Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: The Start of the Conspiracy
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"Hngh!"
Michelle, pinned beneath me with my cock buried inside her, let out a moan.
Anna, under the impression that Michelle was using a massager, waited patiently for a response as if this were routine.
But no reply came right away.
Michelle lay there on her stomach, ass up toward her student, her pussy stretched wide around my cock in full, explicit view.
Anna had no idea, but it was more than enough to make Michelle burn with shame.
Yet even just sitting there with my cock inside her, the way her walls clenched told me her feelings went beyond mere humiliation.
"Getting turned on showing your student how you're getting fucked?"
I whispered so Anna couldn't hear.
-N-No, that's not it.
"Let's give Anna a proper show of how much we love each other."
I rocked my hips back and forth, slamming into Michelle's pussy.
The thrill of the situation had me putting real force into it, turning it into fierce pistoning.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ngh! Ah... Hngh!"
Michelle stifled her leaking moans.
Anna, who'd been waiting quite a while, spoke up with concern.
"Teacher, are you really okay? The bed seems to be shaking even harder than before."
"Hah, ngh! Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for worrying. What did you say?"
"I always have these dirty fantasies. Do you think someone like me could ever find true love?"
"Haht, ah! Ngh! O-Of course."
Love juices splattered everywhere from Michelle's pussy mound as it took blow after blow from my cock.
"Ngh! Ah! Hngh! Anyone can... haht! have those thoughts, right? Ngh, and there are people out there who... ahn! would understand you, Anna."
I hammered my lower body into Michelle with all my strength and whispered in her ear.
"I'll forgive you even if you're a pervert who gets off on showing her student how her boyfriend fucks her."
-Y-You're an idiot. Don't say another word.
"...Teacher probably doesn't know what kinds of thoughts I have every day, so that's why you're saying that."
Anna's voice grew heavier.
She probably thought Michelle was looking at her face during the conversation, but all that was in her line of sight was a bitch in heat getting roughly mated.
"Teacher, do you know what a mating press is?"
"Hoot! Ah! W-What?"
Michelle startled.
I was just as surprised, since I'd been mating-pressing her myself.
"Ahht... hnght. N-No idea."
"I read about it in a novel. It's when the guy pins the woman down from above and shoves it in. Pretty vulgar, right?"
"Yeah, ngh. It is... haht! Haht!"
"The woman doesn't matter at all. The guy just shakes his hips aggressively to dump his seed in her body. It's basically rape. But I fantasize about it happening to me a lot."
I'd thought she was just the quiet type who studied during class and breaks, but she had thoughts like that.
Someday, I wanted to make that fantasy real for her.
"Selena always tells the class that guys are trash who only think about raping girls. She says Ian's probably the same."
That girl really needs a gag.
Venting my anger at Selena, I started thrusting into Michelle's pussy even harder.
Slap! Splap! Slap! Slap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Eunghoot! Ah! Ahn! Aaaahn! Ohook! Too rooough♡"
"Huh?"
"Haaang! N-No, I mean... Selena's nghht! a bit unique, hnght!"
"Yeah. Some girls get scared when they hear it, but most just brush it off. But guess what I thought?"
"W-What did you think?"
Even as she asked, Michelle looked more focused on sex than counseling, panting as she stared at me.
She knew she had to muffle her moans, but they kept spilling out in obscene bursts anyway.
"Just like Selena said, I imagined Ian raping me."
...Anna's issues seemed more serious than I'd thought.
"Th-That's... ahht! Hngh... aaahn!"
"My face isn't much, but my tits aren't bad—not like Teacher's or Selena's, but still pretty big. So Ian sees me not as a classmate, but as a female, and rapes me. Purely driven by the desire to plant his seed inside."
"Eungh! Haht... yeah, that's a bit much... ooht."
"Right? Even you think it's a filthy fantasy, don't you, Teacher?"
I already knew Anna had big tits.
She sat right in front of me, after all.
Her ass was pretty plump too, so I stole glances often.
Naturally, I'd had dirty thoughts about her plenty of times.
Her face was hard to see properly because of her bangs covering her eyes.
But judging by her nose and mouth, her eyes were probably cute enough.
Splap! Splap! Splap!
"Hnght, nghk! Hng... ohook! Haht!"
The usual Michelle would've comforted a self-loathing Anna, but she was losing her composure now, reduced to moans without answers.
"But I can't stop having these thoughts. Did you know, Teacher? Ian's body is so toned.... I wonder what it'd feel like to be pinned down by that body and forcibly seeded...."
Was this her first time voicing it?
Anna's words poured out like a dam breaking.
"I know I shouldn't. It's disrespectful to Ian. But I keep imagining it anyway. I end up giving off that female scent that tempts him, and get punished with a rough rape for it."
Already horny from mating-pressing my teacher in front of her student, hearing that same student confess to fantasizing about me mating-pressing her piled on the excitement.
Michelle, who could only moan without responding, finally squeezed out words.
"L-Like you said, aahn! it'd be rude to Ian too... haht! so maybe it's best to hold back on those fantasies... hnght!"
Seeing her squirm in pleasure while still trying to counsel sparked some mischief in me.
"She wants it so bad—should I give Anna a mating press too?"
-D-Don't joke like that.
"Gotta solve her problem, right? I'll practice on your pussy first before giving Anna one!"
Thwack! Plap! Plap!
-No, don't...
"Ngoooh!"
Michelle couldn't hold back anymore; her whisper turned into a full moan.
I was too aroused to stop, pounding her roughly.
"Sorry, Michelle. Gonna practice mating press on your pussy!"
"O-Ohook! Ah! Haaht... nghht! N-Nooo...!"
"Teacher...?"
Even with Anna's question, Michelle's dazed eyes stayed locked on my face.
She'd forgotten all about the counseling session, lost in sex.
No effort to hold back moans anymore—she expressed her pleasure raw and unfiltered.
Whatever I did, Anna wouldn't notice anything beyond the "normal" situation anyway.
Knowing that, my hips mercilessly battered Michelle's pussy.
"Thanks! With your practice pussy, I can make Anna feel good too!"
"Eek, hnght! Haht! Nghht... ohoot! N-Noo♡"
Throwing a tantrum while clenching her pussy—what a perfect woman.
Seeing Michelle in worse shape than before, Anna asked worriedly.
"Are you okay? Is the massager broken?"
"Nghoo! Ngh! Ah! Hnght! Hook. F-Fiii...ne... ooht!"
My urge to cum built up.
My hips sped up.
Michelle's moans under me grew louder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Nghooook! Ngh, nghht! Aaaahn♡"
Feeling Michelle climax, I came inside her.
"Time to show Anna your pussy drinking my cum."
"Haa, haa... ohook! Haa...."
Michelle, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
As Teacher seemed to calm down a bit, Anna spoke up.
"Could it be... I like Ian Drakhin? I've never had fantasies like that about other guys...."
Well, maybe because I'm the only guy she sees at school.
Then, still panting, Michelle slurred with her loosened tongue.
"Haht, haa... n-nooo. Ian's miiine♡"
Wait, can she say that?
My words might slip by, but Michelle's would ring clear to Anna.
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"Haa... huh? What did I... oh! I meant Ian would get mad if you had those fantasies."
"Oh... okay."
Thankfully, Michelle snapped back and covered it well.
My heart skipped a beat for a second.
The counseling continued after that.
I kept fucking Michelle in line with my earlier lie.
But not as intensely as before.
I figured it was time to properly counsel and wrap this up.
The topic shifted back to "how to curb Anna's dirty fantasies."
Surprisingly, Michelle gave open advice: "Don't deny what you like too much. Enjoy it while keeping boundaries."
As Anna thanked her and prepared to leave, Michelle reminded her, "No dating at school, so sadly, no confessing to Ian."
Once Anna was gone, I instinctively stood to double-check the door was locked.
"Whew, that was close."
Heading back to the bed, I saw Michelle puffing her cheeks in clear dissatisfaction.
"Michelle, you okay?"
"..."
"Michelle?"
"Don't even joke about that."
"Joke? Oh..."
She meant the bit about mating-pressing Anna.
"Got it, won't say it again. The woman I love is you, Michelle."
"..."
I pulled the silent Michelle into my arms.
"Don't you love me, Michelle?"
"...I do."
So cute.
As I tried to lay her back down, she resisted and asked.
"What was that magic? I've never seen anything like it."
To teach at a prestigious place like Scarlet Magic Women's University, you had to be skilled in magic.
So it was natural for her to question a magic she'd never encountered.
I couldn't tell her this world was a game, and Enchantment Magic was cut during development for balance issues.
I racked my brain and fed her a convincing lie.
Said I found a glowing magic book in a corner of the school building, picked it up, opened it, and somehow acquired the spell.
She questioned the vagueness, but I stuck to "that's just what happened, I don't know the details either."
With nothing more to pry from me, she dropped it.
There are magic books in this world that teach spells just by reading them, so she guessed I might've found one someone lost.
With her warning not to use the potentially dangerous spell anymore, the magic talk ended, and we went back to making love.
A few days passed.
Nothing special happened in that time.
Just a sweet period of loving it up with Michelle.
About a week left until the Academic Tribunal foretold by Eye that Sees Death.
I trusted Michelle would testify in my favor, but as the day approached, tension built anyway.
Break time before a field class.
I walked the hallway alone toward the classroom.
Dania had stopped surveilling me for some reason.
No pressure, felt nice, but I wondered if she'd really lost interest.
I'd planned to start working on her once I cleared the tribunal.
With those thoughts, I entered the mana training field.
A vast, open space with a wide sandy area in the center.
The upcoming class was mana manipulation practice.
"Using mana, try making whatever you want out of the sand."
At the teacher's instruction, students took spots in the sand and focused.
I stood at a suitable distance from the others.
In this world, magic was taught starting in university.
The idea was that learning such irrational power too young risked abuse or misuse.
We first-years, not even two months in, were still on basic mana control.
I gathered sand with mana and held it in a ball shape.
This exercise was trickier than it looked.
You had to move mana freely and keep the sand from scattering while holding the shape.
Before, All Stats Reduction debuff made it hard to handle mana or maintain forms.
But lately, studying Enchantment Magic had improved my control.
"Ian, you've improved a lot since the start. How about trying a different shape?"
The mana practice teacher approached me.
It was the same one I'd met after first having penetrative sex with Michelle in her office.
"Sure, I'll give it a shot."
Trying a cube was tough—getting the angles right.
Mana naturally flowed in curves.
Concentrating hard, I heard the teacher's gasp nearby.
"Oh my!"
Not aimed at me, of course.
"Selena stands out as expected. You could skip grades."
"Thank you, Teacher. But this is nothing to me."
Selena flicked her blonde hair, acting superior.
A massive sand statue loomed before her.
"Do you recognize this statue, Teacher? It's the one in the central garden of our Branzel estate—the founder of our family, who redefined magic and is called the Mother of Magic...."
She was bragging unprompted; I wanted to kick the damn sand statue over.
Though magic started in college, some like Selena learned early from family.
While the teacher checked other students, it was basically free time.
Still greedy for practice, I kept shaping sand with mana—then Selena picked a fight.
"Struggling with just a sand box? So typical of someone with all F-rank magic aptitudes."
"Shut it, gold digger. Ever heard of the peasant's plight?"
"What's that supposed to mean? Using words no one knows—your social skills must be F-rank too."
Nitpicking every little thing would never end.
I ignored her and moved spots.
Unlike usual, Selena stayed quiet.
Normally she'd yell about being ignored.
Whatever—less of her annoying voice was a win.
I refocused mana on the sand.
'Hmph, no intention of fixing that arrogant attitude, huh.'
Selena clicked her tongue at the spot Ian had left.
'But soon enough, I won't have to see his face, so I'll endure for now.'
Her hand slipped into her uniform pocket.
Out came a small glass vial.
'Just you wait, Ian Drakhin.'
A faint smile played on Selena's lips as she scooped up the sand Ian had used.