Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Private Lessons' Harsh Discipline
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Max said the reason he put the rotor inside her panties was to help her focus on the lesson.
Because she studied with a dazed mind, she kept dozing off during class.
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't understand.
Vrrr!
‘How am I supposed to concentrate like this?’
“Hnng!!”
The rotor inside her panties stimulated her clit with exquisite precision.
‘Was this thing always this intense?’
This was the first time Helen had seen a rotor up close.
She had heard that noble daughters used them to soothe their loneliness when alone.
They were mysterious magical tools enchanted with various spells.
Excellent partners for relieving loneliness.
‘I had no idea about stuff like this...’
The rotor inside her panties trembled, caressing her highly aroused clit, making her toes curl involuntarily.
There was no way she could pay attention to whatever lesson Max was teaching.
While Max droned on from the front, Helen could only tremble and whimper under the onslaught of pleasure.
“Hnng... Haaah, th-this... nooo...”
Her body shuddered.
Her lower body grew slick.
A hot heat gathered, setting her entire body ablaze.
“Miss Helen.”
“Y-Yes, hnngh!”
“Listen properly. You're not concentrating.”
“D-Don't...”
Helen twisted her body side to side, desperately trying to evade the mounting electric sensations.
She wanted to shift the rotor somehow, but it stuck fast, as if glued in place.
‘This is seriously dangerous...’
Her body was already heated from the earlier spanking on her ass.
Like a kettle boiling over a fireplace, its spout trembling as it spewed white steam, her body kept sending signals.
“Aaahh! W-Wait... Teacher!”
Breathless gasps and desperate moans escaped her upper mouth.
From her lower mouth flowed the sticky, slippery fluids of an aroused woman.
Panicked by the gushing juices and surging excitement, Helen urgently called out to Max.
“We need to move quickly. No exceptions.”
Max shamelessly pushed the lesson forward, adjusting his glasses.
She no longer had any idea what he was saying.
Even as he lectured, Helen's mind was fixated solely on the rotor attached to her below.
I'm going crazy.
This feels so weird.
Her body shuddered.
Unconsciously, her waist bent forward, and to keep from collapsing, she placed her arms on the desk.
She naturally propped her head on her arms and hunched her back.
And in that position, she looked just like she had dozed off on the desk.
“Miss Helen, can't you hold out and you fell asleep already?”
“Hnng! N-No... Th-That's not...”
“What do you mean no? Are you lying because you want another punishment? Weren't you clearly collapsing onto the desk to fall asleep?”
“T-Tea...cher... W-Wait...”
“Get up.”
Max grabbed Helen's head and pulled her upright.
In that instant, the forceful tug on her hair sent a new wave of stimulation rippling through her body.
Her hypersensitive nerves accepted the sensation of her hair being pulled without any filter.
The feeling, transmitted from the closest point to her brain, etched itself deeply into her mind with overwhelming intensity.
“Hnnaaah!!”
It was only natural to climax from a sensation like her head was being pierced directly.
“W-Wait... Nghaaah!!!”
Thud!
Unable to hold her body steady from the sudden orgasm, her groin lurched.
Vrrr!
The rotor nestled between her thighs pressed deep, brutally crushing her clit.
“T-Tea...cher, s-something's... w-wrong... My b-body won't l-listen...”
With her brain cells awakened by the climax, her vision sparkled like lights.
And it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her life.
With her head lifted by Max's grip on her hair, Helen's eyes met Max's.
“Tch, climaxing during class. Did you get off from the rotor I put in to make you focus? As expected from a poor student—such a pathetic sight.”
His belittling voice pierced her ears.
Even as each word crushed her pride, Helen couldn't muster a single retort.
She lacked the strength or the mind to move her mouth.
“Have you been secretly pleasuring yourself like that the whole time? Unable to focus on the lesson?”
Like she was entranced, she nodded.
Yeah. I couldn't focus on the lesson.
Because of that rotor.
“It's because Miss Helen lacks willpower. The other students endure it just fine—why are you the only one who can't and needs remedial classes?”
Me alone, unable to endure?
That's a lie.
No way.
“If you want to deny it, answer my question. What is the most important thing to watch out for when casting illusion magic?”
I don't know.
I don't know.
I couldn't hear or learn it, so how...
“I just explained it, but you were too busy pleasuring yourself and climaxing to notice.”
“You just... hnng! S-Said it?”
“Yes. Look at the blackboard. It's written right there.”
-Illusion magic casting precautions.
-Illusion magic must resemble reality.
-Be extremely cautious of distortions from reality, and hide the location of any discrepancies.
....
“Ah...”
He did say it.
“A poor student who can't focus needs punishment.”
“Punishment...?”
“Lift your skirt.”
Having barely shaken off the afterglow of her climax, Helen finally felt a bit of strength returning.
She flinched under Max's gaze looking down at her.
Why did just meeting his eyes make her body tremble like this?
“Lift your skirt quickly.”
“Y-Yes?”
“If you resist, I'll strip you by force.”
Stripped by force.
Her pride wouldn't allow that.
Normally, she would have snapped back asking if stripping herself was any better, but after the prior punishment, the climax, and enduring the rotor's pleasure for so long, her mental exhaustion left her far from normal.
It felt good.
A woman's climax was far more intense and destructive than she had imagined.
Just like Max forcefully spanking her ass.
“G-Got it.”
Her hands still trembled from the lingering aftershocks.
“Ngh!”
Even lifting her skirt was no easy task.
“I'll spank you once. But a plain spanking won't make you reflect, so I'll do a wet spanking.”
“Wet spanking...?”
“Yes.”
“Where's the water here?”
At those words, Max twisted his lips into a smirk.
“It's right here.”
His hand plunged boldly into her panties.
Squelch.
“Hnnngh!!”
When his thick fingers entered her panties, what came out wasn't a scream but a sweet moan.
“Plenty wet already.”
“Hnng! W-Wait... Teacher.”
It feels good.
I like it when you touch me with your fingers there.
I love the feeling of your thick fingers stirring inside.
She didn't seem to realize it, but Helen was holding up her own skirt while her teacher groped her pussy.
Each touch made her inwardly whisper how good it felt as pussy juices drooled out.
The wet squelching sounds of her arousal filled the classroom.
When Max's hand finally withdrew from her panties, it glistened with her fluids.
The slippery juices had dripped down to his wrist.
“Present your ass.”
Helen realized she was obeying Max's every word.
But she couldn't resist.
It just felt too good.
Besides.
‘This is punishment. A student must follow the rules. Obeying the teacher is right. So.’
This isn't losing.
Just following the rules.
So.
“Please spank this poor student's ass.”
It'd be okay to feel even better, right?
“Good attitude for reflection.”
Max slapped her ass with his hand coated in her pussy juices.
Smack!
His juice-soaked hand struck her ass, still being tormented by the rotor.
“Hnngh!!!”
A sweet cry erupted.
Good. Good. Good.
I love getting hit.
I love how good it feels when I'm hit.
“Hnnngh!”
Her toes curled tight.
Splurt splurt!!
With her ass exposed beside the desk, she squirted pussy juices—or rather, her squirt—onto the chair.
“Climaxed again?”
“N-No... Th-This is...”
Denying it with shaky legs and a pussy that had just squirted lacked any conviction.
Leaning on the desk, Helen looked up at Max with trembling legs barely holding her up.
“This calls for a different punishment. To make poor student Helen focus, we need to plug that pathetic lower mouth.”
Max's cold gaze looking down felt like he was staring at a bug.
Meeting that gaze sent chills down her spine.
Her lips curled into a lewd smile.
Deep in her heart, the hidden desire to be dominated by someone began surfacing on her face.
“Wh-What will you plug my lower mouth with?”
“Toys like rotors won't cut it—we need a proper whip.”
“Whip...?”
Max pointed to his pants.
“I have the whip to educate Miss Helen right here. Take a look.”
There was something heavy and thick bulging there.
She knew what it was without him saying.
She knew she shouldn't, but Helen's trembling hand reached out and touched it.
Heavy.
Hard.
Instinctively, she unzipped it.
Undid the belt, pulled down the panties, and a massive thing sprang up toward the ceiling, releasing a pungent scent.
With the raw, masculine musk came an enormous size.
It could be called a club.
Gulp.
“This is the teacher's whip to educate poor student Helen.”
Max said, pressing the heavy cock against her cheek.
“P-Poor student Helen...”
“A hopeless idiot, right?”
She instinctively realized nodding would mean falling into this man's hands.
She knew shaking her head was the way to escape this situation.
“Yeah... I'm an idiot. Can't even pass a single exam...”
Helen spat out each word with a trembling voice.
Declaring her own defeat felt like her brain was melting.
Good.
I love admitting I'm a poor student.
“Then there's no need to be tied down by family duties. No need to carry that heavy burden on your shoulders anymore, right?”
“...Yes.”
“Then strip. All of these clothes that bind you.”
At those words, she looked down at herself.
Her uniform was adorned with the academy insignia, her family emblem, and all sorts of flashy decorations.
“Wh-What happens if I strip?”
“We'll start the punishment to turn a poor student into a good one. Regardless of your title.”
“Aah.”
I shouldn't.
But Helen had already gone too far to turn back.
She just wanted to feel this sensation longer.
The one making her heart race.
So this is the desire I wanted.
Why did I ever try to refuse this?
It feels so good.
“I'll strip. So...”
Rustle.
Helen stripped off her uniform herself and presented her flushed red ass.
“Please educate idiot Helen with your loving whip, Professor.”
Her juice-soaked ass wiggled side to side.