The afternoon class continued.
Fueled by jealousy, Ihayul pouted, but once the break ended, he grudgingly let go and fell to the ground.
"Heh... heh... Those tentacles are ridiculously OP..."
Thanks to that, Daera, who had been stuck on the sky's wings, was finally able to touch the ground.
Daera, lying flat on the floor, took shallow breaths.
She had tried to break through by circling around, but there was no opening to exploit.
The wings, endlessly extending and splitting, refused to form any kind of gap.
The one spot she thought might be an opening turned out to be a trap. Eventually, she found herself caught in the wings, like tentacles, swaying back and forth...
"...Hmm. It seems you've had enough rest. Time to get up."
"I'm already exhausted..."
"Stop whining."
It was fortunate for Artla.
Had Ihayul not fallen, the training would have stopped, and Artla would have had to focus on soothing Ihayul instead.
"......"
But Ihayul's whining hadn't completely ceased. Artla rolled his eyes at the pointed gaze that was glued to him.
When he subtly turned his gaze that way, he saw Ihayul’s cheeks puffing up again.
[Petulance] [Petulance] [Jealousy?]
The more attention he received, the more his pout puffed up. Conversely, when Ihayul received attention, his inflated cheeks shrank.
"Hehe."
If it puffed up too much, a kiss would be a good solution.
As soon as Artla kissed Ihayul's cheek, his face immediately broke into a smile as if he had been expecting it all along. Artla quietly chuckled.
There was no child more eager for attention than this.
‘What should I do...’
It was cute, no doubt, but it was also a bit troublesome.
He never thought Ihayul would be jealous of Daera.
It wasn’t a dark emotion, though. It was pure, childlike pouting, the kind a little child would ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) make.
"Master, are you really a child? Did you sneak into this place pretending to be younger? I remember you looking younger the last time I saw you, is that your real form?"
[Don't tease me]
"No, hehe... It’s like the son who had his mom taken away... No more tentacles, okay? Let’s be decent!"
That’s why Daera found Ihayul’s jealousy ridiculous but cute.
However, it was best to resolve jealousy in advance.
Artla didn’t mind it being troublesome, but for smooth training, it was necessary to put an end to this childish behavior, at least temporarily...
‘......’
While Artla thought this, his gaze inadvertently fell on Ihayul’s lips, which were starting to pout again, possibly due to the effect wearing off.
The neatly closed lips.
The faint pink hue that instantly caught his eye. The sensation of warmth and softness when his fingertips touched them came to mind.
Ihayul was trying to pout to show that he was upset, but from another perspective, it seemed like he was expecting some kind of response.
A mix of thoughts turned into desire. Unfulfilled desires from earlier stuck to him.
Artla blinked and momentarily pondered.
Was there any need to suppress this desire? Consideration for Hong Yeonhwa? But they had already been intimate, even breastfeeding... So why bother?
Cleanliness was no issue. It was already clean.
No, wasn’t it Ihayul who had been teasing with his tail first?
"Squeak?"
His hand moved instinctively. One hand grabbed Ihayul’s chin, and his fingers pressed gently on the soft cheeks.
"Poof..."
The air began to sink as Ihayul pouted his lips, like a fish puffing out.
Ihayul blinked, but soon furrowed his brow and tried to take in air again.
But before he could, Artla’s lips were already there.
"...Kiss!?"
Not only that, a moist foreign object invaded his mouth, and Ihayul’s eyes widened in shock.
"Squeak, kiss! Glk... kiss!?"
Their tongues mixed. As saliva gently flowed, a jolt of electricity shot through Ihayul’s eyes.
His body twitched, as if shocked, but Artla didn’t let him go.
One hand had already wrapped around his back, and the other was holding his chin, tilting his head back.
"Poof, kiss...! Huh... uh..."
It was a forceful kiss. Honestly, it wasn’t a particularly healthy way, but Artla didn’t feel much concern.
Ihayul, who was full of affection, was weak to forceful gestures.
"Ugh, uh... hehe, umm..."
Look, those wide eyes full of surprise were already softening.
His previously raised eyebrows gently lowered, and the scowl in his eyes melted away into something warm and gooey.
"Ugh, b-bay..."
The resistance from his tongue had calmed down. Now, he even began to open his mouth, gently sticking his tongue out.
"Ha..."
Artla, savoring the ecstatic feeling, slowly withdrew his lips. A transparent strand of saliva hung like a thread between their lips.
The strand gradually thinned, then broke, falling back into Ihayul's open mouth.
"Umm... kiss."
Ihayul casually swallowed the saliva, unfazed, before Artla kissed the corner of his mouth and asked.
"Are you still jealous?"
[Negative]
Instead of his small, open mouth, the necklace answered.
There was no trace of petulance left in Ihayul's eyes, now thoroughly melted with warmth.
Looking down at that scene, Artla felt a gloomy sense of satisfaction rise within him.
A sense of worry also followed.
Despite the forceful kiss, Ihayul was so compliant, and even though Artla was aroused by it, he couldn’t help but be a little concerned.
What if some strange woman caught his attention?
Artla, gazing at Ihayul with heated eyes, absentmindedly lifted his gaze.
And then, his eyes met his first disciple, whom he had forgotten about in his haze of desire.
"Uh..."
Artla’s face, once flushed with heat, instantly turned cold. Not just cool, but pale as if a chill ran through him.
"......" "......"
There were eyes wide open in horror. A mouth left hanging, frozen in place, unsure whether to leave or remain.
"...M-Master?"
A trembling voice that sounded pitiful.
The respect and trust that had been reflected in those blue eyes were slowly shifting.
Artla's breath caught in his throat.
[?] [Muuugeeee...] [Piiiriri...]
"Are you awake?"
Light broke through the darkness of his mind.
Clear words rang out in his ears, and a rhythmic patting on his back could be felt.
The voice and touch. The warm embrace holding him. The heartbeat pounding in his chest.
It was Professor Riana.
The power of observation was activated. This was Riana’s office.
Artla, who had been monitoring for any curses, opened his mouth.
"Ugh..."
"Well, look at you. Your mouth's dry. Want some water?"
"Yes..."
For a moment, his face detached from her chest, and a moist water bottle touched his lips.
He gulped down the flowing water, and the strange sweetness left in his mouth slowly washed away.
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Professor Riana, looking down at him, let out a sigh.
"Good grief, first day and you’re already doing things like this. Ignoring lectures... huh? Such lewd things..."
"......" [Embarrassment] [Shame]
Her incredulous voice made Artla recall the moments before he fainted. His face turned hot from embarrassment.
Professor’s kiss... made me pass out...
After the afternoon lecture, Professor Riana had apparently taken him to her office to care for him.
Still holding him, she worked while he was in her arms...
"Ugh..."
He took his mouth off the water bottle, burying his face deep into her ample chest to hide.
...The smell of sweet, roasted milk filled his nose, slowly calming his dizzy mind.
Professor Riana shifted her posture to make him more comfortable, gently patting his back.
"Our little one sure is greedy. Jealous of the new disciple already, huh?"
"......"
At the sound of her chuckling above him, Artla felt completely speechless.
It seemed like Riana had already heard about the situation.
He pouted his lips and rubbed his face against her soft chest.
He didn’t even understand his own actions.
He hadn’t expected it.
His first disciple, Daera Saeje.
After saving her, planning to invite her to Siyoram, and training together under Professor Riana... of course, he had expected that.
He hadn’t thought it would lead to jealousy... He had never imagined the level of jealousy he would feel.
It was fine if Daera received attention from the professor separately.
But seeing the professor give her attention while standing next to him, he felt jealousy rise even higher than he expected.
He had been more of a greedy person than he thought.
"...I should apologize at the mansion."
That was why he had acted so childish with Professor Riana and Daera.
Of course, both of them seemed to find his actions cute, so they didn’t seem to mind, but still, he had been throwing a tantrum.
"Professor, what time is it?"
"It’s almost dinner time. We’ll finish this and head back to the mansion soon. Try to hold off until then, okay?"
Just asking for the time, yet Professor Riana spoke to him as if calming a child asking for food.
She even gently brushed his hair down to soothe him.
His lips stuck out again, but remembering what happened earlier, he quickly pulled them back.
"...Huff."
But hearing the mention of food, his stomach suddenly growled. The milk scent in the air made him even hungrier.
It was almost a conditioned response, his mouth watering...
"Mm?"
Just then, the magical artifact on Riana’s desk began to glow.
It was a magic tool responsible for the door of the office. Soon, a voice emerged from the artifact.
[Oh] "...?"
His eyes widened at the name. Riana, seeing his reaction, tilted her head and placed her hand on the magic tool.
"Yes, Lee Hasol. Is it something urgent?"
"Then please wait a moment."
She spoke to him, and Artla peered out of her embrace.
"Professor, should I head to the mansion first?"
"Mm... it’s fine."
He tried to hint at it, but Riana shook her head.
"Stay here for a moment."
She lifted him gently, then slid him under the desk.
The space inside was quite spacious, so there was no difficulty fitting in.
He could only see Riana’s waist and legs now.
As his eyes blinked, Riana’s face appeared, looking down at him.
"It’ll be over soon, just wait quietly."
Her green eyes twinkled mischievously.