“Hua, heut.”
Isti, lingering in the afterglow of a k!ss, is immersed in bliss.
She considers turning on the light but decides against it. Isti’s figure, bathed in moonlight, is too beautiful, and bright light would diminish the secretive allure.
Her school uniform skirt and top are hiked up, exposing Isti’s pale th!ghs. The uniform stirs a strange guilt, endlessly exciting the brain.
Bl00d surges dangerously to the c0ck.
“Teacher.”
Isti waits for me.
Not initiating s9x, legs tightly closed.
I reach out, parting one of Isti’s legs.
The white underwear, barely concealed by the uniform skirt, is revealed.
From above, her th!ghs seemed pale, but the inner th!gh glows dazzlingly in the moonlight.
Flawless, pristine legs. Between the inner th!gh and panties lies an even softer, more sensitive spot.
Press.
I hold her th!gh firmly, countering Isti’s attempt to close her legs.
I want to spread the other leg too. I want to transform Isti’s prim posture into that of a female ready to receive spunk.
Following instinct, I spread both of Isti’s legs.
“Ah…”
A gasp escapes Isti’s m0uth.
As expected, she covers her face with her hands, embarrassed.
“Don’t spread them like that.”
Her inner th!ghs fully exposed, Isti’s voice trembles faintly.
A sign her composure is unraveling.
What now? Strip her? No, since Isti wore this uniform specially, I want to do it cl0thed.
Releasing one hand, Isti tries to close her legs again.
I lightly slap her th!gh.
Smack!
“Eut.”
“Spread your legs.”
“…”
Hesitating, Isti finally spreads her legs wide on her own, no longer needing my hold.
Embarrassed, she bites her lips, stifling her breath.
“You need to listen to Teacher, right? Posture is key for impregnation s9x.”
I reach out, pushing aside the soft white fabric barely covering Isti’s snatch.
“Spread it yourself so I can see deep inside your snatch.”
Isti obeys, placing her index and middle fingers on her mound, opening her snatch wide.
Pink membranes and the canal’s entrance are clearly visible.
Covering her eyes with her other arm, Isti speaks as if squeezing out the words.
“N-Now, impregnate me with your perverted c0ck, pounding me hard~”
I press my c0ck against the defenseless student snatch, legs spread wide, canal exposed by her own hands.
Hooking my hands over Isti’s th!ghs, I use their strength to thrust in one go.
“Ngo…!”
The fully erect c0ck slides into her snatch.
Isti, lifted at the hips during insertion, covers her eyes with one arm, gripping the bedsheet tightly with the other.
“Gut, hua… ngeut.”
“Why’s this student snatch so sensitive? I’ve only just entered.”
“Hgut, ngeut. Teacher’s making me pose like a pervert and staring right at me… Perverted Teacher.”
“Pervert, pervert. Learning bad words from my s1ave, huh?”
Admiring Isti’s pale th!ghs, I drive my c0ck deep into her snatch.
“Huat, it’s Teacher’s fault for getting so hard inside this student snatch.”
“Like this rock-hard c0ck?”
“Yeah, love it. Ung. This student snatch loves Darling’s rock-hard c0ck.”
“Who’s the pervert now…”
Gripping Isti’s th!ghs tightly, I shift my weight on the bed, stirring and pounding her snatch.
The rhythmic squelching sound echoes as my c0ck ravages Isti’s wet snatch.
“Nghot! So good… Darling’s perverted c0ck is amazing.”
“Call me Teacher. Don’t forget.”
“Nguk, ah… I forgot ‘cause Darling’s perverted c0ck feels so good~ Teacher, punish this student snatch with impregnation s9x~”
Isti’s snatch tightens around my c0ck.
My heart pounds like it’ll burst.
“Oguk, ngit!”
I thrust harder, blatantly p0unding Isti’s snatch with my c0ck.
Her b0dy shakes, the movement of her b00bs under the uniform top visible to my eyes.
“Ngit… hyang. Impregnation s9x feels so good.”
I plunge into Isti’s soaked snatch with wet, squelching thrusts.
Each collision makes my balls boil. The urge to release surges quickly.
Pausing with my c0ck buried to the hilt, I try to pace myself.
“Teacher, give me impregnation s9x. Please? Fill my snatch with your spunk~”
Damn. Is it the costume’s power? Isti’s pleading pushes me to thrust toward eruption.
Rapid squelching as my c0ck scrapes Isti’s canal walls, hammering her womb.
“Nghok. Gut, so good… Impregnation s9x is amazing…!”
I feel my load being sucked out more intensely than ever.
Isti’s student snatch squeezes me tightly, and I pour all my thick spunk into her.
“Eut, euguk… oguk…!”
Holding Isti as she trembles from the aftershocks of eruption.
This time, I pin her wrists to stop her from covering her eyes, switching to missionary.
“Ah, eut?”
Isti seems slightly flustered.
Thinking I wouldn’t go again so soon, perhaps. But as I resume thrusting, something feels off.
“Eut! Hng.”
Where’s that perverted Isti from before? No dialogue, even suppressing her m0ans, she’s become passive.
Not bad, but the reason for the change intrigues me.
“Could it be…”
Was covering her eyes a way to muster courage?
Saying things she normally wouldn’t to excite me.
I see. So that’s why…
“I liked it when Isti acted like before.”
“Eut…”
Isti reaches for a pillow to cover her face.
I stop her, pinning her hands down.
“Ngit… I’m shy. Darling, let me cover my face.”
“Show me. The face only I can see.”
“Eugut…!”
Isti’s legs wrap around my wa!st.
I pull her close, bending her h!ps, and pound her snatch from above.
“Ngot, hgut. Teacher, no…! Impregnation s9x feels too good~”
Isti’s panting face, t0ngue out, is so enticing it makes my just-released c0ck doubly hard.
“Ah, ugh. Your filthy expression makes Darling’s c0ck rock hard. I’m such a failed Elf.”
“Too horny, it’s the best, Isti.”
“Ahe, Darling’s c0ck is so good. Getting knocked up with s9x by a pervert c0ck feels amazing…!”
“Truly a failed Elf. Making that face, like you’re dying for c0ck with such a pretty look.”
“Ngh, ohh. Even if you say that, ngh, I can’t go back to how things were.”
I pull Isti close, lock her b0dy tight, and shake my wa!st up and down, p0unding her snatch with wet slaps.
My c0ck digs deep, tapping Isti’s w0mb.
“Failed Elf snatch! Get pregnant! Become a knocked-up failure snatch!”
“Ngh, yesss… I’ll be the pregnant snatch that turns Darling on, so p0und me into a failed Elf! ~”
Perfectly timed, my second eruption hits as Isti climaxes.
Her tongue sticks out, eyes slightly rolled back, insanely hot.
I pour every drop of spunk from my balls into her, savoring her face.
“Don’t look, I hate showing this defeated face from Darling’s c0ck.”
I keep Isti’s arms pinned so she can’t cover her face and slowly stir the spunk inside her snatch.
“Hng… ngh…”
I released a ton. I don’t need to look to know.
Isti’s schoolgirl costume had insane power.
As we catch our breath, Isti hugs me tight to her b00bs.
Before long, we shift from teacher and student to lovers. Isti strokes my hair gently.
Feels like she’s praising me for nailing the creampie, oddly satisfying.
We cuddle, skin on skin, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
***
Next day.
I must’ve slept with my c0ck inside Isti until dawn.
The unity feels so perfect, I don’t want to pull out.
My c0ck probably grew and shrank inside her while we slept.
Maybe because we stayed connected, Isti wakes the moment I do.
“…”
“…”
Embarrassment hits us both.
“Should we get up?”
“Yeah.”
“But pulling out feels like a waste, so one more time…”
“Darling ~”
I use Isti’s snatch to release the thick spunk built up overnight.
Then, we head to the bath.
“Maybe my b0dy memorized the shape of Darling’s c0ck…”
Hearing Isti’s murmur, I pounce again.
“How’s that? Memorized it well?”
“Y-Yes, yesss.”
I pound Isti d0ggy-style, satisfied watching spunk drip from her snatch.
Only when it’s time to eat do I remember someone we forgot.
“What’s Karen up to?”
Did she see me and Isti getting sticky with s9x and go sleep in another room?
Plausible.
“Should we look for her?”
“No, I’ll do it. Wait at the dining hall.”
“Okay.”
I open my personal storage and interact with the Eight-Colored Giant Clam.
Loading map data makes finding Karen easy. No need for Isti’s help.
But… what?
Karen’s nowhere.
“Hmm?”
I check every room, but no one’s on the beds.
Is it an emergency?
Karen wouldn’t leave the castle alone, and I didn’t permit it.
Yet, she’s gone.
I briefly consider calling Bella to search.
Decide to look myself first.
Could be a map data glitch.
Maybe I missed her.
I head to the dojo where I last saw Karen… and find her instantly.
“What are you doing there?”
Karen’s stuck in the wall right by the dojo door.
There’s no doggy-door at that height, but she’s wedged in a hole, no other way to describe it.
“…”
Karen, limp, lifts her head.
“I’m stuck…”
“…”
How?
I’m curious how it happened, but picturing Karen stuck in a hole all night while I had s9x with Isti makes me feel for her.
“Ugh…”
“Big Bro… wanna ask how this happened?”
“Sure, how’d you end up like that?”
“I stayed late for extra training, nailed a space leap, got excited, kept using it, and…”
“Got unlucky and caught in the wall?”
“Waaah!”
Karen’s b00bs, sticking out, jiggle as she squirms.
“…”
“Big Bro, I don’t know how to get out. Can you call Isti?”
“Let’s see.”
This can happen, obviously.
One of Isti’s three failure cases.
First, you bounce back. Second, spirits destroy the obstacle. Third, it doesn’t activate.
Karen didn’t bounce or fail to activate—she broke through a thin wall hole and got perfectly stuck. Considering her b0dy and b00bs’ volume, if her upper half passed, her lower half should’ve too. But her slim wa!st is clamped tight, buried in the wall.
She’s completely helpless, unable to resist if someone touches or p0unds her.
Such… a pity.
“I didn’t want to show this idiot side…”
“What haven’t you shown at Hero School?”
“Waaah! Don’t say that!”
I could call Isti now, but that’s no fun.
First, there’s something to do.
“I’ll help.”
I lower my hands and cup Karen’s b00bs.
“…”
Feeling their weight, I knead them firmly.
Karen glares up, protesting.
“What’s this got to do with getting me out, Big Bro!”
“Wow, what a hefty pair.”
“Stop it! Don’t treat them like toys. It feels weird.”
Karen squirms, but it’s pointless.
At this height, her flailing hands can’t do much.
No leverage either.
I squeeze her b00bs like milking a cow, press them up, and grope eagerly.
“Big Bro, seriously help… I was stuck like this all night.”
“I’ll help.”
“Really…?”
“Just let me keep touching.”
“…Even with that serious face… ugh.”
Karen, embarrassed, avoids my gaze.
All she can see is my lower half.
Her b00bs bring peace to my soul. I spread my palms and knead them hard.
“Ngh! Ugh! Pervert, Big Bro…”
I get called pervert a lot.
Hope to hear it more.
“What’s it like back there?”
“B-Big Bro, no way…!”
Ignoring her protests, I step through the dojo door.
As expected.
Karen’s rear, perfectly positioned, hangs there.
A sight that makes me grin.