Chapter 3.3

As she continued muttering, “That can’t be,” the teacher added more information.

“…They were recently offered as a limited edition at an auction.”

“What?”

That couldn’t be. When it came to Felix’s magical item auctions, she diligently kept track of the dates and places to personally visit the auction house to acquire items. Yet, she hadn’t heard about any recent auctions.

She remembered the limited items she had lost due to price competition, keeping them in mind for when they might reappear to buy them immediately…

“When and where was this?”

“…There was a discreet auction held for teachers.”

“Really? Such secretive events exist?”

“Would I lie to you, Miss?”

The teacher gave a harmless smile. Seeing that face made her nod automatically.

Oh, I see. Everything a person like that says must be true.

“If another auction like that happens, could you take me with you?”

“If you complete your lessons well, I’ll definitely take you.”

She resolved to be a very diligent student.

“There must be many things like these gloves there, right? I’m really looking forward to it. I should start saving money.”

“…I’ll do my best too.”

“Pardon?”

“So you can complete your lessons well. Now, would you like to try on the gloves?”

“Yes!”

She took the gloves from the teacher and put them on. The fabric felt incredibly soft against her skin. As she turned her hands this way and that, she felt like an elegant lady, more sophisticated with each glance. The teacher watched her with satisfaction and said,

“Since it’s something I acquired with difficulty, you must use it every day without fail.”

“Of course! These are magical items from Felix, gifted by you. I won’t take them off except when washing.”

The teacher agreed that it was a good idea and smiled again.

* * *

When the lesson started today, she realized her fear of seeing the male anatomy again was unfounded. When she actually faced the teacher’s n*ked body, she was fine.

Having thought about the teacher all week and prepared herself by even drawing the male anatomy on canvas, the effect was significant. She realized this was the power of review.

If things continued like this, she might become so accustomed to the male body that she could touch it and eventually marry Felix and have s*x!

She imagined a bright future where she lived happily with Felix and their children.

Perhaps because she received a gift and the lesson progressed without issue, she was in a good mood and enthusiastically described the teacher’s sturdy lower body, as if critiquing a piece of art. Having once described the upper body helped. Initially, she stammered, but as time went on, her words flowed smoothly.

“Your b*ttocks are really pale, Teacher. They look like white, chewy bread. It’s like squeezing two dollops of white paint onto a palette.”

As she spoke, she often used food and fruit as metaphors. Describing ankles like peaches and firm b*ttocks, among others. Finding similar foods and attaching them was fun, so she did it deliberately.

The quality of a drawing depended on its details. It varied based on how one observed it.

So, when observing a subject for a drawing, she had a habit of looking from the front, sides, and back, checking from above, and touching it multiple times to understand the texture.

That habit didn’t disappear here.

Honestly, she wasn’t aware of what she was saying.

At some point, she was circling around the teacher’s lower body, as if she were about to draw it, displaying her investigative spirit. Driven by the desire to capture its features well, she narrowed her eyes and spoke without filtering through her brain.

The teacher’s center was no exception. Since it was a prominent feature, she unconsciously leaned closer to get a better view of the large organ and scrotum, not realizing her proximity.

She felt sorry for comparing, but the one she saw as a child, Diana’s boyfriend’s, seemed grotesque, while the teacher’s appeared straight and smooth, seeming relatively fine.

‘But do men’s organs naturally extend forward the moment they remove their pants?’

The small opening on the gl*ns seemed to greet her. 

It seemed to hang down before the pants were removed. Did I see it wrong earlier?

As she continued to watch, it seemed like the pillar was growing larger.

“Um, Teacher, it seems like your organ is swelling. Is it just my imagination?”

“I apologize.”

“What?”

The teacher suddenly apologized and grasped the upright pillar.

“I tried to calm it down by singing the imperial anthem in my head, but it was still difficult.”

“Why sing the anthem? Does singing change something?”

“Don’t you know?”

The teacher raised his head sharply and looked troubled.

“…I thought you were talking so casually because you knew…”

“Why, why? Is there a problem?”

The teacher shook his head and rubbed his organ.

“I thought you knew the names of the parts of the male organ and the differences before and after an er*ction. But noblewomen aren’t usually taught in detail.”

“er*ction?”

He was right.

In s*x education, they only mentioned that a man inserts his organ into a woman’s vaginal opening to have children. They said that was enough to know, and when the time came, the man would take care of everything to impregnate her.

She knew the names of the organs because Diana once brought a bizarre object called a d*ldo and explained its shape in detail.

The teacher, rubbing his chin in thought, spoke.

“Well, since it seems you don’t know, I’ll explain briefly. First, the normal state of the organ is not like this.”

“What? Then…”

“Normally, the surface is wrinkled and saggy. It’s not usually this thick and large. If it were like this all the time, wouldn’t the pants tear?”

“Oh… I guess that’s true.”

She nodded. If the basic shape of the organ was like that, men would need special pants. It would be embarrassing to look at.

“Then what is the current state?”

“This is an er*ction.”

“er*ction…”

What exactly is that?

Now that she thought about it, Diana’s boyfriend had changed his organ when she was younger. She just thought it transformed from something grotesque to an even more grotesque stick.

“An er*ction refers to the p*nis becoming er*ect and taking on a firm shape for insertion. If the organ is saggy and soft, wouldn’t insertion be difficult?”

“I suppose…”

“Ah, do you know about insertion?”

“I learned about that.”

She had seen it firsthand too.

“That’s a relief. If you didn’t know, I thought I might need to start with that.”

“Then when does an er*ction happen? Does it just happen suddenly?”

“Haha, no. It naturally occurs when sexually aroused.”

Hmm? 

Her brain froze for a moment, causing her head to tilt sideways. The teacher spoke so matter-of-factly that she thought s*xual arousal had some other meaning.

The teacher spun his organ around and looked apologetic.

“I tried to hold back, but honestly, it stood up as soon as I undressed.”

“Does that mean… you were aroused…”

“Yes.”

The teacher nodded with a face showing no excitement. The discrepancy between his words and actions caused cognitive dissonance.

The teacher’s organ was still standing upright. The swollen center seemed to bob as if breathing heavily. The teacher apologized again and pressed down on it, as if trying to push it down. But the more he did, the more the organ sprung upward, as if being mischievous.

It wasn’t a competition to see who could win.

“…It won’t work.”

The teacher removed his hand from the organ. Just when she thought he might continue the lesson, he asked,

“Could you please cover your ears and turn around for a moment?”

“Uh, why?”

“Well, at this rate, the next lesson might be moved up to today. But if you’d like to preview, you can keep watching.”

“If… that’s the case, alright.”

She obediently turned around. 

What exactly was he going to do that required a preview?

She was a bit curious, but she didn’t want to learn something she didn’t need to know right now due to unnecessary curiosity. That childhood incident was enough.

Following the teacher’s instructions, she blocked her ears and looked only at the window. Since she couldn’t predict what was happening behind her, she felt tense, and her palms grew sweaty.

Occasionally, she heard weak tapping sounds. 

Was he hitting the floor or something? 

She thought about sneaking a peek but decided to pretend she couldn’t hear and stayed still.

She counted numbers while looking at the dark outside until the teacher said she could turn back around. One, two, three… When the count exceeded a hundred and her body began to itch, the teacher finally said she could look.

Slowly turning around, she saw that the teacher’s organ looked distinctly different. As if some magic had been cast, the angry pillar from earlier was now calmly hanging between his legs.

The shape was reminiscent of an elephant’s trunk from an animal encyclopedia.

“Shall we continue with the lesson then?”

The teacher spoke cheerfully.