I thought it was a joke.
'But she's really licking it.'
Without hesitation, the instructor licked the white, sticky semen clinging to her fingers like a spider's web.
Her small, red tongue meticulously licked between her fingers, like a cat grooming itself.
"Hmm..."
She seemed to be savoring the taste of the semen in her mouth, as if tasting wine. She furrowed her brow slightly, then tilted her head.
"It's not as fishy as I expected. There's actually some flavor to it. Hmm, is it a bit sweet?"
"What? That can't be."
This isn't some Japanese porn.
Semen is bitter and unpleasant. If it tastes good, there's either something wrong with your taste buds or you have a strange preference.
But the instructor nonchalantly licked up the remaining semen and took it into her mouth. Even the liquid pooled in her palm, without leaving any behind.
Gulp.
I heard the small sound of her throat moving.
I could only stare at the scene in a daze.
'...It's hard again.'
The instructor said with a serious expression:
"The taste aside... from what I just felt, it contains a considerable amount of mana. In a very concentrated form. At least I can see that the saying you mentioned wasn't completely wrong."
"I-I see... Wait, what?"
Concentrated mana?
This was news to me.
"If that were the case, wouldn't I not have to suffer from mana depletion?"
"Hmm... You have a point."
The instructor looked me, no, my body up and down for a moment. A sharp gaze, as if diagnosing. The embarrassed look from earlier was completely gone.
"Take off the rest of your clothes. All of them."
"What? W-Why?"
"I need to directly check the mana flow in your body. I'm thinking the root cause of your mana depletion might be elsewhere."
I hesitated for a moment, but at her serious gaze, I had no choice but to take off my remaining top and throw it aside.
I stood completely naked in front of the instructor.
My penis, which had gone soft after the earlier masturbation, perked up again and throbbed towards her.
I was a bit embarrassed too, but what could I do?
The instructor told me to do it.
The instructor pressed her cold finger against the center of my chest, near my heart, as if completely ignoring my excited lower half.
"Ugh."
"The mana response is weak. The flow itself isn't smooth. Where is it blocked?"
It wasn't just pressing.
She sent mana flowing like an electric signal to the exact location of the meridians where mana flows.
Then her hand slowly moved down, stopping below my navel, at the area commonly called the dantian.
If the heart is the pump, the dantian is the storage.
Hunters usually called it the mana core.
She carefully cupped that area with her palm and concentrated as if trying to detect mana.
At that moment, as her touch grazed it, my thing twitched and grew even larger, bumping against the instructor's wrist.
The instructor's brow twitched. But she still deliberately ignored my penis, and spoke in a low, cold voice, almost whispering:
"Focus, Leo. Show respect in front of your teacher."
"S-Sorry. It's just a physiological response..."
The instructor traced the flow of mana, carefully feeling around my dantian area. Wherever her touch reached, I felt a tingling sensation and a faint mana circulating inside my body.
But her expression grew increasingly serious.
"Strange. The mana core itself is normal. It's a bit small, but average for a hunter your age. But why is the mana flow so..."
Her touch moved lower and lower. Still deliberately ignoring my throbbing member, her exploration didn't stop.
And finally.
The instructor's eyes changed to a look of certainty.
"...This is it!"
"Huh? What is?"
"There's no major problem with your dantian itself. No, rather, I sense quite a bit of potential for someone like you who's fallen behind."
"R-Really? Seriously?"
While I was bewildered by the unexpected praise, she pointed to several spots around my navel and said:
"But this is the problem. Your mana core has... too many mana flows connected to the outside."
The instructor said there were many strands of mana stretching outward from my mana core like a spider web.
"The thickest and clearest flow is to that expansion pouch on your back."
"What?"
"Leo. Be honest. Besides that expansion pouch, just how many hunter items have you crudely crafted?"
Gulp.
There's no way I could count them all.
How many items had I crafted since being possessed by Dominant Evil?
It's usually called the curse of knowledge.
I knew at least twice as much as others.
I knew well what crafted items sold well and were useful in Dominant Evil.
But the problem is my hands that make everything a bit off.
The performance is mediocre, the efficiency is poor.
I invented all sorts of random crafted items, but like this mana stone pouch, they constantly drained mana, so I had tossed them aside like junk.
But that was the cause?
"W-Wait a minute. If that much mana was leaking out, wouldn't I have noticed?"
"Your situation is a bit different from that case. It's like the plug is still inserted even when the power is off. The key point is occupation. The connected mana strings are exercising ownership rights over a certain amount of mana."
Huh.
"S-So, I..."
"Well, don't worry too much about it. At least we know now."
The instructor shrugged as she spoke.
Ugh.
That's an annoying response.
If I had just learned the instructor's mana detection skill earlier, I would have known a bit sooner.
I feel a little angry.
"You have the mana detection skill, right instructor?"
"Yes, I do. The ability to detect mana and visually grasp its flow. That's one of the important criteria that distinguishes so-called D-rank and C-rank hunters."
The instructor doesn't seem to have realized what I'm getting at yet.
"Instructor, I still have a lot of unallocated experience points left, right?"
"Yes, but... why are you suddenly bringing that up again?"
"If I allocate the rest, couldn't I get the mana detection skill?"
"Huh?"
The instructor took a breath as if choosing her words. I saw her eyelashes flutter slightly like before.
"Y-You, you stupid pervert disciple!"
"But, I'm right, aren't I?!"
"The absorption method you're using is by no means a normal method!"
"I know that too! I'm not doing this because I don't know, it's because I don't know any other way!"
"But that doesn't mean you can continue with this, this barbaric method!"
After arguing back and forth for a while, the instructor finally sighed and spread her fingers.
"Haah... Fine. You don't seem to have any intention of listening anyway. Was everything you said earlier about getting my permission all lies?"
"B-But I need the mana detection skill right now. There's a mountain of things to allocate..."
I carefully spoke while looking at her hand. She seemed to catch my meaning and let out another small sigh.
And where her gaze turned was... my penis, still proudly displaying its vigor.
"Strange."
"Huh?"
"I heard that men go limp soon after ejaculating, but why are you..."
"Ah, well, I guess I just recover quickly?"
"..."
It's not a lie.
I do have the Growth Period skill, but more than that, I'm still at that age.
The instructor looked back and forth between my face and my thing for a moment, then instinctively swallowed hard.
Her face was deeply furrowed, but somehow she also looked resigned.
Finally, she slowly crouched down in front of me with a small sigh.
"Huu... Unnecessarily healthy down there, huh."
And once again, her cold, soft hand wrapped around my hot penis. This time, her touch was a little more unhesitating than before.
"Ungh..."
"Huu, doing the same method again... the efficiency would be too low. How much experience would be transferred..."
Eh?
I looked at the instructor, wondering if I had heard correctly. She was still frowning deeply, but her eyes looked as if she had made some decision as she looked down at my thing.
The tip of my member was already beaded with clear pre-cum again.
And the next moment, the instructor slowly lowered her head.
Her small, red lips parted slightly, revealing her tongue.
Chu-
Her hot, moist lips lightly touched the tip of my glans, glistening with pre-cum.
Then she carefully took my glans into her mouth. As the soft, hot flesh inside her lips enveloped my sensitive glans, an unbearable tingling sensation ran down my spine.
"Ungh..."
"It really is sweet... chu."
The instructor began to gently suck just the tip of the glans, very slowly and shallowly.
Chu, slurp.