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Chapter 104 – Mentor-Mentee

Early Sunday morning, I headed to the training room for my appointment.

Isis was waiting in front of it.

Just like last time, wrapped only in her gym clothes, she greeted me with a bright smile.

“Ruan. Welcome.”

“Yes. Have you been waiting long?”

“No. I just got here too.”

At my question, Isis gently shook her head from side to side. Each time, her silky straight hair fluttered, spreading a subtle shampoo scent.

That scent, mixed with her unique sophisticated body odor, was so captivating it was hard to ignore.

“By the way, did you perhaps change your shampoo?”

“Ah, uh, yes! How is it? Does it smell good?”

“Yes. Mixed with Nuna’s body scent, I feel like I could smell it all day.”

“All day? Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?”

Isis lightly hit my chest as if telling me to joke in moderation, yet she smiled brightly, seemingly pleased.

Seeing her face, something tickled inside my chest.

“Not at all. I’m serious.”

“Pfft! Alright. More importantly, let’s go inside. If we don’t go quickly, the sparring rooms might all be full.”

“Yes. Let’s hurry.”

As expected, with the start of the mentor-mentee activities, many students began weekend training.

The front-line deployment they would experience a month later, unlike previous assignments, wouldn’t just end with grades; their lives would truly be at risk.

Of course, one could argue that we’ve always fought desperately during practical training or actual combat, but that was because Abel’s group was exceptionally unique.

Normally, this would be considered true combat in its real sense.

That’s why they were training and preparing even more thoroughly than usual.

We quickly arrived at the sparring room.

“Ruan. First, how about a light stretch?”

“Let’s do that.”

Isis and I slowly stretched while facing each other.

Each time she moved her body, Isis’s chest bounced heavily. It was a little smaller than a saintess’s, but still far surpassed average size.

Because of that, blood rushed downwards, and I had to do my best to suppress it.

But what aroused me the most wasn’t her chest.

It was those eyes!

Those eyes, which shyly smiled and glanced downwards whenever our gazes met, were what made it hard for me to hold back.

Because she was showing a side of herself that she never showed anyone else, only to me.

‘Should I try to get an aphrodisiac?’

It was so bad that I even considered subtly setting a trap to ‘have her’ later.

Of course, this was a crime for which no excuse could be made, so I couldn’t bring myself to actually commit it.

Before long, the stretching was over.

“Phew! All done. Now, let’s start sparring. Last time ended too quickly. I’ll observe closely and give you feedback if there are any areas you need to improve. How about it?”

“Sounds good. Please take care of me.”

“Okay! Come at me first.”

Seeing her adorably beckon with her finger, as if to provoke me, I dashed forward using Moon Shadow Steps.

‘Let’s be careful.’

Since there was plenty of time anyway, instead of going all out from the start, I circled Isis, looking for an opening.

Occasionally throwing feint jabs and biding my time, I lunged forward the moment Isis lifted her right foot from the ground.

As long as she was right-handed, if her right foot was airborne, it would be difficult to put weight into her strike, and she wouldn’t be able to utilize the rotational force of her pelvis and waist, thus reducing the power of her attack.

In this state, I would be the one to gain the advantage in a clash.

It had to be that way.

“I knew you’d do that!”

But Isis responded by lightly changing her stance, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.

Regaining her balance instantly, she simply snatched my fist and pulled it towards her.

Not resisting her strength, I rode with the pull and immediately grabbed Isis’s right wrist as she tried to thrust into my opening.

Isis then rotated her arm from outside to inside, trying to shake me off, and I countered again, leading to a breathless battle of wits.

Each of us read the other’s intentions, countered them in real-time, and exchanged blows in a close-quarters combat.

The battle of wits, which lasted a full three minutes, ended with both our arms subdued.

Isis smiled sweetly and praised me.

“Ruan. Not bad, huh?”

“Haa… haa! You flatter me.”

I had always only exchanged punches, so this was my first time sparring like this, and it was quite exhausting.

As I took ragged breaths, my breathing naturally mingled with Isis’s.

Isis, who had been observing me leisurely, suddenly blushed deeply.

Strength began to drain from her arms.

That was an opportunity.

‘Now!’

Spotting the opening, I pushed Isis with the force of someone about to devour her.

“Ugh! W-wait! Ruan, just a moment!”

“No mercy!”

“N-no, that’s not what I… Ughhh…”

Was physical contact too much for her?

As the contact increased and her agitation deepened, I intentionally pressed closer.

Just as victory completely tilted in my favor.

“I told you to s-stop it!”

Isis, as if unable to bear it any longer, yelled loudly and spun at incredible speed, breaking free from my joint lock, then threw *me* to the floor instead.

Crash!

Immediately after, a terrible pain erupted in my lower back.

“Gah!”

The impact, as if my spine had shattered, made me unable to even scream properly.

As I convulsed on the floor, Isis, who had been catching her breath, rushed over in surprise and stroked my lower back.

“A-are you okay? I’m sorry. Nuna got too flustered… Did you get hurt badly?”

“Ughh…”

“Are you in too much pain to speak? Should we go to the recovery room?”

Isis’s face was filled with worry.

She probably couldn’t even imagine that I was faking my pain.

Continuing to feign injury, I pulled Isis down, making her fall, at the moment her guard was lowest.

“Kyaa!”

“You shouldn’t let your guard down!”

Isis let out a cute shriek and buried her face in my chest.

As she tried to get up in a hurry, I firmly held her waist and tickled her side with my free hand.

“Ugh, haaah!?”

Isis shrieked with laughter.

She seemed very sensitive to tickling, as she couldn’t easily escape my embrace. Of course, a big part of it was also that she couldn’t use her full strength, fearing she might hurt me.

While persistently teasing her, I suddenly felt a heaviness in my groin.

‘Ah, damn it.’

It seemed that as Isis struggled, her backside continuously pressed against mine, naturally stimulating me.

I was so absorbed in tickling her that I hadn’t even noticed I was getting an erection.

I was worried Isis might notice my condition, feeling both dread and excitement.

As I pondered what to do, Isis, whose neck was flushed crimson as she struggled, declared surrender.

“I-I lost. So, will you let me go? Please? It’s a plea!”

“Really? You surrender?”

“Uh, yes! This sparring match is your victory. So, will you let me go?”

She must have been quite ticklish.

At her rather desperate expression, I inwardly welcomed it but nodded as if I couldn’t resist.

“…I guess I have no choice. Just this once.”

And when I let go, Isis quickly stood up, tidied her clothes, then flinched and asked for understanding.

“Ruan. Uh… I’m sorry, but could I just go to the restroom for a moment?”

Perhaps uncomfortable with the topic, Isis smiled unnaturally and repeatedly squirmed her thighs.

That sight stimulated my imagination.

‘Strange…’

I definitely don’t have a piss fetish, but picturing Isis urinating made excitement surge within me.

This was something that couldn’t be handled just by taking a break.

“Perfect timing. I’ll go to the restroom too.”

“Oh? Okay! Then let’s each go to the restroom.”

“Yes. See you in a bit.”

Watching her rush out of the sparring room, I also stepped outside and headed to the men’s restroom.

‘I need to relieve myself.’

I hate masturbating in a restroom, but it’s better than getting another erection and being caught by Isis.

…Fortunately, there was no one in the restroom.

*

Click!

Isis lowered the lock and, after repeatedly checking for security, sat on the toilet lid.

“Haaah… That was close.”

Sighing in relief, she carefully lifted her hips and pulled down her gym pants.

Then her pristine white panties were revealed.

“Ugh… What a mess.”

The central part of her panties, where her vulva was covered, was circular and wet.

When she touched it lightly, a sticky fluid adhered to her finger.

‘Because he suddenly did something like that….’

In embarrassment and shame, Isis unconsciously resented Ruan.

She couldn’t believe how surprised she was.

At first, she was so focused on the tickling that she didn’t notice, but as she struggled, something hard kept pressing against her bottom. When she checked what it was, it turned out to be Ruan’s dick.

The heat and hardness, noticeable even through her gym pants, were immense.

She tried to endure it somehow, but in the end, her crotch became too wet, and she had no choice.

If she had just stayed there, Ruan might have realized she was aroused.

She had intentionally abused her authority as student council president to form a mentor-mentee relationship with Ruan, but for a moment, she wondered if she shouldn’t have done it at all.

Isis suddenly recalled her memory from the snowy mountains.

‘It was big.’

Ruan’s dick, as thick as his forearm, was monstrous, yet at the same time, it possessed a magic that made it difficult to look away.

Recalling the immense heat and intense throbbing she felt when she took it in her mouth, and the stickiness of his semen, her body grew even hotter.

Gush!

Her pussy gaped and gushed forth arousal fluid, widening the stain on her panties.

‘As expected, I can’t hold back.’

Unable to resist the temptation, Isis slowly took off her panties.

As it separated from her pussy, a silvery thread decorated the space between them. When her panties reached her thighs, the viscosity finally reached its limit and broke.

Isis completely removed her panties, tossed them into her subspace pouch, and once again scanned her surroundings.

“Ah, no one’s here, right?”

Her senses detected nothing.

Even so, she, who was still hesitating, succumbed to the intense thirst spreading from her womb.

She carefully brought her hand to her pussy.

Squish!

“Gasp!?”

Even with just a slight rub, pleasure that turned her mind blank surged.

Isis was flustered by her body’s sensitive reaction, yet she instinctively moved her hand, like a thirsty person digging a well.

Squish! Squish!

Each time her fingers moved up and down, clear fluid trickled from her light pink vulva.

Droplets of arousal fluid passed over her perineum and flowed downwards, pushing away the drops that had already settled there.

Plop!

The arousal fluid narrowly grazed her anus and became one with the toilet water.

Other droplets followed, one after another.

“Aahh… ah! Ruan….”

Now completely consumed by pleasure, Isis continued to masturbate, letting out moans without restraint.

Even so, her senses were guarding her surroundings with more delicacy and meticulousness than ever before.

She could never have dreamed that her younger brother would be in the men’s restroom right next door, masturbating while thinking of family, just like her.

Isis left the restroom only after a full fifteen minutes had passed.