I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

The library was nearly empty by Wednesday evening. Most of the first-years were either aggressively cramming in their dorms or trying to sleep off their pre-exam anxiety.

Arthur sat alone at a corner oak table, a single mana-lamp illuminating the thick parchment folder Elena had handed him two days prior.

He had spent the last hour breaking down her notes. It was a highly advanced topographical breakdown of how ambient mana interacted with physical terrain inside closed dungeon environments.

Arthur traced a line of terrain data with his finger, cross-referencing it with the standard map of Composite Block C. As the logic clicked into place, a blue prompt flickered in his vision.

[System: Academic Comprehension Achieved.]

[Intelligence +0.2]

[Skill Unlocked: Basic Mana Echo Mapping (Passive)]

Arthur cleared the notification, turning to the final page of the folder.

Elena had intricately mapped out the mana density of Block C’s cavern zone, detailing the structural layout. But right at the most critical juncture—the eastern boundary between the caverns and the Ruined Shrine—the map just abruptly stopped. A massive chunk of the grid was left entirely blank.

It wasn’t an oversight. Dungeons always had blind spots and hidden bypasses meant to test a squad’s scouting ability. Elena knew exactly where the bypass was, but she had deliberately left it off the map.

Arthur closed the folder, slipping it into his satchel.

A few tables away, Chloe looked up from her medical textbook. She had been sitting quietly for the last hour, reviewing her triage notes.

"Are you heading back to the dorms?" Chloe asked softly.

"Not yet," Arthur said, standing up and adjusting his coat. "Professor Moon left a blind spot on the Block C map. I’m going to her office to get the rest of the layout."

Chloe paused, her quill hovering over her parchment. She remembered the subtle, hidden movement of his arm in the lecture hall, and the Archmage’s violently suppressed shiver. She managed a tight nod. "Okay. Good luck."

Arthur turned and walked out of the library.

The corridors of the faculty wing were dark and quiet, lit only by the faint glow of the sconces on the stone walls.

Arthur stopped in front of Elena’s office. He didn’t knock. He turned the brass handle, walked in, and pushed the heavy oak door shut until the iron lock clicked loudly into place.

Elena was sitting behind her mahogany desk, a stack of grading parchments laid out in front of her. She looked up as the lock clicked, sitting up perfectly straight to project her usual strict authority.

Arthur didn’t humor the act. He walked directly across the room and dropped the open folder onto her desk.

"The eastern boundary is blank," Arthur stated simply.

Elena looked down at the parchment, her fingers curling slightly against the edge of her desk. She had been waiting for this all evening.

"That is a hidden structural bypass, Cadet," Elena replied, her voice crisp but holding a faint, betraying tremor. "The faculty designed those blind spots to test environmental deduction. Giving a student the exact coordinates to a dungeon exploit is cheating."

Arthur rested his hands on the edge of her desk. He knew exactly what game she was playing.

"You left it blank on purpose so I’d come here, Professor," Arthur said smoothly, holding her gaze. "Stop stalling. What’s the price?"

Elena’s lips curled into a faint, predatory smile. The strict, academic mask melted away entirely. She casually pushed the stack of grading parchments to the side, leaning back into her heavy leather chair.

"You like teasing your poor professor in the middle of a lecture, don’t you, Cadet?" Elena murmured, her tone dropping into a dark, haughty register.

Without breaking eye contact, Elena reached down and gripped the hem of her pristine white academic robes. She smoothly pulled the heavy fabric up around her waist and parted her thighs. She wasn’t wearing her stockings anymore.

She pointed a perfectly manicured finger down at her silk panties. They were completely soaked, the sheer fabric clinging tightly to the swollen flesh underneath. Even from across the desk, Arthur could catch the heavy, intoxicating scent filling the warm air of the office—a potent mix of raw elven mana and slick, heavy arousal.

"But today, I have the upper hand," Elena said, a demanding, arrogant edge returning to her voice. "You want the shortcut for your exam? Then you are going to finish the business you started in my classroom. Look at the absolute mess you made of me."

She was actively trading academy secrets, but she was doing it on her terms. She wanted him on his knees, serving her.

Arthur didn’t get defensive. He looked down at the display, a dark, lascivious grin spreading across his face. He recognized a mutually beneficial transaction when he saw one.

"For this, I will happily oblige, Professor," Arthur said smoothly, loosening his collar as he stepped around the massive desk. "I’ve always wondered how a High Elf tastes."

Arthur dropped to his knees, his boots settling onto the plush rug. He reached forward, his calloused hands gripping the smooth, heated skin of her inner thighs, pushing her legs wider apart. Elena let out a sharp, immediate gasp as he hooked his fingers into the damp silk of her panties, pulling the fabric to the side and completely exposing her.

She was dripping wet. Her swollen clitoris glistened in the ambient light of the office, thick beads of clear fluid pooling in her folds and trailing down toward the leather of her chair. The scent was dizzying—sweet, hot, and sharply metallic with raw mana.

Arthur didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and pressed his mouth directly against her.

Elena’s entire body bowed violently. Her spine arched off the chair, her head throwing back as a ragged, breathless moan tore from her throat.

The taste was incredible. It was heavy, sweet like overripe fruit, laced with a sharp, addictive static that made Arthur’s tongue tingle. He flattened his tongue, pressing it firmly against her slick folds, lapping upward in a long, deliberate stroke that caught every drop of her wetness.

"Right there, Cadet," Elena breathed, looking down at him, her voice trembling but demanding. She tangled her fingers tightly into his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Don’t... don’t you dare stop. Slower..."

Arthur followed her instructions, but he kept his own ruthless rhythm. He mapped her out anatomically, feeling the exact way her muscles spasmed against his mouth. He used his thumbs to spread her labia wider, exposing her most sensitive nerves completely, before diving his tongue deep inside her.

The sound of wet, rhythmic squelching echoed loudly in the quiet, dignified office, contrasting completely with the shelves of academic tomes. He sucked the swollen bud of her clitoris into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it while gently biting down on her inner thighs to keep her anchored.

Elena was breaking apart. The haughty Archmage was reduced to a trembling, flushed mess. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his face, chasing the intense, slick friction. Sweat beaded on her collarbones, her thighs slick and shaking under his grip. Her fingernails dug painfully into his scalp, silently begging him to push her over the edge.

Arthur knew she was right there. Her breathing was frantic, her inner walls clenching violently.

He pulled back, entirely stopping the motion.

Elena let out a frustrated, desperate, nearly sobbing whine. Her eyes flew open, wide and dilated, looking down at him with pure agony.

Arthur looked up from between her parted thighs, his chin and lips completely slick with her fluids. A dark smirk played on his lips.

"Tell me how to open the false wall, Professor," Arthur murmured, his breath ghosting against her overstimulated skin, "and I’ll finish."

"Grid... grid four-dash-seven!" Elena gasped immediately, her strict High Elf dignity completely shattered. She couldn’t hold onto the secret for another second. "The stone is saturated with raw crystal! Just channel a pulse of raw mana into the center of the wall... it shatters! It drops you right at the edge of the Shrine!"

"Thank you, Professor," Arthur whispered.

He dove back in, applying hard, flat pressure directly to her clitoris, his tongue flicking at a relentless, punishing speed.

Elena screamed. She hastily shoved the back of her hand into her mouth to muffle the sound, her jaw clamping down on her own knuckles. Her entire body went absolutely rigid.

The climax hit her with devastating force. Her thighs clamped tightly around Arthur’s ears as her hips bucked forward, uncontrollably chasing the peak. Her muscles spasmed violently, and suddenly, a heavy, hot gush of fluid erupted from her.

She squirted directly against his face and into his open mouth.

Arthur didn’t pull away. He stayed locked between her thighs, opening his throat and swallowing the hot, sweet fluid as it flooded his tongue, lapping up the excess that painted his lips and chin. He drank her down, taking the messy, raw reality of the release without a flinch, letting the heavy taste of elven mana coat his throat.

Elena slumped back into her heavy leather chair, completely paralyzed. Her chest heaved, her mouth open in a silent, exhausted gasp. Her legs trembled weakly, her white robes a rumpled mess around her waist, completely hollowed out by the sheer intensity of the climax.

Arthur stood up smoothly, his boots scuffing softly against the rug.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tasting the lingering sweetness on his lips, and adjusted his collar. He looked down at the wrecked, panting Archmage.

"Incredibly sweet," Arthur commented, his voice low and thoroughly satisfied. "Just like they claim."

Elena couldn’t even form a coherent response. She just lay there, flushed red, her eyes half-closed as she rode out the intense aftershocks pulsing through her core.

Arthur picked up his parchment folder from the desk.

"Excellent instruction as always, Professor," Arthur said easily, slipping the folder into his satchel. "I feel completely prepared for tomorrow."

He turned and walked out of the office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him. He had his cheat code.