Painting on Lydia's Body (1)
"Didn't you hear something just now?"
"Something? No idea. Ahh, don't stop—fuck me harder, faster. Faster...!"
Hazel was lost in ecstasy, completely out of her mind. Her guard was totally down.
He strained his ears again. Nothing.
Huh? The sound's gone...?
Weird. He'd swear he heard footsteps a second ago, but they vanished like a ghost. No more sounds. The classroom door hadn't opened, and it came from inside. No way it was Lydia?
He stealthily parted the curtain with his hand and scanned the room. No different from before he'd started with Hazel. Empty classroom, everything in place, Lydia slumped over the desk. All the same.
What the hell was that?
His instincts kicked in! LitRPG Instinct Activation! Thinking maybe someone had used invisibility magic, he swept the room with his senses. Nothing unusual.
This was ghost-level shit.
"Ahh, move already...! We're short on time...!"
Hazel whined impatiently, so he shelved his thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ngh! Ngh!"
"Gotta keep teaching, so I'll cum outside."
"No! Hnngh, ahh!"
Hazel shook her head.
"I'm keeping it inside while I study...! Walking around with Assistant Professor's cum in my pussy clears my head and makes my skin glow...!"
Huh. She'd figured out the benefits of his semen too. How, without him telling her? Guess a real tonic speaks for itself.
"Won't it leak out and bother you?"
"I'll plug it with a pad. Ngh, ngh."
"You took your birth control, right?"
"Yup...! I took the ones I made myself."
"Good girl."
She'd funded her birth control research entirely from his material contributions. Still a student, she had no income. Knowing it'd get heavy use, he'd bought a year's worth of ingredients upfront, let her brew them, and she popped one before every fuck.
Side note: Hazel was a genius at reverse-engineering. 'Hmm. Professor Melissa takes birth control made by Ascunerus... He's from the Supernaturalism school, so probably used samaku plant. It's tied to contraception, and they eat it at gatherings. Familiar with it, so likely. Also... he's from Doren, a rural east village famous for dizil farming. That's in there too—suppresses ovulation.'
Truth was, they could've just bought ready-mades, but his face was the issue. Men didn't buy women's birth control here. Weird looks. Plus, mid-divorce—people might wonder why a married guy needed it. No thanks to the rumors.
This world: Married folks never used birth control. Sinful. Kids came, you had 'em. More heirs, easier life.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The pleasure built to a peak, and he ramped up, slamming harder and faster than before. Hazel clamped her mouth shut and gripped the curtain tight.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
She looked frustrated—blissful but dying to scream, muffled.
To avoid a loud moan slipping out, he came quick.
Spurt! Thick ropes blasted deep inside her.
"Ngh!"
"Ahhh...!"
Each pulse made her ass quiver and spasm.
"Assistant Professor... ngh... it's hotter than usual today."
"The cum's hot?"
"Yeah... feels like it'll melt me... haah, haah..."
As he finished and started pulling out his shrinking cock, Hazel yelped.
"Don't pull out yet!"
"Why?"
"Told you, I'm keeping it in!"
"Oh."
"Slow! Nice and slow!"
He eased out carefully. She immediately slapped her palm over her pussy.
"Pad's in my bag."
"Your bag? Kinda hassle."
"Hurry! It's leaking now."
He glanced at her pussy, then threw on his pants. Peeked through the curtain—Lydia still out, classroom and hall empty. He dashed to her bag, grabbed it, rushed back, rummaged, pulled out the pad. Long straps, thick pad part.
"This?"
"Yeah. Put it right in the middle of my panties, no tangles."
"Got it."
Laid it over her panties at her knees, pulled them up snug over her ass. Damn, never did this for my ex-wife. Felt more perverted than fucking a student. Am I really living right without the gods smiting me?
Hazel wrapped the straps around her waist and tied tight.
"There. Won't leak now."
She slipped a hand between her legs, checked, smiled satisfied.
"Hurry and put your skirt on, come out."
As he headed out first, she grabbed his clothes.
"Where you going? Kiss me and say you love me last."
"Don't love you."
"Hng..."
"But thanks for the hard work, so here's your kiss."
He pulled her in for a deep, sloppy tongue swap.
"Haaah... got me horny again. Skip class?"
"No."
"Aww..."
He firmly brushed off her hand stroking his crotch and stepped out.
Truth: Balls ached. Melissa and Hazel daily, day and night—stamina dipping. If only his old power... bam, instant rounds. Need a good virility pill. Oh, right—one existed. Semen volume booster. Help with stamina?
The capital's grandest plaza. Head maid Marie posted the notice herself.
"Last week, Her Majesty the Queen mentioned Naru 20 times among heroes and adventurers, Aquina 10 times, Teresa 5, Valencia 3, and Giorgio 1! That's all!"
Marie rode back to the palace. Crowds swarmed the spot.
"Naru? Kang Naru? The cripple? Number one?"
"Heard he's not limping anymore, but still..."
"How's he top? Lost his powers, right?"
"Outta the way! Move!"
Armored group shoved through dozens. Their captain, a knightess, stomped up, ripped down the notice. Read it, hand trembled with rage gripping the paper.
"Me... second? Because of Kang Naru...?"
The has-been back?
"Aquina, our condolences."
Her comrade approached, face grim.
"First time in two years losing first to that sleazy Kang Naru—who always had the Queen's favor..."
"Ignore it. No whining about unfairness. We do our jobs quietly. She'll notice eventually."
The knightess flung the notice down, turned heel.
"Change next target. Need a bigger fish."
"Yes!"
"Got it!"
Afternoon, near quitting time—a letter arrived. Direct from Laphone estate to the academy. From Ashley.
Honey, I'm sorry. I had no idea you sacrificed for us. The curse tormenting our family for generations—it's gone, thanks to you. Truly grateful.
Father and Mother plan a big party soon to announce the curse lifted and proclaim your. Please come—you're the star.
Before that, can we meet? Want to thank you in person, beg forgiveness for my wrongs. Honestly, I don't want the divorce. Thinking of you every day.
Pick place and date, reply. Waiting as a sinner regretting the past.
Ashley, who nagged him to leave daily, this humble? Surprising, fresh. And scary. She might've changed.
He crumpled it, tossed in the incinerator. Flames roared up.
"No reply. Erased you from my memory."
Headed to the gate for home. Balls ached again mid-stride. Twice with Hazel today, Melissa tonight—trouble. Random thoughts as he exited the gate, turned right.
"Naru!"
Casual call—thought friend. Turned: Lydia, face wrapped in white bandages, waiting instead of home. Dodging passersby in a corner, she rushed him.
"Why so late? Waited forever."
One eye peeked through bandages, smiling.
He blinked, confused.
"We had plans?"
"No."
"Then why wait?"
"Buy me food. Hungry."
"Food?"
Whoa, what's with her? This clingy? And brighter out here than in class.
"Food... sure."
Perfect. Cozy up, get her in tomorrow's lecture.
"Cravings?"
"Nah. You pick."
"Hmm. What sounds good."
"Hate restaurants. Quiet spot, cook ourselves. Forest outside capital?"
That far? Knew she avoided people over scars, but forest?
"Forest this late? Getting dark."
"Lame? Thought you'd like. Hmph."
"Me? Why?"
"No people, dark—perfect to fuck your disciple."
"!?"
His eyes widened. You! The peeper from earlier with Hazel!
"Grab market stuff quick, head to the forest."
Lydia hooked her arm in his, grinned.