Chapter 109: footjob 2
Norelia took her new role as a petite tyrant who loves to torture her war prisoner far too seriously, using her toes to perform delicate experiments along his massive dick. She traced every throbbing vein with precision, slowing her pace down to a crawl before suddenly pulling all the way to his base, even using her heels to playfully tease his balls.
"Hey—that’s practically an illegal torture!" Eren shouted, his lips twitching.
Norelia leaned forward, lowering her flushed face until her red eyes locked directly onto his. "Inhuman, isn’t it?" she asked. "Just like turning a wireless device on and making me nearly cum in front of ninety-eight students!"
Eren gasped at her continuous strokes as the bliss built to a breaking point. Thanks to his immense stamina, he held out through minutes of pure torment until his little brother decided it was time to give up. He shuddered with a groan as he released a heavy load straight onto her feet, painting her dark stockings with the thick, warm cum of his hard work.
Eren lay there, breathing heavily as the sensation gradually subsided while Norelia pulled her feet back, inspecting her work with satisfaction.
"An exemplary performance, student Eren. Thank you for giving me samples." She then pouted slightly, wiggling her messy, cum-covered toes. "Though you’ve completely ruined my favorite pair of stockings. I suppose I’ll have to assign you some extra homework to compensate."
But Eren didn’t protest at her extended torture session, he just chuckled.
"Actually, Professor... I think it’s officially time for you to do the homework."
Norelia blinked, looking down at him in complete confusion. Before she could understand what was happening, he casually stood up like nothing had happened, free of his bindings, and zipped his trousers back up.
"Wait—what?!" Norelia gasped, her red eyes widening in horror. "How on earth did you break my mana thread?!"
Eren raised his hands, casually flicking his wrists. "Oh, those? I snapped them like twine about ten minutes ago."
Norelia’s face instantly went pale as the terrifying reality of her situation set in. The petite scholar scrambled backward on the bed like a frightened cat. "Monster! Stay back! Don’t you dare come any closer!"
In a flash, Eren jumped forward, catching his petite girlfriend easily and pinning her down against the mattress.
"Release me, you idiot!" Norelia protested, flailing adorably beneath him. "I was merely retaliating for your earlier prank! This is gross abuse of faculty authority! Don’t you dare do anything reckless!"
Eren easily gathered both of her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as he hovered over her. His blue eyes locked onto hers, her warm breath lightly brushing against his face.
Gradually, her protests died down into silence. Her cheeks flushed, her red eyes wavering under his gaze.
As he held her down, Eren felt something was wrong with her body, her legs trembling. He thought maybe it was because of her intense footjob,
But...
A naughty smile spread across his face as his eyes drifted downward.
"Tell me, Professor..." Eren asked. "Where exactly did you say you put that new vibrator?"
Norelia’s eyes darted away immediately, turning her head to the side. "I-I threw it away! Right after class!"
Eren leaned down, his lips hovering an inch from her ear. "Are you sure about that? Because according to my Hawkeye spell... you’re currently still wearing it inside."
Norelia snapped her head back toward him in absolute shock. "Wait... Hawkeye?! How do you even know that spell?! It’s a hyper-complex, grand-tier detection spell that only high-rankin—"
Bzzzzzz—!
Before she could finish her rant, the toy inside her pussy depths suddenly vibrated at maximum frequency.
"Nnn-ngh...! AAAAH~!" Norelia’s head arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back as the sudden surge of pleasure ripped through her walls.
Eren casually clicked the tiny remote control in his free hand, pausing the vibration just as quickly as it started. He held up the device with a mischievous smirk.
"We can discuss my advanced magic spell later, Professor," Eren whispered, hovering over her trembling form. "Right now... how about we move on to your dengenraticve test?"
Norelia gritted her teeth, her breath coming in short as a fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs.
She knew she was completely trapped. Just like the helpless heroines in those novels she secretly read.
Well...
As she looked up into his handsome, possessive eyes, the petite professor let out a soft, breathless sigh and surrendered entirely to her fate.
***
Roughly an hour later, the front door of Eren’s dorm opened as a red-haired, busty cutie stepped inside, letting out a long, sleepy yawn. She was still in her fitted academy uniform, looking tired.
"Young Master~? You came back?"
Mira walked into the living area, casually kicking off her shoes as she called out. "I’m so sorry for getting back late, Young Master! My friends practically dragged me out to hang out in the capital. And you won’t believe it—they wouldn’t stop talking about you the entire time! Those greedy chicks are totally aiming for you—"
Her chatty rant flattened into silence the moment she saw Eren and Norelia on the bed, sleeping peacefully. The two were wrapped around each other like an inseparable couple resting after a brutal fight between them.
Mira’s green eyes narrowed with an adorable pout as she stared at the petite girl resting comfortably against her Sugar Daddy’s chest.
"Unbelievable..." Mira whispered, crossing her arms tightly over her enormous bust. "How dare she take advantage of him like this... especially after Emma explicitly put a strict ban on sex to teach him a lesson!"
But as she stood there grumbling to herself, she saw something beside them on the bed, a smooth egg-shaped device with a thin wire connecting it to a tiny box.
Curious, the red-haired maid came closer to the bed like a cat investigating an unknown object.
She picked up the metallic egg, holding it up to the evening light filtering through the window. She brought it a little closer to sniff, only to immediately catch a sweet, unmistakable scent of female arousal on its polished surface.
"What in the absolute fuck..." the busty maid muttered under her breath, staring at the little device in her hand, "...is this thing?"