Chapter 709 – Thursday, Week 8 (6)
As he left the magic shop, Itcher glanced at the boy cautiously following him. The story of Ravella de Parwen running and managing some of Walther’s institutions from an early age is well-known. She said that even in some aristocratic families, she followed the Parwen family, and it was once fashionable for young children to sit in the representative seats here and there.
Most of them were just for display by putting their names on it.
In that respect, the story that a boy named Marais de Parwen, who was attending Balter Academy, became the chairman of Balter was a fairly reliable story. According to the rumors that Illien’s sister had told me, I even heard that he was going to join a practical part and learn academy work.
It was almost confirmed, so I heard through Ace Melt that the knight commander would personally come and do a safety check.
‘What kind of work is the chairman of the board?’
Itcher laughed a little as the ducklings chasing after them from behind were like ducklings approaching after their mother. Seeing that he followed what he taught, as well as trying to draw and weave other magic theories, his intelligence itself was excellent.
Illien was a highly anticipated child to the extent that her older sister added the word ‘dare’. However, it was not long before he came to Balter. He has never received the professional heir training that aristocratic families do.
Even so, he was just worried that he would go straight to the job of the chairman. Illien sister is too indecisive and Idrien is too cruel.
‘I’ll have to help.’
He had no interest in being the chairman or power, but he couldn’t help but notice that the corner of his mouth went up when he thought that he was helping the cute disciple who was following him.
I didn’t know if it was really for the sake of my pupil, or if it was because I was so happy that my heart would harden at the thought of becoming a necessary existence for a boy who would make something bloom in my heart.
I thought I knew what he was thinking when I saw that his legs were straining and his hips were swinging from side to side like a female attracting males…
A boy who made women who are courted by numerous men into female toilet bowls, pets, and sex friends. No, the older sister who exudes strange pheromones as the male twitches her buttocks in front of her. No, there is no way that the female unconsciously failed to see the signal…
‘Ugh… I haven’t said anything since… Are you angry… ? Maybe she brought up the story of becoming the chairman too late… ? Or did I go too far in asking Professor Ase Melt to write an explanation… ? Still, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see it…’
Could have been
With different worries and concerns, Isher and Marey returned to the academy.
“Ah, come to think of it… I can no longer use this secret passage.”
Ischer, who was silently folding the space and moving, spoke as if he was sorry.
“…Aside from Professor Illien and Idrien, is there anyone else who uses it?”
“Huh? No, it’s a ceremony made by the three of us. Chairman… No, not even the former chairman knows. It’s not just magic.”
Seeing how confident I was, I believed. If the only people who use it are your toilet bowl pet and Isher noona, it’s okay to leave it alone.
“Then I’ll do something good.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll do what I don’t know. You can’t let other people know… ?”
Ycher smiled and pressed Marey’s head, ruffling her dark hair, and hugged her tightly.
“You cute guy!”
“Oh… Isher sister… I’m out of breath…”
With his head buried in Icher’s chest that smelled like sweet honey, Marey patted her on the back as if in agony. Ycher tilted her body from side to side, and she didn’t know what to do with this cute little boy, so she only hugged her tighter.
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Returning to the classroom, Ycher lay face down on the desk as if his energy was drained. Of course, because of her large breasts, she couldn’t lie down properly, and her heavy-looking breasts were overtaxing her shirt according to gravity between the desks.
“Ugh… Because I’m old, my shoes hurt just by walking around a little.”
“Aren’t you the same age as Professor Illien?”
“I am much younger.”
As if bragging about how young he was, he touched Icher’s shoulder and slowly turned his head. Maray remembered that sometimes Illien and Idrien also said that her breasts made them uncomfortable.
“Icher Le noona, can I rub his shoulder?”
“Huh? Do you know how to sleep?”
“Yes, I learned a little bit about massage. I often do it for Professor Illien or Idrien.”
“Really… ?”
At Marey’s words, Isher asked in surprise. Illien I don’t know her sister, but Edrien that crazy bitch really hated anyone touching her body. Even if she has an eccentric personality that hates passing by, is my pupil pretty?
What I learned from Ran, called a simple massage, had to be called a fire prevention technique that lifts the female body so that it can be enjoyed more densely and happily than usual.
However, she naively accepted Ran’s words that it would be nice if she could do it for Ravela and the other children, and Marei understood it as a simple massage.
“Then where should I ask?”
Ycher, who would have been uncomfortable even touching her skin if it was someone else, sat back behind her, holding onto the chair, and showed the boy her back, defenselessly.
“Can you tell me if it hurts?”
“Yes, yes.”
Icher simply nodded at Marey’s small hand on her shoulder. I didn’t expect much because she looked much younger than my peers and had thin lines, but she just asked for it because she was cute.
– Kwok.
“Ugh!?”
Pressing down on his bundled shoulders, Leecher opened his eyes wide without even realizing it.
“…Are you sick?”
“No no. Just… Please continue.”
It was more powerful than I thought. Ycher let out her breath pleasantly at the boy’s touch, which began to gently loosen her shoulders.
“Oh… There… Oops… Hey, you’re doing very well… Oops… Ah…”
Is a boy even a boy? Icher felt an indescribable strange feeling at the grip that was so strong that it felt like his shoulders were being crushed. He couldn’t easily give a name to an unfamiliar sensation he had never thought of.
– Kwok.
“Oh… Does Illien do it every day too? Ughhhhh…”
“Yes, you are very good. Especially Idrien noona.”
Idrien, you call that bitch your sister too. Icher involuntarily closed his eyes at the pleasant comfort that spread throughout his body. Slowly, slowly, my body started to warm up. Ycher let out a long breath and his body trembled.
“Ah… Ah… I’m doing my shoulders… ?”
“Yes? Ah yes. I have to press the armpit and the side as well.”
Icher trembled at the touch of his shoulder and side casually. Still, he had a feeling of reluctance that he might be touching it too lightly, but he kept his mouth shut when he saw the boy pressing down on the inside of his armpit with a very serious face.
“Ahhh… !”
“Sick?”
“Joe, a little… ? Gently…”
At the light touch that gently pressed and turned the inside of his armpit, Ischer made a noise with an unknown sensation that made him jump without even realizing it.
Tickle. Cool. Itcher lay down comfortably on the desk as if his tension was relieved by the subtle and pleasant massage that did not cross a certain line.
“Ahhh…”
Sensing something pushing through his tightly packed shoulders, Ischer opened his mouth involuntarily and let out a long moan. I could feel her muscles loosen up, and involuntarily, a lot of strength went into her lower abdomen.
“Can I make it a little stronger?”
“Okay, I’m begging you…”
It didn’t seem like the Parwen family would tell you this. Did I learn it alone? Icher clenched his fists in his tiny hands, which gently pushed up his neck. He could feel her fingers pressing down on her hair and digging through her hair. I felt a manly grip, and as I pressed my body closer, I unknowingly crouched down on a body that was stronger than I thought.
“Are you cool?”
“The best… Oops… Ah… Shoulders, shoulders, can you do more…”
As she was spitting out her words, her tongue seemed to loosen. The tip of his chest hardened, and his thighs were gathered in the middle, but Ycher was unaware of his change. She was immersed and focused on the fantastic sensations she was giving.
More. More. Icher, she doesn’t even know what she wants. She repeated her words to herself and slowly began to wet her panties. Her body slowly heats up and she curls up like a woman at the crushing sensation, expecting what follows.
“It’s all done. How is it?”
Did it? So is it over? Icher blinked his eyes involuntarily as he heard the sound in his ear. A strange laugh came out. Because it’s lacking, because it’s broken, and because it’s regrettable.
“It’s over, it’s over… Yes… Great job.”
As Icher hugged herself, she nodded her head slowly.
