An Unexpected Encounter in the Library
Tusma headed to the academy's central library before putting his plan into motion, carving out a little time for himself. He wanted to dig up additional information on Elara Bonhelm, the leader of the Golden Iris faction, and the group that followed her. The data he'd received through Aria was excellent, but nothing beat confirming it with his own eyes and piecing together the hidden meanings between the lines. Recorded history always belonged to the victors, after all, and fitting together the fragments of truth concealed behind it was an endlessly fascinating task.
…For some reason, I feel like my head's gotten a bit sharper since I awakened the Paint of Corruption.
He'd spent his whole life with no connection to scholarly work, yet ever since that first time with Inrohi, he'd found himself using his brain more and more. Well, as long as I get to fuck more noblewomen, who cares about a little personal growth?
Tusma had secretly applied to volunteer for organizing the archives. He'd half-expected it to be rejected, but it was approved surprisingly easily. Thanks to that, he could naturally gain access to the restricted ancient document storage area that housed the noble family annals and historical texts off-limits to regular students. The librarian had found it admirable that a commoner would willingly take on such dirty work, so she'd handed over the access pass without any real suspicion.
Creak….
The heavy iron door, sealed tight for countless years, swung open with the groan of rusted hinges. A musty smell of old paper and dust immediately assaulted his nose. The bookshelves untouched by the faint glow of the magic lamps loomed like giant monsters in the darkness. He lit his portable magic lantern with practiced ease and walked between the narrow, towering shelves.
Bonhelm… a family that rose abnormally fast to one-star nobility. Their main source of income is a magic material trading company that spans the entire empire…
Tusma flipped through the dust-covered pages, absorbing everything he could about the Bonhelm family. His eyes raced across the text as the information began reorganizing itself inside his head.
The growth rate is unnaturally fast. No matter how gifted they are at running a trading company, this doesn't add up. There's definitely something else going on.
He was completely absorbed, nose buried in a thick, worn leather-bound tome, when a soft, languid voice suddenly broke the silence of the archive from directly behind him.
“Working hard, I see, Mr. Ssex.”
A familiar voice that made his heart skip a beat. It carried the profound depth of two thousand two hundred years, subtly mixed with the recent tremors of tasted desire.
That voice—!
Tusma flinched and spun around. There stood Professor Lurua Seinsti, leaning against a bookshelf with a gentle smile on her face as she gazed at him.
“P-Professor! What brings you here…?”
Tusma shot to his feet in surprise. This was the first time they'd been alone together since their secret rendezvous in the empty laboratory. The thick, scorching memories of that day flooded back instantly, and a strange, lewd tension flowed between them.
“Haha, no need to look so startled. I simply came to find some materials. As for you, your passion for learning is truly impressive. Such inquisitiveness is hard to believe from a commoner background.”
Lurua offered the praise as she stepped closer. With every movement, the sweet, pure scent of lilies wafted from her. Beneath her professor's robe that clung to every curve, her overwhelming F-cup breasts and slender waist still radiated an incredible presence.
“You flatter me. I’m just… struggling to survive, that’s all.”
“And modest, too. That may be your greatest weapon.”
Lurua gently brushed the dust from his shoulder. She acted as if it were nothing, but every time her fingers grazed him, Tusma felt a thrilling jolt. She must have felt the same, because the tips of her fingers were trembling faintly. In the dim candlelight of the archive, her face had taken on a slight flush.
Oh my, oh my… It seems even the Great Sage hasn’t been able to sleep properly since that day.
Tusma cheered inwardly while keeping the innocent expression of a model student on his face.
That was when it happened.
“Ah, there’s the book I was looking for.”
Lurua rose onto her tiptoes to reach for a volume on the high shelf beside Tusma. When her hand still couldn’t quite reach it, she muttered without thinking, “Goodness, who shelved this so high up?”
Her body swayed slightly in that moment.
“…!! Careful, Professor!”
Tusma reflexively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. As a result, Lurua’s voluptuous breasts were crushed firmly against his solid chest. The sensation of those two soft, massive mounds pressing tightly against him was dizzying.
“Ah…!”
A short moan escaped Lurua’s lips, and her body stiffened instantly. Tusma’s arms held her waist securely, and their bodies were pressed together with no space between them. In the faint light, they stood so close they could feel each other’s breath.
“Th-thank you…”
Lurua barely managed to speak, but her voice was shaking badly.
“Are you all right? I’ll get it for you.”
Tusma stepped back as if nothing had happened and easily reached up to retrieve the book she wanted. But down below, his cock had already begun to swell.
“U-um… Mr. Ssex.”
“Yes, Professor. Please feel free to call me Tusma.”
“No… that wouldn’t be proper.”
She gave a small shake of her head. He could see her hand trembling slightly as she accepted the book.
“That day… in the laboratory…”
Lurua’s face flushed crimson as she struggled to speak, but she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Her beautiful emerald eyes wavered violently with conflict. The pride of a Great Sage who had lived for 2,200 years, the dignity of a mentor, and the boiling desire of a woman—all of it warred inside her.
Tusma found her utterly adorable, and at the same time, desperately wanted to conquer her.
He took one more step closer and whispered so only she could hear.
“Yes, that was quite the… excellent ‘research,’ Professor. Through our joint study, I discovered new possibilities regarding my own body.”
“P-possibilities?”
“Indeed. Especially… the explosive reaction that occurs when my humble mana touches your deep, warm ‘spring of knowledge.’ I believe it’s something that should be reported to the academic world.”
At his blatant, lewd metaphor, Lurua’s face turned so red it looked ready to burst. ‘Spring of knowledge’ was clearly referring to her… pussy.
“Y-you…! What if someone hears you saying such obscene things…!”
She frantically looked around, but fortunately they were in the deepest part of the archive. No one else was there. Only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats filled the dusty space.
“Which brings me to my next point, Professor.”
Tusma gently took her hand and pressed it against his hot cheek. Her hand was cool, but it seemed to melt instantly against his heat. Then he slowly guided it downward.
“Would you be interested in… conducting follow-up research?”
When her hand reached near his waist, Lurua panicked and tried to pull away. But Tusma held it firmly yet gently, then deliberately pressed her palm against the massive bulge already straining hard against his pants.
“Hngh…!”
A gasp that sounded almost like a scream burst from Lurua’s lips. The overwhelming size and heat transmitted through her palm was more than mere arousal—it was a hot, throbbing pulse like the very source of life itself. The thing she had only known from books for 2,200 years was now twitching and alive in her hand.
I-it’s still incredibly huge… How can something so delicious… No, I mean, how can he possess such a fascinating specimen…
Lurua desperately tried to summon her scholarly curiosity, but it was mercilessly crushed beneath the primal female instinct surging through her.
Tusma brought his lips even closer to her ear and whispered. His hot breath tickled her earlobe.
“This is the ‘possibility’ I discovered, Professor. Just thinking about you, smelling your scent, hearing your voice… makes me react like this.”
“Haa…!”
“Wouldn’t it be a scholar’s dereliction of duty to let this explosive energy go to waste?”
“W-well… that’s true.”
At Tusma’s whisper, Lurua felt strength leaving her body. She wanted to lean against him.
“This time, I want to explore every possibility from beginning to end in a perfect environment with no interruptions whatsoever.”
His eyes burned like flames, serious and intense, and his voice carried an irresistible power. Lurua was captured by his gaze and couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded wildly, and between her legs, her pussy had already grown wet as memories of that night flooded back.
“B-but still. Now that I think about it… I am your teacher… and you are… my student… Isn’t our relationship inappropriate…?”
“We’re both adults. What could possibly be the problem?”
“W-well… that’s true…”
In truth, those words were something Lurua had wanted to say at least once. A hint of embarrassment showed on her face.
“Professor Lurua, how about we call our relationship ‘special supplementary lessons’ conducted after class? A merciful teacher’s consideration for a struggling student… No one would suspect a thing.”
Tusma softly kissed the back of her hand. The moment his hot lips touched her skin, a thrilling shiver ran through Lurua’s entire body.
“Haa…”
Finally, the last dam of reason collapsed. She could only nod.
“…Th-that’s an excellent idea. C-come to my laboratory tonight, after everyone has left.”
Her voice, barely squeezed out, trembled faintly with desire she could no longer suppress.
The Great Sage and hero with a 2,200-year history of having no boyfriend… had once again fallen for the seduction of her disciple, a dangerous and charming commoner.
Their secret, lewd supplementary lesson was about to begin once more.