay a simpler truth: the surge of external students had led to new dormitories, but most students chose to handle their own lodging and meals. The dorms stood largely empty, creating the absurd situation in which teachers enjoyed both a staff room and private quarters.
For that reason, in a quiet corner of a nearly deserted floor, a door bore a golden nameplate engraved with Idrien Ksakru.
Muffled sounds drifted from within, so faint and intermittent that even a beastman with keen ears would have struggled to make them out.
“Aah… aaah…”
In the spacious room a platinum-haired elf breathed in excited gasps, letting out lewd, intoxicating moans. Her toes, which had been scraping restlessly at the floor, trembled and convulsed as though caught in endless stretching.
From behind her, an arm so small it might have belonged to a child reached around and played her body like a delicate instrument.
“Uuuu… kk… uht…!”
Though her eyes remained unfocused, as if possessed, she clenched her mouth tight, lowered her head, and repeatedly swallowed back the moans that threatened to escape. Yet the occasional nasal whimpers and the sight of her pussy drooling thick strands of nectar onto the leather chair mercilessly stirred every sadistic urge in an observer.
“You came again, didn’t you?”
“St-stop… that’s… enough now… ahut…!”
Idrien still wore her white shirt, but every button had been undone, baring her breasts completely. The black bra that contrasted so sharply with her pale skin lay shamelessly on the desk. Her black stockings were torn open at the crotch, exposing the matching panties that had been yanked roughly to one side. Platinum curls glistened, heavy with her juices.
“Just one more time. I promise.”
“Auuu… th-then… j-just one more…”
Marei’s hand moved boldly across the soft mound of her pubic hair. He patted her trembling thighs twice as if to soothe them, then began to scratch lightly around her dripping petals with his nails.
Squelch… squelch… squelch.
“Mmm… mmm… khh…”
His finger slipped just barely inside her treasured entrance and withdrew. The wet sounds continued at a leisurely pace. Idrien now leaned back in the chair as though accustomed to it, body quivering with each stroke as she surrendered to the pleasure.
“Ahut… hut…!”
Squish. Squish.
Her fully exposed breasts trembled violently. Another pleasurable sigh slipped past her tightly pressed lips. The heavy mounds swayed a fraction behind her movements, lewdly hypnotic. Even with a gap so obscene any man would have pounced, the small arm embracing her from behind remained calm and precise, stirring her depths with careful, relentless strokes that drew out more and more of her slippery nectar.
“Ahh, there… right there… ngh…!”
Sluuuuurp… sluuuuurp.
When Marei’s fingertip scraped roughly along her inner walls, Idrien’s waist thrust forward, her body arching like a bow strung for ravishment. She seemed to beg for more, yet Marei returned to the beginning, moving his finger with agonizing slowness to torment her further.
“Why… why… j-just one more time…”
“Because it’s the very last time. I want to enjoy it slowly.”
“Heut… ahh, just a little more is fine… you can do more… scratch deeper… inside… nghiiit…!”
Seeing Idrien laid bare by honest desire, Marei smiled with satisfaction and gave her exactly what she craved. He curled his fingers tightly inside the sticky, fleshy passage and dragged them downward. A fresh wave of thick honey gushed out, splattering across the leather chair. The seat, already swimming in a puddle, could hold no more; the excess spilled over the edge and dripped viscously onto the floor.