The Professor's Secret Research (1)
A short while later, Tusma returned after being gone for a mere four minutes. He pulled the packaged pie from his magic inventory.
“Here you are, Professor. The pie. Please eat it before it gets cold.”
“Eek?! Y-you’re back already? T-that was fast.”
Professor Luluah’s face burned crimson as she scrambled up from Tusma’s bed.
“D-did you… see…?”
“If you mean the part where you were hugging my pillow with a blissful smile, then yes. I saw it perfectly.”
“Hyaah~!”
Professor Luluah buried her face in Tusma’s pillow once more, cheeks blazing. After a moment she calmed herself, rose from the bed, and sat in the chair.
“L-let’s start with the pie, shall we?”
“Haha, of course.”
Tusma pretended to open the package for the first time, lifting the lid and setting the pie before her. A rich, sweet aroma of butter filled the room.
“Ahem.”
Luluah cleared her throat and picked up a slice.
“Oh? This golden leaf-shaped decoration—is it genuine gold leaf? I wonder about its magic conductivity. And the density of this crust…”
Professor Luluah rattled off scholarly terms in an obvious attempt to justify herself. Anyone could tell the claim that the pie was needed for research was pure pretext, yet her desperate effort to hide her true feelings was utterly adorable.
“Hmm… Well then, I suppose I should taste it.”
The instant Professor Luluah sank her teeth into the pie, her eyes widened in rapture. The crisp pastry and sweet honey exploded across her tongue. And beneath that, an unidentifiable flavor…
“Mmm…! T-this is…!”
Professor Luluah’s expression filled with shock.
Oh no! Did she notice the semen?
Thanks to the awakening of his Paint of Corruption, Tusma’s semen had become special. Rather than carrying a strange odor, it was perceived as a delicious aroma that stimulated the appetite. Naturally, even if someone tasted it, they wouldn’t recognize it as semen and would mistake it for a delectable sauce instead.
He had thought he could get away with it, but perhaps he had been wrong?
“It’s even more delicious than last time!”
Fortunately, she hadn’t noticed. On the contrary, Tusma’s special semen was lewdly stimulating Professor Luluah’s tongue, making her perceive it as even more exquisite.
Whew. Thought I was busted there.
“It’s good. Really good. Mmm~ Mmm~”
Professor Luluah happily devoured the pie thick with Tusma’s semen. The sight was so lovable that Tusma found himself smiling without realizing it.
“Is it to your liking, Professor?”
“Ah. Ahem! It is merely an academically interesting flavor for research purposes! Do not misunderstand!”
Luluah floundered for an excuse as she reached for another slice. While she was distractedly eating, Tusma slid right beside her. The moment his firm thigh pressed against her soft one, Luluah’s body gave a visible shiver.
“Professor.”
“W-what is it!”
“There’s cream on the corner of your mouth.”
Instead of fetching a handkerchief, Tusma gently wiped the cream away with his own finger. A mere commoner daring to touch the lips of a twenty-star grand noble—the pinnacle of aristocracy. Under normal circumstances, such an act could warrant immediate execution.
“Hyaah…”
Yet at his touch, Professor Luluah’s face only flushed hotter, as if it might burst.
“Ah?!”
Realizing her face had reddened, Professor Luluah tried to hide it by suddenly raising her voice in feigned anger.
“Y-you insolent cur…! How dare you touch the lips of a grand noble so freely! I-I shall forgive you… just this once……”
She had meant to sound angry but ended up forgiving him immediately. Embarrassed by her own words, Luluah felt her face burning again and shot up from her chair.
In that instant—
“Eek?!”
Professor Luluah suddenly lost her footing and began tumbling backward.
“Professor!”
In the cramped space the accident happened too fast. Tusma reached out to catch her, but as if fate itself were playing a prank, his own foot slipped as well.
Thump!
Their bodies tangled together and they both collapsed onto the old bed.
Squish~!
“Ahng~!”
One of Tusma’s hands unintentionally pressed down on Professor Luluah’s full, soft breast. His other hand happened to land on the delicate inner flesh of her thigh.
“I-I’m sorry, Professor! I slipped and—”
Tusma apologized, yet made no move to get off her. Instead, he secretly added pressure with the hand on her thigh, gently squeezing the tender flesh.
“Huup…!”
A frail moan slipped from Professor Luluah’s lips. She knew she ought to push him away, but strength refused to return to her body. Tusma’s burning body heat, his masculine scent, and his overwhelming presence had completely paralyzed her reason.
“Haaauu…”
Above all else…
From his lower half, his massive cock was visibly swelling—frighteningly hard and hot—even through his pants.
“M-move, you rude bastard…! T-this sort of thing… I-I’ll forgive you just this once.”
“How many times exactly are you planning to forgive me, Professor?”
Ignoring her words, Tusma lowered his head and whispered into her ear.
“And do you truly… want me to move? Your body seems to be craving me.”
His hot breath tickled her ear, sending goosebumps racing across her entire body. She tried to protest, but Luluah’s body was responding with complete honesty. The panties beneath her skirt had already grown soaking wet, and an unbearable heat bloomed from her lower abdomen.
The reason for her sudden, violent arousal was obviously the Paint of Corruption. Having just savored the pie laced with Tusma’s semen, its effects were exploding through her.
“I-I was only… trying to conduct research…”
“I saw through that excuse ages ago.”
“Ahup…”
Luluah’s resistance melted away. She grew docile, then looked up at Tusma with moist, glistening eyes.
What an absolutely lovable woman. Isn’t she just too cute?
Tusma gently covered Professor Luluah’s lips with his own. Peck. Smooch. Peck. Peck. At first light and gentle, then gradually deeper and more passionate. For a woman who had lived two thousand two hundred years, this was her first kiss. Luluah could not keep her senses. She abandoned all resistance, closed her eyes, and surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure as Tusma guided her.
“Haaauup…”
The first kiss with Professor Luluah was sweet. Not because of the pie, but because her tongue itself tasted genuinely sweet. Perhaps it was the unique flavor of her bodily fluids, granted to her through the influence of magic.
Peck. Smooch.
How long did they kiss like that? The fierce, deep kiss—tongues tangling wildly—finally ended. Both of them gazed at each other, breathing hard.
Professor Luluah’s face was flushed like ripe fruit. Her eyes glistened with pleasure and desire.
“Haa… Haa… You scoundrel… To think you would… t-take my first kiss…”
“It is an honor, Professor. Since it’s your first kiss in two thousand two hundred years, it seems you felt it quite intensely.”
Tusma slid his fingers along her thigh and lightly stroked her outer lips over her panties.
“Hyaah…!”
“To get this wet from nothing but a kiss.”
Tusma grinned mischievously as he traced her soaked panties with his finger. He rubbed her labia gently through the drenched fabric, and Luluah trembled with shame. Yet because his words were true, she could offer no rebuttal.
Aah… What do I do… It feels too good…
Professor Luluah instinctively realized she had already crossed a river from which there was no return.
“Shall we take things further?”
“Uup…”
Tusma began unbuttoning her blouse one by one. Her pale skin appeared, along with a pink lace bra that barely contained her voluptuous breasts.
“As expected… They’re magnificent.”
Marveling, Tusma gently squeezed her breast over the bra. A soft yet elastic sensation filled his palm.
“Hyaah…! Y-you bastard…!”
“You don’t like it? Then I’ll stop and obediently accept my punishment.”
The moment Tusma removed his hand, Professor Luluah immediately surrendered.
“T-that’s not what I meant… M-more strongly…”
Luluah whispered, nearly in tears.
“Haha, then I must grant your wish.”
As requested, Tusma unhooked her bra and strongly pinched and twisted the pink nipple that lewdly sprang free.
“Haaauuuung~!!”
Hearing the cry of pleasure burst from her lips, Tusma unzipped his pants. The giant dragon he had been suppressing finally revealed itself.
“Huup…!”
Luluah swallowed hard at the overwhelming size of the cock before her. It had been impressive in the forest, but seeing it this close again, its intimidating presence surpassed imagination. The reddened glans looked ready to pierce anything at any moment, and the thick, pulsing veins throbbed with raw vitality.
“Now, Professor… shall we continue our research?”
“W-what research…”
“Component analysis, of course. Tasting it directly with your mouth would be the most accurate method, wouldn’t it?”
At Tusma’s devilish whisper, Luluah’s reason completely snapped. As if in a trance, she reached out and grasped his hot, rigid cock. After a brief hesitation, she carefully shifted position and brought his massive member to her lips.
An unknown, mystical texture. Professor Luluah awkwardly extended her tongue and licked the tip of the glans.
“Mmm…”
The flavor from Tusma’s glans was somehow exquisite. She couldn’t understand why a cock would taste so good, but it didn’t matter. Right now she could think of nothing but devouring the captivating shaft before her eyes.
The Paint of Corruption began to dominate all of Professor Luluah’s senses.
“Haaup… Uup…”
Like a baby nursing, Professor Luluah desperately took his cock into her mouth. Her jaw ached from stretching so wide, yet because of its enormous size, barely half of it fit. Still she refused to give up. Using her tongue, lips, and the soft inner flesh of her cheeks, she began offering Tusma her most earnest, desperate service.