## Chapter 490 – #103_I’M An Associate Professor And You Are(2)
#489
1.
Amelia has breasts.
Amelia also has a vagina.
Even if Amelia seems like a noble witch, it’s not strange since she has the body of a human woman.
But she has an anus?
This was not something easily believed even when seen with one’s own eyes.
Although it had lost its original purpose and become a vestigial organ, a clean rear end, its very existence made it clear that Amelia was just another person.
However, the emotion Siwoo felt was not as significant compared to what Amelia was feeling.
Showing a textbook reproductive organ is, of course, embarrassing.
But more than that, to have a part of herself that she didn’t want to show to anyone be spread wide open.
And now, to offer that embarrassing place not for its original purpose, but as a hole to please a penis.
It was incredibly lewd.
For Amelia, who had only experienced intercourse once and still possessed the sensibilities of a fresh noble lady, it was an act as embarrassing as having her face on fire.
How self-conscious she had been of the hole that fluttered shamelessly when Siwoo took her from behind?
Perhaps it was even more embarrassing than walking around outdoors with only a cloak on.
“I heard that you did it here with Miss Odile and Miss Odette… and even the Lucky Witch.”
But Amelia made it easier for Siwoo to penetrate.
She spread her rear hole, usually hidden by her plump buttocks, even wider.
“I don’t want to fall behind…”
She didn’t want to be left behind anymore.
She wanted to receive the same kind of love from Siwoo.
That feeling gave Amelia the extra courage she needed.
If it had been the usual Siwoo, he would have talked her out of it.
The rear hole is still too early. You don’t have to push yourself.
Or he would have made various excuses, such as it being too much for the first time, or that there were many problems with doing it outside.
However, because of the perfume Amelia had rashly prepared, Siwoo’s condition was no different from a stallion that had ingested a near-lethal dose of aphrodisiac.
In the overheated channels of his mind, memories of the past flowed.
Amelia, who had scoffed at Siwoo when she saw him struggling in the drain.
Amelia, who had given him a hard time with petty complaints, calling him a cold “caretaker.”
Amelia, who had glanced at her white neckline and thighs, but couldn’t look properly for fear of being scolded if she was caught.
Amelia, who was haughty, arrogant, and broke her record for being a pain in the ass every day.
Now, she was a submissive female, appealing with her rear hole spread open with her hands.
Even in a back alley where anyone could see, not on a bed.
The reason he suddenly recalled his bad memories with Amelia was not because he hated her or held a grudge.
The most thrilling and arousing sex in a relationship is make-up sex.
The feeling of conquest when you punish a girlfriend who was just screaming at you with all her might is something that cannot be explained unless experienced.
For example.
‘Caretaker, can’t you even clean properly? You’re really useless.’
That was Amelia.
‘Siwoo… I’ll use my useless hole to tightly clean your penis…’
It’s like she changed like that.
Siwoo, whose lust had reached its peak, was instinctively creating a ‘gap’ with the current situation by recalling Amelia’s past.
As a result, his excitement doubled, and his penis was 1.2 times larger than usual.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to mind.
“Miss Amelia.”
Amelia’s shoulders trembled at the sound of her name.
Siwoo slowly reached out his hand towards her buttocks.
The hole twitched at the touch of his cold hand.
-Squelch…!
The hole, which had become wet with fluids and saliva thanks to Siwoo’s constant sucking, revealed its bright red insides.
He wanted to penetrate it right away, to thrust inside.
But to experience this moment to the fullest, another condition was needed.
“I have a request.”
“A… a request?”
-Whoosh!
At that moment, a bluish light enveloped Siwoo and Amelia’s bodies.
With the surge of immense magical power and a slight feeling of nausea, Amelia realized that she and Siwoo had moved to another place.
A coordinate teleport had been activated.
Amelia looked around with a bewildered expression at the sudden move.
Tables and chairs scattered here and there.
Bookshelves reaching the ceiling, filled with magic books, and a ladder.
“Wha… where is this…?”
This familiar place was none other than the library of Trinity Academy, which used to be Siwoo’s territory.
Just like the alleyway, this was also a dangerous place where someone could come in.
Siwoo asked Amelia again, who was still confused, not knowing what was going on.
“Can you be like you were before?”
“Li… like before…?”
“Like when you were an associate professor and I was the caretaker.”
Amelia hesitated at Siwoo’s sudden request.
The memory of not acknowledging her feelings and mistreating Siwoo was one of the moments Amelia regretted the most.
She asked, feeling uneasy.
“Why… why do you want that… may I ask?”
“I want to conquer even the Amelia of the past. As close to that time as possible.”
Amelia still didn’t understand his true purpose after hearing Siwoo’s words.
The correlation between make-up sex and the feeling of conquest was a difficult concept for her.
However, she accepted what he was asking as a kind of ‘role-playing’ that Sharon had mentioned.
She didn’t particularly dislike the idea of being conquered by Siwoo.
Then, she had no choice but to meet his expectations.
“I… I’ll try…”
Amelia nods.
It’s a bit childish, but who cares?
If it turns you on, that’s all that matters.
2.
After a brief acting lesson.
Ready.
Action.
-Click-clack
Today, Amelia Merrygold, the associate professor, arrives at Trinity Academy, her shoe heels echoing, to find the caretaker, Shin Siwoo, in order to find fault with him.
Her icy, cold sky-blue eyes stared at Siwoo.
“Caretaker Shin Siwoo.”
The moment the chilly voice, laced with contempt, flew in, Siwoo felt a shiver run down his spine.
The terrifying memories he remembered on a primal level struck his mind more vividly than he had expected.
For a moment, his erection almost subsided due to the Amelia Fear, which rivaled the Dragon Fear.
“Is…is this how it’s done?”
“Yes, you’re doing wonderfully.”
“This is kind of…weird…embarrassing….”
Amelia glanced at Siwoo, fidgeting with the hem of her wool cloak.
Siwoo gave a satisfied assessment of Amelia’s acting.
Although her eyes were a little less fierce and her voice was slightly softer, her acting was enough to bring back the memory of her from that time.
“Would you like to continue?”
“…Yes.”
Unlike Siwoo, who was in a state of maximum excitement, Amelia seemed awkward with the sudden role-playing.
Still, it wasn’t something she had taken lightly, having decided to offer her backdoor even outdoors.
Soon, she composed herself and immersed herself in the acting.
“Caretaker, is this all you can do with cleaning?”
Amelia ran her fingertips over the clean table, then blew off the dust.
Even her spiteful gaze, trying to find fault, was increasingly resembling her past self.
“Pathetic…utterly pathetic.”
The moment she spat out the insult, Amelia’s gaze wavered as if she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
But she held back and continued to act the way Siwoo had asked her to.
“I’m really sorry….”
“You always say you’re sorry. But has there ever been any improvement? The old books here are basic but precious books with a long history.”
Amelia walked towards Siwoo, who had his head bowed.
It was just like the old days.
There was a gap there that couldn’t be compared to when he had simply compared it in his imagination.
“I can’t help but question the caretaker’s negligent sense of responsibility.”
Amelia poked Siwoo’s chest with her fingertips, a dissatisfied expression on her face.
It was truly a behavior that made a man’s sense of conquest boil over.
“I will correct it.”
“Correct? How? Is a caretaker who can’t even clean properly saying that he can take responsibility for his actions?”
Amelia’s face, which had seemed so cold, began to turn red.
To be more precise, her expression was acting out her haughty past self, but she couldn’t help the embarrassment that was welling up as she thought about her next line.
“I, I’ll have to show you how to clean properly.”
Then, she leaned on the desk and stuck her butt out like before.
“Show me your, your dirty dick, caretaker….”
Amelia, who was relatively sane, endured the wave of embarrassment and desperately tried to meet Siwoo’s expectations.
She had never imagined that Siwoo’s taste would be something more embarrassing than offering her backdoor on the street.
“I did it.”
A situation like a third-rate AV, riddled with awkward acting.
Amelia spread her plump pussy lips wide with two fingers.
“I, I, I…Amelia Merrygold…will show you the model of cleaning. A model of making the caretaker’s dirty dick…clean.”
“Are you really okay with this?”
Amelia wanted to punch Siwoo, who was pretending to be flustered, but she held back.
She had never imagined that Siwoo’s taste would be something more embarrassing than offering her backdoor on the street.
“Are you ignoring me now? A, a witch…never speaks nonsense. Hurry up and put it in.”
“Understood.”
Siwoo grabbed Amelia’s slender hips.
-Swoosh!
His hot glans burrowed into Amelia’s uniquely tight pussy.
The ecstatic sensation of his glans, which had been drying out in the cold air, being surrounded by hot fluids and folds of flesh.
“Haaah…Ugh…!”
Sex outdoors, like this, maximizes the pleasure of the first insertion.
This place was also a public place where people might come and go even at night.
Amelia moved her hand to her mouth and pressed her lips tightly.
-Squeeze! Squeeze!
Amelia’s special tight pussy, squeezing Siwoo’s dick as if she were being coquettish.
The pressure that seemed to be squeezing from all sides and the tightness that didn’t loosen no matter how much he thrust was Amelia’s unique characteristic.
“Caretaker…watch carefully.”
This was only their second time having sex.
It was by no means easy to receive Siwoo’s thing, which was much more swollen than usual, while standing.
With just a medium insertion, her legs felt like they were giving way and she was about to collapse.
The anxiety that someone might see them was transferred into a dizzying thrill, and her waist trembled.
Embarrassment, thrill, and, as Siwoo had said, a sense of nostalgia as if she had returned to the past.
Amelia began to shake her hips on her own.
Maybe some grape play.