Chapter Index

    “Huh… Hehe… … Ugh… There… …

    I like it there… Sigh… !! Sigh… !!”

    “Ah.. Sigh… … i love you… I love you.. I do it… !!

    I… Joe… I’m not going to graduate… !!

    Because I’m going to peg you… !! I will sacrifice my whole life… Hmm… … !!”

    Thighs spread wide open while sitting, like white cherry blossoms fluttering from every bathroom stall.

    And between the snow-white skin of the noble ladies, the secretly moist flesh that was uniquely stained with red was fluttering flower petals as if to show off its freshness.

    Meanwhile, from the black flesh hanging like fruit, a subtle yet lustful vibration was making the air tremble and creating a strange atmosphere.

    “Hee profit… ..!! If you suck it in like that… Oh my… !!”

    The smooth, convex skin of the Academy’s female students, full of good health, twitches with the movement of muscles that tremble due to stimulation.

    The body odor, rich in female-specific pheromones, filled the bathroom as if smoke was rising from the pores.

    “Ahh… I can’t live without this anymore… !!

    Have a funeral with me… !!

    Even if it’s a ghost, it’s okay… … !!

    If I could just get this, I would go to hell… !!”

    It was a truly difficult sight in many ways.

    The images of the noble ladies of the Groden Kingdom’s noble families having their private parts sucked by spiders, their clitoris stimulated, and their hips fluttering.

    Well, most mages are said to be from the Kingdom of Groden, so it would not be wrong to say that they are nobles of the Kingdom of Groden.

    As I was inspecting the women’s restroom on the first floor of Mado-dong, the only open-air workshop, I was looking around the situation with a sense of relief.

    First of all, as a basic option, one is placed on the vagina to collect love juice.

    And by covering their faces and even pulling out their saliva, it was a situation where two spiders were fighting, but among them, there were usually girls with particularly hyperactive sexual desires.

    As if the girls had nipple piercings, one more spider was attached to each breast, providing constant stimulation and satisfying the fantastic desires of the girls as they flinched.

    “Joaaat… ♡ Aang… !!

    If you bite my nipple, it’s okay… ♡

    Chewing it so carefully… !!”

    If there was one thing that was surprising, it would be that even in this crazy women’s bathroom, there was at least one person who came to his senses.

    Since most of what I do is work, I am different from most women who are half naked with their underwear and clothes half off.

    The appearance of a woman whose entire body is completely covered in clothes except for her fair thighs, which are visible under the long, rolled-up skirt, as if everything else cannot be tolerated.

    “Eup… Sigh… … Sigh… … ”

    With her eyes tightly closed and her lips trembling shyly as if she were committing a great sin, it was an appearance that showed that she had extremely little experience.

    Her forehead was brightly exposed from her straight, gray hair, and it looked like there were beads of sweat forming on it.

    However, it may be because they knew that she was so absorbed that she couldn’t even open her eyes, but the other girls left her face still, even when spiders pushed seeds into their mouths.

    Looking at the face that seemed full of tension to the point where it was pitiful in a way, I was wondering how someone like that ended up in this magic cave.

    ‘Is today the first time…? … ? For that matter, I think I know what I’m doing… … ‘

    “No… … Chief Edward… Not there… Sigh… … ”

    As the name passed by as if muttered for a moment, my memory began to stir gently.

    ‘for a moment… This woman… … ?

    I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere… …?

    that’s right… I’m sure I’ve seen it… … ‘

    The name ‘Edward’ was heard more often than expected.

    A name that came out of an honest conversation between Anne and a woman named Lucia, who had been making a fuss and getting into a bloody fight in front of the flower garden, just yesterday, for some time.

    and… …

    ‘this person… Isn’t that the couple from last time… ? Those selfie couples… … ?’

    For a moment, I thought I had passed it over, but as I searched through my memories, the memories came back to me.

    As I looked at my sunflowers, which had become a hot spot for the best photos of my life, I was reminded of a teacher couple with a secret love affair in the company taking pictures with a crystal ball.

    ‘I don’t really remember the name… okay…

    The man’s name was Edward… … ?’

    But as I thought about it that way, something became a bit stronger. Didn’t Lucia say that she likes Edward?

    Anne, who was looking at the teacher couple taking pictures together and returning to the building with sad eyes, also seemed to have a strange feeling.

    ‘Three legs? ‘Your legs?’

    But somehow, it was difficult to be sure whether my thoughts were right.

    From my point of view, where it is difficult to say that I have good sense even if it is a lie, leaving judgment to intuition is a bad choice both probabilistically and subjectively.

    ‘First of all, it is certain that this woman and that man named Edward are related.’

    Because I saw it with my own eyes.

    The sight of a fresh air of affection flowing.

    So why is this woman now in a place like this, entrusting herself to a ‘ghost’?

    ‘And while calling my boyfriend’s name… … ‘

    “Ed… Ugh… … more… More… …

    It’s better to make it harder… ugh… … !!”

    That’s right. What is the reason?

    As far as I know, humans don’t have a separate estrus period, although they do become more active during ovulation.

    Is there any reason for her to sigh happily, clutching her breasts tightly over the dress that tightly covers her upper body?

    “I want… Please do more… I want you… … ”

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    As a few days passed, I looked into the academy’s current situation in various ways.

    As I was curious about many things and did not stop collecting information about the academy, I was able to find out some facts that I had not known before.

    Heloise de Fantigny, the second daughter and youngest daughter of Viscount Fantigny.

    In some ways, she followed a similar path to Lucia.

    Of course, Lucia was a teaching assistant who simply helped the professor, had little responsibility as a faculty member, and had a high degree of freedom.

    However, Eloise, who was also a graduate of the Magical Design Department at St. Plancina Academy, was a student who graduated from the academy with excellent grades.

    However, it is said that he continued his life at the academy as a new professor and magic design engineer, replacing a professor from the original magic design department who was retiring at the time.

    From this, I think we can understand the most basic circumstances as to why she entered that bathroom.

    She is a young professor in the Department of Magic, with no significant difference in age or generation from the students.

    Normally, she would have used a separate bathroom for the faculty and staff, but the fact that she came to this place meant that she must have heard about the women’s bathroom on the first floor of Mado-dong.

    ‘Or maybe I couldn’t afford to go there… …

    But the possibility of that happening is low… ?’

    Still, if there’s one thing I can occasionally understand, it’s that women, regardless of age, don’t bother to break any kind of unwritten rule.

    If she had heard rumors about the women’s restroom on the first floor, or if there had been a move to keep her from knowing about it, she wouldn’t have bothered to touch this part either.

    In the end, there was only one conclusion left.

    ‘I came here knowing everything.’

    Then, the problem stemming from this was clear.

    Judging whether she is a person who could pose a threat to me, or whether she is a person with whom I can ‘talk’ like everyone else.

    Even though I’ve done it several times so far, I’ve still been confidently facing the problem that, if I were to choose what I’m least confident about, I would confidently rank it first.

    ‘But this time, I’m a professor…’ … If you do something wrong…

    It’s a good thing if it ends, you might get burned alive… … ‘

    Then, the delicious stir-fried tong enik was completed, and I didn’t want the ending to end with a group photo showing the production team enjoying the enik that was left over.

    Today, just like the day before yesterday, Eloise was sitting in a toilet stall in the women’s restroom on the first floor, making a moan that sounded like a half-sob and arching her back.

    As I was watching her like that, I felt so disturbed that I, out of a sense of sloppy revenge, sucked out her clit with all my might using a spider.

    “Hehehe… … !! Ugh!!”

    ‘I need to find out what he’s thinking… … ‘

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