First Training, Secret Signals, and Night's Reward (2)
Professor Lulua ordered a noblewoman to leave her outdoor training class.
“Excuse me?! You’re telling me to get out? Why?!”
“I just explained the reason.”
“B-but why?! I’m a noble too, you know!”
“Equal?”
At those words, Professor Lulua gave a chilling smile.
“How pathetic. A mere lowly 1-star noble dares to consider herself on the same level as me, a 20-star archduchess?”
That single statement turned every freshman’s face deathly pale. Students from high-ranking noble families received elite magic education at home long before enrolling. That was why they could skip semesters entirely or enter directly as upperclassmen. In that sense, every first-semester freshman present was nothing more than a low-ranking 1-star noble or worse. To them, Professor Lulua—a 20-star archduchess—was an existence as lofty as the heavens.
“Would you rather be expelled, or get out of my class? Choose one, you lowly thing.”
“Eek…”
At Professor Lulua’s words, the noblewoman fled in terror. The same woman who had looked down on Tusma as a commoner was now being driven away through class discrimination. While she had seen Tusma as insignificant, to a 20-star archduchess like Lulua there was probably little difference between a 1-star noble and a commoner. And for daring to interrupt her by bringing up status differences, it was no wonder Lulua was furious…
A quick glance. For a brief moment, Lulua’s gaze flicked toward Tusma’s thigh—right where his erection had been earlier.
…Perhaps it hadn’t been the interruption that made her chase the girl away after all.
“Ahem. Let this be a lesson to all of you. Know your place and obey my commands.”
While everyone lowered their heads in fear, Professor Lulua continued speaking, her eyes repeatedly stealing glances at Tusma’s thigh.
“The goal of this training is to subjugate low-grade demonic beasts. Form your own parties and enter the forest. Within the allotted time, kill as many beasts as possible. The party that subjugates the most will receive a special reward.”
“““Yes!”””
As soon as Professor Lulua finished speaking, the students answered loudly and hurriedly began forming groups in threes and fives. But naturally, no one approached the commoner Tusma to invite him into their party.
He and Inrohi had agreed not to acknowledge each other in public so as not to interfere with their revenge plan. Because of that, he couldn’t form a party with her either.
Well, I figured as much. Looks like I’ll be doing the first class solo.
Tusma shrugged and headed into the forest alone. In his hand was nothing but the most basic wooden club issued by the academy.
With only the Paint of Corruption and his all-purpose semen as magic, subjugating demonic beasts seemed nearly impossible.
But I’ve taken out insurance.
That insurance was his ‘secret cooperation’ with Inrohi. Before training began, she had secretly passed him a small communication magic tool. If he found himself in a dangerous situation inside the forest, he was to send her a signal. As a princess, her magic skills would be on a completely different level from mere freshmen. He believed she could handle most threats.
Since I don’t have a party, hunting beasts is out of the question… I should focus on testing my own abilities instead.
Once inside the forest, Tusma ignored the demonic beasts and moved stealthily toward a secluded area. He planned to use this opportunity to find suitable ‘prey’ to secretly test his Paint of Corruption ability on.
At that moment.
“You’re by yourself, I see.”
As if she had appeared out of nowhere—likely using portal magic—Professor Lulua approached from behind, her pink hair swaying as she spoke.
“P-Professor. Yes, I didn’t have a group, so…”
“Forming a group is a skill in itself. Still, everything is experience. Do your best and strive to improve.”
Professor Lulua drew closer to Tusma. Wondering why she was approaching so closely, he looked at her face… only to find her gaze directed downward. Specifically… toward his thigh where his massive member rested.
Just how much sexual curiosity does this woman have?
Apparently believing he hadn’t noticed her stare, Professor Lulua patted his shoulder as if offering encouragement, while her eyes remained glued to his thigh.
If you stare that obviously, anyone would notice, Professor??
Just how had she lived for 2,200 years without learning how to peek discreetly? It was painfully obvious she wanted another look at that enormous cock from earlier.
But if she gets this close…
Tusma’s magic, the Paint of Corruption, had a range equal to the length of his member. In other words, with his fully erect 30-centimeter cock, her standing right in front of him meant she had entered the spell’s area of effect.
My magic is passive, so it activates automatically.
Professor Lulua was already within range of the Paint of Corruption. That meant she was slowly becoming tainted by it right now.
When Tusma swallowed hard at that realization, the female professor reached out to him again.
“…And something has been bothering me since earlier.”
“W-what is it?”
Was it my massive cock that caught her attention?
Tusma thought so, secretly feeling a bit proud of his member, when—
Slide.
Professor Lulua reached behind his back and began gently stroking it.
A touch like this already? Had the Paint of Corruption taken effect?
“Your slouched posture has been the second thing bothering me since earlier.”
Squeeze!!
Professor Lulua used both hands to forcefully straighten Tusma’s spine.
Crack!!
Unfortunately, the Paint of Corruption wasn’t showing the desired effect. Well, she was a great sage and former hero at the pinnacle of magic. Her magic resistance was no joke, so it was unrealistic to expect dramatic results.
“Students of our magic academy should always maintain proper posture.”
“Y-yes, ma’am!”
After correcting Tusma’s posture, Professor Lulua wore a satisfied expression. Yet her gaze kept darting back to his thigh, revealing just how honest she was with her desires.
Should I just get hard on purpose?
She had said his posture was the second most bothersome thing. That meant the first was obviously his massive cock.
For some reason, Tusma began to think that forming a relationship with Professor Lulua might not be impossible after all. She was showing this much interest in his cock—maybe it would be easier than he expected.
But…
An erection didn’t just appear because you wanted it to.
When no noticeable change appeared at his thigh, Professor Lulua let out a small sound.
“Hmm…”
She looked disappointed that she couldn’t see the same magnificent sight from earlier. She gave his shoulder one last pat, as if in encouragement.
“I’ll be going now.”
Professor Lulua turned and began to walk away.
Unfortunately, the Paint of Corruption hadn’t produced any miraculous effect. As a professor-level existence at the magic academy, her resistance was simply too high for a freshman’s magic to create dramatic results.
…For now, when choosing revenge targets for the princess, I’ll have to select freshmen with low magic resistance.
Tusma felt a slight pang of disappointment as he watched Professor Lulua’s retreating figure. She was slowly climbing a steep hill, apparently wanting to observe the students from higher ground.
Huh? Wait a second. At this angle… wouldn’t I be able to see her panties?
The moment Tusma had that thought—
Whoosh.
As if by some twist of fate, a mischievous wind suddenly blew, spectacularly flipping up Professor Lulua’s skirt.
Her pink striped panties were revealed as the fabric fluttered wildly. Her pussy must have been hungry, because the cloth had tucked slightly between her plump labia, giving a tantalizing glimpse of their shape. It was incredibly lewd.
Since Tusma was positioned below her on the slope, he could see everything perfectly.
Suddenly.
Professor Lulua froze mid-step on the hill. Then she slowly turned around, her face bright red.
“…Did you see?”
“I-I did.”
“…Good. If you had lied and said you didn’t, I would have killed you.”
Whether it was a joke or not, flames were already dancing in one of her hands.
“I despise those who lie out of unnecessary consideration. Especially those who offer empty praise just to look good—I hold them in contempt.”
Professor Lulua canceled the magic and used both hands to lightly press down on the back of her skirt.
…Shouldn’t you be covering the front right now?
Professor Lulua was now facing toward Tusma. Even if she covered her rear, the front of her panties—which he hadn’t seen before—was now fully visible. Specifically, the obscene shape of her labia where the fabric had been tucked in.
Throb!
Thanks to that sight, Tusma’s cock surged to full erection. It was so violently hard that its overwhelming presence bulged unmistakably against his pants.
“Uwah?!”
Noticing it, Professor Lulua’s eyes widened and her face flushed crimson.
“S-such an incredible size…”
Professor Lulua swallowed hard, then suddenly removed the hand covering her rear. Instead, she began poking her own belly with her finger.
Starting from her lower abdomen, the poking gradually moved upward. Wondering what she was doing, Tusma watched closely.
“Around… here?”
Professor Lulua stopped pressing with her finger. She was pointing exactly thirty centimeters above her pussy entrance.
Holy shit, that’s so fucking lewd!!
Tusma realized what she was doing. Right now, Professor Lulua was using her finger to measure and confirm exactly how deep Tusma’s cock would reach inside her pussy.