Ch.114Chapter 114

The sound of bare skin brushing against a blanket—something so common that it usually goes unnoticed. While warm once heated by body temperature, it initially gives a cool, shivery sensation against the skin.

In the darkened room with drawn curtains, a cool breeze pushed through, reminding that despite summer’s approach, the night air remained refreshingly cool.

The room was dimly lit yet somehow bright. Soft light filtered in from outside, while the fluorescent glow from the living room gently spilled through the wide-open door.

I swallowed hard.

My body tensed instinctively in this unfamiliar atmosphere. My muscles had stiffened completely, seemingly unwilling to move, holding me firmly in place.

The Professor seemed to sense this and gently took my hand. Seeing her naked in the bedroom rather than the bathroom made me freeze even more. Her gentle touch slowly began to relax my muscles, starting with my shoulders.

As her warm touch melted my tension, she whispered softly:

“…Are you scared?”

With those words tickling my ear, I felt a gentle touch on my lower abdomen. Her hand caressed the slightly protruding flesh of my reclined body.

“About having a child here.”

“…Isn’t everyone scared of that…?”

I was scared. But I thought I could endure it for the Professor, for Ouroboros. I could only pray it would be different because she was a Demon God.

I hoped it would end quickly, since they say when Mana concentrates and consciousness is added, it forms rapidly. I didn’t want to experience nearly a year with a growing belly.

During that time, I’d likely struggle to meet friends, which made everything more awkward.

Hearing my hesitant voice, the Professor quietly took my hand and placed it on her chest. My hand naturally came to rest on her breast.

As my fingertips twitched, I found myself unconsciously kneading. I glanced at the Professor. She nodded, indicating it was okay.

Seeing her gentle smile, I kneaded once more.

The Professor took my hand and adjusted its position. After making my stiff hand more natural, she covered it with hers. Under her guidance, my hand cupped her breast from below.

It was soft. Unlike my flat chest that had nothing to touch, the Professor’s breasts were soft and supple, creating a pleasant feeling. I thought I could happily fall asleep touching them every night.

“How is it?”

“…It feels good.”

“Really? Being touched doesn’t feel like much, but the one doing the touching finds these strange pouches quite pleasant.”

The Professor said this and reached out her other hand. I flinched at the sensation of her fingertips brushing my chest.

“How does it feel?”

“Strange. Somehow tingling… and shivery…”

“When someone else touches your body, your unprepared senses are surprised.”

The Professor explained in detail why my body shivered.

Someone of her caliber seemed to understand the cause behind every small action. Just as I wondered if she was trying to appear intellectual, I realized there was always a reason behind her words.

“From now on, Ourr will keep touching the Professor, and being touched, until there are no more unprepared sensations. Until you don’t flinch when touched.”

“…Oh.”

My thoughts momentarily stopped with an “uh,” but what came from my mouth was admiration. At the same time, I worried about how much touching she intended.

Before, when the Professor had touched me down there, my vision had gone white and sparkly, making me think my mind was going strange. Now she was suggesting even more touching, which made me tremble.

I swallowed hard and glanced at her.

The Professor slowly changed positions. Taking a posture as if embracing me from behind, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest.

“Uuu…”

A sound like crying escaped my tightly tensed lips. The Professor’s hands were soft. Each time they brushed across my chest, my body flinched and tried to spring backward.

I pressed tightly against the Professor’s body. Despite my movements, she continued to caress me. Though there was little to touch on my chest, her hands kept moving. I trembled each time her fingers brushed my nipples.

Whether she normally avoided touching them or deliberately just grazed them with her fingertips, my body showed no signs of adapting to these sensations.

The shivery feeling spread throughout my body like a convulsion. For some reason, my joints felt dissatisfied. With only ticklish sensations coming and going, they seemed to cry out for a more refreshing feeling.

To endure this, I stretched my arms to both sides. I lightly grasped the Professor’s knees that protruded on either side of me. It felt like gripping the armrests of a chair.

“Ourr, do you like it? Does it feel good?”

The Professor deliberately whispered in my ear.

The shivering wouldn’t stop. The ticklish sensation seemed to dominate my entire body. We hadn’t done anything yet—just touching my chest and whispering in my ear—but already my groin felt strange.

It felt weird, like my brain was being scrambled. Nothing felt normal. Before I could question whether my body’s sensations were always like this, I couldn’t bear the yearning feeling and forcefully straightened my knees.

Sensing my body’s movement, the Professor grasped my nipple and gave it a slight tug.

“Uuuu…”

“Cute.”

When my nipple snapped back, my body shuddered. After letting out another moan, I slumped my shoulders, already feeling drained.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes, I like it…”

I nodded at the Professor’s repeated questions about whether I was enjoying it. For a very brief moment, I felt slightly refreshed. I had thought touching my chest would just build tension without release, but that wasn’t the case.

I swallowed hard.

But it wasn’t completely relieved either, so I found myself appealing to the Professor with my yearning emotions. I urged her to do more, quickly. When I did it alone, it was somehow clumsy, and compared to what the Professor did, it gave only a mediocre relief that I couldn’t bear.

“Professor, do it again… please…”

I grabbed the Professor’s hand that had momentarily pulled away to rest. Then I rubbed it against my chest repeatedly. Unfortunately, without the Professor moving on her own, I couldn’t feel the sensation from before.

Whimpering, I rubbed her hand against my nipple, and a subtle sensation that almost came but didn’t quite brushed along my lower back. Thinking I might feel pleasure, I rubbed more and leaned backward. Tilting slightly and raising my head, I could look up at the Professor’s face from below.

Holding back an expression that looked like I might melt, I pleaded with the Professor.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll hate you… don’t tease me…”

“Mmm, like this?”

“Ah! Y-yes. That, uuu, my chest feels strange…”

I had thought there was nothing to touch on my chest, but the flesh itself wasn’t meaningful to touch. Only this small nipple gave me pleasurable sensations. With each electrifying feeling traveling along my nerves, my body naturally trembled and heaved, growing hotter.

The cool sensation from earlier was completely gone. The breeze pushing through the curtains seemed like it was trying to peek at what was happening between the Professor and me. Perhaps because my mind was numb, I didn’t care that the door was open and the gap between the window and curtain created an exposed feeling.

After wiping away a bit of drool that had escaped with a small “uh,” I took a deep breath while feeling the tingling sensations in my body.

“Doing this makes more Mana come out due to heightened sensations… You shouldn’t release any, Ourr, but it’s good that the Professor will.”

“Is it good?”

“The greater the chance that Ouroboros will ride this Mana, the better, right?”

The Professor showed off the ring on her finger as if displaying it. It was because of that ring that the Professor could emit an aura. It seemed like she was saying she wanted to pass that on to Ouroboros, so I nodded.

How wonderful it would be if she could be with people even in an adult body.

But if I can be with the Professor, this body is fine too.

“Ah.”

“Now, shall we change positions?”

Coming out from behind me as if we were done with my chest, I let out a short moan of disappointment. But knowing we needed to move on, I kept my mouth shut.

The Professor carefully folded my outstretched legs. Not knowing what she was doing, I went along with her actions, and the Professor’s head came between my spread legs.

“Uh, eh?”

As I made a dumbfounded sound, the Professor’s moist part brushed against my groin. Startled, I instinctively squeezed my legs together.

The Professor’s head was already between them, so I couldn’t squeeze any tighter. Even if I tried, the Professor’s hands holding my knees wouldn’t allow it.

Moaning softly, I tried to writhe from the sensations coming from below but instead collapsed onto the bed.

Throwing my head onto the pillow, I covered my eyes with my arm and moaned.

“Ungh, ngh…”

“Does it feel better than fingers?”

The Professor said this while licking inside me again with her tongue.

“Ah, it’s strange…”

It was hot, thick, and wet. It felt like a sensation different from fingers was probing all around inside me.

With my eyes tightly shut, I lay still and allowed the Professor’s actions on my body.