Chapter 81: wanna fuck me?
Norelia let out a soft, smug huff. "Honestly, what would you ever do without my superior intellect? What if we bypass the mechanical hardware altogether? If we replace those bulky physical copper coils with micro-inscribed rune magic directly onto the interior casing, we can reduce the volume by at least seventy percent."
Eren’s blue eyes lit up in genuine admiration. "Can you actually use runes at that microscopic scale within a few hours?"
Norelia turned her head back up toward him, her red eyes locking onto his with a soft, deeply possessive gleam as she adjusted her weight on his lap once more.
"Of course I can," she stated, her tone leaving zero room for debate. "You might be a genius when it comes to mana engineering. But I am a master of both advanced engineering and magic. Inscribing microscopic runes is child’s play for me. The only catch is that rune arrays require a constant, stable mana feed to maintain the frequency recording."
"What if we use a small Grade 2 mana stone in the core housing?" Eren suggested.
Norelia hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "A little Grade 2 stone... yes, that would supply enough passive mana to keep it active for at least two months continuously. Mass production is out of the question for now, since inscribing runes at this scale requires manual, absolute precision... but assembling one right now? Zero issue."
Driven by appreciation for his brilliant pocket-sized professor, Eren wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and planted a firm, warm kiss right on her soft cheek.
"You are genuinely a miracle worker, Miss Norelia," he murmured fondly.
Norelia’s cheeks were flaming crimson. She frantically rubbed the spot he had kissed, turning her flustered face away to hide her wildly beating heart. "I-Idiot! Don’t go use cheap physical distractions while we’re on a tight deadline! Let’s just finish this quickly before the lab ghosts start roaming the corridors!"
She hastily scrambled off his lap, pulling up a stool beside the workbench and grabbing her specialized, high-precision mana stylus to hide her absolute, total embarrassment.
True to her boast, Norelia’s technical execution was nothing short of breathtaking.
Watching her delicate fingers weave rune matrices onto the interior casing of the miniature shell was like watching a master artist at work—a feat that would leave the academy’s top archmages weeping in envy. Meanwhile, Eren handled the physical assembly, carefully soldering the micro-receivers, dampening plates, and the Grade 2 mana stone into place.
Finally, after three hours of grueling, intense collaboration, they completed the prototype that sat on the workbench. They were sleek, easily concealable in the palm of a hand.
Norelia wiped a thin bead of sweat from her forehead, adjusting her glasses as she stared at the device. "Are you entirely certain this miniature marvel actually functions?"
Without answering, Eren picked it up, activated the switch, and looked at her. "Say something into the receiver, Professor."
"Fine. I am currently speaking into your ridiculous little machine, and if it doesn’t work—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Eren playfully pinched her sensitive waist.
"AAHN—! Y-You perverted bastard, what do you think you’re doing?!" Norelia yelped out, her small frame jumping in shock as her face flushed completely red.
Eren turned the recording switch off, suppressing a thoroughly amused smile. He popped the micro-storage mana stone out of the disc and inserted it straight into a larger, box-shaped audio player he had built earlier. He hit the primary playback lever.
The machine came to life, reading engraved frequency lines, and a crystal-clear audio echoed loudly through the quiet laboratory:
"—I am currently speaking into your ridiculous little machine, and if it doesn’t work— AAHN—! Y-You perverted bastard, what do you think you’re doing?!"
Norelia froze, her jaw dropping in shock as her own outraged, suspiciously scandalous yelp played back with perfect clarity.
Setting aside her temporary mortification at her own recorded yelp, the petite girl’s eyes sparkled with immense pride. They had just casually invented a world-altering piece of technology in a single evening.
"We actually did it..." she whispered, marveling at the device.
"You did it, Professor," Eren corrected. "Without your micro-rune matrix, we’d still be looking at an oversized copper brick."
Norelia puffed out her chest, adjusting her glasses with a smug, delightfully arrogant shrug—a posture she had clearly picked up directly from him. "Praise your brilliant girlfriend as much as you like, Eren. After all, you are currently in the presence of a legendary, once-in-a-generation genius."
Eren raised a single eyebrow; it had been days since he played with her. "Is this the same legendary genius who ran away from her adoptive mother, only to work in the Volsver family library reading ultra-spicy romance novels secretly?"
"Y-You absolute bastard!" Norelia gasped, her face flushed.
She swung a furious, tiny fist straight toward him, but Eren effortlessly caught her wrist in the palm of his hand. Norelia squirmed and tugged, attempting to break his grip with zero physical success, cursing his name under her breath as her petite body wriggled against him.
Eren simply sat there, entertained by her struggling in his grasp.
Gradually, Norelia’s desperate protests died down. She stopped pulling, her red eyes looking onto him with an intense concentration. A heavy, quiet beat passed between them in the dimly lit laboratory.
"Eren," Norelia stated directly, her tone completely dropping its usual cadence. "Do you want to fuck me? Right here, right now."
Eren’s brain suffered a brief hiccup. For a second, he genuinely questioned whether his hearing had been damaged by the laboratory equipment. "...I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me perfectly fine, you pervert. It has been a few days since I last had you to myself. I am suffering a severe, critical deficit of your attention."
"Miss Norelia," Eren chuckled dryly, gesturing vaguely to the surrounding workbench. "It’s the middle of the night, and we are literally inside the Vice Principal’s personal research laboratory."
Norelia leaned forward, her small hands reaching down and sliding his zipper down.
"Oh, please," she hummed softly with a possessive smirk on her flustered face. "Is this situation suddenly where you draw the moral line? A man who maintains a maid, a swordmaster instructor, and a professor as his secret girlfriends while publicly parading around with a noble fiancée?"
She reached inside his trousers, her small hand wrapped firmly around his rapidly hardening, fat dick. She pulled his massive length free into the cool air, starting a slow stroke that instantly sent a surge of heat straight to Eren’s entire body.
"Besides," Norelia murmured, her red eyes flashing with absolute, non-negotiable authority as she stroked his length, "my lecture schedule tomorrow is completely packed from dawn till dusk. So you don’t get a say in this, Eren."