Chapter 57 – Stormy Election For Student President (6)

“Teacher… Please come in without turning on the light…”

There are moments in life where you inevitably find yourself caught off guard. Like when you wake up and rush to catch a bus, only to realize you desperately need the bathroom. Or when you leave tissues on your computer desk after masturbating, head out, and your mother decides to clean your room while you’re gone. Or perhaps when you’re suddenly reincarnated into another world, handed a sword and shield, and asked to behead the Demon King for the sake of humanity.

“Come over here… please.”

But even after facing countless adversities, I found myself utterly dumbfounded by the sight before me.

“They’re glow-in-the-dark condoms!”

Who the hell stocked glow-in-the-dark condoms in a hotel room?

Click!

As I flicked on the light, the room revealed itself to be a rather luxurious hotel suite. Adela, who had asked me to wait at the entrance while she prepared something, now emerged from under the covers with inflated condoms in various neon colors, like balloons.

She really came here to have fun and relax. That much was clear now, and it made me lose any remaining energy I had. I kicked one of the glowing condom balloons away and threw myself onto the plush sofa.

Adela, already half-merged with the bed, flailed her limbs about under the blanket, not caring if her clothes got disheveled. I was surprised she still had so much energy left after being out and about all day.

Dating is exhausting. Even though I’ve been using the wind beads from the headmistress like a massage device and feeling some improvement, I’m still worn out.

Is it because I’m getting older? Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.

“Teacher? What are you thinking about?”

Adela crawled toward me on her knees, wrapped in the blanket, from the bed on the other side. I brushed her unruly hair aside, just as I always did, and she laughed, leaning her head into my hand like a small, playful animal.

“Just… thinking about a few things.”

There’s always a lot on my mind. I’m curious about how the election turned out in Adela’s absence, need to factor in the iron dogs’ food expenses in the budget, and more urgently, I recently came into possession of some pressing information.

But right now, the matter at hand was different. I patted the spot next to me and said, “Come up here.”

“No way.”

Why was she refusing now? Adela kept hesitating between my knees, as if she was conflicted about something.

“I have something important to discuss, so come here.”

“I also have something important to say.”

“…What is it?”

“Teacher, do you remember when you said you’d grant me a wish if I did well on my exams?”

Ah. Come to think of it, I did promise that.

Whatever, it’s probably something cute. Like asking for better bread at the store, which I’m perfectly fine with. Given Adela’s broad culinary preferences—anything other than garbage—there was a chance for some strange bread to get mixed in. I remember she tried to eat bread off the ground the first time she fought with Ansen.

“You see, Teacher…”

Adela slid out from under the covers and climbed up to my shoulder height where I sat on the sofa. She seemed several times more tense than usual, gulping nervously. Then she slowly started unbuttoning the black shirt she had gifted me earlier.

“I may not be enough right now, but…”

One, two buttons. I should stop her, but before my hands could act, Adela had already nearly undone all the buttons, revealing what she intended to under the chandelier light.

“I want to…”

“That’s enough.”

“No. I’m going to say it. Teacher, I want to get mar—!”

At that moment—

***

“Ah.”

Adela’s blue eyes widened in shock.

In the dim hotel room, there on the worn bed, she saw for the first time what she hadn’t noticed that chaotic night when she clung to me desperately.

“Huh… ah…”

Horrific scars crisscrossed my body from my neck down to my waist. The marks of countless wounds that even a saintess’s healing magic couldn’t fully erase.

From my childhood, there was a long scar starting from my left armpit to my right hip where I was sliced in two, having foolishly charged into battle thinking a hero could easily defeat monsters. When I first felt my insides being severed, I realized this place was hell.

The burn marks across my back from covering my comrades. The dark magic of a high-ranking demon had inflicted such searing pain that it burned away reason itself. Eris had once said it was harder to fix my teeth, which were shattered from clenching every night, than the burn wounds themselves.

And many more signs of war that I could never hide.

The punctured hole in my abdomen, inflicted by a demon disguised as an ally.

The marks from repeatedly removing my liver, rotted by a necromancer’s poison.

And the deep cut across my chest, the unhealed scar left by the Demon King himself.

“Ah… ah!”

Even someone like Adela, who knew nothing of battle, would immediately recognize the brutal past these scars represented. Her hands hovered over me, trembling so much they seemed lost, before she slowly placed them against my chest.

“Hic, sob…! Sniff!”

Tears began to fall, her odd sobbing sounds filling the air.

I knew it. This was exactly what I was worried about. Even with just a small glimpse of my worn-out, battered body, this young mage was too fragile to handle it.

She fell into a dark pit, unable to summon the courage to move forward, crumbling beneath the weight.

“Teacher…! Sniff, Teacher…!!”

“Alright, alright…”

I couldn’t hold her properly, so I simply patted her gently with my hand. Yet Adela buried her face into my chest and continued to sob, loud and hard.

With no sign of stopping, I tried to calm her down by whispering softly into her ear.

“What was your wish?”

“Waaaah!!!”

God, she’s loud.

It wasn’t until the bellboy outside knocked on the door, worried something serious had happened, that Adela finally stopped crying.

I sat her on my lap, wiped her tears, and spoke.

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you before.”

“Sniff…”

“These scars are burdens I have to carry. I can’t offload them onto you.”

“…”

“So… you understand, right?”

Adela didn’t respond to my question. Her lips were firmly shut, her cheeks puffed out, betraying her inner feelings.

Aside from Lehel, who had heard rumors of me during the Great War, Adela was the one who knew the most about me.

Though I’d never directly shared my past as a hero with her, she at least understood who I was and what my words meant. She knew why it would be impossible for me to love her more deeply, to marry her, or to start a family.

And yet—

“I don’t know.”

Adela shook her head, her delicate fingers tracing the scars on my chest, one by one.

“I’m… sniff, too dumb… to understand anything…”

Then she brought her soft lips to my skin and began to lick my scars.

The sensation of her moist tongue, hot and ticklish against the hardened tissue.

Like a kitten starved for affection, she clung to me, her lips and tongue moving up to my chin. With tear-filled eyes, those blue oceans of the northern seas gazing into mine, she whispered.

“I want to tell you my wish.”

“…”

“I’ve never heard you say you love me, not even once, Teacher.”

Had I not? Maybe it was because I had been subconsciously trying to push her away.

“Say you love me a hundred thousand times. That’s my wish.”

“I can’t say it that many times.”

“Then… stay by my side until you do.”

Ten times a day. That’s three thousand times a year. Thirty thousand in ten years. Three hundred thousand in a hundred—

Even saying it once an hour, a lifetime wouldn’t be enough.

“Teacher.”

But Adela wanted to stay by my side, no matter what.

“I love you.”

Even if she couldn’t muster the courage to escape the dark pit, she wanted to sink with me.

“So say you love me too.”

For her it was only one thing I could say.

“…I never thought I’d say this again.”

“I love you too.”

***

Even though it was only her first time, Adela, who knew little about such matters, was remarkably forward.

But her actions weren’t those of an experienced woman seducing a man. Instead, it felt more like she was fumbling through her own budding desires, almost clumsily eager.

“That’s good… Teacher, I love you.”

Her unique way of clinging to me, seeking affection with a gentle persistence, combined with the softness of her body, made for a potent mix.

Her face, now completely relaxed and rubbing her nose against my neck and cheek, was enough to make my lower back ache with desire.

Moments ago, she had covered my scars with her saliva, and now she slowly moved down, beginning to undress her own tight-fitting clothes.

And then—

“Tonight… ah… I’ll do it for you.”

Like a puppy nuzzling against my waistband, Adela positioned herself between my legs and slowly pulled down my trousers.

As she did, my cock, already swollen to the point of bursting, sprang into view instantly.

Maybe it brought back memories of being mercilessly penetrated before; for a moment, Adela’s innocent smile flickered, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Gulp.

I could hear a small gulping sound. Then, slowly, a cold fingertip touched the base.

“Ah… Is this okay?”

“No. Keep going.”

“Mm… Like this, gently rubbing…?”

Her small hands wrapped around it, as if fascinated, and she cautiously moved them, watching me closely for any reaction.

The saliva lingering between her fingers acted as a lubricant, creating a sound that filled the room.

Her chest, still wrapped in pink lingerie, moved naturally with her movements.

“Teacher, does it feel good…? Am I doing it right?”

Being with Adela always made me feel a mix of pleasure and guilt. Not just because of the age difference, but because this mage, as pure as a blank canvas, was allowing herself to be completely changed by me.

She looked only at me, followed only me, loved only me—an adorable bread thief, slightly lacking but overflowing with love.

In the brief moment she waited for my answer, all the dark memories of my past or troublesome thoughts were pushed aside.

And in their place, a small, long-forgotten human emotion began to bloom.

“Yes. You’re doing well.”

“Hehe, then…”

“I love you, Adela.”

“…!”

That made twice today. Even though it didn’t feel quite like me, it had a tremendous effect on Adela.

Completely absorbed, she moved her lips slightly and mumbled something quiet. But was it because her fingers, holding the upper part of my cock, kept brushing against the sensitive tip?

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Stroking her ear, I slowly guided her head downward.

“…Ah.”

Understanding my intention, Adela let out a small moan. There was no sign of any physiological discomfort.

She just sniffed lightly, then slowly rolled her eyes upward.

“Because I love you, I’ll do it. Hmph!”

And then, a warm and damp sensation raced up my spine. From Adela, whose mouth was filled with something so large it made her jaw ache, came a ‘chup-‘ sound of swallowing saliva.

Chup, chup, chup…

And small back-and-forth movements.

Her teeth kept grazing me, and she couldn’t quite control her mouth or throat. Not knowing how to go deeper, I kept hitting the back of her throat, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

But even with her lack of expertise, it was more than enough to send waves of pleasure through me.

I adjusted myself slightly, holding one of her hands in mine, while my other hand gently supported the back of her head, guiding her movements as the pressure within me built.

And then, finally—

“Mmmpf, hmph!? T-Teacher…!?”

With a firm grip, I held her still and came deep inside her throat.

I made sure she couldn’t pull away, making sure she took it all in.

The amount was overwhelming, far beyond what a normal human could handle. It must have been hard for her.

After forcing down three large gulps, she finally broke away, coughing as saliva and semen spilled from her lips and pooled in her hands.

“Cough, cough…! Haa… cough!”

Her coughs echoed through the room as she struggled to swallow. I reached out and wiped her tears away as she stared down, looking dazed.

“Um… Adela.”

Given the situation, I couldn’t resist asking about her thoughts. She’d tried all sorts of strange foods before—maybe she’d like this too?

“What did you think?”

“…”

Adela didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she swallowed several more times, almost imperceptibly, as if she was trying to come to terms with the lingering taste.

Despite the occasional hiccup, she swallowed everything, even though the salty, fishy taste made her wince slightly.

And then, very carefully, like a student afraid of being scolded, she asked.

“If I say… it wasn’t that bad… hic! Would you think I’m a naughty girl…?”

Honestly speaking, it was unbelievably arousing.

I guess in this academy, I was the one most enamored with Adela.