Becoming the Supervising Professor (3)

"Come on in. Congratulations on the award from the Queen."

The principal, Robert, greeted me warmly and looked healthy as ever. His white hair was thick, his back straight, and though there were a few age spots on his face, his skin had a rich, vibrant tone.

"Thank you. I heard you were looking for me."

"I have something to tell you. Have a seat first."

I sat on the sofa.

"Do you like black tea?"

"Yes, I do."

"Iced or hot?"

"Iced, please."

"Thirsty in the morning, right? Wait a moment."

The principal personally brewed the black tea. When the water was lukewarm, he conjured ice with magic on the spot and dropped it into the cup with a plop. He heated his own tea right there too, steam rising from the cup.

"Here, drink up."

"Thank you."

The principal sat across from me. I took a sip of the black tea. Unlike the astringent taste I'd had elsewhere, this high-quality brew was refreshingly sweet. Delicious.

"Mm."

Robert set down his cup after sipping.

"Do you remember we recently formed a sister-school alliance with the neighboring kingdom's Shredder Academy?"

"Yes, I do. I was shocked to see the Mercenary King Shredder himself visit our academy—someone I'd only heard rumors about."

"To strengthen ties between Shredder Academy and our Buzdra Academy, we're holding a sister-school friendly match called the First Ode to Valor Tournament. There are two events: one for students and one for professors."

Something annoying was coming my way. Ugh... no. Principal, please don't say it. No, no.

"I'd like you to participate in both events. You're our academy's rising star these days. Wouldn't that be great?"

Oh god. The principal took another sip of tea and set it down, smiling happily as he continued.

"It'll be a huge event with crowds watching. You'll become an even more famous assistant professor, and your name will spread across the neighboring kingdom."

"When is it?"

"Next weekend."

That's too soon, isn't it?

"But... I'm not a student or a full professor, so don't I lack the qualifications?"

"Participate as the supervising professor guiding the competing students."

The principal pulled an appointment letter from under the table and handed it to me. It officially appointed me as a temporary professor for the Ode to Valor Tournament.

"You're showing the best teaching form at our academy right now, so I'm entrusting this to you. It'll help your educator resume, build your reputation, and be a great experience all around."

When did he prepare this? Well... I'm an adventurer, not afraid of challenges—but that's when it's just me. Teaching students for a tournament is different. Will they even listen to me? What if there's a headache among them?

"Have you selected the students yet?"

"Not yet. This afternoon, we'll discuss with the professors and pick the five most outstanding recent performers."

"I see. And which professors are competing?"

"Melissa first and foremost. She's the youngest among them, so she'll be a big help alongside you, right?"

The principal beamed at me. My lips curled up involuntarily.

Melissa's competing too.

Would I get to see her warrior days again? I pictured her fierce, swinging a sword in that metal bikini armor—a wild, valiant female warrior through and through.

'What are you staring at, you punk? Huh? Wanna die? Ptooey!'

Hard to believe the rough-talking woman from a few years ago was now a professor. Come to think of it, she softened after marriage. Even more after the divorce. Time had tamed her. Wonder if she still fights like a beast. Or does she jump at the sight of blood now that she's retired so long?

"I'll let you know the student roster this afternoon. Train them well until next weekend. Winning the inaugural tournament carries special weight, so I'd love for us to take it."

The principal patted my back. I decided to take it on. Not a bad experience. Win or lose, it'd be fun.

"I'll head out then."

"Let's have lunch together."

"Yes, see you at lunch."

Whoa, honey was dripping from Principal Robert's eyes. How did I end up this adored without realizing? Bewildering, but not bad. I chuckled softly and left the office.

"Wonder which five students... Hope Angelina, Lydia, and Hazel make it."

Not just bias—among the 12th-years, they'd stand out most. Top grades lately, and they listen well. Easy to coach for the tournament. If not, I can discipline them with my dick.

"Assistant Professor! Why are you so late!"

The kids went wild as I entered the RS Class classroom.

"We missed you!"

Angelina teared up, making a fuss.

"Touch my pussy, please. It's drooling. Haaah... do it quick..."

Hazel spewed vulgarities from morning.

"Mom says she's dying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to see Tom. When will you make time?"

Lydia giggled, urging me to fuck her mom.

"Kids, calm down. I'll do you one by one. Let me set my bag down."

I hung my coat on the rack and naturally stepped into the portable tub. Ritual upon arriving at the academy. Only then can the kids have a happy day.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

While waiting in the tub, they played to decide order.

"Who first?"

"Me, me! I won!"

Hazel rushed in. I drew the curtain.

She yanked down her panties and presented her skirt-hidden ass.

"Why haven't you dropped your pants yet! Pull out your dick and shove it in!"

"Hey, calm down. Still 30 minutes till class."

"I want two rounds!"

"Don't worry. I'll make you cum every three minutes."

"You cum too fast. No fair!"

I dropped my pants and pulled out my dick. Not fully hard yet, so Hazel hurriedly sucked it.

Slurp, slurp! She sucked vigorously.

"Ugh... Hazel, you're killing me... sucks so good..."

"Assistant Professor's dick is yummy. Churp, chup! Jup, slurp!"

After thirty-plus fucks with me, she was a pro now. Big trouble—she'd be misunderstood on her wedding night. After Angelina and Lydia, maybe collect her too.

Thwack! My instantly erect dick lightly slapped her cheek. Squatting, she looked up grinning.

"Mmm, Assistant Professor's dick got so firm. Love it."

"Turn around."

"Y-yes, fuck me quick."

Hazel stuttered in anticipation. I hiked her skirt and thrust in; she moaned happily. Love juices leaked out.

Smack! Smack! I pounded hard.

"Aahn! Hngh!"

"Quiet, they'll hear outside."

"D-don't care! Mmph...! Ungh...! Eut, hng! So sensitive after days without!"

"You could've come find me."

"We three visited, but Melissa blocked us—wouldn't tell your new place! Thought I'd go mad! Ngh! Kgh! Hiaang!"

Ah, that happened. Melissa ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cut them off.

"Hate Professor Melissa, she's mean. Aaangh!"

"Don't badmouth the professor."

"We trash ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her all the time. Hehe. Ahng! Uuung! Pull my hair."

I grabbed a fistful of her back hair, yanked, and slammed my hips up. Her moans grew louder; her pussy clenched tight. Narrow, slick walls felt amazing.

Oh ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right, activate the penis ring. Can't stain uniforms, so hold ejaculation max. This ring's handy.

Suddenly, the curtain opened. Lydia peeked, eyeing us alternately. She smirked lewdly at Hazel getting doggy-fucked, held by my hips.

"Heh heh heh."

"Why're you here? You're on lookout."

"Angelina's watching."

"Aang! Eut! Hieeung!"

"Feeling good, Hazel?"

"Y-yeah! F-finish me! Haaang!"

"I wanna go too. Assistant Professor, pull out quick and put it in me?"

A dumb laugh escaped me.

"That'd be a threesome."

"So? Never done one?"

Hazel panted curses.

"Fuck off, bitch! Haaang! Ang! Ang!"

"I wanna go quick too."

Lydia ignored her, entered the tub, dropped her panties. She grabbed my hand to her pussy.

"Ung... nice."

Soft, squishy, hot, and soaked. Lydia, usually reserved, this wet? She'd held back hard. For her sake, I activated God Touch and shoved my middle finger in.

Now, pounding Hazel with dick, fingering Lydia. Multitasking sex now? First time pleasuring two at once.

"Um..."

Angelina peeked through the curtain too.

"S-still far...?"

Her eyes begged for fingering like Lydia. She knew it was far but peeked anyway. I'd grant it.

"Come kiss me."

"Heehee, yes!"

Teaching three students ain't easy. Hand, mouth, dick in perfect harmony for their love and respect. I wielded the three treasures masterfully for admiration.

And that afternoon, the roster for the First Ode to Valor Tournament was announced.

The professors... looked like they had no intention of winning. And the students... I headed straight to the principal's office. To exclude Alicia.