Chapter 82: Caught
The heavy double doors of the research laboratory opened with a loud, echoing sound.
An elderly, stern-looking staff member wearing the uniform of a senior night watchman stepped into the dimly lit room, holding a flickering mana lantern aloft. His sharp, suspicious gaze swept across the silent laboratory, quickly locking onto Eren, who was sitting remarkably stiff in the center of the illuminated workbench area.
The watchman squinted his eyes, his brow furrowing into judgment folds. "Young man... what in the world is a student doing inside the Vice Principal’s high-tier facility at this hour? On a campus holiday, no less?"
Eren involuntarily shuddered, his entire nervous system spiking before he instantly forced himself to stiffen back up, executing a textbook, rock-solid poker face.
He cleared his throat with deliberate, noble composure. "Ah, good evening, officer. I was granted special clearance by Vice Principal Carolynn to finalize a time-sensitive magical research assignment. I am simply wrapping up the final checks and will be departing in precisely fifteen minutes."
The old watchman narrowed his eyes further, scanning the quiet lab. "Are you here alone?"
"Completely alone. Just me and my machinery."
The watchman held his gaze for five excruciatingly long seconds before finally offering a stiff, grumpy nod. "Very well. See that you lock the primary seals on your way out. It’s nearly midnight, and students shouldn’t be wandering the academy in the dark."
With a heavy creak, the guard stepped back into the corridor, and the massive laboratory doors clicked firmly shut behind him.
Eren waited until the sound of the watchman’s footsteps faded completely before finally letting out a long, silent breath. He slowly looked down below the workbench to see his partner in crime.
Norelia was currently kneeling directly between his parted knees, her one small hand gripping the base of his massive, fat cock as if her life depended on it. Her cheeks were completely flushed as she rhythmically bobbed her head, her warm, wet mouth acting like an absolute vacuum around his shaft, filling the quiet, dark laboratory with lewd sounds.
slurp, slurp
Eren wondered how on earth his lazy lover transformed into an absolute master-tier pro in the span of two weeks? Her oral execution was literally off the charts.
Eren reached down, gently weaving his fingers through her soft hair as her warm throat clamped tight around his rod. "You know... you timed that watchman’s arrival with precision, Professor."
Norelia offered a muffled, vibrating "Hmm-mm~" against his shaft, not pausing her relentless, wet work for even a fraction of a second. Her red eyes looked up at him through her fogged-up glasses with an absolute, unhinged level of focus, completely lost in the intoxicating pleasure of devouring her boyfriend right beneath her mother’s workbench.
The wet sounds grew exponentially louder as Norelia shifted into aggressive mode. She bobbed her head with high-speed momentum, visibly frustrated that his absurdly high endurance was keeping him from breaking. Her warm, wet tongue worked frantically against his tip, tracing the heavy veins along his shaft with precision.
"Are you... taking revenge on me for using that mana vibration toy on you last time, Professor?" Eren managed to groan out, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Norelia gave an enthusiastic, muffled nod against his rod.
After a few more minutes of pure heat, she finally felt his massive dick twitch inside her mouth. Instead of pulling back, the petite genius went all-in—forcing it completely down into her throat despite her body’s protests. Eren let out a groan, surrendering to the sensation as he unloaded his pent-up frustration directly into her mouth. Norelia greedily took every single drop, her throat contracting tightly to milk his entire delivery.
When his hips finally stopped twitching, she slowly retreated, leaving his length glistening with her saliva in the cool air. She clapped both hands over her mouth as she struggled to swallow the load.
"Bleh!"
She wiped her lips. "How on earth do the heroines in those novels swallow this stuff so casually?! It tastes terrible!"
Eren gasped, catching his breath as he looked down at her. "Then you shouldn’t have forced yourself to swallow it, you absurd little genius!"
Norelia pushed herself up to her feet, resting her hands on his thighs, leaning in until her warm breath touched his lips, slyly. "And why shouldn’t I? If doing this makes my precious younger boyfriend beg for his life while enjoying every second of it, it is a complete victory for me."
Eren deadpanned as a predatory glint flared in his blue eyes. She has officially exceeded her daily quota for teasing. It’s his time to retaliate now.
"Tell me, Miss Norelia..." Eren purred, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with implicit threat. "In those questionable books you hide in... don’t you always rave about the ruthless, overly aggressive male leads?"
Norelia blinked, her smirk faltering slightly as she noticed the shift in his aura. "Wait... why are you asking—"
Eren grabbed her waist and, with effortless dominance, he lifted her short frame straight off the floor. Norelia let out a sharp yelp of surprise as he pinned her against the nearest stone wall.
"You perverted idiot..." Norelia muttered under her breath, but instead of resisting, she reached up and cupped his chin and launched herself into his mouth, aggressively clashing her lips against his. She playfully bit his bottom lip with possessive affection.
Eren didn’t waste a single second.
While their lips remained locked in a bruised kiss, his hand slid down beneath her short skirt and pulled her damp panties away. Sensing her total cooperation, his membrane underwent an immediate, full-combat reboot, throbbing with renewed energy against her pussy.
Holding her, Eren guided her hips down, driving his massive, thick length straight into her tight, drenched womanhood in one long, uncompromising stroke.
"AHHH—!"
Norelia’s back arched against the cold wall as her loud, breathless cry shattered the quiet laboratory. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as her inner walls stretched to accommodate his massive size once again.
"F-Fuck... Eren...! It’s so big... ahh! It’s stretching me all over again... Eren... don’t stop!"
Eren showed her zero mercy, relentlessly pounding his hips into her.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
The wet, frantic slaps of skin clashing against skin echoed loudly in the laboratory. Norelia’s tight, drenched pussy welcomed every single heavy thrust, her inner walls clamping down around his massive length like a warm velvet vice, greedily swallowing every last inch of him deep into her.
"Ahh... fuck! Eren... devour me!" she whimpered out, her small hands clutching his shoulders for dear life. "Make me your... make me your dirty little slut... ahh! It’s too good... don’t you dare stop!"
Eren understood she was literally reciting dialogue from those trashy, dark-romance novels. Her commitment to the roleplay was truly exemplary—
CREEEAK...
The groan of the laboratory’s massive double doors snapped Eren’s instincts straight back into reality.
The old night watchman had returned.