Chapter 458 – Thursday, Week 7 (9)
“Right, Marey? Whoops, not seriously. If Marey was an adult~ I’m asking. If I say it wrong here, Professor Icher might be very angry~?”
I’m kneading a lot. As if responding to Illien’s sexual harassment, Marei puts a lot of strength on her buttocks, but whenever that happens, her hands stroking her as if tickling her buttocks quickly loosen her strength.
“Ah, yes… Me too, I would be happy if I could date someone like Professor Leecher…”
“It’s embarrassing to say that… Professor Illien has nothing to offer even if he praises me… Marey de Parwen… Hmmmm… Even if you praise him like that, the grade will be given according to the score.”
Itcher cleared his throat several times and was reacting awkwardly to the atmosphere of praise. Unlike Marei, who thought the atmosphere was strange, Illien was proceeding as expected, so she smiled lightly.
Well, to someone I don’t know, I might look a little angry. Contrary to her coercive and self-assertive appearance, she was the kind of good kid who couldn’t protest anything, constantly backing away when pushed.
This, thanks to the special growth environment of the Dark Elf, who is like her younger sister… Basic sociability was low, self-confidence was high, and even self-esteem was at the bottom. Even though he was revered as a great wizard during the Continental War, he was still at this level.
Even though I recovered my self-esteem in such an environment, it was lacking compared to the general public… It was just like this. She had a good body to present to her master, and she was the kind of woman who would do anything for her lover once she fell in love.
Of course, she might be a little annoying because of her ridiculously low self-esteem, but that’s something they can control.
“Hmmmm… It’s class time now, so please go, Illien sister.”
“Oh, I said sister!”
“No, this… Therefore… Ugh… Only when Marey is there. Please be careful when there are other students.”
“Ahaha, yes, yes, yes, yes, I will leave. Marey, by all means for lunch. Must come! Do you understand?”
Illien smiled pleasantly, and then she lightly kissed Marey on the cheek.
“Oh… !”
“Whoops, fighting!”
After she said that, she waved her hand and she immediately left her classroom. Ycher slumped in her chair, feeling exhausted. Marey cleaned the traces of refreshments spread on the desk.
“You are suffering too… That… Do you kiss often?”
“Ah yes. Often…”
Just kissing him on the cheek seemed to make Ischer uncomfortable, and he cleared his throat slightly.
From a sticky kiss, not a cheek, to a penis before the act, ‘I will serve you’. After the act, she glistened with semen and love juice, saying ‘Thank you for using it today’.
“Still… A kiss I’m not even a lover.”
“Illien-nee is a good person.”
My sister Rani… Yitzer licked her lips a few times and then bit her mouth shut. If it’s your sister, is that enough? Then I’m also an older sister…
“Professor Ischer?”
“Oh, hmmm… You can also call me sister when you’re with Professor Illien or me. If you’re Illien’s sister’s disciple, you feel like my disciple.”
“May I?”
Icher nodded his head instead of answering. When she spoke, her voice seemed to tremble with embarrassment. If it was a close friend’s younger brother, I would have said it in the form of my younger brother, but how many wizards in the world would talk about a disciple like that?
Still, she couldn’t easily give up the sweet ringing in her ears just before. It seemed that the next time she took it out, she would be in a strange mood, so it had to be now.
“It’s a secret from everyone else!”
“Yes. Isher sister.”
At the word sister, Ycher stopped breathing without even realizing it. And I let out my breath very slowly, just in case I didn’t notice that my breathing was rough. As she parted, she wondered if it was okay to kiss her on the cheek, but Icher quickly forgot about it as she shook her head at what was nothing short of a delusion of hers.
“It’s a little hot…”
While her class was in full swing, Icher said so and subtly took off his robe. She was wearing a suit and shirt not too different from Illien’s. She was small compared to the Ksar Kruu sisters, but compared to Lavella’s, her breasts were slightly larger, and I caught my eye involuntarily.
However, because her class progressed steadily, she had no time to pay attention.
“… Solve this problem with the formula from the class.”
Icher saw Marey frantically solving problems. She’s still better than a bum when it comes to black magic, but she’s on the verge of being a genius. By the way, seeing that she doesn’t even pay attention to her when she takes off her robe, is she unattractive?
Itcher de Valentine rested his chin on his chin and stared blankly at the boy who seemed uninterested in him. Illien’s white cheeks, which her sister had kissed, looked very attractive. He was cute and focused on the problem.
She must have looked fat because she wore her clothes a little too big. Ycher checked his outfit once more. She looked at the boy and tucked the shirt into the skirt of her suit as much as possible, trying to save her angle, but she seemed fat because she wore a men’s shirt with a reduced hem rather than a custom-made one.
Of course, he would get angry if he heard of big breasts and huge breasts, but he drew Isher’s body so accurately that there was almost no error rate in the boy’s head, who took off all of his small breasts like Philia and often continued to act while wearing clothes. It was a long way off for Isher to know.
“Excellent… Time is ambiguous. Today’s class should be like this.”
A little more, stay with this child… No no. I wanted to teach at least one more, but lunchtime was right around the corner. If he hadn’t made an appointment with Illien, he would have lunch with him… No, what are you thinking about a child?
Itcher let out a small sigh as if he didn’t understand the strange feeling he kept feeling. Unknowingly, in my gaze toward the floor, I saw a baggy shirt. He leads to the idea that Illien should recommend something like a custom suit.
“Ah yes! You worked hard today. Thank you.”
“Yeah, it was hard. See you next week.”
Itcher tried to answer calmly. Maray nodded politely, quickly packed her bag and empty paper box, and left the classroom. No, she said carefully before she left.
“That, and… I think a dress shirt is prettier than a robe, Icher noona.”
Marey closed the door before Icher could answer. Hearing footsteps quickly disappearing outside the door, she involuntarily burst into laughter.
“The shirt… Pretty… Is it… Sister…”
Ycher leans back on the back of her chair, covering her eyes with her arms, muttering the word ‘sister’. She put on her robe again. Thanks to her temperature control enchantment, her pleasant coolness began to feel her body.
After staring blankly at the spot where the boy stood for a while, she couldn’t hold back her laughter that kept leaking out and left the classroom door. She traced the boy’s figure and felt that today was going to be a good day.
“That…”
“Aren’t you a dark elf?”
“Was it Professor Icher…? ?”
“Slaughterer?”
“I heard that he was brutally killed during the Romania Giants…”
As the whispers reached her ears, she realized that she had left her gloves behind. At the cold stares around her, she covered her hand with her robe and sped her steps as fast as she could to get out of the spot.
It was as if he had committed a sin.
Every time I heard the story of the Balter students, it seemed like a story from a distant country to Marey. Whether it’s stocks, logistics, or quotes. I was usually unable to get into the main story the next semester, to the point where I felt compelled to take a class on economics.
Because he was filled with a sensual life that everyone else would envy, it was difficult to easily intervene in the stories of his classmates and bring up the topic first. That’s why I had no choice but to focus more on the children’s words, but when I heard Gillia’s story, I could say that it was fortunate for Marey, as this image made her feel very friendly.
Of all those stories, the only one Marey could speak with confidence about was the one involving professors who were popular with her students. She is already living a life where it is impossible to tell whether she should be living together or raising her.
Strictly separated by time, but when it comes to lovers, Julia Pahu shares personal stories and simple chats while sticking a penis into a pleasant flesh pot.
These three have always been a hot potato among students. While Julia Pahu is regarded as a nice, scary, and charismatic older sister or older sister, and Illien Ksacro is regarded as a lovely older sister, older sister, and friend, Idrien Ksacrou’s evaluation was harsh.
A record of telling a tardy student to leave class because he doesn’t deserve it, giving a grade of 0 to a student who hasn’t done his homework, saying he doesn’t have the attitude to attend class, and when students ask questions after class, why? Giving a pinjan saying that you don’t understand, etc.
I don’t know if it’s okay to say this, but when Marey first entered Balter School, her students’ evaluations were the worst, and when she was bored, Marey, who was not the party to her, was startled.
Of course, I could hear from her side that she had improved recently, such as forgiving students who were late, giving opportunities to students who forgot their assignments, and kindly answering questions. Thanks to that, groundless and speculative rumors such as being struck by lightning while passing by, having a lover, or believing in God abounded, but there was no doubt that it was in a positive direction.
Still, nothing has changed in her cold attitude, but from her students’ point of view, because she behaves according to common sense, she has often been talked about as if she’s more popular than Illien these days. If she was Illien, who was like a puppy with innocent eyes, Idrien felt like a lone wolf, so it was easy to understand.
He said that he was knitting when he had nothing to do during his break, but Marey didn’t say anything about knitting to Idrien, expecting the gift to be his.
Anyway, when the story of Julia Pahu and Ksar Kruu sisters, which are often mentioned by students, came up, Marey also had something to talk about, but she said that it was not something she could say to others, so she nodded her head. I had no choice but to nod.
If you do, you will come up with something like absurd speculation, but one of them was a story about Illien Ksakru’s cooking skills. The story that she was unlikely to be able to cook due to her clumsy behavior along with her innocent image was strangely established as an established theory, but as Marey, who often eats food prepared by Illien, it was a story she wanted to deny.
Surprisingly, the best cook in the family was Illien, followed by Idrien, and Ravella last. Of course, that didn’t mean that Ravella couldn’t cook.
In the case of Ravella de Parwen, there was no particular food to cover, and it ended to the point where I felt it was delicious. Sister Ksa Kruu, who kept brainwashing her into thinking that she was younger than Labella in terms of human age, had lived alone, so she was very good at cooking.
Of course, because it’s a ridiculous recipe from Ravela’s point of view, Marey can also taste like this with these ingredients? And it’s full of surprises. It was odd for her to tell the students that lately she had been practicing making it exactly as it was written in the cookbook, and her housekeeping skills had been improving.
Marais savored the table-full food one by one, and she was filling out the evaluation table Illien had created. They asked me to indicate points for improvement or things that didn’t taste good, but from Marey’s point of view, everything was satisfactory, so I wrote ‘I love you Ren’ out loud and tried to focus on the meal.
If you ask why she is trying to make an effort…
– Um… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… Chuyuup…
The sticky sound coming from under the table was the main cause. Marei put her hand under her table and lightly stroked her Illien’s head, then returned to focus on her meal. Although she couldn’t taste the bitch’s service, which intensively sucked and swallowed only her glans…
-Um… Um… Lick. Lick…
Her tongue moves softly, smearing saliva on her glans. I can feel the saliva dripping from her sticky tongue and trickling down the pillar. In addition, it goes into the deep gullet of the huge breasts that swallowed up the pillar of the penis, and makes a squeaking sound every time you press it from the left and right.
