Chapter 5.2

Finally, today was the day to touch the lower body.

“Then, I’ll start.”

After thoroughly touching his hips and legs, she made a resolute statement and moved her hand to the teacher’s center.

Then she grabbed the pillar between his legs at once.

“Ugh.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.”

Did I grip too hard?

She heard the teacher’s groan.

The lewd sound made her swallow.

She wrapped her hand around the teacher’s p*nis and slowly, cautiously, rubbed it.

The large organ didn’t even fit in one hand.

She wondered if it was heavy to carry such a thing.

Then she touched the scrotum.

It felt just as it seemed.

It was soft and pleasant to touch, like a tactile play tool she bought last time.

“Ugh, ha…”

She felt the teacher’s breath on her head.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ha, it’s fine.”

The teacher kept saying it was fine.

But his angry organ was trembling in her hand.

It seemed to be hurting from maintaining an er*ction for so long.

“Teacher, the method you mentioned to calm it… Will you show me today?”

She asked while massaging the scrotum and stroking the pillar.

The teacher looked at her with slightly languid eyes and replied.

“Yes, there are two methods.”

“Two?”

“One is for me to do, and the other involves your help.”

The teacher asked which one she would choose.

She pondered and asked to learn both.

“You seem timid yet bold at the same time.”

Is that so… Well, the teacher might see it that way.

Considering what she did to the teacher, it couldn’t have been done without some daring.

“Then I’ll show you how to do it alone first. Since you want to know the method, don’t run away midway.”

“Yes! I’m ready.”

She took several deep breaths.

“Then let’s begin.”

The teacher firmly grasped himself.

He moved his hand from the base to the gl*ns.

At first, it seemed similar to how she touched the teacher.

So she thought it was merely a matter of touching to relieve the er*ction.

But then, the teacher’s hand movements became intense.

The movements grew faster and stronger.

“Uh…”

Her mind went blank.

The repetitive thumping made her feel dazed.

Where was she, who was she, and what was she watching?

‘So… erotic…!’

Watching the teacher play with himself was truly erotic.

His face flushed, eyes moist as if he might shed tears, and slightly parted lips panting made her feel like a pervert.

“Ugh…”

Thump, thump, thump.

The aggressive movements worried her.

Wasn’t it too rough?

Wouldn’t the skin tear?

She felt a crazy urge to help.

From the gl*ns, cloudy liquid spurted out.

The frothy liquid eventually dripped to the floor.

How many times did the teacher stroke himself up and down?

He twisted his body.

Pshoo. The organ spurted white fluid.

The liquid shot out in a stream, attacking the empty wall.

It trickled down the wall.

The viscous liquid stretched into a long mass and settled on the floor.

After that, the teacher’s organ calmed down.

As if everything was finished…

The teacher took a towel from his bag and meticulously wiped the wall and floor.

“Um, teacher.”

“…I know you must have been very surprised. Still, you didn’t run away. Thank you for that.”

“No, it’s just…”

“If the shock is too much, I can erase your memory with magic…”

The teacher held a damp towel, unsure of what to do, watching for any sign from her. He seemed to think she was in shock since she was frozen without any expression. Unable to bear it, she shouted.

“Teacher, I was the one who said I would be prepared!”

“Miss…”

“Well… I was really surprised, but… that liquid…”

She moistened her dry lips and continued.

“Could it be… is it s*men?”

“Yes, it is.”

Wow, I really did witness an ej*culation. If it’s s*men, then it’s the stuff used to make babies…

As she muttered blankly, the teacher offered again to erase her memory. 

Did he have some magical item for erasing memories?

She said it was fine and asked him to explain the scene instead. The teacher, gauging her mood, began to speak.

“…What you saw is also called m*sturbation. I mentioned erections last time, right?”

“Yes, you said the p*nis becomes hard to facilitate insertion and happens when sexually… excited.”

“That’s correct. The organ wants to release its contents through insertion as much as it is aroused. But it can’t always be resolved that way.”

“Right…”

“So, one grabs oneself and moves as if thrusting during insertion to ej*culate. That’s why it’s called m*sturbation.”

She nodded vigorously, indicating she understood.

The most embarrassed person here must be the teacher. He had released s*men just like urinating. Yet, the teacher felt impressive, explaining like a professional.

“Now, the second method is for you to help.”

“What?”

“I’m really glad you’re okay with it. I was so afraid I might have tainted your eyes by showing you so raw.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, but since you say it’s not, I think I can proceed to the second method.”

The teacher smiled and gestured to his organ.

Oh, it was limp before. When did it stand upright again?

Its majesty left her mouth agape.

“You saw well earlier, right? You just need to do the same.”

“The same?”

“Yes, grab and stroke it up and down.”

The teacher gently guided her hand to his er*ect organ. He made her wrap it well and move slowly.

Her brain couldn’t keep up with the teacher’s pace, so she let him lead. Her hand moved up and down the teacher’s entire organ without any will. His organ was very hard and hot. The heat seemed to make her warm up too. It felt like someone was lighting a fire inside her belly.

Her mind was hazy. It was completely different from just touching. Every time her hand brushed against the scrotum, her body flinched. The air around them grew hot, and warm breaths escaped her mouth.

Seeing the teacher’s relaxed face, the act ended before she knew it.

“Your hand got dirty, Miss.”

Her hand was soaked with warm, slippery fluid. When she spread her palm, a fishy scent wafted up. It was a mysterious smell, similar yet different from something she remembered from childhood.

The teacher said it was dirty and cleaned her hand with a towel.

She remained dazed until then. She still felt like she was gripping and moving his organ.

* * *

A month had passed since she started lessons. The aftermath of the m*sturbation session lingered.

She couldn’t believe she had grabbed and stroke the teacher’s organ to make him ej*culate.

For days, the teacher’s provocative image lingered in her mind. She even dreamed about it.

In the dream, the teacher was n*ked. She was holding his organ, just like in the lesson. At first, it was soft, but it gradually grew. She wrapped it skillfully and moved up and down as the teacher had taught.

The teacher lay beneath her, breathing heavily. With a flushed face, he whispered, ‘Miss, please do it harder.’ The sound was pleasant, so she squeezed the scrotum and waited for him to ej*culate.

The teacher soon released s*men. The white, thick s*men suddenly poured out like a flood, forming a sea. As she swam in the sea of s*men, splashing around, the teacher came to save her.

When she said she almost drowned, the teacher said since she mentioned dying, she should keep her promise and kiss him.

When she asked why she had to keep promises even in dreams, the teacher grabbed her lips. Then he said it was time to insert and asked her to present her bottom. She bared her bottom in front of the teacher. The teacher’s er*ect organ then…

“Ah!”

She sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.

What a ridiculous dream… It was too dirty!

Lying back on the bed, she looked at her hands. Nothing was on them, but she still felt the teacher’s s*men, making them tingle. Rubbing her palms together, she let out a deep sigh.

It was just a dream, but it felt vivid. Especially the last part with the bottom…

She shook her head vigorously to erase the images. Childhood events and lesson experiences mixed strangely, creating a very dirty dream.

The dream kept coming back.

If I hadn’t woken up, would I have gone all the way with the teacher in the dream? Could something that big even fit? Wouldn’t I get hurt if something so hard and hot entered my body?

Her mind pushed aside childhood incidents, filling with dream scenes.

When she saw Selly with a male servant, the dream content came to mind first. Each time, she felt guilty towards the teacher and ended up banging her head.

How could she have such shameless thoughts about the teacher…

The teacher had only m*sturbated for the lesson. Yet she dreamt of going further to insertion.

She couldn’t focus on work at all. She ended up babbling nonsense while communicating with the producer via the communication sphere.

After handing over the work on the fairy tale book ‘The Fox and the Girl’ to the publisher, she spent all day talking to birds outside the window.

“Do you think I’m a pervert too?”

Chirp chirp.

“Was I destined to be like my sister?”

Chirp chirp.

Selly cried at her odd behavior.

With only one day left until the lesson, how could she face the teacher in this state?

If she told the teacher, he would surely praise her for reviewing even in dreams.

The teacher had never scolded her before.

But she didn’t want to tell the teacher about the dream.