The Enticed Twin Teachers II (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (5)
Thick, viscous strands of her love juices stretched down from the chair like sticky saliva, dribbling messily onto the floor.
“Aah… Aaah, there… right there… Nghuhut…!! Aah… Ah…!”
Idrien’s body curled forward again. As the elven woman collapsed completely across the desk, Marei withdrew his thoroughly soaked fingers and casually wiped them on her white shirt.
“Professor. Professor?”
“Haa… Haa… Haa… Mmm? Wh-what is it…!?”
Even though Marei was calling her, Idrien had been lost in the lingering ecstasy of her climax. The moment her eyes landed on the massive cock thrust before her, she bolted upright in shock. The sloppy nectar leaking from her pussy stretched in long, glistening threads all the way to the floor.
“Can you take care of this for me?”
“P-put it away…!!! Get that filthy thing out of my sight!”
Idrien staggered back several steps and turned her head away. Marei watched the obscene way her heavy breasts swayed and the lewd trail of fluids still dripping from her, then slowly advanced. She retreated again. The vulgar dance continued until her back finally met the wall.
“Ilien cleans it with her mouth every single day. Why do you call it dirty?”
“P-put it away…! What the hell are you doing?!”
“It got this hard because of you, Professor. Won’t you help a little? With your mouth or your hand… your breasts would be even better.”
“Are you insane?! What kind of— what are you even saying!! Put your pants on right now!”
Idrien’s reaction was far harsher and colder than Marei had expected. He obediently pulled his trousers back up and buckled his belt. She let out a sigh of relief at how readily he listened—only for her face to twist the moment he continued speaking.
“Then I’ll just go ask Ren.”
“Y-you swore! You promised you’d stop that kind of relationship with my sister!”
“I never swore anything. I only said I’d think about it. I never agreed to stop. You got to feel good, Professor, and now I’m painfully hard. It feels pretty unfair. Especially when my little meat toilet is waiting for me. It’d be rude not to use her.”
Meat toilet? The strange term made Idrien freeze for a second, unable to grasp its meaning. The instant she realized he was talking about her sister, her eyes widened beyond anything they had shown before.
“Meat toilet…? You can’t possibly— are you seriously calling my sister a m-meat toilet right now…?”
“Yes.”
Marei smiled brightly as he answered. Idrien was so stunned she couldn’t even speak. Her lips trembled violently and her clenched fists shook; anyone could see how furious she was. Yet Marei simply kept talking.
“Ren asked me to use her. She says she’s a cum toilet, so I should come to her anytime and fill her up. She loves it when I call her a meat toilet and ram my cock inside her.”
“What the….”
Idrien stood there with her chest thrust out, completely forgetting that she was still dripping arousal onto the floor. Her mouth hung open as she gasped in disbelief. She wanted to deny it immediately, but the memory of her sister’s expression from the day before and the absolute confidence in Marei’s voice left her speechless.
Just why is my sister…
When she saw Marei glancing at her as if asking for permission to leave, Idrien bit her lip hard. The thought that her sister had taught such words and concepts to this boy—who still looked like nothing more than a child to both her and Ilien—made her stomach turn. Given Marei’s age and ordinary common sense… no, the very idea of a female teacher having sex with a child had already abandoned common sense entirely. Still, from Idrien’s rational perspective, it was impossible to imagine Marei having any other woman besides Ilien. That was the only reasonable conclusion.
In reality, the boy was already a seasoned veteran who had tasted his own mother, saints, and every other powerful woman around him with greedy hunger. The notion that he was an innocent child who only knew how to grope breasts was far more absurd.
“W-wait…!”
“Yes?”
Idrien had been watching him carefully, but when Marei turned toward the door she unconsciously grabbed his arm. The realization that both Marei and her own sister were deeply problematic finally sank in. Her mind, still hazy from the recent orgasm and the shocking things he had said, refused to work properly. Deciding she needed time, she asked the first thing that came to mind.
“A-are you at least using contraception?”
“Contraception? No.”
Idrien swallowed hard. For a brief moment she wondered if it didn’t matter because he was still so young, but then she remembered the impossible volume of semen he had painted across her sister’s body the day before and immediately discarded the thought.
“If she gets pregnant… what then…?”
“Ren said she’d raise the child. Raising a baby looks like it could be fun.”
Idrien was at a complete loss for where to even begin. She barely held back the sigh that threatened to escape, her clenched fist shaking with an emotion entirely different from before. She had answered carelessly because she needed to appear as though she had no real thoughts on the matter, but Marei himself knew perfectly well that child-rearing was an exhausting responsibility and not something to speak of lightly. He had been planning to finish the day’s progress by pouring his lust into Ilien, yet Idrien’s desperate grip and intense reaction made him think he might be able to taste her today after all. So he continued the act—pretending to be clueless, pretending he had no plan.
“Can I go to Ren now…? I really can’t hold back much longer…”
His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his upper body exposed in a way that invited touch. The hem of her skirt had rolled up inside itself and ridden high around her waist, revealing her pale lower body. Torn stockings clung haphazardly around her pussy, her folds and pubic hair pushed lewdly to one side, and her juices continued to drip steadily onto the floor. Marei’s gaze slid over her half-naked form with thick, hungry appreciation.
Idrien suddenly remembered that she had moaned like a whore when his hands had greedily fondled her breasts and pussy. She hunched over, trying to hide her stiff nipples and the petals still dripping nectar.
“…I should go empty myself into the semen toilet.”
“D-don’t call my sister that!!”
Marei widened his eyes in apparent surprise. Then, as if frightened, he nodded and answered carefully that he was sorry. The sudden display of vulnerability made Idrien let out a small sigh. She even began to feel as though she were the one doing something wrong.
He was a boy who had skipped grades and entered her sister’s class, but he was still only fifteen. Not knowing what to do or how to handle any of this, Idrien stared blankly at the floor, lost in thought. Marei watched her complicated expression as she tried to figure out how to treat him from now on and how to separate him from her sister. All the while he fought to keep the corners of his mouth from rising.
Her body was leaking the dense pheromones of a bitch in heat, and his cock stood painfully rigid, screaming at him to throw her down and rut her like an animal.
“D-do you… have to do it with my sister?”
“Yes. Unless you’re going to do it instead, Professor.”
Idrien pressed her lips tightly together. Without realizing that the young student before her was happily imagining how he would make her scream and turn her into a slave just like her sister, she stammered out the only words she could manage.
“If… if I take care of you… will you stop seeing my sister?”
“Hmm……”
Marei wanted to nod immediately and pin her down. He believed promises should be kept, yet the sight of this half-broken older teacher offering to drain his lust in her sister’s place made him feel as though simply bending her over and mounting her like a dog would bring her into his hands in no time.
“With my mouth… my hand… and my breasts… that would be enough, right…?”
Idrien slowly lowered the hands that had been covering her pussy and chest.
“You think something that small would make me stop seeing Ren? You’re not even offering to mate with me.”
Schlrrrrk!
“Nngh…!!”
Looking angry, Marei stepped close and slid a finger straight into her dripping folds. Though his height only just reached the center of her breasts, he had long since mastered the art of handling older women. He pushed her back naturally and eased his finger deeper inside her cunt.
Idrien didn’t even think to get angry at the sudden roughness. The lingering sensitivity from her recent orgasm made the fresh pleasure rip through her; she let out a hoarse moan and leaned heavily against the wall.
“M-mate…?”
“Ren asked me to call it pregnancy mating when I do it with her… For you, Professor Idrien, I suppose we’d just call it sex.”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
She no longer had the strength to speak. The obscene sounds of his fingers moving in and out made her pussy flutter with renewed arousal. Her mind was flooded with terrifying images of everything her sister must have taught this boy.
“Look at how your pussy is drooling and tempting me… Wouldn’t it be nice to try it together with Ren? The three of us?”
“No… I… Khht…!!”
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Marei’s hand moved faster. His fingers teased around her entrance, pulling out and rubbing in a deliberately frustrating rhythm. Half in protest and half in pleasure, lewd cries forced their way past her lips.
“I think the three of us—me, Ren, and Professor Idrien—would feel really good together. What do you think? If you want, I can tell Ren to kiss you. On the mouth… and down here too…”
Squish…!!
“Khuhut… No, no… No… Y-you can’t do that…”
Marei’s fingers dug deep, roughly stirring her insides. When he felt the slick barrier at his fingertips, his lips curved upward in delight.
“You really are a virgin. I didn’t notice because you’re so tight, but… you don’t even bleed.”
“S-stop… Marei… stop… Hngh…!”
Despite his age and supposedly limited sexual knowledge, Marei understood a woman’s body far too well. It was all thanks to his mother teaching him every unspeakable thing in bed, but Idrien—overwhelmed by the brutal pleasure he was forcing on her—couldn’t even register how strange that was. Her body shuddered violently as she desperately clung to what little reason she had left.
“Will you do it for me? Oh, that’s a good idea. If you take care of me instead, I’ll stop being lovers with Ren. Or, if you do it just once, I could let the two of you enjoy each other too.”
“You… you… Khht…..”
Schlrrrrk!
Once again Marei’s hand thrust deep inside her. The lewd sound rang out as Idrien’s ass trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t even get angry at his words. Or rather, the anger lasted only a moment. All she felt now was fear.
The way he casually spoke of her sister as a cum toilet or talked about pregnancy mating made it clear that every perverted concept he knew had come from Ilien. The natural, distorted way the words rolled off his tongue filled Idrien with far more terror than disbelief or rage.
Even if the intelligent, cold elven professor couldn’t see it, the instincts of a bitch ripening beautifully were something Marei could read with ease. After all, every night was a festival of instincts that could be called special training, and she was steadily transforming under his guidance.
“Y-you can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
His pure, innocent question made Idrien swallow dryly. She felt she had to explain from the very beginning what was wrong. But the longer she spoke, the more likely he would simply go to Ren and vent his lust. And if he saw her sister, who would happily spread her legs right now… even if she made him understand what was wrong, he probably wouldn’t listen.
She had started with threats, thinking it would be easy to handle him, but things were twisting in unexpected ways. Then her eyes fell on the recorder lying carelessly on the desk. That was right—before the recording started, the two of them had been whispering. That was when those words had come out.
“Why not?”
Squish…!
“Khuhk…!!”
While asking again, Marei pushed his finger back inside her. She didn’t want to admit it, but she still couldn’t fully believe that this young boy had overpowered her sister on his own. The terms meat toilet and cum toilet swirled rapidly through her mind. If her sister truly had those tastes, then perhaps it was nothing more than role-play during sex. That was the only way she could make sense of it.