Episode 88. Im Sol’s Laboratory (2)

“Wow, how do you grade this alone?”

“You can do it if you work hard.”

Im Sol answered me while grading the answer sheets.

What’s going on? The answer sheets seem endless, no matter how much I grade.

Because Professor Im Sol’s subject is for all grades, she’s grading all the answer sheets from the wizards of every grade.

Why isn’t Victoria Academy automated?

There’s a good system called MMR cards, isn’t there?

“Speaking of which, why doesn’t the Academy use automated grading?”

“A person is more accurate than a machine.”

“Huh?”

What nonsense is that? It was like seeing a senior manager who couldn’t trust machines and insisted on doing the calculations himself.

“Machines have the potential for manipulation. Whether it’s the person controlling the machine or the person who wrote the answer sheet.”

“…By that logic, isn’t it more dangerous for a professor to grade?”

“They take the Mana’s Oath. An oath that they will never manipulate it.”

“…”

Indeed, the Mana’s Oath is invincible everywhere.

But there’s a more accurate way, isn’t there?

“Then why not make the students take the Mana’s Oath? There’s truly no possibility of manipulation with that.”

“Don’t you know about the Mana’s Oath? The procedure for that is so complicated.”

Aha, it seems it’s not as simple as saying ‘I will take the Mana’s Oath…!’ like in a novel.

“Wait a minute, if the professors took the Mana’s Oath, then it’s even more reason why I shouldn’t be grading.”

“No matter how I think about it, I feel like me grading is a dangerous action.”

“You’re not going to give others higher scores, are you? And it’s okay if you mistakenly grade something wrong. Anyway, the answer sheets are public, and any student who has even one point deducted will come looking for it furiously.”

“You’re really doing your work half-heartedly.”

“Thanks.”

Im Sol seemed unfazed by my sarcasm and focused on grading.

“Still, it’s decreased a lot. Professor.”

Looking at the remaining stack of answer sheets made me sigh, but they had noticeably decreased since the beginning.

“I know, right? It’s definitely decreasing faster with the two of us. Thanks. My research time has increased.”

“…Yes. Being an Academy professor is indeed tough. The workload seems really intense.”

We’ve been grading answer sheets for several hours straight, and I think we’ve only done about a quarter of them.

Since my grading speed was almost the same as Im Sol’s, I wonder just how long it would take her alone.

“They pay money that surpasses that labor.” / “They pay you more than enough to compensate for that work.”

“Aha…”

Indeed, there’s nothing money can’t solve.

“But it’s not just the work; you get criticized tremendously by the students too, don’t you?”

Malicious comments are posted every day on Every Day, like ‘the class is boring,’ ‘it’s unhelpful,’ or ‘the professor is ugly.’ Baseless hate comments pour down, shielded by anonymity.

Of course, they don’t really make efforts to remove them on Every Day. It serves as an indicator for choosing professors, and in fact, posting appearance-based insults like that only earns criticism, not praise.

Most of the content is about the quality of the classes.

“They don’t insult me much, though? My professor evaluations were always in the top ranks.”

“Well, that’s because you’re just overflowing with talent, Professor.”

Since you can come up with content that others diligently prepare for after just five minutes of thought, what’s the need to prepare?

Plus, you’re pretty, so listening to your class is enjoyable. How great is that?

“Hmm, well. I’ve heard that kind of talk a lot since way back. Though it didn’t make me feel particularly good.”

Im Sol’s face stiffened slightly. The atmosphere seemed to have dampened a bit too.

“…”

Why would she feel bad after receiving a compliment?

★ Heroine Status Window

[Im Sol]

• [Affection: 50]

• [Lust: 25]

• [Hunger: 30]

• [Fatigue: 40]

Current Status: They used to call me a monster and things like that… I cried so much back then. It’s unnecessarily coming to mind now. Tsk.

‘Oh…’

So, that was the situation. / So, that’s what happened.

Indeed, who doesn’t have a difficult past?

I made things awkward by bringing that up. What should I do?

“But is it okay for you to help me this much when it’s actually your midterm period?”

Fortunately, Im Sol seemed to be trying to shake off the bad memory and brought up another topic.

That’s true, we’ve already been grading for over 3 hours.

“There’s nothing particular to prepare, so who cares.”

“You’re really confident. I’m quite curious about the exam results.”

Im Sol looked at me, who had been helping her for several hours despite it being exam period, as if amazed.

“Skilled people prepare everything in advance. Tomorrow is the real deal, so what’s the point of training now? I need to manage my condition.”

“While you say you’re managing your condition, you look like you’re overworking.”

“Being with you, Professor, is the best way to manage my condition.”

“Okay, okay. Make sure you do well on the exam.”

It was my brilliant remark, in my own way, but she didn’t even seem to care. I feel a little sad.

“Do you really want to bet on the exam results? I’m telling you, I’m confident.”

“I told you, I don’t really like betting.”

“Let’s bet on getting a perfect score on the written exam. How about it?”

“…A perfect score?”

Professor Im Sol seemed slightly intrigued by the mention of a perfect score.

“Yes. A perfect score in all subjects. That’s definitely doable.”

“I don’t know how confident you are to say that… but a perfect score is certainly worth it.”

I’ve caught a big fish. / This is a big one.

“I’m confident too, you know? What do you want to bet?”

“You decide. But don’t make it too extreme, so adjust accordingly.”

“Then, if I win… uh.”

What should I bet? I was only thinking about the bet itself and didn’t decide on the reward.

I want something that could advance my relationship with Im Sol… What might pique her interest?

Just then, I remembered a flyer posted in the magic institute lobby when I came to Im Sol’s lab.

‘The National Magic Research Exposition will be held next month!’

The Magic Research Exposition.

Wouldn’t she be a little interested in this?

“If I win, let’s go see the Magic Research Exposition together.”

“The Magic Research Exposition…? I’m fine with it… but if you go, it’ll probably be boring for you since it’ll just be full of old geezers and people obsessed with magic?”

“Going with you, Professor, is what’s important. Deal?”

“Alright. Then, if I win, you’ll have to come and help with research for at least two hours every day from now on.”

“…That seems a bit harsh. I’m just going out together for a day…”

“Then how about once every two days?”

“If it’s that, then…”

It didn’t matter since I was going to win anyway, but I had to convey the nuance that I wasn’t 100% certain, so Im Sol would be a little more at ease.

“Okay. Then, shall I try grading yours first?”

Im Sol shuffled through the first-year answer sheets and pulled out one sheet.

“I’m sorry, but no one can possibly get question 30 right.”

Im Sol, wearing a triumphant smile as she flipped the answer sheet over, soon widened her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

“Wh-what…?”

“Question 30. It was certainly a high-level trap. Just as you said, Professor, I’ll probably be the only one who got it right.”

It was a question that required calculating the interaction between the magic circles provided in the problem.

Most students likely calculated the interaction using the two presented magic circles, but a new magic circle was hidden within the magic created by the first one.

Since it was a question that required calculating the interaction including that hidden magic circle, most students probably got it wrong.

Because no one actually tries using the magic circles during an exam.

Unless you’re someone like me, who can see what magic will occur just by looking at the magic circle.

“H-how could they possibly get this right! I designed this question so that no one would pass my exam!”

Im Sol said, clenching her fist tightly, genuinely frustrated.

“Ah…”

Come to think of it, I think there was a setting like that.

Professor Im Sol’s classes are so advanced that no one ever gets a perfect score. A useless setting, just like that.

So that was the Professor’s intention.

“Now it’s sinking in, isn’t it? I’m confident about the written exam perfect score, you know? You’re not going to cancel the bet now, are you?”

“…No. You’ll probably make a mistake somewhere else.”

Judging by her expression, she seemed sulky. Kind of cute.

“But it really showed how much effort you put into it. It was so difficult. Even combining the time spent on all the other problems, solving question 30 took longer.”

Although, in reality, it didn’t even take me 10 minutes to solve them all, so the difference wasn’t that significant.

“…Mm-hmm.”

“Ah, this is tiring! Grading for three whole hours straight is so exhausting. Where else can you find a student working three hours unpaid for a professor? Right?”

I tried to get her to empathize, but it didn’t work, so I tried hinting at how hard I’d worked.

“I appreciate that.”

Fortunately, that worked.

“Shouldn’t you share some of the salary with me? I think I did more than a tenth of the work.”

“You do other things for me, though.”

“Other things?”

Im Sol stuck her tongue out slightly past her lips and made an ‘O’ shape with her hand, moving it back and forth in front of her mouth.

“Ah…”

“Do it now?”

“…Please.”

Im Sol put the exam papers aside, approached my sofa, and knelt down.

Although this situation developing suddenly felt abrupt, it was always like this with Im Sol.

Im Sol tucked the hair brushing against her pink cotton t-shirt behind her ear, then pulled down my pants and took out my cock.

Sniff sniff.

“…Professor. It’s a bit embarrassing to be smelling it.”

It wasn’t like we were naked in bed for sex; since I was the one unilaterally receiving this, it felt a bit embarrassing.

“I was curious how such a smell could come from an excretory organ. I wonder if anyone else has learned that skill? I want to learn it too.”

“W-well… Probably not? I somehow obtained it from the black market…”

“Really? That’s a shame. Haaap.”

Perhaps Im Sol wasn’t entirely serious about that last remark, as she immediately turned her attention to my cock.

Her soft lips sucked at my glans. The sensation of her moist tongue wrapping around the shaft made blood rush to my cock.

“Sluuuurp… Slurp. Hhhuup. Smack.”

How come she seems better at fellatio than Liliana… Did she study by watching porn?

I realized that if someone is a genius at magic, they’re also a genius at sex.

“Zzuuup… Jjooop. Chuuurp. Jjup.”

Im Sol earnestly began stimulating my cock. The way she took me deep into her mouth, licking the shaft with her tongue, delivered unbearable pleasure.

Moreover, her cat-like eyes would occasionally check my reaction, and every time our eyes met, a sense of conquest surged within me, along with the ecstasy of having such a beauty serve me.

The urge to cum arose not long after.

“Professor… I think I’m going to cum.”

“Ughh. Smack.”

Upon hearing I was about to cum, Im Sol repositioned my cock, which had been deep inside her mouth, and stimulated my glans by moving her head rapidly back and forth.

With her clear intention to taste my semen on her tongue, I couldn’t hold back and shuddered as I ejaculated.

However, perhaps the timing was off, because as my cock spurted out of her mouth, Im Sol’s face became smeared with sticky semen.

“Tsk. Ugh, it’s sticky. And what a waste.”

Im Sol exhaled hotly, wiped the semen off her face with her hand, and licked her fingers clean.

“Professor. A-are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

After taking all the edible semen into her mouth with her hand, Im Sol tidied up her face and clothes with Clean Magic.

“I ate well today too. Come again next time.”

“Yep… I’ll be going then.”

Im Sol’s fellatio is like a farewell greeting.

A way of saying thanks for the effort in helping today.

Except for the first day when she said my cock was sweet, she always only did it once, which was disappointing.

*

Leaving Im Sol’s laboratory, I returned to the dormitory.

I had spent more time than I expected, so it seems I should rest a bit before sleeping.

I sent Liliana a message saying I’d be late today, so she probably ate dinner on her own, right?

Ting-

As soon as I came in, Liliana came trotting out to greet me.

“You’re back?”

“Yep. Did you eat dinner?”

“No. I was waiting to eat with you!”

Her eyes sparkled.

Liliana has been getting cheerier and cheerier lately.

The turning points were when she contacted her mom in the Underworld and when she saw the video of me becoming famous. I don’t know why, though.

“Fortunately, I hadn’t eaten either. What would you have done if I had already eaten?”

“Then I would have just eaten your semen, what else could I do.”

“…How about as an appetizer before dinner?”

I seriously accepted Liliana’s dirty joke.

Besides, Im Sol only did it once, leaving me wanting more, so this timing is perfect.

“Huh? Now? Without even eating dinner?”

“We can do it while waiting for delivery, eat, and then do it again.”

“M-me? I’m fine with it… Mmm… Master. Smack.”

I hugged Liliana, kissed her, and led her to the bed.

Im Sol’s fellatio and a Succubus’s fellatio. It’s time to experiment and see which one is better.