Chapter 888 - 887- Lyssa’s Punishment for being a Slut

Chapter 888: Chapter 887- Lyssa’s Punishment for being a Slut

"Good students," he said, to the four notebooks and nobody else.

Then, pausing at the threshold with the door half open, he tossed a final splinter over his shoulder.

"One detail for the curious. The human ancestor who fought in those wars did not truly die, whatever your books claim. His power permitted him to return. Reincarnation with his abilities intact. He has come back before, you understand, and he could come back again. Food for thought."

He walked out.

The room sat in a ringing vacuum.

From his own perspective, it was simply true. The human ancestor had taken rebirth to aid this world’s protagonist. A fact, planted like a seed in a row of young minds that fancied themselves geniuses.

’And at my age,’ he mused in the corridor, entirely comfortable with the arithmetic he was inviting, ’achieving all that I have achieved. Shouldn’t I qualify as his reincarnation. A little.’

He did not care about the expressions he left behind, but he had catalogued them anyway. Leo, blinking. The prince, sharp enough to be dangerous. Sophia. The proxy princess, eyes narrowed to slits. The dwarven prince. Two other students of other races. Smart ones. Enough.

His true target this morning had been the dwarven prince, who had been trembling over his notebook, and the woman seated beside him, who had spent the hour staring.

Then he halted in the doorway, took one step back, and turned.

"Miss Lyssa."

Her head snapped up.

"You will come to my dormitory before nine this evening. I need to punish you for trying to ruin relationships with other races that I took so long to build."

He left the words arranged exactly as he wanted them, and walked out.

The geniuses in the room did the rest on their own. A professor who knew the lost history of the ancestor. Who possessed power no account could explain. Who spoke of reincarnation and return in the same breath as his own name, and who now summoned the daughter of a decayed great house to his rooms at night, openly, in front of the prince and the princess and the foreign delegate’s son, with the absolute unanswerable confidence of a man who had done this before and would do it again.

It was a lie, of course. A convenient one. Who cared, when he could see their eyes pushing out of their sockets, half scandal, half theory, wholly hooked.

Lyssa sat frozen at her desk, staring at the shut door, biting her lip so hard it whitened.

Her internal thought arrived sideways, in pieces.

’Wait. Doesn’t that mean he is...’

The latch clicked. The door was closed. The sentence never finished.

The dormitory room had no lanterns lit, and needed none. Two candles and the moon did all the work, laying long amber stripes across the tangled bed.

"Professor... professor, I love you... I love you, I love you~!!"

Yuki was riding him in reverse, her back to his chest, her feet planted on either side of his hips, and she was not riding so much as leaping. Her hands gripped his thighs behind her for balance and her whole body rose and dropped, rose and dropped, like a frog on a hot stone, her ass slapping down onto his crotch over and over with a violence that belonged in a smithy.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Ungh~!! Hyaa~!! HAAAH~!!"

Her hairy cunt swallowed him to the root on every drop, and every drop squeezed out more of her, until his lap was soaked through, juices frothing white around the thick base of his cock, smacking audibly each time she crashed down onto it. Her breasts bounced with each rise and swing with each fall, heavy teardrops wobbling in the candlelight, her stiff nipples cutting little circles in the air.

"I love... hngh~!! ... I love this cock~!! I cannot... my waist is... HIIIH~!!"

’This is insane. My waist is ruined. It is ruined and I am still bouncing. Why does my body want this so much. He is going to break me and my mouth keeps telling him thank you.’

Beside them, flat on her back, lay Sophia. Her dark horns caught the candle flame. Viktor’s tail was buried to its thick root inside her hairy pussy, the scaled length stirring in slow circles, and his mouth was sealed over one of her full breasts, drinking.

"Hnn... aah... master, the milk... you are taking too much... oohh~!!"

Her back arched off the sheets. Her horned head rolled against the pillow and he caught it, one hand wrapping around the base of the horn and holding her head steady while his lips pulled at her nipple. Sweet pressure flooded his mouth. Her milk came in warm pulses, and he swallowed with the lazy satisfaction of a man sipping wine, and the drinking had a purpose beyond taste. The horn in his palm, the milk on his tongue, and Sophia’s tail coiling tight around his wrist, all of it poured heat straight down into his groin.

His cock swelled inside Yuki.

She felt it instantly, the thickening, the steel-hardening, the extra stretch that turned each of her landings into a small catastrophe.

"Hyaaa~!! It got bigger... it is getting... harder... professor, it is hitting my... it is hitting~!!"

Pah! Pah! PAAH!

"Professor I am... I am going to... again... I cannot stop... my hips will not stop~!!"

"Spare some for tomorrow," he murmured against Sophia’s breast, and switched his mouth to her other tit, drawing both nipples together and sucking a mouthful of both at once while his tail thrashed deep inside her.

"HKYAA~!! B... both... master, you cannot take both at... aahhn~!! my milk is... it is all going to come out~!!"

Sophia’s hips lifted off the bed in small helpless bucks, riding the scaled girth the way Yuki rode the other one, her toes curling, her soft belly tightening with every buzz and curl of his tail inside her. Milk ran from the corner of his mouth. Yuki slammed down onto him with both feet leaving the mattress entirely.

PAAAH!

"HAAAANGH~!!!"

She gushed around him, her fourth or fifth of the evening, her legs shaking like a newborn foal’s, her juices adding another layer to the ruin of his sheets, and still her body rose and dropped, rose and dropped, greedy past all sense.

The candle clock said twenty to nine.

Knock. Knock.

Two knocks, measured and polite, on his door.

Viktor smiled around a mouthful of Sofia’s breast. He did not stop drinking. He did not slow Yuki’s rhythm, though she froze mid air, impaled on half his length, her head whipping toward the door with her eyes enormous.

"Cum in," he called, unhurried, releasing one nipple with a soft pop and pulling a second mouthful from the other while Sofia moaned. "Miss Lyssa."

The handle began to turn.

Yuki’s whole body flushed crimson from her bouncing breasts to her strangled throat, still stretched around him, unable to move, unable to climb off, unable to do anything but tremble on his cock while the door swung inward and let the candlelight of the corridor spill across the three of them.

"Ah..." Lyssa stood on the threshold, one hand still on the handle, her carefully rehearsed entrance dying in her throat. "You... you said nine..."

"Before nine." Viktor lay back into the pillows, utterly comfortable, Yuki still mounted and dripping on him, Sofia leaking milk down his chin and panting around his tail. He lifted his head slightly and looked at the girl in the doorway with the patience of a man who owned the clock. "You are punctual. Good. Close the door behind you, Miss Lyssa. And lock it as I need to punish you a bit."