Sheria Must Serve Her Professor Properly
Lobel, having knocked me flat, was watching me with an unmistakably sleazy grin.
The moment my guard went up, even a little, at that lecherous smile, he straightened himself and declared, with breathtaking shamelessness:
"What's with the scowl? You're the one at fault here. I merely have a duty to set a wayward student straight."
"Uuughh...."
Judged purely by outcomes, he wasn't exactly wrong. No matter that I stole dangerous artifacts for the world's sake and returned them to where they belonged — in the end, I was still a student. Sneaking out of the Academy without leave, skipping even evening roll call... I had, undeniably, handed him every excuse he needed. Getting kidnapped and violated by goblins — who could have guessed that snowball would come rolling all the way down here?
In any case, with things as they stood, only one option remained to me.
"I-I won't... do it again, so... so could you please, just this once, let it slide?"
Servile and pathetic as it was, I was begging.
I did not want to go through that again — that thing where, even as the goblins violated me and degraded me against my will, my heart pounded and my body burned. I mean, honestly. Who in this world would ever want to experience that twice?
Watching me grovel, Professor Lobel asked, smiling all the while.
"So. You swear it won't happen again?"
"Yes...!"
Right. Never again. Next time I stole something — next time I sealed an artifact away — I would be far more meticulous. More careful, with plenty of margin built into the plan. Do that, and I would never have to live through anything like this again.
Besides, the original Professor Lobel had even had a different name. Not Gerhardt Lobel — Bastian Lobel. Back then, he'd been a dormitory overseer who only ever struck and disciplined students when the academy's rules left him no other choice. If even a shred of that original Professor Lobel from the game still lived somewhere inside this man... then he would overlook it. He would forgive me this once, and tell me never to do it again.
Meaningless hope though it was, I clung to Professor Lobel like a cornered animal making its last desperate struggle. And then—
Snick. Thwap.
Professor Lobel treated me to a very sudden display.
"Kyaaah...!?"
Whatever had popped out startled me half to death — though for me, it was something I'd grown terribly familiar with, in the worst possible way, and would have given anything not to get more familiar with.
A cock.
Professor Gerhardt Lobel's cock.
"This is...."
"Well now, that depends entirely on how well you serve me. Doesn't it?"
Service. I was not so naive that I couldn't tell what kind of "service" he meant. He wanted me to lick it. Suck it. That thing he'd just unleashed — a cock so massive that grotesque was the only word that came close.
How was anything that big? Was he part orc or what?
It was huge enough to plant the word orc in my head, and there it hung before my face, twitching faintly, jerk by little jerk. Terrifying. In the worst case, that thing could actually end up inside me. No. I truly, truly did not want that.
Still on my knees, I inched slowly toward Professor Lobel. He had, at some point, casually drawn over a simple chair from nearby and settled into it, and now he offered that cock up to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Come along, then. Serve me. Serve me well, and I'll acknowledge your devotion, decide to trust you, and see to it you're treated leniently — as a special favor."
So that was the kind of "devotion" he'd meant. Some devotion. It was a spectacular humiliation, a naked insult — and there was not a single thing I could do about it.
Even if I somehow managed to overpower Professor Lobel, a student laying hands on a professor would only make me the criminal — and long before that, I had no way of taking him down in the first place. I couldn't even properly beat a single goblin. How was I supposed to best this Knight Department professor, a man who had once served as Captain of the Royal Guard?
So, slowly, I laid my hand on his cock. It was so enormous that both hands together would barely cover it, and even its smallest twitch looked revolting and utterly alien to me. Was I really supposed to put this in my mouth? To take this reeking cock between my lips and lavish it with all the care in the world?
While I stood there agonizing, hand still resting on it, Professor Lobel finally lost his patience and gave the order.
"Lick it, already. Lick, then suck. With a body built like a whore's, how do you not know this?"
Saying that to a student's face was beyond outrageous — but there was nothing I could do about it. I had never known that lacking connections could taste this bitter. Truly.
Slowly — so slowly — I brought my mouth toward that cock.
Tap.
One touch of my tongue.
The scent of chestnut blossoms rose up the instant I touched it, scrambling my senses and leaving me hazy and lightheaded. My mind reeled with disgust; my body, meanwhile, was responding without the slightest hesitation. Should I call it a blessing, or a curse, that even so — my body was unmistakably becoming a pervert's body, and yet it still had so little experience?
Lick... lick... lick...
I lapped at the cock with my tongue, and even by my own standards it was hopelessly clumsy. Anyone watching would know at a glance that I'd never done this before.
Perhaps that clumsy display of mine was simply too funny to watch, because Professor Lobel smirked down at me and taunted:
"A whore's body with a virgin's reactions. Honestly, it's enough to make one laugh."
His laughable jab made me want to shout something back. I wasn't supposed to have experience with this kind of thing in the first place!
Lick... lick...
My last shred of pride and dignity, refusing to take this thing into my mouth — set against the reality that I had to perform this "service" one way or another. The collision of the two produced exactly what you'd expect: these uncertain, half-hearted little licks.
And from within those half-hearted licks, Professor Lobel posed his question, light as a breeze.
"Don't you know how? Or are you merely pretending not to? Because if I am left unsatisfied, we will have a problem."
I knew that too. Knowing it didn't make me want it any more.
Lick... lick...
The tip of the cock, then the length of the shaft — licking here and there, I somehow kept the "service" going. A little more time crawled past. In that small, dark room, the only sound left in the world was the wet, obscene noise of my own tongue.
An odd disquiet, a faint dread, settled over me at the realization — and still, all I did was keep licking.
And sure enough. The moment that unease truly took hold of me—
Clamp.
Professor Lobel's enormous hand seized my head.
Shloop!
"Mmmmmmghh!!"
What came next — I couldn't hold back my revulsion at what came next. Because Professor Lobel, my head locked in his grip, forced his cock straight into my mouth.
"Mmmgh! Mmmmmmgh!!"
"Watch the teeth. Unless you're hoping for a much harsher punishment."
"Mmmmmmh...."
I did my absolute best to sheathe my teeth behind my lips. Apparently that earned me some small measure of satisfaction, because Professor Lobel let go of my head and said:
"Just move that empty little head of yours back and forth, like so. That is all it takes. Honestly — to think I must teach even this."
I wanted to argue that a man who knew all this so well was the abnormal one, but with a cock filling my mouth, argument wasn't exactly on the table. Which meant, in the end, there was only one thing to do.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Just as Professor Lobel had instructed — bobbing my head back and forth, serving his cock. Only once I began servicing him in earnest did Professor Lobel finally sound pleased, and start in on his mockery.
"Now that's more like it. Service like this becomes a slut like you. Wouldn't you agree?"
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
I had no desire to answer — and no way to, anyway — so I simply carried on with the task at hand.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Sucking away at his cock, giving him the "service" he wanted, exactly as he wanted it. Then, when a little more time had slipped by, Professor Lobel issued yet another command.
"Move your tongue as well. Your tongue. I confess I cannot fathom what is taking you so long."
Move my tongue too. I had moved my head because he told me to move my head, and now he was angry again. Left with no choice, I set my tongue moving as well — clumsier than clumsy, since I had no idea how it was even supposed to move. And at that, Professor Lobel let out a low sound that was almost satisfaction.
"Khh... even that clumsy little effort has its flavor, I'll grant you."
Slurp... slurp... shlurp... slurp...
I simply kept sucking, and waited for him to bring this to an end. Waiting was all I could do.
Shlurp... chup... slurp... chup...
"Almost there now. Can't say I'm thoroughly satisfied, but...!"
Clamp!
Grabbing my head so I couldn't pull away, Lobel spilled himself directly into my mouth.
Spluuurt! Spuuurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Mmmmmmmmmmghh...!!!"
Semen, flooding every corner of my mouth. The moment I squeezed my eyes shut against its briny taste, its heavy chestnut-blossom musk — Lobel's cock slid free of my lips.
"Hah... haa... haa... haa...."
I gulped and gasped, spitting out breath and dragging it back in, over and over. Watching the milky fluid dribble from my lips, Professor Lobel informed me, with the height of composure:
"...I'm afraid this simply won't do. Your devotion leaves far too much to be desired."
"Y-yes... um... th-that... what I...."
"Unsatisfactory, wasn't it? And I had to teach you every step of the way, no less."
Grinning wide, Professor Lobel seized my body. Strength far beyond anything I could match. Hands far too enormous. It hit home, crystal clear, that resistance was simply not something someone like me could manage.
Whoosh!
Splat!
"Nnngh...!"
"And so, you'll just have to take your punishment. Won't you, Sheria?"
Professor Lobel looked down at me, smirking, his eyes thick with lust — and there was no resistance I had to offer him. Not anywhere. Not any kind. Drunk on the briny chestnut-blossom scent still clinging to the inside of my mouth, all I could do was accept whatever punishment Professor Lobel chose to give.
Professor Lobel sat down beside me, leaving me sprawled where I'd fallen. And then he began to stroke my ass.
Lewdly. Unhurriedly. With the most infuriating confidence.