I Teleported Into the Academy of a S*xy Game
Chapter 88: Im Sol's Laboratory R18 (2)

Im Sol’s Laboratory R18 (2)

“Whoa, Professor, how do you manage to grade all of these by yourself?”

“You’ve just got to put in the effort,” Im Sol replied to me with a grin as she diligently graded the answer sheets.

This grading task felt never-ending. Im Sol was responsible for teaching the entire year, so she had to grade answer sheets from all the mages in the entire year.

I couldn’t help but wonder, why doesn’t Victoria Academy use automated grading? I mean, there’s this fantastic system called the MMR card, you know?

“So, Professor, why doesn’t the academy use automated grading?”

“People are more accurate than machines.”

“What?”

It was as if an old-school headmaster was meticulously double-checking the calculations because he didn’t trust machines.

“See, machines have the potential for manipulation, whether it’s the person controlling the machine or the one who wrote the answers.”

“…But, if you look at it that way, having professors grade is riskier. The possibility of errors or manipulation is higher on that side.”

“They take a Mana Oath. They swear not to manipulate it under any circumstances.”

“…”

Indeed, a Mana Oath is like an unbeatable fortress wherever it’s used. But there must be a more accurate method.

“Why not have students take a Mana Oath? That way, there would be no possibility of manipulation.”

“Do you not know about the Mana Oath? The procedure is incredibly complex.”

Ah, so it’s not as simple as just saying, “I swear to take the Mana Oath…!” as it happens in novels.

Wait a minute, if professors took the Mana Oath, then I shouldn’t be the one grading.

“Anyway, it seems like grading papers is a risky business.”

“You’re not going to bump up anyone’s scores, and if you make a mistake while grading, it’s okay. After all, the answer sheets are made public, and any student whose score is reduced by even one point will come looking for you with fire in their eyes.”

“Looks like you’re not taking this too seriously…”

“Thanks.”

Im Sol seemed unperturbed by my teasing and continued grading.

“Still, I’ve made quite a dent in the workload, Professor.”

Even though seeing the remaining pile of answer sheets made me want to sigh, it was clear there was a significant reduction compared to when we started.

“That’s true. It does go faster with two people. Thanks. It gives me more time for research.”

“…Yes. Being a professor at the academy seems tough. It looks like the workload is really heavy.”

The two of us had been grading answer sheets for hours, and it seemed like we’d only finished about a quarter. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take to do this alone, considering that my grading speed was nearly on par with Im Sol’s.

“But they pay well for this job.”

“Ah, I see.”

Money can certainly solve a lot of problems, after all.

“But it’s not just the workload; you also have to deal with a lot of complaints from the students.”

Every day on EveryDay, there are threads full of gossip about the professors. Complaints about dull classes, lack of support, and even comments about their appearance. All these negative remarks flood in with anonymous usernames. No one really bothers to take down these comments. It kind of serves as a gauge for choosing professors. Besides, posting mean comments about someone’s looks or similar things doesn’t exactly make you feel good. Most of the discussion revolves around the quality of the classes.

“I haven’t seen many insults directed at me. My professor ratings have always been high.”

“Well, Professor, you’re a talent bomb.”

While others spend five minutes contemplating what to prepare, she can come up with solutions in no time. Does she even need to prepare? With her good looks and the fun of attending her classes, what’s not to like?

“I’ve heard those kinds of comments quite a bit in the past. It didn’t make me feel good.” Im Sol’s face looked slightly stiff, and the atmosphere seemed a bit down.

“…?”

Why wouldn’t she feel good when receiving compliments?

★ Heroine Status Window

[Im Sol]

[Affection: 50]

[Lust: 25]

[Appetite: 30]

[Fatigue: 40]

Current Status: The past when I used to cry a lot because of monsters or something, it suddenly comes to mind. Ugh…

Ah… So, she has had some tough times, too. After all, who hasn’t had some difficult experiences? I ruined the mood by bringing up unnecessary things. What should I do now?

“But, it’s during your midterms, and you’re helping me this much. Is it okay?” Fortunately, she seemed to shake off the unpleasant memories first and changed the topic.

Well, we’ve been grading for over three hours already.

“I don’t have anything specific to prepare, so it’s okay.”

“You’re really confident, huh? I’m curious about the test results.” Im Sol stared at me with a sense of wonder, even during the exam period when I’ve been helping her for hours.

“The best students always prepare in advance. Why bother training now when it’s the real deal from tomorrow? I have to manage my condition.”

“Managing your condition while overworking yourself?”

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

“Sure, sure. Do well on the exam.”

It was my way of hitting on her, but she didn’t pay much attention. It’s a bit sad.

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

“I’m not really into betting.”

“What if I bet on getting a perfect score in the written test? How about that?”

“…A perfect score?”

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

“Yes, a perfect score in all subjects.”

“I don’t know how confident you are, but… that should be okay with me.”

A big stake has been set.

“I’m pretty confident. So, what do you want to bet?”

“You decide. But don’t make it too extreme; adjust it on your own.”

“So, if I win… um…”

What should it be? I’ve been contemplating a bet, but I haven’t settled on the reward. I want something that both Im Sol and I can enjoy… What might pique her interest? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt website on G𝘰𝘰gle to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Then I remembered a flyer posted in the lobby of the Magic Hall to visit Im Sol’s laboratory: the national magic fair next month!

A magic fair. Perhaps that could spark some interest?

“If I win, we’ll go to the magic fair together.”

“Magic fair…? Well, it’s fine by me… But isn’t it going to be boring for you since it’s mostly older people and magic enthusiasts there?”

“Being with you, professor, is what matters. It’ll be fine, right?”

“Okay. Then, if I win, you have to come and help with research for at least two hours every day.”

“Isn’t that a bit too much?”

“In that case, how about every other day?”

“Well, deal.”

I’ll win anyway, but I need to convey that I’m not 100% sure, so Im Sol can feel a bit relieved.

“Okay. So, should I start grading yours?” Im Sol rummaged through the first-year answer sheets and pulled out a piece of paper.

“I’m sorry, but there’s no way you could get question 30 right.” With a triumphant smile, Im Sol pushed the answer sheet aside and then widened her eyes, opening her mouth wide.

“Uh, what…?”

“Question 30. It was definitely a high-level trap. I’m probably the only one who got it right.”

It was a problem that required calculating the interaction between the magic circles provided in the question. Most students would have calculated the interaction using the two magic circles given in the problem, but there was a hidden magic circle inside the first magic circle. So, you had to calculate the interaction including that hidden magic circle, and most students must have gotten it wrong. After all, no one in the exam hall actually used the magic circles in practice. Unless you were someone who could see what kind of magic would happen just by looking at the magic circles, like me.

“How on earth could anyone solve this? This is a problem deliberately designed to ensure that no one passes my exam!” Im Sol exclaimed, clenching her fist as if genuinely frustrated.

Uh… Now that I think about it, I believe that’s part of the setup. In Im Sol’s class, no one scores full marks because the difficulty level is so high. It’s quite an unnecessary feature. So, that’s what she intended.

“Now you understand, right? I’m confident about getting a perfect score in the written test. You’re not thinking of canceling the bet now, are you, Professor?”

“No, I’m not… You probably made mistakes elsewhere.”

Judging from her expression, she seemed a bit annoyed. Kind of cute.

“But honestly, that question really stumped me. It was so tough. I spent more time on question 30 than on all the other questions combined.”

In reality, it took less than 10 minutes to complete all the questions, so the difference wasn’t significant.

“Yeah….”

“Anyway, grading for three hours straight is exhausting. Where are the students willing to work for the professor for three hours unpaid, right?”

I tried to empathize, but it didn’t seem to connect, so I made an effort to show that I worked hard.

“Thanks for your help.”

Fortunately, this seemed to have an effect.

“Don’t you think you should toss me a bit of that cash, too? I did some heavy lifting.”

“I’ll reward you in a special manner.”

“Hmm?”

Im Sol playfully stuck her tongue out and formed an “O” with her hand, moving it suggestively back and forth in front of her mouth.

“Oh…”

“Wanna do it now?”

“Please…”

Im Sol set the test papers down beside her, then moved towards my sofa and knelt down. This sudden shift in atmosphere might seem surprising, but it’s a usual occurrence with her.

After tucking her hair behind her ears, she unzipped my pants and brought out my manhood.

Sniff

“Professor, it’s a bit awkward to be smelling this, you know.”

We weren’t in a scenario where we were both undressed in bed for sex, and it was a little embarrassing for me, being on the receiving end.

“I’m curious how such a scent emanates from the excretory organ. Perhaps there are others who’ve honed this skill? I’d like to learn it too.”

“Well, I’m not sure… You probably won’t find anyone who’s mastered it. I stumbled upon this at the black market…”

“Really? That’s a pity. Oh well.”

Im Sol didn’t appear to be taking her comment too seriously and swiftly redirected her focus to my penis. Her tender lips enveloped my glans, and her wet tongue danced around it, sending electrifying sensations coursing through me.

Slrrph…

It almost felt like she had a knack for blowjob more than Lilliana. Maybe she’s been honing her skills by watching some porn? A sudden realization dawned on me; being a magic genius might translate to being a genius in bed as well..

Slurp… Suck… Squelch…

Im Sol went on to passionately stimulate my penis. Her deep oral embrace, combined with her tongue’s tantalizing dance along the shaft, unleashed an irresistible wave of pleasure. What’s more, her feline-like eyes intermittently locked with mine, gauging my reactions. With each intense gaze, a sense of dominance and the ecstasy of being serviced by such a beauty welled up within me. It didn’t take much time for the climax to approach.

“Professor… I think I’m close…”

“Umm… Yeshh…”

In response to my indication of nearing climax, I guided my throbbing erection deep into her mouth. She swiftly moved her head back and forth, expertly stimulating my glans.

Unable to resist the cum, I shuddered and ejaculated. But my timing was less than ideal, causing my ejaculating penis to splatter semen all over her face.

“Eww… It’s so sticky… And what a waste.”

Im Sol exhaled a sultry breath, then used her hand to wipe the sticky semen from her face, giving her fingers a lick.

“Professor, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

After she devoured the semen she could reach with her hand, she employed a cleansing spell to freshen up her face and attire.

“I had a good meal today. Come back next time.”

“Sure… I will.”

Im Sol’s fellatio served as a parting gesture, expressing her gratitude for my assistance that day. Except for that one occasion when she wanted the sweet taste, she had only done it once each time, leaving me slightly unsatisfied.

***

After heading out of Im Sol’s lab, I made my way back to the dorm. Man, I lost track of time there, so I figured I’d take a breather before hitting the bed. Since I sent Liliana a message about being late, she must’ve sorted out dinner for herself.

Ding-ding!

As soon as I stepped in, Liliana was all smiles, welcoming me.

“You’re back?”

“Yeah, did you grab dinner?”

“Nah, I was waiting for us to have dinner together!”

Liliana’s been positively beaming lately, for some reason. Ever since she contacted her mom in Hell and watched those videos of me that went viral. I don’t know why those were turning points, but something’s definitely different.

“Well, I haven’t eaten yet, what’s the deal if I did?”

“Um, in that case, let me taste your essence…”

I pulled Liliana close and played along with her teasing. After all, since Im Sol only did it once, why not add some extra flavor to the mix?

“Huh? Right now? Without even having dinner?”

“You can squeeze it in while we wait for the delivery, and then round two after eating. Sounds like a plan, right?”

“It’s… well… okay… Master… mmmph!”

I drew Lilliana in, planted a kiss, and led her to the bed. Time to embark on an educational journey to discern the nuances between Im Sol’s and a succubus’s fellatio.

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