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Yoo Ara's face flushed bright red at the compliment about her pretty underwear.
"D-Do you think I wanted to show you this underwear? I-I just... I had no choice. For smooth mana rotation, you said I had to take off my clothes..."
Ah. She must have remembered what I'd said the first time I made her strip for mana rotation. Yeah, back then I'd told her clothes had to come off for efficient mana flow. When she first felt mana, undressing let her sense it fully—naked skin was way more effective than through fabric.
"I'm embarrassed too, but I have no choice. F-For my growth."
Those words had stuck firmly in her head. But hadn't I told her afterward that she didn't need to strip every time? Her body was trembling as she stood there naked except for her underwear, so apparently not.
"...Got it."
I didn't stop her from undressing. Naked was more efficient, after all.
I watched Yoo Ara shyly strip down to just her underwear right in front of me.
It had jumped from the previous 16%. No doubt her strong exam performance had helped push the conquest forward.
After 100% conquest and sex, you can use Yoo Ara's active skill Telekinesis (B) 5 times.
Still a long way from 100%. The promise of a limited active skill after hitting max and having sex was tempting as hell. Adding an active skill to my current stats would unleash power beyond anything I'd gained before.
If I reveal an active skill, guilds like Daesung—already suspicious—would come knocking with scout offers.
It was plausible, but just a single B-rank skill? Not worth exposing myself. My goal was to train these students into a force that could challenge Daesung. Revealing myself now would just invite interference.
They'd block my students' paths.
No way in hell. I'd only show my hand to those bastards when I had enough power. So forget rushing sex for a skill—focus on elevating Yoo Ara higher.
"Lie down on your stomach."
I pointed to her bed, thoughts sorted.
"O-On my stomach? But last time it was cross-legged..."
Yoo Ara hesitated mid-motion to sit, glancing awkwardly at me.
"That was because you hadn't experienced mana rotation yet. You have now."
"Ah..."
Realization dawned late on her face as she lay prone on the bed. Her massive breasts squished outward to the sides. How big are they?
Definitely huge. If her telekinesis weren't her thing and she went warrior class, it'd be a nightmare in combat. Yoo Ara had killer curves—prone on the bed, her waist dipped in concave while her ass jutted out in perfect contrast. Sky-blue panties clung to that prominent mound, stealing the eye.
"Let's start."
"P-Please do."
Her voice was shy. I channeled mana into my fingers and placed my hands on her waist. The moment blue-glowing fingertips touched skin—
"Hnnngh!"
Yoo Ara let out a moan. Erector muscles along her spine twitched, sharpening the line. Aside from her tits and ass, she was lean—no excess fat—so every flex showed clear. Hunter body, huh. Toned just right. Worth the touch.
Each time my mana seeped in, she hissed like deflating. "Huuuuuh."
She tried stifling moans, but they leaked through clenched teeth.
"No need to hold back. Don't be embarrassed."
"E-Easier said... haaang!"
My fingers wriggled downward along her waist.
"Hnnngh!"
Mana flowed with them. Fingertips grazed her soft ass cheeks. Squish.
"Hnnnngh!!!"
Reaction intensified. Kneading both plush hills, she wailed in ecstasy. Undeniable pleasure. But I played it cool—this was her reward. She'd busted her ass for top scores; even second place stung for her, but from dead last? Massive growth.
Squish. Fingers greedily worked the yielding flesh. Addictive texture.
"Heeek!!"
Prone Yoo Ara's feet lifted slightly, toes curling tight. She gripped the bedsheet, wrinkling it deep.
"T-Teach, g-gentler... i-it hurts a little."
"Someone might misunderstand."
"N-Not like thaaat!"
She denied it, but prone position hid nothing. Crotch soaked. Sky-blue panties darkened, sticky fluids drenching them. Still, my fingers slid lower—over ass, to sweat-slick thighs. Each stroke of firm muscle made them quiver.
Driving me insane.
Sweet scent thickened with every rotation. Overpowering, intoxicating pussy aroma. My cock throbbed hard, precum soaking my panties. If I were in underwear only like her, it'd be drenched. Good thing I'm dressed. But no hiding the tent.
Tutor or not, getting hard teaching a student? Taboo thrill gnawed at me. Cock screamed to be freed. Mana rotation naturally purges toxins, causing smells—but daily sessions up to exams had purified her. Sweat and juices carried cherry blossom fragrance now. No more waste.
Damn. Lucky she's face-down. Only way to hide: send her off prone. Knock her out with climax, then bail.
Toes to heels kneaded, each twitch tightening her.
"Relax. It'll hurt if you tense."
"B-But I can't help iiiit."
Bedsheet soaked with sweat. Thighs done, fingers trailed up soft back to shoulders. Controlling mana inside her was tough, but instant reactions to kneads? Fun.
"Huu, taking off the panties now."
"T-Taking off? Wh-What...?"
"What else? Panties."
"W-Wait! If you take them off now... kyaaah!"
I yanked them down. Sweat-and-juice-soaked sky-blue fabric peeled away, baring smooth ass. Transparent strings stretched stubbornly. Pure pussy juice, straight from her hairy pink slit.
"Haaaah..."
Yoo Ara buried her face in the bed, frozen in shame.
"J-Just finish quick."
"Got it."
I gripped her bare ass hard.
"Kuuugh!!"
She swallowed a scream. Time to send her off—I spanked her. Slap! Her maso favorite: rile her up, then smack the heated flesh.
Slaaap!
"Haaang!"
Each strike arched her back, muscles sharpening. Face buried, she thrust her ass higher.
Slaaap! Slap!
She'd resisted panty removal—now? Just sobs at every hit.
"Hnnnngh!!!"
Slick juices streamed down thighs like a faucet.
"Like getting spanked that much?"
"N-No... haaang! Th-This is for mana... hnn! No choice... haaang!"
Denying to the end. Hiding her maso love. Body betrayed her, shaking ass for more pleasure. Unaware.
"S-So I'm enduring it! Haaang!"
Then squirting everywhere. Ass beet-red—
Slap!
Pssshhh!!
Yoo Ara squirted massively. Shudder. No scream this time—body quaked. Tidal squirt and juices drenched the sweat-soaked sheets again.
"Hn! Hnnngh!"
Climaxing hard, convulsing into my fingers. What does this have to do with mana rotation? Improves circulation a bit for better flow. Not orthodox, though.
"..."
Ass up, her body went limp. Shaking lower half leaked yellow piss in a trickle. Overdid the climax? Waist gave out.
"Y-You're too much, Teach..."
She turned her head weakly. Should've stopped her, but thick feminine musk clouded my head. Couldn't.
"Eh?"
Flushed Yoo Ara spotted my tented pants.
"..."
"..."
Awkward as hell.
Get it together. Can't show more shame. Calm down...
Then her conquest progress caught my eye.
Why'd it go up?
I was going insane. Every time Siu's fingers trailed her back, her body writhed on its own. Like a living serpent slithering over her skin. Lower belly throbbed, pussy itched. Heat built, toes and fingers clenching.
But Siu's voice stayed calm. "Relax."
"Hnnngh! B-But..."
No way. Can't relax. He always demands the impossible. Or do it sloppily yourself. How's he so skilled...
"Uuuugh!!!"
She gnawed the bedsheet unconsciously during the massage. When Siu softly spanked her ass, unfamiliar pleasure hit. The sting shot up her spine to her brain.
Zing! Ah, again. Each smack tickled with unknown bliss.
Do I like getting hit? No. Just mana rotation feels good. Not 'cause I'm a pervert who loves spanks.
She denied it desperately as pleasure eroded her will with every strike.
"Hnnngh!! Haang!"
Surrendered fully to mana-charged hands. Exposing herself naked to a man. Her body heating at his spanks. Taboo thrill amped her arousal. Shouldn't do this, so shameful. Yet his touch shook her uncontrollably—like forced puppetry. Felt good.
Couldn't say stop. More. More.Moooore.
Last spank—vision flashed, fireworks in her skull.
Bang! Bang! Ahh, cumming. This—her reward. Flying high, squirting wildly, she snapped back and turned.
Exposing her soaked body was embarrassing, but... too late. Whatever. Just mana rotation ritual. Not lewd.
Teeth-marks and drool soaked the sheet. But irrelevant now—already drenched in squirt and juices.
Then—
"Eh?"
Siu's pants bulged tight. Black fabric looked damp? Imagination?
"T-Teach?"
"That's it for today."
"Y-Yes, but wh-what..."
"You missed the regular exam top spot."
"But you said you'd..."
"Yeah. Reward for the monthly eval."
End it here? Just starting! Climaxed sure, but now breasts, throbbing belly need pressing. Just spank ass and done? Tease and leave? Too cruel!
But his voice was nonchalant. If not for that twitching crotch, she'd believe he wasn't aroused.
"So next exam first place for the rest?"
"Yeah. Train hard. Nail first next time."
He stood, done.
"Congrats on second. Keep pushing—you can hit first."
Like duty fulfilled, he left her house.
Thud. Door shut.
Alone in the musky room.
Teach's cologne...
Faint masculine scent teased her aroused nostrils.
"Sniff sniff."