In the Cafeteria, You Must Eat Delicious Pussy (1)
The lingering afterglow of last night’s frenzy stretched on for a long time. Tusma’s body still carried the faint, mingled scents of the two beauties’ perfume and skin, and his mind brimmed with perfect conquest and the thirst to dominate. He was no longer a mere bread shuttle. He had become the invisible king, secretly controlling Bloody Rose, one of the delinquent-girl factions among the first-year students at the Imperial Magic Academy.
But I have no intention of resting on the throne. My hunting ground has only just begun to expand.
Tusma’s next target was clear: Elara Bonhelm, the queen of Golden Iris. To tame that arrogant golden-haired lioness, he first had to clip the wings and claws of the two faction members who served her.
Last night he had pressed his head together—no, his cock together—with those two cum-dumpster beauties and woven a cunning plan. The first step was to throw out bait. And the perfect person to act as that bait was none other than Elara’s rival, Ruriel Basium.
“Ruriel, did you understand my instructions?”
It was lunchtime, in a quiet corner of the academy cafeteria. While still pretending to be the bread shuttle, Tusma acted as her living footstool and whispered so only she could hear. His head was bowed, yet his gaze remained locked on the thin black strings of the T-panties peeking from beneath her skirt. Every breath he exhaled sent a faint warmth brushing against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
“Hmph. Why should I obey the orders of a mere commoner…?” Ruriel answered in a deliberately icy tone, stabbing a piece of meat with her fork. Yet the end of her voice trembled faintly. The thigh beneath his stare twitched on its own, unable to suppress the rising heat. The secret place between her legs grew wet without permission, forcing her to bite her lower lip. This twisted situational play, this hidden depravity, excited her beyond reason.
“Then let’s call it a wish instead of an order, Ruriel. A tiny little wish offered by your loyal dog.”
When Tusma once again played the pathetic bread shuttle and used polite honorifics, Ruriel’s shoulders quivered lightly. The brutal conqueror from last night had been wonderful, but watching him submit to her in front of everyone delivered an entirely different kind of pleasure. She could feel the other students staring at her with envy and admiration while regarding the man beneath her feet with contempt. Shiver after shiver ran through her. The thought that only she and her fellow cum dumpsters knew his true nature filled her with overwhelming superiority.
“A wish, you say… Do you really think I have any reason to grant the wish of trash like you?”
“Of course not. But this particular wish is ultimately for your benefit as well, Lady Ruriel. Isn’t it the perfect chance to drag down Elara—that constant thorn in your side?”
Tusma’s voice dripped like honey. When his warm breath ghosted across her bare thigh, Ruriel drew in a sharp gasp. A tingling thrill raced outward from the spot he had touched.
“Mmh…”
“Only you can do it, Ruriel. No—only you are capable of it. The only person who can strike at that detestable woman’s weakest point is you, the sole rival who can stand against her within the academy.”
His words were artfully crafted. They did not sound like manipulation; they sounded like recognition and trust in her ability. The way he gently stroked her pride made Ruriel’s heart waver. Above all, the temptation of personally hurling her lifelong rival into the abyss was almost impossible to resist. Simply imagining Elara’s perfect face twisting in despair sent a spine-chilling surge of ecstasy through her.
“Well~ I wonder what I should do~? I’m not yet convinced this is worth my personal effort.”
In truth, Ruriel was acting. As decided last night, she intended to serve as the bait. Right now she was simply drunk on the situational play of queen and bread shuttle. She wanted to tease him a little longer and savor the role of the merciful master reluctantly granting her desperate servant’s plea.
“My, my. When your personal footrest begs so earnestly? When he offers to devote his entire body for his master’s glory, you won’t even give him the opportunity?”
Tusma spoke with feigned servility and slyly slid his hand upward. His fingers began to gently caress the smooth skin of her thigh above the stocking.
“Hah!”
Ruriel let out a tiny moan before she could stop herself. His lewd touch crept higher, slowly tracing toward the softest, most sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. She fought desperately not to make a sound because of the surrounding eyes, yet every place his fingers brushed burst into flame. Soon his hand stopped at the innermost part of her thigh, right at the entrance to her secret flower.
“Oh? There seems to be a button here that grants wishes?”
The tip of his finger pressed firmly against her most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of the T-panties.
“B-button…?”
“Yes, Ruriel. It’s the pussy button that forces you to obey me.”
Squeeze~!!
“Haaang~!!”
Tusma pressed hard on Ruriel’s pussy over her panties. The moment her clit was stimulated through the soaked cloth, she arched her upper body and shuddered with pleasure. The secret mischief beneath the table threatened to bleach her mind white.
“Hmm, is the button broken? One press doesn’t seem to be enough. Maybe the wish only comes true after multiple presses?”
Press, press, press, press, presspresspresspress!!
“Heuuuung~!! S-stop… ahk!”
Thanks to Tusma’s mischievous torment, her panties became drenched in seconds. The feeling of the chair seat growing wet beneath her made Ruriel’s face burn crimson.
“Oh? Lubricating fluid is starting to leak from the button. It looks like it’s finally working properly. So, about my wish?”
While Tusma rubbed the soaked spot in slow circles, he asked with wicked amusement. Breathing hard, Ruriel barely managed to speak.
“R-really… how perverted. It can’t be helped, so I’ll grant your wish. But keep this in mind.”
Ruriel tried to appear composed, crossing her arms as she looked down at Tusma between her legs. Through his disheveled hair, his playful eyes met hers, and once again she felt a sharp throb in her lower belly.
“This is purely because I want to crush that bitch Elara. It’s not because you… p-pressed the p-pussy button or anything.”
“Kukuk, of course, Ruriel. I am merely a tool for your magnificent victory. A very lewd and very useful tool, at that.”
Tusma pushed his head even deeper beneath her skirt. The bridge of his nose softly brushed her heated mound through the panties, and a moan Ruriel could no longer suppress burst from her lips.
“Hang~!!”
The moan was loud enough that Ruriel quickly coughed and glanced around. Fortunately they were in a noisy corner, and Aria and Chloe were naturally shielding them with their bodies. No one seemed to have noticed their secret exchange.
2.
The plan they were about to execute was simple. Selina Loren—Elara’s right hand and strategist within Golden Iris. Unlike a typical noble daughter, the thrill-seeker had racked up a massive debt at an illegal back-alley gambling den, information Aria had already obtained. Ruriel would pretend to have learned of the fact by chance and extend a merciful hand to the despairing girl. She would appear to help her by dealing with the debt collectors. Of course, it would not be free. The true goal was to rescue the cornered Selina, bind her with debt and weakness, and turn her into a loyal dog operating inside Golden Iris. There was no more effective method than planting a spy right beside Elara.
“Tonight, at the ‘Crimson Dice’ gambling house in the back alleys. Selina will likely show up for one last desperate gamble to repay her debt.”
After whispering the details, Ruriel tried to rise with a satisfied expression. Now that the plan was confirmed, it was time to end this thrilling situational play.
But at that moment—
“By the way, Ruriel. Could you pass me an empty water bottle?”
“An empty water bottle?”
Tusma gripped her thigh firmly, preventing her from standing. Though puzzled, Ruriel signaled Aria and Chloe, who were keeping watch.
“Chloe. Empty your bottle.”
“Yes, Lady Ruriel.”
Chloe quickly drained the remaining water and handed it over. Ruriel passed the empty bottle to Tusma.
“Why do you suddenly want an empty bottle?”
“Why else? Obviously, to play an even lewder prank on you.”
“Huh?!”
The moment he answered, Tusma spread Ruriel’s crossed legs wide open and buried his face directly into her panties. This was no longer mere finger play; it was the beginning of open, direct oral service.
“Huk?! H-here?! Have you lost your mind?!”
Ruriel looked around in utter panic. In the middle of a public cafeteria filled with students, her bread shuttle had spread her legs and was now servicing her pussy. The extreme public-exposure play dyed her face the color of a ripe tomato. Reason and shame screamed warnings, yet the pleasure roared in like a tidal wave, swallowing everything.
“C-Chloe! Aria!”
“Ahem. We’ll cover you as best we can. Lady Ruriel, try to look a little more natural… perhaps frown as if the food tastes bad.”
Aria gave calm advice. Chloe, however, went further.
“H-how envious… I wish Master Tusma would do that to me too…”
Chloe and Aria pressed themselves tightly against Ruriel in the most natural way possible, forming a perfect defensive wall so no one at the surrounding tables could see what was happening beneath. Even though it was a corner, the danger of being caught only heightened their arousal.
“Y-you idiot Tusma! Stupid Tusma! Perverted Tusma!”
“Those are the highest compliments, Ruriel.”
Tusma answered while licking the soaked panties with his tongue. The sensation of his tongue through the wet fabric made Ruriel’s back arch like a drawn bow.
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick!!
“Haaaaang~!!!”
Before long Tusma had skillfully slipped his tongue past the edge of her panties and was directly lapping at her sensitive inner folds. Ruriel’s arousal spiked so sharply that she couldn’t hold back a loud, sweet moan.
“Hiaaang~!!”
At that exact moment—
“Oh my.”
She made eye contact with someone and was caught. The only saving grace was that the witness was Inrohi, who sat alone at the opposite table elegantly sipping tea. Even after witnessing the unbelievable scene, she showed no surprise. She simply smiled with her eyes and mouthed the words Fighting.
F-fighting my ass! I’m dying inside worrying we’ll get caught—!!!
Even while Ruriel screamed internally, Tusma’s tongue never stopped.
“Hut…”
“Ahng…”
Then, from both sides of Ruriel, similarly suppressed moans began to leak out. Just what on earth were these sounds?