Chapter 252 – Birth of an Alchemist

It was the day I promised to do spiritism classes.

“Luke! It’s class time.”

When I heard a knock at the door early in the morning, I realized that Wendy had come. It was her first time teaching magic to others, but the pressure was not too great.

Because on Earth, I graduated from Teachers College. The Korean language education department says that the employment examination is more difficult than piercing a needle. Even though I gave up being a teacher early on and did stupid things in the corner of the room, I somehow know how to teach others.
The memory of going to the teaching practice in the 4th grade comes to mind.

‘My illusions about high school girls have been shattered.’

I expected to go to a girls’ high school for practice and play with fresh high school girls, but nothing like that happened. Instead of fresh high school girls, there were only light years driving piles during break time. Preparing for class is so intense that there is not much time to rest.

But now the person I was teaching was the virtuous Wendy Maman.
She believes things will be much better than when she was teaching on Earth. She is a person who is full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm for spiritism, so she must have a taste for teaching. No, would they have been more motivated if they had taught spiritism to high school girls on Earth? Elemental magic is more interesting than classical literature.

I really want to see something like Kang Ji-ye (17 years old) playing Undine.
Jiye, a student who was always dozing off in class!

Is she living well on Earth, jiye?
The teacher came to another world and became a wizard.

“Yes, get out!”

I put on my coat and went out into the hallway. In the hallway, Wendy stood in a neat outfit, holding her spirit amulet. She’s wearing a thick coat, but she can’t cover her big mamma tummy. The spirit amulet around her neck looks very stable as it hangs between her breastbones. If your breast size is bigger than you imagined, the necklace could be put on your chest.

Every time I see her, I wonder if it would be heavy if I hung around with such a large chest. It’s the same as always carrying two watermelon containers. I want to lighten the weight by putting my hand under my chest.

“…Luke-sama? What do you think?”
“It’s nothing.”

An absurd delusion flashed through her head. I woke up to the sound of Wendy calling me. You shouldn’t have strange thoughts about students.

Now I am a teacher! Wendy is a student!

“We go outside and move to a wider place. It’s better to use as wide a space as possible to work with the spirits leisurely. I found a place in the forest behind the inn that would be useful for class.”

In the holy ground of the Great Forest, there were several forests that citizens could freely enter. Behind the spring water inn, there is a forest with thick bamboo trees. It was a place I found last night while looking for a place to use as an outdoor classroom.

I was about to take Wendy right away and head out to her front door.

“Oh, Mr. Luke. If you go out the front door now, you’ll be in trouble.”
“What is it?”
“The alchemists from Tabula are waiting in front of the inn’s gate. I’ve been camped out all night wanting to talk to Mr. Luke…”

Startled by Wendy’s words, I looked out of her window. I saw Tabula’s alchemists standing in front of the inn’s main entrance. Among them was Kelon, who taught me how to make scrolls.

Wendy asked me with a curious expression.

“What the hell did you do in Tabula’s studio? Alchemists usually lock themselves in their studio and never come out. They’re all gathered to see one of Luke-sama.”
“Yesterday, I developed a method to drastically shorten the scroll production period. Everyone is gathering to find out from me. But I can’t teach you easily. It’s a secret I really want to hide…”

I never thought someone would be sent directly from Tabula.
No matter how much you stir-fry it, you have no intention of revealing the secret of magical power charging. If I keep my mouth shut, even the alchemists will get tired of my grass and fall off.

“Let’s go out quietly through the back door.”

I took Wendy out through the back door of the inn. He looked around and moved stealthily so that the alchemists of Tabula could not detect him. After a while, we entered the vast bamboo grove at the back of the inn.

After settling down in a large clearing in a bamboo forest.
The moment her class started, Wendy stared at my horn with her furtive eyes.

“Huh… The time has come for me to take charge of the pheromone. I’m prepared, but I’m a little nervous. I have to show off my ugly face in front of Luke-sama.”
“Shouldn’t you just spit out pheromones? I can teach you simple elemental magic.”
“No. Luke-sama’s pheromones are essential to elevate one’s status as a Elementalist.”

It was Wendy’s own request to let her take on the pheromones. By borrowing the power of her pheromones, milk flows from Wendy’s nipples, and her status as a psychic increases. The higher the magic power, the more friendly the spirits follow. No wonder Wendy relies on pheromones.

“Last time, it was so effective that I couldn’t control myself. This time… Please be gentle.”
“Leave it to me. I’m used to controlling pheromone output.”

Wendy took a deep breath and she stood still in front of me. Her large breasts rose and fell with each breath she inhaled and exhaled. From now on she has to make her titties into real chubby mamma barrels.

“Huh.”

I put Wendy in front of her and energized her horn.
The scent of pheromones flowed from the horns, which were thicker than before. Watching Wendy’s reaction, she gradually increased the amount of scent she emitted.

“Huh…”

Her thick scent lingered around Wendy on the wind.
Slowly, Wendy’s breathing became rough and her body flinched.

“Are you okay? Can you feel her chest area?”
“Ha ugh… Her body is hot… Her hair is dizzy… Itchy… Uhhh…”

She asks if the milk has started to flow, but she doesn’t get a straight answer. Wendy just cupped her thighs, holding her voluptuous breasts in her arms. She lowered her output as much as possible to release her pheromones, but her arousal was still too high.

‘As Wendy gets used to the pheromones, she’ll get better.’

You don’t have to put Wendy in heat like this every time she goes to class. There’s something I learned from her frequent use of her pheromones on her lovers. If you sniff the pheromone several times, you develop a tolerance and the level of excitement is moderately controlled. Rebecca, too, was so excited that she couldn’t control her body when she first sniffed the pheromone. I’m still excited, but at least I can move.

“…I will stop here.”

It was the moment when Wendy’s pupils were about to lose her focus. She’ll have an accident if I let her take on pheromones anymore. At this point, I let go of the pressure on her horns.

“Gust of Wind.”

Wheein!

The air in the forest was ventilated with gusty wind magic. Wendy, who was in a state of extreme excitement, was finally able to speak her words properly.

“Ha… Ha… Didn’t I tell you to adjust her output?”
“This is what I’ve adjusted as much as possible. There’s no need to worry too much. If you keep sniffing pheromones, you’ll develop a tolerance. You should be able to calm down and control yourself to some extent.”
“Haa… You mean you need experience to take on pheromones?”

After Wendy’s body calmed down, she asked questions.

“So, how are your breasts? Does your milk come out properly?”

It’s an embarrassing question, but you should definitely check it out. It’s a question I ask as an instructor who teaches Spiritual Art. As she set her gaze on her swollen breasts, Wendy lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her.

“Yes… It’s coming out well. But I think it’s too much to start class right now. It’s too big…”
“Too many?”
“Bird, it’s leaking.”

I think I know what’s leaking even if I don’t tell you.
Wendy was wearing a sweater under her coat. The moment she smelled the pheromone, she noticed that the hem of her dress wrapped around her breasts was getting wet. The sweet scent of breast milk spread all around us in an instant.

Holly Sheck.
I didn’t expect that the milk overflowed and flowed. Is it because your nipples rub against your bra? Every time Wendy moved her breast milk flowed and dampened her sweater.
You’ve become a walking milk jug, Mr. Wendy.

“…I can’t help it. You can’t attend class while spilling your breast milk. I’ll squeeze it out right now.
“Ah, I see.”

To teach, you have to milk on the spot.
She’s a quirky girl who’s about to go crazy.

I looked back on the spot.
The dense bamboos are visible.

Squeak.

Her face naturally turned red as she heard the rustling of cloth. Right behind us, a beautiful receptionist was undressing. Even if she wasn’t looking with her own eyes, the dreamer clan’s imagination pictured Wendy undressing.

Took.

The sound of coats and sweaters falling to the floor.
Wendy, unbuttoning her bra, must have exposed her bouncing breasts. She is a huge breast that she saw vividly when she was milked a few days ago. She still can’t forget the thick cherry blossom colored areola.

“Huh.”

Wendy squeezed her breasts with his hands from behind her, pumping out some milk from her. A suppressed groan, afraid I could hear it, lingered in my ears. However, even if the sound can be lowered, the sweet scent of breast milk spreading out cannot be hidden.

“It’s so sad… I didn’t expect milking… To feel this good.”

The sweet smell lingers on the tip of her nose, driving her crazy.
In her mind, she constantly recalled a spell to restrain herself.

‘You’re a student, I’m a teacher!’

Come to think of it, what happened to the female teacher who recited this line with her student?
Did the two of you finally get along?

… It was a useless order.

“Aang!”

Pew!

While I was lost in thought, the sound of milk spurting echoed from behind me. The sweet scent is thicker than before. After taking a deep breath, Wendy put on her clothes and called me.

“…Everything is ready. Mr. Luke. You can look around now.”
“Sue, you’ve worked hard.”

I looked back.
Wendy came over to me as if nothing had happened. However, the milk spilled on the forest floor showed traces of milking.

We met each other’s eyes and couldn’t speak for a while.

“Hey… Your face is red. I’m sorry for showing you an embarrassing look.”
“I’m sorry! It’s all about learning spirit magic. What?”

It’s an outdoor classroom with the sweet smell of breast milk.
The first magic class in another world was sweet.