Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Student Council President Election Calling the Storm (6)
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"Teacher... please come in without turning on the light..."
Life inevitably brings those embarrassing moments you can't avoid. Like rushing to catch the bus in the morning only to desperately need the bathroom, leaving your jerk-off tissues on the computer desk before heading out and having your mom clean your room in the meantime, or suddenly reincarnating into another world where you're handed just a sword and shield and asked to cut off the demon king's head for humanity's sake.
"Come over here..."
But even I, who had weathered countless hardships, was struck speechless by the absurdity unfolding before my eyes.
"It's a glow-in-the-dark condom!"
Who the hell left glow-in-the-dark condoms in a hotel room?
Click!
Turning on the light revealed a rather luxurious hotel room. Adella, who had made me wait at the entrance claiming she was preparing something, pulled out a condom puffed up like colorful balloons from under the covers.
She really came here just to play around and relax, I thought, and my tension deflated. Kicking aside the shiny glow-in-the-dark condom balloon, I flopped onto the plush sofa.
Adella, already half-merged with the bed, didn't care about her disheveled clothes as she flailed her limbs wildly under the blanket. It was astonishing that after running around all day, she still had that much energy left.
Dating is exhausting. Even using the wind orb the chairman gave me like a massager lately, which has been pretty effective, it's still overwhelming.
Is it because I'm getting old? Suddenly, I felt a pang of sorrow.
"Teacher? What are you thinking about?"
Adella rolled herself up in the blanket and crawled over from the far side of the bed on her knees. Brushing back her usual tousled hair made her nuzzle against my hand like a small animal with a goofy grin—pretty cute.
"Just... this and that."
Thoughts are always plentiful. I was curious how the vote Adella skipped turned out, needed to budget food for the iron dogs, and actually, something even more urgent had come into my hands recently.
But since this moment called for a different matter—I patted the spot next to me.
"Come up here."
"No way."
Why no again? Adella kept squirming between my legs, seeming to hesitate over something.
"I have something important to say, so come here."
"I have something important too."
"...What?"
"Teacher. Remember you said you'd grant my wish if I did well on the exam?"
Oh right, there was that promise.
Whatever it is, it'll probably be something cute. I was fully willing to stock tastier bread at the canteen.
Considering Adella's broad taste that devours anything except trash, there might be some weird breads mixed in. She definitely tried to eat the bread that fell on the floor during her first fight with Ansen.
"You know, Teacher..."
Adella slipped out from under the blanket and climbed up to my shoulder height on the sofa. More tense than usual, she swallowed hard and slowly undid the buttons on the black shirt she'd gifted me today.
"It might not be enough right now, but..."
One, two. I should stop her. But before my hand could intervene, Adella had nearly unbuttoned it all, ready to reveal herself under the chandelier light along with her wish.
"With me..."
"Stop there."
"No. I'm going to say it. Teacher, marry..."
It was right then.
"Ah."
Adella's blue eyes widened in an instant.
In the dark night, on that worn bed where she'd clung to me desperately, I hadn't noticed the scars that now filled her vision.
"Uh, ah..."
Hideous sword wounds etched densely from below the neck to the waist. Traces of countless injuries that even the saintess's healing magic couldn't fully erase.
The long gash from left armpit to right waist I'd gotten as a clueless kid messing around. Back then, I believed heroes easily beat monsters. The first time I felt my guts tearing, I realized this was hell.
The burns on my back that charred even my spine while shielding my comrades. The high demon's black magic inflicted excruciating pain that nearly burned away my sanity. Eris said fixing my teeth, ground to pieces from clenching every night, was harder than treating the burns.
And other indelible marks of brutal war I couldn't hide.
The hole pierced through my abdomen by a yokai ambush while concealing my identity.
The scars from repeatedly cutting out my rotting liver due to curse mages' poison.
Even the massive, unhealed sword wound deeply slashing my chest, left by the demon king.
"Ah, aaa...!"
Even she, ignorant of battle, could instantly recognize these cruel traces of the past etched across my body.
Adella's hand flailed lost, then trembled severely before slowly touching my chest.
"Hic, hng...! Sniff!"
Tears dropped one by one, followed by strange sobs.
See? This is what I worried about. She was too young to accept even the ragged remnants of my weary body.
Sinking into a dark swamp without the courage to move forward, she collapsed.
"Teacher...! Hic, Teacheeer...!!"
"Sigh, yeah..."
I couldn't hug her properly, just patted her lightly with my hand. Still, Adella buried her face in my chest and wailed heartbreakingly.
No sign of stopping, so to calm her quickly, I whispered in her ear.
"What was your wish?"
"Waaahhh!!!!"
Damn, loud.
Eventually, Adella stopped bawling only after the bellboy outside, worried something happened, knocked on the door.
Seating the finally calmed girl on my lap, I wiped her tears and said,
"Sorry. Should've told you sooner."
"...Sniff."
"These scars are my burden to carry. Can't pass them to you."
"..."
"So... you get it?"
Adella didn't answer. Her pursed lips and slightly swollen cheeks spoke for her.
Aside from those like Lehel who'd heard rumors about me from the great war, Adella knew the most.
I'd never directly spilled my hero past, but she surely understood who I was and what my words meant.
That deepening love, marriage, and building a family with her was impossible.
Yet—
"I don't know."
Adella gently traced each scar on my upper body with her delicate hand and shook her head.
"I'm... sniff, an idiot...! I don't know anything..."
Then she pressed her soft lips to them, licking the scars.
The ticklish, hot mucosal sensation on the rigid scars.
Her mouth and tongue clinging like a love-starved cat, hands too, climbed to my jaw, then tear-streaked eyes holding northern seas gazed at me.
"I'll tell you my wish."
"..."
"Teacher's never said he loves me even once."
Hadn't I? Maybe unconsciously pushing her away.
"Say you love me a million times. That's my wish."
"Can't do that many."
"Then... stay by my side until you do."
Ten times a day. Three thousand a year. Thirty thousand in ten years, three hundred thousand in a hundred—
Even once an hour, a lifetime wouldn't suffice.
"Teacher."
But Adella insisted on staying by my side.
"I love you."
Even without courage to escape the swamp, she wanted to sink together.
"So say you love me."
To her, I had only one thing to say.
"...Me too."
Never thought I'd say it again.
"I love you too."
I'd felt it during her first time, but Adella had little sexual knowledge yet was quite proactive.
Not so much a seduction from a woman versed in affection, but more like clumsy heat she couldn't contain, her own lewd thoughts bubbling over. Like a cat in heat.
"Feels good... Teacher, I love you."
Her unique movements, sweetly clinging in affection. Mixed with ripe fruit-like flesh digging into my grasp, it packed devastating power.
Watching her utterly relaxed face press her breasts firmly, nuzzling my neck and cheeks with her nose, made my hips ache on their own.
Having slathered my scars with saliva moments ago, she slid down slyly and began removing her tight top.
And—
"Today, haa... I'll do it for you."
Like a puppy rubbing her nose on my pants crotch, Adella settled between my legs and slowly pulled them down.
My already massively swollen cock sprang into view.
Perhaps recalling days pierced mercilessly by it, Adella's innocent smile flushed faintly red for a moment.
Gulp.
A small swallow. Then cool fingers touched the base.
"Ah... hot?"
"No. Keep going."
"Mmm... like this, rubbing gently?"
Wrapping her small hands up and down curiously, she glanced at me cautiously, moving carefully.
Her saliva between fingers acted as sticky lube, instantly filling the room with lewd sounds.
Her large breasts in pink underwear jiggled naturally.
"Teacher, feels good...? Am I doing well?"
Being with Adella always gave me a twinge of immorality. Not just the age gap, but dyeing this blank canvas of a mage completely mine.
Gazing only at me, following only me, loving only me—a bit dim but utterly lovable bread thief.
In this short moment waiting for my answer, she banished my dark past and headaches to the world's edge.
Filling the void was a small, human emotion blooming.
One I'd forgotten for so long, perhaps.
"Yeah. You're doing great."
"Hehe, then..."
"I love you, Adella."
"...!"
Second time today. Seemed out of character even for me, but its effect on her was tremendous.
Utterly smitten, she mumbled with her mouth agape. But her fingers gripping the upper shaft kept brushing the sensitive glans.
I couldn't hold back, stroked her ear, and gently guided her head down.
"...Ah."
Understanding, Adella let out a small moan. No physiological revulsion.
Just sniffed lightly, then flicked only her eyes upward lingeringly.
"Because I love you, I'm doing this. Hup!"
Soon, warm wet sensation raced down my spine. Her jaw strained around the massive thing in her mouth, chup as she swallowed flowing saliva.
Chup, chup, chup...
And small back-and-forth motions.
Teeth grazed midway, couldn't properly squeeze with mouth or throat, lacked technique to take it deep—so it poked palate and uvula alternately, tears welling quick.
But it was enough.
I sat up slightly, held one hand, supported her head's back with the other, waiting for the building climax.
And soon—
"Hngp, blrp!? Teasher...!?"
Squeeze. Last thrust with force.
To dye her mind completely my color.
No escape now—as I came deep in her throat.
The hero's superhuman body's semen volume was huge; must've been tough.
After forcibly swallowing three gulps, harsh coughs burst from Adella's mouth.
"Cough! Cough...! Hup...! Hack!"
Surges of semen and white saliva mixed, dripping to her lips, floor, hastily cupped palm. Wiping her tears, she blankly stared at the glistening cock from her mouth.
"Uh, um... Adella."
Now I had to ask her impression. After all her weird foods, would she like this?
"How was it?"
"..."
Adella didn't answer long. Instead, her throat bobbed subtly, slowly, repeatedly—unnoticeable unless watched closely.
Hiccuping occasionally, she swallowed all the semen filling her mouth, grimacing slightly at the salty fishy taste.
Then very cautiously, like a failing student fearing scolding, she asked,
"If you say it's edible... hic! You'll think I'm a naughty girl...?"
Honestly, it tasted awful.
Guess in this academy, the one most deluded about Adella was me.