Saturday Morning Training [Idrien Ksakru] (1)
The tableware and food that had been on the table lay scattered haphazardly across the floor. Thick ropes of white semen clung to the red tablecloth, while the floor itself was littered with puddles that had mixed with dust, forming gray, clumped masses in several places.
“Not bad at all.”
“Huh?”
Labella pressed a kiss to the forehead of a bewildered Marei, then let out a soft laugh. She gave a sharp smack to the ass of Ilien, who lay slumped beside her as though she had fainted.
“Auuuuh…”
Semen gushed out in a sudden flood as Ilien twitched and stirred. When she tried to sit up, the slight bulge of her belly was compressed, forcing the load filling her womb to spill out. She immediately covered her pussy with both hands and curled into a tight ball.
“Ilien.”
“Yes? Yes? Y-yes, Lady Labella. Master… is something wrong?”
Ilien’s startled eyes landed on Marei, who was nestled anxiously in his mother’s arms, watching her.
At Ilien’s reaction, Labella’s gaze shifted to Marei’s deeply worried face, and the corners of her mouth curved upward in amusement.
“The… the room is like this… what are we going to do?”
“The room? Why?”
Ilien scanned the disaster zone but found nothing strange. She looked back at Marei’s face once more.
“It’s a complete mess… and the smell of semen is everywhere… how are we supposed to…”
The moment Ilien realized why Marei looked so anxious, she had to fight down the laughter threatening to burst from her throat. Labella’s eyes sparkled with pure mischief; she clearly thought playing along would be fun, and she acted on it immediately.
“It is quite a mess. Shall we call the manager and have her bring fresh clothes? Walking around the streets like this would be impossible.”
“Uuuu…”
Marei’s ears flushed bright red. The perfect blend of shame and confusion on his face made him look as if the slightest touch would make him cry. Paradoxically, it only made Labella want to pounce on him even more.
This is dangerous.
Ilien barely restrained her body, which had nearly moved on instinct, and spoke slowly.
“Why?”
“Even if it’s the manager… this kind of appearance…”
“Oh my, Marei. The manager and I are already acquainted. It’s fine. We’ll simply ask her to keep our relationship secret.”
Marei’s expression showed no sign of softening. The idea of anyone discovering their relationship filled him with overwhelming revulsion. Yet his mother and pet were chatting as casually as if they were asking whether he wanted to go on a date tonight, leaving him unable to find the words to protest.
“Hmm? Are you ashamed of being in this kind of relationship with us? Or are you ashamed of Mommy?”
“Eh… Master… are you ashamed that I’m your pet?”
Both women’s eyes were sparkling like children who had just received a new toy. Those shining gazes never reached the confused Marei.
“No, it’s not that… I… I cherish Mom and Ilien so much… that’s why… I wanted to keep it a secret…”
“Aww, how adorable~!!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Labella pulled Marei into a tight embrace and began showering him with kisses—forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, ears. The sudden, relentless affection from his mother left Marei’s body awkwardly frozen.
“Mom… so… I…”
Labella silenced his attempt to speak with a deep French kiss, then turned to look at Ilien.
“Ah, that’s enough. Ren, let’s stop. Time to clean up.”
“Yes~!”
When Ilien clapped her hands lightly, the air—thick with the stench of semen and the heavy scent of female bodies—turned fresh and clean in an instant. The shattered dishes returned to their proper places, and the spilled food arranged itself neatly back onto the plates.
“Outdoor play was wonderful. I was terrified someone might walk in at first, but I never imagined you’d end up treating Mommy and your pet so roughly.”
“I set up soundproofing and people-repelling magic! Please praise me!”
Marei stared blankly at the now-perfectly restored room. The realization that his worry had been pointless, combined with the fact that he had been thoroughly teased, left his ears burning crimson. He hung his head low.
“All right~. Now let’s review what you should say to Idrien tomorrow, one thing at a time! Lady Labella?”
“Hmm? Oh, right. We’ll do it at home. Even if we’ve rented the entire floor, it’s about time we let the staff leave for the day.”
It looked like the two women’s “education” of him would require quite a bit more time.
Saturday morning at the academy was exceptionally quiet. To be precise, only a few scattered human silhouettes could be seen in the far distance. Normally, even without classes, students would come for club activities or personal study, but with the Empire’s festival beginning on Monday, most had already left for the capital. The word “deserted” was perfectly accurate.
Idrien stood in front of the laboratory, both hands gripping the doorknob as she leaned against the door. Even though Marei was right beside her, she failed to notice his presence. Her body trembled faintly. Her fragile mind seemed to be balanced on a knife’s edge, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
That very fragility only made him want to crush and defile it even more.
“W-what…?!”
“It’s me, Idrien.”
The moment a hand grabbed her breast from behind, the female teacher—who had been about to resist violently—went limp at the sound of the childish voice. It was a voice she desperately did not want to become familiar with, yet had already become far too familiar.
“Did you wait for me?”
“Wh-who—! Hngh…!”
When he squeezed her breast hard, Idrien’s voice faded into a whimper. Marei slowly opened the laboratory door, pushed the pitifully trembling teacher inside, and closed it behind them. The click of the lock made her whole body shudder once more.
Marei sat down in the chair as naturally as if it were his own office and gazed at Idrien, who remained standing by the door. Her flushed face and the dark shadows of exhaustion beneath her eyes gave off a decadent allure.
Like an interviewer, Marei pulled his chair closer.
“Don’t just stand there. Come here. Closer. Even closer. Right in front of me.”
Like a doll, Idrien took one careful step after another, moving exactly as Marei wished. Shame flooded her face as she bit her lip; her hands clutched her coat so tightly the fabric wrinkled.
“Hmm… what should I make you do first…? What do you want to start with, Idrien?”
Her outfit was almost identical to yesterday’s—a stiff black coat, white dress shirt, black pants, and shoes. A skirt and stockings would have been preferable, but given Idrien’s personality, this severe look suited her surprisingly well.
While Marei spoke with a smile, she glared at him, pale pink lips clamped tightly shut. Is this the right expression? he wondered. He recalled how, last night under the pretext of “practice,” she had tried on all sorts of different faces.
“Ah, I gave you homework yesterday. Did you forget? If you break our promise, I might just go to your beloved Meat Toilet sister instead~?”
“I wore it.”
Still glaring, Idrien began to undress with trembling hands. Her fingers fumbled repeatedly at the shirt buttons, but the sight of her shaking with shame was itself a delight. Marei waited patiently until she had removed her shoes and pants.
“Wow…”
It was lingerie designed to completely expose the nipples and pussy. The tight black fabric clung to her pure white skin, creating an intensely erotic contrast. The bra spread open to emphasize her sunken nipples, while the panties split wide to shamelessly display her pussy and thick bush. It was less underwear than a tool crafted purely for seduction.
The sight—more provocative than complete nudity—made Marei swallow hard.
Under his sticky gaze, Idrien bared her teeth and tried to cover her breasts and pussy.
“Don’t stare like that…”
“No covering. Now, hands behind your back. Push your hips forward. Present yourself nicely.”
Idrien squeezed her eyes shut and obeyed. The tips of her long, reddened ears quivered.
“It’s completely open. When did you buy it?”
“……Yesterday.”
Idrien’s voice shook violently. Her forward-thrust knees and thighs trembled visibly.
“Because I told you to wear slutty underwear?”
“Yes.”
Marei clapped his hands and burst into bright laughter. Even he was surprised he could laugh so frivolously, but the practice from yesterday seemed to have paid off. Ilien glared at him with tightly pressed lips. Her fine platinum eyebrows drew together, and her face grew even redder.
“Hmm… Did you masturbate yesterday?”
Idrien kept her mouth firmly shut. The silence itself was a powerful confession.
Marei rose from the chair and began circling the female teacher, who was dressed in obscene fabric.
“How many times? Tell me. It’s an order.”
“……I-I didn’t count… I don’t know.”
Marei hugged her tightly from behind. The smooth, hairless texture of her lower belly felt exquisite. It was similar to Ilien, yet subtly different, and exploring that difference brought its own deep pleasure.
“Who were you thinking about?”
“……My sister.”
“Only your sister?”
No answer. Marei’s hand slithered across her body like a snake. The touch was so repulsive it made her shudder, yet strangely her body grew hotter. She bit her lip hard.
“Be honest. How does it feel? Does it feel good when I touch you?”
“……Hngh… It’s bad… It feels awful… but strangely… my body… my body is getting so hot…”
Marei’s finger slipped slyly through the split in her panties.
“You did your homework well. Good girl. Such a good girl…”
“Hnguuut…! Hngh… Kkhut…!”
His finger parted the platinum bush, found her clitoris, and stroked it gently. Her pitifully trembling thighs looked ready to collapse at any moment. Feeling the sticky fluid coating his fingertip, Marei spread it thoroughly around her pussy.
“Today I’ll make it really fun for you. Are you excited?”
“Ungh… J-just a little… just a tiny bit…”
Even without issuing a direct order, the teacher was already revealing her true nature. Marei’s finger slid smoothly into her vagina.
“Ungh…! Aah…”
Her body stiffened, thighs clamping together tightly. When he withdrew his finger, she let out a disappointed moan, her plump thighs rubbing against each other. As if unable to believe her own instinctive reaction, Idrien’s hands clenched and shook.
“Spread your legs again.”
Marei gave her no time to regain composure. Her thick thighs parted once more, fully exposing her pussy. Her eyes alone glared at him with murderous intent. Even under that hostile gaze, Marei smiled softly and dragged his tongue slowly across the center of her quivering breasts.
“I-it feels bad…”
The words carried no conviction when spoken through such a flushed face. Marei moved in front of her, slipped his leg between her toned thighs, and began licking her neck. The female body that had been twisting away in resistance finally stopped its futile movements once her throat grew slick and wet.
Only when he felt the sticky wetness against his thigh did Marei end the light teasing and focus on her thoroughly soaked cunt. He stroked upward as if scraping her folds, then deliberately held up a long, glistening strand of her juices between his thumb and forefinger for her to see.
“Look. You’re already this wet. You were expecting this, weren’t you?”
“Sh-shut up…!”
Her fierce reaction was exactly as Ilien had predicted. Marei smiled faintly and gently smeared the love juice coating his fingers across Idrien’s lips.