Painting Lydia's Body (2)
"Where are we going?"
"Just gotta do something quick."
"You aren't seriously planning to fuck me for real, are you?"
"Hey, hey, it's not like that. We're going to run an experiment."
"Yeah, right. I can tell you're dragging me to some secluded spot to fuck me like you did Hazel. You perverted assistant professor."
"I said it's not."
We had left the capital and were walking through the forest with Lydia. The evening sunset was blocked by the dense trees, making the woods a bit dim. I poked through the underbrush with the stick in my hand.
"I think I heard goblins used to show up around here a lot... No footprints or shit anywhere..."
"Looking for goblins?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Need 'em for an experiment."
"What kind?"
"You'll see when it happens."
Since we were already in the forest, I planned to test the semen volume enhancer. I figured I'd dose a goblin—similar in physiology and long-term structure to humans—to check if the drug worked properly. But I couldn't exactly tell her that. Saying it was to increase semen volume would make me sound like a total perv.
"Found it."
Not just tracks—by sheer luck, I'd stumbled on a goblin cave.
"Human bones right at the entrance."
"Shh, get down."
We lay flat side by side on a hill overlooking the goblin cave and scanned the area. An empty cave mouth, not a single goblin in sight. I pulled out the semen volume enhancer from my bag and measured out a capful of the drug.
"Pour this in here and mix it up like chop chop chop..."
I dumped it into the wine bottle and stirred. Then I left it near the cave with the meat I'd bought from the butcher and hurried back.
"What are you doing? Why leave bait?"
"Just watch quietly."
A moment later, a lone male goblin emerged from the cave. It sniffed the air, waddled toward the smell, spotted the booze and meat, and its eyes bulged as it started devouring everything greedily. I memorized its appearance before carefully retreating.
"Okay, let's head back. Up you go."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Now let's grab some food."
I'd check the results tomorrow. It needed time to mate, after all. Or the drug might kill it first if something went wrong. I'd observe for a few days straight; if nothing showed, I'd assume it croaked.
"Know a good spot to build a campfire?"
"Not sure. Let's look."
We found a small clearing, set up camp, and lit a fire.
"This fire... it's okay?"
"As long as it's not too big. Keep the heat low. Make it weak, like it'll flicker out in the wind."
"Got it."
Night had fully fallen. Amid distant beast howls, I laid chicken skewers—stuffed with green onions—on the wire rack over the flames.
"You drink?"
"Yeah, I can handle it."
I poured her some wine, then myself. Academy twelfth-years were all adults anyway—no issue there. Before the skewers were done, we clinked glasses.
"To our first date."
"This a date?"
"A date with my student."
"What kind of date is this?"
"Nice having a chance to talk with you. Might as well get real close."
"Close enough to fuck me?"
"I said no. Misunderstanding. Hazel had her reasons. Oh, these are done. Try one."
I handed her a skewer from the fire.
"Hot, so be careful. Blow on it like hoo hoo."
"I'm not a kid."
Lydia cautiously tore into the meat and grinned brightly.
"Tastes good."
Good to hear. Though sorry, Lydia, but it kinda looked like a mummy sitting across from me. Felt like I'd befriended a dungeon mummy and we were sharing drinks.
"Guess I'll try. Mmm. Nice, good stuff."
We ate in silence, too hungry for talk. Hadn't eaten since lunch at the academy cafeteria.
"The smoky flavor is killer."
We polished off the first skewers and clinked glasses again. I handed her a second one and dove into real conversation.
"Why'd you suddenly ask me to eat today?"
"Just... Angelina, Hazel—they all get along great with you, Professor. Felt like I was the only one who didn't."
"You knew, huh."
"Kids like me probably wish I'd vanish from class, right? Total headache who won't listen."
"Never thought that. I'll look after you too."
"Surprisingly sweet."
"Teacher's duty."
"Did you fuck Hazel the same way?"
"Cough! Cough! Hey! That was just filling her needs—she's the one obsessed with lewd stuff!"
"Filling needs, huh. Heh heh."
Lydia laughed as she gnawed her skewer. After chewing a few times, she looked at me again.
"Can you fill my needs too?"
"What's that?"
"Wanna swing a sword wild and free. No holding back."
"So do it. Your limbs work fine."
"Can't."
Her gaze dropped weakly.
"Scared of how people look at my ugly body."
Looking into Lydia's eyes stirred pity. Full-body burns at the peak of beauty—how brutal.
"How'd you get burned?"
"Dragon breath."
"Dragon...? Wasn't it a fire?"
"You seemed like you'd bail quick, so I bullshitted."
What?
"Didn't trust me, huh."
"Stranger and all."
"Fair. Thanks for coming closer now anyway."
"Wanna be more honest?"
"More bullshit?"
"Today. Coming here."
Lydia grabbed the bottle instead of her glass and chugged. She could drink, alright—not amateur hour. One or two bottles were nothing.
"Ahh~ Sweet booze! Nice vibe here!"
She wiped her lips with a pleased smile. Her lips were wrinkled from burns too.
"Truth is."
She paused, then spoke.
"I came to get fucked by you. Saw you with Hazel earlier—figured a prof who bangs students in class must lack morals enough to fuck an ugly girl like me too. Perverted enough for weird kinks, right?"
"Ahem!"
I cleared my throat awkwardly and sipped my drink. Weirdo perv? That how I looked? Shocking.
"Wanted to try sex. Back when Hazel carried those dirty books everywhere, everyone else went to lectures, left me alone in class—bored, y'know? Snuck peeks at her stuff. Whoa... mind-blowing. Zoned out for days, nothing stuck."
Lydia chugged the bottle again. Hey, slow down—that was our only one.
"Wanted to try it once. Then the perv prof shows up. Felt like now or never—obvious no guy would sleep with me. So I figured I'd snag you."
"As a weirdo?"
"Yeah. Too much? Sorry. I'm blunt. Can't talk pretty like Angelina or Hazel."
"Sigh."
I exhaled deeply.
"You're misunderstanding."
Wait. Actually, perfect. Chance to paint Lydia's body with semen. Opportunity knocking. Already the perv prof—any sleazy line would fit. That's me, right?
I eyed her expectantly.
"Wanna do it for real then?"
"Do what?"
"Sex."
"Sex?"
"Haha, kidding."
"Why? You came thinking we'd do it."
"What about Hazel? You two sneak around."
What nonsense.
"Not doing it 'cause of Hazel?"
"Yeah. Don't wanna steal someone else's man. Hit me here. I'm crazy."
I lazily wagged my index finger.
"Lydia, big misunderstanding."
Time for the truth, sorta. Where to start? My semen gaining mystical powers? The bet with Vera?
I explained from the bet onward.
"You know Hazel's lewd obsession. Begged me for sex. Swear—no dirty thoughts. Thanks to Vera I mentioned, my semen got mystical effects. Thought maybe it'd cure her excessive lust. That's why."
Half-truth, half-lie. Truth: filled her lust, didn't cure. Lie: advertised semen's powers to slather on Lydia's scars.
"Know Hazel's grades improved? My semen. Anyway, that's it. Believe I'm not dating her?"
"Ah..."
Lydia nodded, convinced.
"Wow. Prof's cum is amazing."
"So here's the thing..."
Now the pitch.
"Wanna test it on you."
"Test what?"
"Your burn scars. See if my semen heals them."
"......"
Silence fell. Lydia blinked repeatedly, speechless. Talked fucking so casually before—now tense for real?
"...So I gotta have sex with you?"
"Nah. I can jerk off alone."
Fantasy fuel with her right there.
"How do you apply it?"
"Slather it thick on your scars."
"All over my body?"
"Yeah."
"Right here?"
"Now'd be good. Can't make much. Just once today."
"......"
Questions piled up—Lydia suddenly cautious.
"Not fucking me 'cause my body's gross?"
"No, no, misunderstanding. Protecting your virginity. If it heals clean, find a good guy, marry. Thinking of your future."
"You'll see me naked."
"True."
"Then I gotta marry you?"
"Hey, naked ain't it. Hymen's what matters."
"I said earlier."
Lydia stroked the empty bottle shyly.
"Came here wanting sex. Might as well do it. If not, I'll think you're dodging 'cause I'm disgusting."
Tremor in her voice. Campfire light showed curiosity about sex in her eyes. Freshly adult—raging hormones. Ah. Another virgin lost today among the world's masses.
"Alright. Let's unwrap the bandages first."
I dusted my hands and stood.