a fucked up scholar

The group split up to explore the Akademiya, still moving carefully because of their lingering soreness. The girls were clearly nervous — not just about finding Aether more relief, but about the sudden shift in atmosphere. Even Lisa, who had studied here years ago, looked mildly baffled.

“I don’t remember it being this difficult to find a willing girl,” she muttered, adjusting her hat. “There used to be at least a few researchers who treated stress relief like a legitimate academic collaboration. Times really have changed.”

Rosaria scanned the busy courtyards with open frustration. Yelan kept her observations quiet but sharp. Shenhe simply followed. Ganyu’s cowbell gave soft, uncertain jingles whenever someone glanced their way too long.

Cloud Retainer finally offered a practical, if shameless, solution.

“If conventional methods are failing,” she said calmly, “then display the product directly. Let the Traveler walk the grounds bottomless. Interested women will approach on their own.”

Aether shrugged and decided it was worth trying. He removed the lower half of his clothes and began a slow circuit of the outer courtyards and quieter research halls with his thick, still semi-hard cock fully on display. The size and residual pent-up energy made it look even more imposing in the open air. A few scholars did a double-take. One junior researcher actually stopped walking and stared. But no one immediately stepped forward to offer themselves.

While he was parading the “bitchbreaker” around a shaded colonnade, Ganyu suddenly froze in front of a notice board.

Her cowbell rang once, sharply.

“Master… look.”

Pinned among the usual academic bulletins and research calls was a wanted poster. The sketch was rough but unmistakable. A blonde girl with familiar features — the same face shape, the same eyes, the same presence that Aether saw every time he looked in a mirror.

Wanted: Lumine

Crime: Attempted unauthorized entry into the Forbidden Library of the Akademiya.

Last known direction: Fled into the Great Red Sand after being pursued by Matra.

The poster was recent.

Aether stared at his sister’s face on the paper, the rest of the noisy Akademiya fading into the background.

Collei suddenly stiffened as a familiar voice called her name from across the courtyard. Her teacher had finally tracked her down. With a quick, apologetic glance at the group she slipped away, already launching into a rapid explanation about “extended field research.”

Aether didn’t waste the opening.

He turned, spotted the nearest woman who looked like she might know something — a sharp-eyed scholar with a distinctive hat and an air of someone who had been around far longer than she appeared — and grabbed her by the wrist. In one dominant motion he pulled her into a quieter side corridor and pinned her lightly against the wall, his still-exposed, thick cock pointing straight up between them like an accusation.

Faruzan blinked up at him, clearly startled.

Her eyes flicked from his face… down to the heavy, half-hard cock nearly touching her stomach… then back up again. She couldn’t seem to decide which deserved more attention.

“You—! Unhand me this instant, young man! Do you have any idea who I am? I am Madame Faruzan of the Haravatat Darshan, and I will not be—”

Aether cut her off, voice low and direct.

“Lumine. The blonde outsider who tried to break into the Forbidden Library. What do you know about the incident, and which way did she really go?”

Faruzan’s mouth opened, then closed. Her gaze dropped again, almost against her will, to the thick shaft still on full display. A faint flush crept up her neck. The situation was already bad enough, but it was made significantly worse by the fact that one of her deepest, most carefully hidden kinks had just been triggered in the worst possible way.

She really wanted to be made to talk with that cock.

The idea of being pressed against a wall, interrogated, and forced to spill information while something that size was used as both threat and incentive sent an immediate, traitorous pulse of heat between her legs. Her thighs shifted. Her voice, when it returned, had lost a little of its usual sharp authority.

“…The official report says she fled into the desert after the Matra intercepted her,” Faruzan managed, eyes still flickering downward. “But there are… unofficial details. Things not written down. If you expect me to simply hand them over—”

She swallowed, cheeks now clearly pink.

“—you may have to be more… persuasive.”

The old scholar was trying to maintain her dignity.

But the way her eyes kept returning to his cock, and the way her breathing had grown just a little shallower, made it obvious what kind of persuasion she was privately hoping for.

Aether’s frustrated body suddenly had a new, very willing-looking option standing right in front of him.

Aether didn’t catch the subtext right away. He was still too focused on the information about Lumine and the lingering frustration in his body to notice the way Faruzan’s eyes kept dropping, or the subtle shift in her breathing.

Yelan, however, saw it instantly.

The spy’s lips curved in a small, predatory smile. She stepped in close behind him, close enough that only he could hear, and whispered a few precise, practical tips against his ear — pressure points of pride, how to use the size difference, the exact tone that would make an older, prideful woman with that particular kink fold.

“She wants to be forced to talk,” Yelan murmured. “Don’t ask. Take. Pin her properly, use that cock as the incentive, and she’ll spill everything while pretending she’s still resisting. Classic type.”

Aether’s expression sharpened with understanding.

Around them, the rest of the harem moved without needing to be told. Rosaria, Ganyu, Lisa, Shenhe, and Cloud Retainer casually closed ranks, forming a loose but effective human wall that blocked the side corridor from casual view. To any passerby it just looked like a small group of travelers having a private discussion. In reality they had created a perfect pocket of privacy in the middle of the Akademiya.

Faruzan was now trapped between the wall and Aether’s body, with a thick, still-exposed cock pointed at her and no easy audience to call for help.

Yelan stepped back into the protective circle, satisfied.

“She’s ready,” the spy said quietly. “Make her talk.”

Faruzan’s flush had deepened. She still tried to hold her chin high, but the way her thighs pressed together and her gaze kept flicking downward made it clear Yelan’s read had been perfect.

Faruzan was enjoying this far too much.

The moment Aether followed Yelan’s advice — pinning her harder against the wall, forcing her short shorts down, and burying his thick, frustrated cock into her in one rough thrust — the older scholar’s defiance only grew louder. She kept her chin up, kept her voice sharp, and kept refusing to give clear answers even as her pussy clenched greedily around him.

“I— ah!— I already told you what the official report says—! Unhand me this instant, you brute—!”

Every protest earned her exactly what she secretly wanted.

Aether finally had a body that could take the rough, deep, animalistic fucking he had been craving since the night in the jungle. He gripped her thighs hard, hiked one of her legs up, and started railing her against the wall with heavy, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin echoed softly inside the protective circle the other women had formed. Faruzan’s proud, academic composure cracked further with every thrust, but she still forced out more defiant words between moans — deliberately staying difficult so he would keep punishing and “incentivizing” her.

“You think— nngh—! You think you can just— haaah— force information out of a Haravatat scholar with that— that thing—?!”

Her voice broke into a pitiful, high wail as she came hard around him, walls fluttering and juices running down both their thighs. Even through the orgasm she kept trying to sound resistant, which only made Aether fuck her harder. The cycle repeated: defiance, rough treatment, another messy climax, more defiance.

The others simply held the privacy wall and let him work.

Aether had finally found the perfect temporary toy — an older, prideful woman whose kink made her want to be broken open and forced to talk while she came her brains out on his cock. He took full advantage, using her roughly and thoroughly, chasing the release his body had been denied for so long.

Faruzan’s next orgasm tore another helpless, shameful sound from her throat.

Still, between broken gasps, she managed to keep the game going.

“I… I might remember more details… if you… if you keep going like that…”

She was putty in his hands.