The Female's Teacher and Textbook (2)
Around that time, in the headmistress’s office. Parin frowned as she listened to Miel’s report.
“So Gyeoul pushed your magic aside.”
Miel nodded.
“...”
“...”
Both the dark elf and the succubus sank into wordless thought. After a long silence, Parin opened her mouth as if to ask something, then stopped herself. Miel gave a small smile; the atmosphere alone had already told her what the older woman was thinking.
“It’s true. I didn’t imagine it.”
“...My apologies.”
“It’s fine. If I were in your position I’d have asked the same thing.”
“Still… if that isn’t the case, then…”
Parin rubbed her forehead and let out a heavy sigh.
“I thought it was far too convenient. Not long after a curse that gives women male organs begins to spread, a man who has been turned into a woman appears.”
“And at the very place where all the victims of that curse are gathered, no less.”
“We had already hypothesized that the succubus who cast the feminization spell on Gyeoul might be the same entity behind the futanari curse…”
“I did too.”
Gyeoul and the students were all victims of the same being, merely afflicted in different ways. Until now their theories had never gone beyond that simple fact. She was simply another victim.
But the idea that an ordinary human woman had brushed off the spell of a high succubus…
Miel asked carefully, “Could Gyeoul herself be the culprit?”
“...I don’t believe so,” Parin declared firmly. “As the one who has been placing her under hypnosis, I can guarantee it. No one has altered her personality, memories, or values in any other way.”
In other words—
“The human named Han Gyeoul truly was born in another world and dragged here as a victim.”
“Then what was that display? As a succubus I can promise you that simply being feminized doesn’t grant someone magical ability.”
“...”
“...”
Once again silence fell. Once again they pondered.
At last Parin murmured, “I do have one hypothesis.”
“Yeah?”
“The one who cursed the students with futanari and the one who cast feminization on Gyeoul is the same succubus. That much is nearly certain. What we don’t know is her purpose and true identity.”
“Right.”
“Yet among the people you know, there is no one capable of orchestrating something on this scale.”
“Exactly. That’s why we still can’t identify her.”
“...What if,” Parin continued with extreme caution, “it was a figure from the past?”
“What? The past?”
Miel’s brows knitted. “What are you saying? That a spell left behind by someone from the past activated late, or that they’ve resurrected? But even then, the only past figure powerful enough to do something like this would be one of the Five Great Demon Lords—”
Miel’s eyes flew wide open.
“P-Parin. Your hypothesis… you can’t mean…”
“What do you think?”
“What do I think…”
Miel ruffled her own hair in frustration, then finally groaned.
“...We’ll need to verify it.”
Parin spoke softly. “Tomorrow I will hold a private meeting with Gyeoul. I want you there as well.”
“Isn’t the situation already complicated enough with the princess and the current students?”
“It’s Gyeoul. Do you really think she would nurse a grudge against anyone for long?”
“...No, you’re right.”
After a brief silence—
“You won’t report this to the higher-ups, will you?”
“Only if a situation arises where I have no choice.”
“Understood.”
“Miel.” Parin let out a deep sigh. “I have no desire to harm Gyeoul either.”
“...I know. Damn it.”
Miel sighed as well.
“Sorry for being so prickly with you.”
“Thank you.”
“Hngh♡ Huu…♡ Hah♡”
Climax. Climax. Climax. Gyeoul’s hands were held tightly the entire time, never once let go.
At first, while Trisha was taking her virginity, Laia and Eladriel had held them. But after Trisha had climaxed five times in a row and finally collapsed as though she had fainted—despite seeming capable of punishing the female with pleasure forever—things changed.
When Laia fucked her, Eladriel held her hands. When Eladriel fucked her, Laia held them instead. They made sure Gyeoul never needed to reach out, never had room to feel terror amid the overwhelming pleasure and the sensation of her mind shattering.
They kept holding her. Firmly. Constantly.
In response, Gyeoul would clench her pussy around them in gratitude.
Once Trisha recovered, the three of them began taking turns. One would fuck her while the other two held her hands. A simple rule, but because it was so simple, it never went wrong.
Of course they didn’t limit themselves to her pussy. Today, especially for Trisha who had finally lost her virginity, Gyeoul offered her mouth and her ass as well.
“W-what is this…! Another, different feeling…♡”
“Huuuk♡ O-oooh…♡”
It was like a banquet. Yet the only dish on the table was Gyeoul herself, and even then they couldn’t monopolize her. Still, no one complained.
“Huok… ha♡ I’m cumming again…♡”
After yet another ejaculation—too many to count—Trisha collapsed forward. Unlike simple masturbation where one could simply lie there and stroke, mating required moving the entire body. Back muscles, abdominals, thighs; all the unfamiliar muscles were being taxed at once.
Not only that.
“Haa, ah…♡”
Having emptied her balls, Trisha sank into a hazy, floating euphoria. She couldn’t even muster strength in her fingertips. Yet she didn’t want to sleep. Not yet. She wanted to feel more pleasure. She wanted to taste Gyeoul a little longer.
Now it was her turn to hold Gyeoul’s hands. Eladriel, whose turn it was to use that pussy, released her grip and moved into position. She stared fixedly at the red, swollen folds still gurgling with thick semen.
“Haa…”
Then, as if squeezing the last drops from a crumpled tube, she pressed lightly on Gyeoul’s lower belly.
“Huuooook!?♡”
Gyeoul, who had been writhing in the aftershocks of endless orgasms, came again from the external pressure.
“M-Miss…!”
Her actual pronunciation was completely slurred—closer to “Agahee” or “Ahashi.” Her tongue no longer obeyed her.
“I-if you p-pwess wight now—”
“It’s my turn now, isn’t it?”
“Uhek♡”
Clear jealousy radiated from Eladriel as she slid her cock into the cum-slick hole.
Trisha thought while catching her breath. It was a strange sort of jealousy. Normal jealousy would be aimed at the person who caused it. In this case, that would mean anger toward Trisha or Laia. Yet Eladriel’s jealousy was directed solely at Gyeoul. It was like having no feelings whatsoever toward the mistress, but raging only at the unfaithful lover.
Wait, unfaithful lover? Mistress? …It was confusing; best not to overthink it.
‘Well.’
Trisha took the flailing Gyeoul’s hand again and thought, If it were me, I’d probably feel the same.
That Gyeoul was so unbearably lewd one couldn’t help but shove a cock inside her? That couldn’t be helped. The fact that Gyeoul’s lewdness was beyond endurance was an obvious truth everyone had to acknowledge. How could anyone blame the person who fell for such temptation?
If you said that to an ordinary woman it would be absurd nonsense. But Han Gyeoul was no ordinary woman. Was there any male alive who could resist if she truly set her mind to seducing him? None. Absolutely none.
And did it even have to be limited to males? Couldn’t she charm women just as easily? Even a woman who had only ever loved men and never once felt desire for another woman could be made to worship Gyeoul’s pussy, licking and sucking it like a devotee.
That was the kind of being Gyeoul was. A genius of lewdness.
Therefore Eladriel’s jealousy and the resulting anger were aimed only at Gyeoul, never at the others who had simply fallen victim to that same lewdness.
Still… did that mean Gyeoul stood above them?
“Hngk♡ S-save mwe, pwease save mwe—”
“Shut up and cum already, you filthy whore!”
“Ugh, kuh♡ Kek♡ D-die♡ Die on cock♡”
Or did she stand beneath them?
In the end, Trisha could not decide. Perhaps both were true at once. The two leashes were connected; the hand-holding was merely the line between them. Pull from one side and the other is dragged along. Pull from the other side and this side is dragged instead.
Trisha suddenly realized her mind was working clearly again. It was the first time since being cursed that her thoughts had returned so sharply. She had originally been a gifted woman expected to become the next empress, after all.
So… what should be done with a woman like Gyeoul?
“...Haa.”
She didn’t know. But one thing was certain: Gyeoul was pure and good-hearted. Even while hypnotized, the beauty of her inner self could not be hidden. Therefore Trisha was not worried.
She held Gyeoul’s hand with tender affection, lacing their fingers together so they interlocked completely. Gyeoul, who had been gasping under Eladriel’s furious thrusts, barely managed to turn her head and look at her.
“M-Missy♡”
Seeing that face, Trisha acted on pure impulse. Without deep thought, simply because she wanted to, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Gyeoul’s.
“Huuup♡”
The sticky tongue and lips carried a lewd, cum-sweet flavor. But if one wanted to kiss Gyeoul, that was only natural, so it didn’t disgust her at all.
Laia, watching the two of them kiss, let out a small “Ah,” and smiled awkwardly. She could already picture exactly what was about to happen.
“G-Y-E-O-U-L!!!!!!!!”
“Ugh!?!?♡♡ Kek!?♡”