Witch Professors Champion Their Star Student. Borrowed a Warm Cherished Item. Easy There, Gramps!
"If there's an identical medium, we could try reverse-engineering it... but these ingredients are so rare, there's no way to make it right now."
"How did a cadet get their hands on something like this?"
"She said she swiped it from her mom's collection."
"Figures it'd be Cadet Seris behind this. If it's Seris's mom... that woman's the one. Messing with her collection? I've heard she's got a temper. She'll get disciplined here, and then her mom will beat the tar out of her too."
"In all my time as a professor, I've never heard of a cadet pulling something this extreme on another...!!!"
"You've barely been a professor for a year—why talk like you've seen it all?"
"...Why embarrass me like that? I just meant...!!!"
"This isn't the time for jokes. You're practically drooling with excitement—rein it in."
"Ahem. What are you—"
"Enough! Quiet down and focus on figuring out how to lift Cadet Sylvia's curse."
"...Right. Wandering the wilds ourselves to gather curse potion ingredients would take too long in this situation. Each one grows in different seasons— it'd be ages."
"So what do we do? Any other options?"
"How about hoping a dungeon drops it? Or going hunt for it ourselves."
"No guarantee it'll pop right out. We'd have to clear who knows how many..."
No solid solution was emerging from their debate. As I started getting antsy myself,
Sylvia, surrounded by the witch professors, raised her wand high and drew their attention with a sharp crack! Her cheeks were still flushed from the lingering afterglow of climax, but her expression was utterly resolute.
Oh crap! With all that cum still in her womb, she'll stay in heat... Hope she's okay.
"Excuse me, professors. Please hear me out."
Contrary to my worries, Sylvia spoke clearly and loudly despite the cold sweat beading on her brow. The lead professor—a stern-looking witch with deep wrinkles and a monocle over one eye—responded on their behalf.
"Speak, Cadet Sylvia."
"If we can't find a solution domestically, I think we have no choice but to cross the border."
"...Classes start tomorrow. You want to leave the academy and cross national borders at a time like this? You won't make it back in time."
"It's an unforeseen incident, so I request your special approval. Please consider me as attending classes even while I'm away."
"That's a bit..."
"You haven't announced rankings specifically, but I've always prided myself on having the top grades in the academy. This incident wasn't my fault, and resolving it is urgent. Please take my usual classroom attitude into account and grant me this leniency."
Her words flowed seamlessly with unyielding momentum. Even from a distance, Sylvia's resolute voice sent a thrill through me.
Damn... Professors! That's my girlfriend! Isn't she awesome...!
The professors seemed ready to erupt in discussion at Sylvia's proposal, but the elderly lead professor silenced them with a gesture. After some contemplation, she nodded.
"Mm. Very well. Cadet Sylvia has always demonstrated exceptional skill and grades... Just this once, we'll average your attendance and prior performance across all lectures during your absence for evaluation."
"Thank you, Professor!"
It was a testament to Sylvia's usual classroom demeanor—no one objected to such favorable treatment.
"But... as you said earlier, it sounds like you're heading off alone to resolve the curse yourself. Is that right?"
"Yes, Professor. I'm planning to go to the Volcanic Zone."
Murmurs rippled through the group. I blinked in confusion.
What's that place to get such a reaction?
"The Volcanic Zone!?"
"Isn't that too dangerous for a cadet?"
"With Cadet Sylvia's skills, crossing it isn't impossible... but it's undeniably perilous."
The lead professor shot a commanding glare around the room, quieting the chatter, then nodded at Sylvia to continue.
"The ruler of the Volcanic Zone... the Primordial Flame Spirit Ifrit. I believe her sacred fire could dispel this curse in an instant."
"...Sacred fire... Yes, that could neutralize the curse. But the path to the Volcanic Zone is treacherous. It's no place for a cadet's level. Far too dangerous."
"I have confidence, Professor. It's a judgment based on an objective analysis of my own abilities."
"Must you really go there? Wouldn't gathering materials from dungeons be safer...?"
"No. This concerns my slave as well. I don't want to spend ages under this curse, building up resentment or casually pushing him away—only to regain my memories later and hate myself for it."
It was a angle I hadn't even considered. Her insight left me breathless. In this short time, she'd already foreseen that far.
I hadn't realized it until she voiced it. This situation where she hated me wasn't just about the hate itself. Once her memories returned, she'd undoubtedly torment herself over her actions and feelings.
"Ugh. Coldly speaking, you're right. A master hating their own slave... What a horrific curse. Sigh. We'll handle Cadet Seris's discipline properly, so don't worry about that. As for the Volcanic Zone... I suppose there's no helping it."
"You're granting permission, Professor?"
"Yes. I officially approve. However, no matter how strong your mental fortitude, Cadet Sylvia, maintaining control alone throughout the journey will have limits. To help with that... It's a treasured tool of mine, but I trust you'll return it. Take this."
"Y-Yes...? Your... Th-Thank you."
What the hell? From afar, watching the unfolding drama with wide eyes, I started getting hyped, expecting some epic magic tool.
What she produced next utterly shattered my expectations. Shocking? Yeah... way more than I imagined. Holy shit.
"Professor, this is...?"
"It's an eyemask my slave—who's currently recovering from overexertion—gifted me. A powerful magic tool that completely blocks sight and sound. With this on, you might even be able to embrace your slave."
Whoa... holy shit... Gramps? What kinda kinky shit you into with Granny... Ugh, don't picture it!
Unlike my shock, Sylvia was purely moved.
"Th-This precious eyemask! Are you sure I can take it!?"
Sylvia's hands trembled as she received it. The professor smirked, adjusting her monocle with a gleam! The lens clouded white inside.
"If my slave hadn't hurt his back, I'd never lend it. It's that precious... So come back safe, and return it without fail. I believe in you, Cadet Sylvia."
"Yes...! Thank you, Professor!"
Sylvia bowed deeply, cradling the eyemask like a treasure. The mentor-student exchange was touching, and even I could tell it'd be a huge help... but seriously, a play blindfold in this situation? Mind blown.
What a fine mentor-student bond... This foolish girl. Seems the master's master is a prized pupil among her teachers.
"Looks that way... but words fail to capture how I'm feeling right now..."
* * *
In front of Saint Georgia Magic Academy's gates. Sylvia glanced at me sideways, fidgeting before speaking up.
"...Hey! Slave. Is it true that you and I... d-d-did the... n-night... creampie breed-mating... s-sex!!?"
Back to her casual tone from her bold administrative office performance. Avoiding my eyes, staring straight ahead... Heh. Her voice made her expression all too easy to imagine.
Curious about that, huh? Such a perv.
"You saw it come out of your pussy yourself earlier and you're asking? We do it every day."
"Ev-Every day...!? Every... day...? Sex...? Hard to believe. How could a man...?"
Thanks to our contract magic link, she accepted my words without doubt but was still stunned.
"Yep. We're totally inseparable. We bathe together, creampie, squirt cock-juice and pussy-juice together—everything!"
"What!? Wh-What? Hnngh...!?"
Telling her straight like she asked shattered her cool facade—she was getting so turned on just hearing it, her chest heaving.
"Me, taking a slave man and doing night... creampie sex...! Damn it... Why can't I remember any of it!"
Frustrated, she swung her small, pale fists wildly. Wait, that pose... too damn cute...
Separate from her current resentment toward me, she seemed thrilled at the fact she'd secretly graduated from virginity with a guy.
"Haa... Slave? If looking at your face brings out bad vibes, cut me some slack. I don't wanna be like this. I'm holding back a ton... Whew. Talking while looking away makes it bearable..."
She forced her head forward, fighting the urge to turn toward me. Clearly agonizing over how she'd feel post-memory recovery.
Even after I told her my name, she avoided using it—her best effort, so I didn't push.
Honestly, expecting the worst, I was falling for her intelligent handling again. Her prickliness was nothing compared to this. Silver-haired genius beauty Sylvia... Knew I could count on you!! Heh, is Seris bitch that lame? Even using rare shit, this is all she musters? Gap in talent with Sylvia?
Thanks to her stellar handling, my anxiety eased into a surprisingly okay situation.