Ch.101Chapter 101

I woke up feeling dazed. I’d experienced the sensation of climaxing before, and had vaguely reached it earlier when I was alone, but now I realized those previous sensations were nothing compared to what I just felt.

It felt like everything in front of me turned white. I gasped for breath, throwing my head back.

My groin was hot. My heart seemed to be beating wildly. Every drop of blood coursing through my veins pounded like my heart, and my mind reached its limit, unable to form any thoughts, completely frozen.

My head was spinning. I felt like I’d become an idiot.

I couldn’t tell what I was saying or what expression I was making. I remained in a daze for quite some time.

When I finally came to my senses, I found myself in the Professor’s arms. As my eyes regained focus, I closed my mouth that had been hanging open. My chin felt itchy, as if I’d been drooling.

“Hmm…”

I wiped my mouth and lifted my head. Feeling the warmth of her skin, I glanced toward the Professor. Honestly, I couldn’t maintain a normal expression after what had just happened, feeling too self-conscious.

As I cast a fleeting glance, the Professor stroked my head.

“Ourr, are you awake? Shall we get in the water now?”

“Uh…”

“The Professor already washed your hair. You just need to get in.”

Once I regained my senses, I realized my body had been completely washed. Rather than having blacked out, it would be more accurate to say everything had become hazy, leaving my memories blurred. Only now that I’d come to my senses could I understand my current situation.

My hair had been washed, and a subtle fragrance emanated from my body. The sticky sensation was gone. After examining my body with my eyes, I nodded vacantly.

I entered the bathtub with the Professor.

The tub wasn’t particularly large, but since my body was small, I could fit inside by nestling in the Professor’s arms. While wondering if the Professor was uncomfortable, I closed my eyes involuntarily, enjoying her body heat.

If my body had been tired, would I have completely surrendered everything to the Professor, not just because my mind was sparkling from climaxing?

Various thoughts crossed my mind, but in the end, it was easier not to think about anything, so I remained still.

Time passed, and we left the bathroom. With a towel draped over my head, I looked around. I scurried into the room, took out the hair dryer, and plugged it into the outlet.

I slightly raised my hand toward the Professor as if I had prepared it in advance, and the Professor responded with a gentle smile.

“Ourr, shall you sit here then?”

“Yes.”

Nodding, I sat on the vanity chair. My hair was so long that it extended below the chair even while sitting. Despite its length, the Professor began drying my hair without a single complaint.

Wooong.

A loud noise filled my ears as hot air blew onto my head. Having my hair touched felt so good that my eyes closed involuntarily.

As hands moved through my hair, making my head wobble, I surrendered to the sensation. Even that felt good, making me smile with a “heh.”

Today had been a truly embarrassing day, but also a fulfilling one. Once I started focusing on something, I would go crazy thinking about it until it was resolved, but now I just felt refreshed without any lingering thoughts.

Thinking about this made me wonder about the Professor.

While I had been satisfied, the Professor probably hadn’t been able to find release on her own. Curious if she was uncomfortably holding back because of me, I looked up at her.

Since the Professor was right behind me, lifting my head upward was simpler than turning it.

The Professor’s large breasts cast a shadow over me. I had intended to look at her face but ended up seeing the underside of her breasts instead. Though the Professor couldn’t meet my eyes, she seemed to realize I was looking at her and chuckled.

“What is it, Ourr?”

“Professor, aren’t you going to do it for yourself…what you did for me?”

I asked cautiously.

The Professor had said she would teach me how, but she only used her fingers intensely without explaining anything, which made me feel strange. Whether the Professor hadn’t explained or I was too out of it to hear, the experience had definitely been incredible.

Since the Professor was so skilled at it, I wondered why she wouldn’t do it for herself, so I glanced up. Though my view was partially blocked by her chest.

“You see, Ourr, as adults, we tend to do that sort of thing less.”

“…Did you do it when you were young?”

“Out of curiosity, yes. What you’re doing is completely natural.”

I thought quietly for a moment.

“Why do people stop doing it when they become adults?”

“Well, these things take time, and they make you tired afterward. You might not understand that.”

“Would people keep doing it if they had plenty of time and didn’t get tired?”

“When you have as many things to do as the Professor, you stop thinking about it. They even say exercise is a way to reduce these urges.”

When I tilted my head in confusion, finding her explanation too difficult to understand, the Professor chuckled and added a simpler explanation.

“It means channeling sexual desire elsewhere to satisfy it differently. Not necessarily in this way.”

“So does the Professor do more research the more sexual desire she has…?”

“Is that how it works? No, the Professor just loves research so much that she doesn’t even think about sexual desire…!”

The Professor hastily corrected herself in response to my question. It seemed the Professor wasn’t particularly high in sexual desire.

Is it because adults are busy? Do people stop doing these things because they get tired? Various thoughts crossed my mind, but I couldn’t really relate to them, perhaps because I was a Demon God.

Although I felt a sparkle after climaxing, I didn’t feel tired. It might be because I didn’t have the concept of drowsiness. I also didn’t understand the concept of fatigue, making it difficult to understand humans.

When I was human, I could somewhat understand, but now it was difficult to identify with being human.

“Professor. How did you say to do it alone…? You said you’d teach me, but you just made me climax…”

With my head still tilted upward, I leaned my body. Though the chair had no backrest, the Professor standing right behind me prevented me from falling backward.

Leaning against the Professor’s body, I slightly raised my hand. I gently grabbed her hand that was drying my hair. Since she wasn’t wearing long sleeves, I couldn’t grab her sleeve, so I held onto the side of her clothes instead.

When I asked her to teach me again, almost like I was sulking, the Professor gave a wry smile.

“Did I? I thought I explained it well. I guess you couldn’t hear me properly?”

At the Professor’s teasing voice, my mouth fell open. I let my hand slide from her clothes. I slowly released the Professor and regained my balance.

I stopped leaning and leaned forward instead. Then I turned my head sharply to look at the Professor. All these movements were to make eye contact with her.

“Did, did you actually explain it?”

When I asked in shock, the Professor shrugged, saying it wasn’t a lie. Her serious expression, without any hint of joking, left no room for doubt.

Since I’d never seen the Professor act petty about such things, my trust increased. I wanted to believe her, but I didn’t want to believe I’d climaxed so spectacularly without hearing any instructions.

I rolled my eyes around, wondering if I couldn’t hear voices around me or remember what happened afterward because everything became hazy in that state. Fidgeting nervously, I slightly moistened my lips with my tongue.

The Professor smiled and gently caressed my cheek.

“It’s okay. If you don’t remember, the Professor can teach you again. Now I know your sensitive spots too.”

“Sensitive spots…?”

Everything seemed sensitive to me, but the way she mentioned specific sensitive spots caught my attention. Considering how my memories blurred during the experience, those spots must indeed be sensitive.

As I listened to the Professor with my mouth hanging open, she raised the corners of her lips and gave me a subtle look.

“Yes, Ourr’s sensitive spot. It was right here.”

Saying that, the Professor touched my tailbone area. Startled, I arched my back and raised my body.

“Eh? Uh? My, my butt…”

“No! Ourr, not your butt…! I meant the back, the back side. I didn’t touch your butt, so don’t worry.”

I was terrified for a moment. When she touched my back, I thought she meant my actual backside, but her explanation that she meant the back of that area made me sigh in relief.

I was worried she might have touched my butt while I was unconscious, but I was relieved that wasn’t the case.

It wouldn’t make sense for this area to feel sensitive while the back had no sensation at all.

I nodded briefly, then glanced at the Professor.

“Where are you sensitive, Professor?”

“…Huh? The, the Professor, well…”

The Professor started to say something but then closed her mouth. The silence was filled by the hair dryer that had been turned back on.

Suspecting she was trying to gloss over the question, I opened and closed my mouth with a “kwang” sound. After tapping my teeth together, the Professor seemed to feel threatened and giggled.

“Ourr, you’ll hurt your teeth doing that.”

“They won’t get hurt. Tell me.”

Despite my firm demand, the Professor focused on drying my hair.