Lewd Time with Professor Lulua (1)
His first union with Lulua completely awakened the 2,200-year-old female that had lain dormant inside her.
Using the justification of academic research as her shield, she summoned Tusma to her laboratory every night. In truth, it would be fair to say she had him living there outright.
Under the banner of 'Special Supplementary Lessons,' the pair explored each other's bodies in nearly every position and location a person could imagine. On the plush sofa, atop the cold obsidian table, even in the narrow gaps between bookshelves crammed with ancient grimoires….
Their heated copulation continued without regard for place or propriety. Sometimes they coupled precariously on a floating magic platform in mid-air. Other times he would pound her vigorously in the corridors of Lulua's night academy.
“Haaauung…. Haht, haaauht~!”
Lulua pursued the unknown field of study known as sex with the insatiable curiosity befitting a great sage. She pored over ancient erotic illustrations and obscene texts to master new perverted techniques, then experimented with Tusma to gather data and refine them. As a result, her research notes began to fill with outlandish subjects such as Considerations on Mana Wave Fluctuations During Copulation and Analysis of the Correlation Between Semen Volume and Pleasure.
“Haha, Lulua. Just where on earth did you learn a position like this?”
Tusma asked as he hooked both her legs over his shoulders and drove his hips upward. She answered between ragged breaths.
“Hiiing~! It’s a posture I discovered… in a secret tome from an ancient kingdom… two thousand years ago…! Ahn! It directly stimulates the entrance to the womb to… hnght! Induce a mana overload in the female… Aaahng! It’s an experiment!”
“Fascinating. Thanks to you, my Lulua is growing more shamelessly lewd by the day.”
“If it pleases you, Tusma… I’ll become even lewder…! Aaahng~!”
Her body was being developed into something increasingly obscene with each passing day. She had reached the point where she could no longer endure a single day without Tusma’s cock. This was the result of being thoroughly steeped in the Paint of Corruption; her corruption was now complete. Because he had dyed her so deeply, even a measure of neglect would not easily purify the taint.
“Tusma… hnght…! This magic circle… is said to exchange the mana of man and woman to amplify pleasure… Aaahng! Come, quickly… let us continue the experiment…!”
She lay naked atop the magic circle with her legs spread wide, urging him on in a scholarly tone. The intricate patterns drawn on the floor glowed softly, spreading a strange, lustful energy throughout the entire laboratory.
Tusma gladly served as her faithful test subject. Their relationship had transcended simple physical indulgence, sprouting into a bizarre, perverted… no, academic camaraderie.
“Lulua, you really are incredibly lewd. From the first moment I saw you, I thought I would die from wanting to fuck you so badly.”
As Tusma whispered and nibbled hungrily at her nipple, Lulua let out an ecstatic moan.
“Heeut…. Those words make me happy…. From the moment I first laid eyes on that enormous… research subject of yours… I was itching to investigate it thoroughly….”
Thanks to this relationship, Tusma could savor the ultimate pleasure every night while also using the powerful patron named Lulua to learn more about his own ‘power.’
That had given me quite a scare back then.
She was called a great sage for good reason. While frantically having sex with Tusma, she had sensed that he possessed some kind of power. When she had asked whether he was hiding anything, he had broken into a cold sweat. But she had licked his cock diligently to calm him and promised she would never do him harm.
After consulting with Inrohi, Tusma had therefore decided to reveal the Paint of Corruption, since Lulua was already a fully conquered target.
When she first heard about the Paint of Corruption from Tusma, her reaction had been pure intellectual curiosity. When he asked if she was not angry at having her mind manipulated, her answer had been refreshingly direct.
As expected of Lulua. It was a philosophy worthy of humanity’s strongest. Even after learning the truth from Tusma, her feelings toward him remained utterly unchanged. If anything, her intellectual curiosity only deepened, and she urged him to experiment even more with the Paint of Corruption.
If even this reaction was encompassed within the power of the Paint of Corruption… then it was truly a terrifying ability.
It’s a damn good thing I was the one who awakened this power instead of some other man.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The heavy sound of flesh colliding filled the laboratory alongside the glow of the magic circle.
“Haaauuung~!! Harder, fuck me harder, Tusma~!! Fill every inch of my womb with your presence~!!”
Because he had obtained this power, he could now toy with Professor Lulua’s lewd cunt and enjoy it to his heart’s content.
“Now that I think about it, have you discovered anything else about my power?”
“Haaung~! About that.”
Lulua answered even as her pussy was relentlessly stirred by Tusma’s massive cock.
“Your ‘Paint of Corruption’ is not mere enchantment magic. Hngh…! It amplifies the primal desires buried deep within the target’s soul… Ahn~! And converts them into ‘faith’ directed toward you… It is closer to a supreme-tier mental domination spell. Aaahng~!!”
“Faith? That sounds rather grandiose.”
Tusma smirked and pulled his thick cock from Lulua’s pussy. The glans emerged glistening with sticky nectar, and Lulua licked her lips with open regret. Enjoying her reaction, he brought his cock right in front of her face.
“In that case, what do you think of my cock, Lulua?”
“Ufufu…. I consider it the Cock God that I must worship with utmost sincerity for all eternity.”
“Oh? Then the temple to house my Cock God… shall have to be your lewd holes, Lulua.”
Squelch~!
“Haaup~!”
The moment Tusma thrust his cock into her mouth, Lulua’s face melted into pure bliss as she devoted herself to servicing him with her oral pussy. The tongue technique of a great sage who had craved lewdness for 2,200 years was supremely obscene and stimulating.
After the fierce, perverted lesson ended, Tusma held Lulua in his arms and enjoyed a languid rest.
“Aaahng….”
Of course, even during rest his cock remained buried inside her pussy. And since his hands had nothing better to do, he was busily toying with both of her nipples. Her F-cup breasts, white as fresh milk, and the flushed, erect peaks were the finest toys imaginable; he never grew tired of them no matter how much he played.
“Aaauht…! Aaahng~!! I’m cumming againnnn…!!”
Squiiish~!
From the ticklish, lewd caresses, Lulua had been climaxing repeatedly since earlier. He wasn’t sure whether she had always been this multi-orgasmic or whether the Paint of Corruption was forcing continuous climaxes. Perhaps experimenting with many different women’s pussies would eventually yield an answer.
With that thought in mind, he moved on to rubbing her clitoris.
“Heeung….”
Still sensitive from her last orgasm, the renewed stimulation to such a tender spot made Lulua twitch adorably as she moaned.
“Lulua. Do you happen to know anything about the Bonhelm family?”
“Aahng, aaahng…. Haa… Haa…. Bonhelm? Ah, you mean that rootless upstart house of nouveau riche…. Aaahng~!!”
Even while growing more aroused by Tusma’s ceaseless caresses, Lulua searched her memories. Having lived for 2,200 years, her mind contained information on nearly every noble house in the empire.
“Mmmh…. They were originally commoner merchants. They accumulated vast wealth and obtained noble titles by taking in a son-in-law to carry on the family line.”
It was a common method for wealthy commoners to elevate their house. Even if they themselves could not become nobles, their children could through groom adoption.
“Their main business is said to be trading rare magic materials… but it is a house with many shady aspects. In high society, their vulgar boasting about money is quite notorious. They pretend to be refined, yet after only a few sentences you can tell their base origins have never left them.”
“Shady aspects?” Tusma’s eyes flashed.
Lulua noticed his intent but did not press him. She had already resolved to stand on his side no matter what he planned.
“Haaung….”
While he simultaneously caressed her nipples and clitoris, she began to share everything she knew.
“The source of their fortune… is most likely the smuggling of forbidden artifacts. There are rumors they ship dangerous items known as ‘Hearts of Darkness’—objects that forcibly absorb the mana of living beings—beyond the empire’s borders.”
“The name alone is ominous.”
“Indeed. The creation process itself is inhumane, so the empire strictly prohibits them by law. There are also horrific rumors that they use not magic beasts but intelligent demi-humans or humans as ingredients. If you could obtain solid evidence, the Bonhelm family would face severe punishment and collapse.”
“Hearts of Darkness….”
A cunning smile curved Tusma’s lips. This was the perfect collar with which to bind Elara Bonhelm.
“But securing evidence will not be easy. They are extremely cunning, and the secret ledgers are surely hidden deep within the family vaults.”
“I see. This is incredibly useful information, Lulua.”
Tusma kissed her softly on the lips. Inside his head, he was already combining the intelligence network of the Bloody Rose with Lulua’s knowledge to form a concrete plan for obtaining the Bonhelm family’s secret ledgers.
“So the next pussy you intend to conquer… is the Elara Bonhelm faction?”
Lulua asked in a slightly excited voice, as though viewing it as a fresh opportunity to test the Paint of Corruption.
“Yes. I’ve decided to subjugate that woman’s faction next.”
“Hoo…. What a fascinating research subject! I ask that you share the conquest process with me in great detail afterward.”
“Haha. You could simply watch me through your Sex Detection Map magic, couldn’t you?”
“Oh dear…. Only by hearing it directly from your lips… can I have another round of sex with you~! I’ll use the submission of a report as my excuse….”
Kuh! She’s so damn cute!!!
Unable to restrain himself, Tusma pulled Lulua into another kiss.