Please Be My Supervising Professor (1)
Jenia chatted a bit more with Ashley before leaving her room and heading straight to Naru's.
"Ahh! Ahh! Hiiing! Hngh!"
The moment she opened the door, the scent of night-blooming flowers assaulted her nose, and a wave of steamy heat hit her. Her brother was pounding away at April with powerful piston thrusts. Every time his cock slammed in, April's blue tail twitched and jerked wildly.
"Hah, hah! Still up?"
"Got something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Ashley. Wants to be a maid."
"Yeah? Got it. Hah! Hah!"
"Ahng! Hing! Ahh! Aahng!"
Jenia glanced down at the floor. Her brother's discarded clothes were strewn everywhere. She picked them up one by one and draped them over her arm.
"Why're you taking my clothes?"
"Gotta... wash 'em."
"You gonna do it? Hah! Hah!"
"No maids around, so who else? Can't have your clothes stinking around people—ruins your dignity, bro."
"What about Ashley?"
"She's sleeping. Starting her maid duties tomorrow."
"Ah... thanks. Haa, haa! Nghhh! So tight!"
"Haaaang!"
Naru and April cried out in unison. Cum filled her pussy to the brim and overflowed, soaking the sheets. They pulled each other close and shared a long, deep kiss.
"I love you, Naru... love you so much..."
"I love you too."
After those sweet words, they kissed again, and Naru's cock—already rock-hard once more—slid smoothly back into April's pussy.
"Ah! Ah! Eung! Hngh!"
April's ecstatic moans filled the room once again.
"......"
Jenia watched the scene stone-faced before slipping out of the room. In the living room, she stripped naked, fetched the water she'd prepared earlier that day, and hand-washed her clothes along with Naru's. She'd camped plenty in the past, so laundry was no big deal. She scrubbed them thoroughly, wrung them out, shook them flat, and hung them on the line. Then she headed to bed.
She hadn't done much today, but a yawn escaped anyway. The pitch-black room held not a single lit candle. She flung the window wide open to let in the moon's yin energy.
"Haa."
The serene energy from the moon felt good. She lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. All sorts of thoughts swirled in her mind.
Living away from home in a strange place wasn't easy. It was scary and uncomfortable. Especially here, right in the heart of enemy territory. In crowded areas, she had to bow her head like a criminal and wrap herself head to toe in stuffy robes every day. Her life could end at any moment, and no one would bat an eye.
But the reason she could endure it all was...
"......"
Jenia quietly lifted what she held in her hand. She stared at the thin, lightweight fabric.
Bro's panties...
Fresh panties soaked with the scent of her brother, who'd worn them all day. Her prized target. She'd snuck them out earlier during laundry.
"Eung..."
She pressed them to her nose and inhaled deeply. Recalling the cum her brother had just shot brought a smile to her face.
"Aah... so fragrant..."
Her hand slipped between her legs. Her already soaked slit greedily welcomed the intruding fingers, twitching eagerly.
"Brooo... eung..."
Squelch, squelch. Every rub against her wet pussy made lewd little sounds echo softly.
The reason she could live in this dangerous place was her beloved brother being here. Being together made her happy.
"Haa, haa, haeung."
Her rubbing hand sped up. With her other hand clutching the panties, she kneaded her breast, imagining her brother's hot body and sturdy cock over and over.
Even though you ditched me and left, I hate you so much, only looking at other bitches, it's disgusting, teasing me with that rock-hard cock.
So cool.
"Kgh! Bro...! Aang, aang, aaang."
Seeing him erect right in front of her made her forgive everything—she wanted to throw herself at him right then and there. He was that irresistibly attractive.
Schlick, schlick. Her fingers plunged deeper, and her sopping pussy let out even lewder noises.
"Haaaaah...! Brooo...!"
Imagining Naru's cock thrusting into her, Jenia climaxed. Her pussy spasmed, squirting juices like a fountain.
Thud.
"Haa, haa. Haa..."
Jenia smiled faintly, her face weary but satisfied. It had felt so good. Content with herself, her eyes drifted shut. She fell asleep with that smile on her face.
The next morning.
"I'll come back once my business is done."
"I'll be waiting. Take care."
"I don't wanna say goodbye."
April clung to me, tears streaming down her face. I stroked her back to comfort her.
"I'll visit Migad when the academy's on break."
"You have to come. Sniff, sniff..."
April had to head home for her own business. She managed a grand, flashy hotel in the seaside city of Migad, so she couldn't stay away too long.
"Girl! Portal's closing! Hurry up!"
Illar waved and laughed from the other side. April reluctantly pulled away from me, sniffling.
"I'll miss you so much I might cry every night."
"Me too, probably."
We shared a quick kiss. With great effort, she stepped through the portal, waving tearfully from the other side.
"Take care till we meet again!"
"Stay healthy too, Princess!"
Pop! The portal snapped shut. I wistfully caressed the friendship ring from Illar on my finger. The ring's portal function to Migad needed days to recharge after one use. Meaning, if we wanted, we could see each other again soon. She'd just put on a whole dramatic farewell scene like we wouldn't meet for ages.
Our relationship had escalated that much in just a few days—we were head over heels, couldn't stand to be apart.
"Sleeping together every night was so nice..."
She was my first official girlfriend since breaking up with Ashley. Melissa was a fuckbuddy, and Lydia and Angelina—whose virginities I'd taken and promised to take responsibility for—hadn't even told their parents we were dating yet. So we couldn't meet openly. Queen Isabella, pregnant with my child, had to keep our affair ultra-secret, even on pain of death. April was the only one I could proudly show off to the world.
Well, not quite—since her father Illar had given his blessing for marriage, she was my fiancée now.
Anyway, my love had left, so time to live my life. Another energetic day began. Time for a hearty breakfast and off to the academy.
Buzdra Academy had been closed for a week after the rebellion was quashed. First day back in ages. Hope the kids were doing okay.
I entered the first-floor dining room and caught Ashley getting scolded by Jenia.
"You really don't know anything?"
"S-sorry, miss... I tried, but... it's all burnt and tastes awful..."
"What's going on?"
I approached, and Jenia pointed to the pots lined up on the table.
"Check this out."
Each pot held some mystery slop. The burnt smell was bad enough, but the visuals alone made me want to puke. Ashley glanced at me nervously and swallowed hard.
"D-dear. I-I'll make it again."
"Forget it. We'll just eat out."
She flinched at my cold tone, her face crumpling like she might cry.
"S-sorry..."
"Spend that time doing the dishes."
I left the dining room and headed to my room.
"Gotta hire a maid who can actually cook."
Ashley can handle cleaning. Once her family's place is rebuilt, send her back. Having her wait on me feels off anyway.
Better if we just live separately.
Thinking that, I changed clothes. Jenia opened the door and came in.
"When you coming home?"
"Around evening? Why, miss me already?"
I teased, and she recoiled in disgust.
"Don't grin like an idiot. Don't you know I hate you?"
"I like you, though."
"Sh-shut up."
"Why do you hate me?"
"You don't know?"
"Leaving home? Couldn't be helped. If word got out I was the Hero, you, Dad, and Mom wouldn't have survived."
"Dad could've confessed everything to his lord, Lord Kelhabaine of Punishment, and sworn true loyalty."
"No way in hell. Guess you can't betray your roots."
"Idiot. Moron."
"Thanks."
"If it were me, I'd have turned those two corpses in the basement into undead and put 'em to work. But you? Wasting perfectly good bodies. Too soft."
"Look at you, talking scary shit. Anyone else, maybe, but not those women. Even using them that way is horrifying. Hey, don't touch 'em, okay?"
"I won't. They're yours, not mine."
"Smart girl."
I grinned and shut the wardrobe door.
"Heading out now, bro. Get along with Ashley."
"......"
I left my pouting, arms-crossed little sister behind and stepped out. Clank. As I opened the front gate, a carriage passing by halted. The door opened, revealing a familiar face.
"Hey, Sir Naru. Off to work?"
It was Duke Neville. Lived right next door, so we bumped into each other often.
"Ah, yes. To the academy."
"Perfect timing. Hop in—I'll drop you. On my way to take my daughter anyway."
Alicia sat across from him. She met my eyes and huffed, turning away.
What to do?
I hesitated briefly, then boarded without a second thought.
"Thanks for the ride."
Curious about the duke's carriage comfort, I climbed in. Soon after...
An interesting remark came from Neville's mouth.
"I... want to become your patron."
His eyes were dead serious.