Chapter 65: The Specialist’s Sanctuary
The hallway leading to the specialist’s wing of the Academy was far more sterile than the main corridors, but as Jun and his companions approached Professor Leni Vance’s office, the atmosphere shifted. There was a strange, humming energy emanating from behind the heavy oak door, accompanied by the faint, metallic scent of ozone and expensive coffee.
Jun stepped forward and gave a firm knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Silence.
He frowned and tried again, knocking a bit louder, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet hallway.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Still, there was no reply. Hana leaned in, her head tilting as she listened intently to the silence. She looked up at Jun, her expression a mix of confusion and a sudden, playful curiosity. “Hmm… maybe Ms. Leni isn’t in her office?” she whispered, her voice a mixture of doubt and a hint of eagerness to find out if the professor had simply vanished. “Or maybe she’s just… taking a very long nap? Should we just go back, or do you think it’s okay if we just enter and check?”
Jun didn’t answer immediately. He exchanged a confused glance with Sora, who simply shrugged, her expression one of mild amusement.
With a small sigh, Jun reached for the handle and pushed. The door wasn’t locked; it swung open with a slow, heavy creak, revealing a room that looked less like a professor’s office and more like the workshop of a mad scientist who had a very specific obsession.
The office was a disaster zone of high-tech luxury. Blueprints for reproductive devices were scattered across every surface, and the walls were lined with shelves filled with strange, shimmering gadgets—some pulsing with soft neon lights, others vibrating with a low, rhythmic hum.
The moment they stepped inside, Hana’s eyes lit up. She didn’t just enter the room; she drifted toward the shelves like a curious cat, her head tilting from side to side as she scanned the array of erotic inventions. She leaned in close to a pulsating purple device, her nose almost touching the glass, her eyes widening with fascination.
“Whoa… what is this one?” she whispered, her voice filled with genuine wonder. She reached out a finger, almost touching a shimmering, iridescent orb that seemed to swirl with a life of its own. “And that one! Does it actually vibrate? I’ve never seen anything like these in my streams!”
For Hana, the office wasn’t a mess; it was a playground of possibilities. She moved from shelf to shelf, her movements light and bouncy, her curiosity completely overriding any sense of professional decorum. She was captivated by the sheer variety of the tools—the textures, the colors, and the promise of the pleasure they could provide.
In the center of the chaos sat Leni Vance, her strawberry-blonde hair looking more electrified than usual, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead. She was leaned over her desk, intensely focused on a small, metallic device, completely oblivious to the fact that Hana was practically treating her office like a high-tech toy store.
Sora, moving with her usual grace, stepped closer and leaned over the professor’s shoulder. “Professor Vance,” she called out, her voice clear and commanding.
“GAH!” Leni shrieked, jumping nearly a foot in the air. In her shock, she almost sent the gadget she was holding flying across the room. It was a sleek, ergonomically curved anal plug, crafted from a translucent, medical-grade polymer that shimmered with a pearlescent glow.
Leni clutched the device to her chest, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly. The sleek, pearlescent anal plug was still active, and as she pressed it firmly against the valley of her breasts, the high-frequency vibrations traveled through her skin. The intensity of the device caused her breasts to jiggle visibly, the soft flesh shuddering with every pulse of the motor.
She looked up at Jun and the girls, her expression shifting from shock to a look of profound annoyance, though the rhythmic shaking of her chest created a stark, seductive contrast to her irritated tone. “Do you people not know how to announce yourselves?!” she complained, her voice high-pitched and frantic, occasionally wavering as the vibration continued to rattle her frame. “I am in the middle of a critical calibration! I am busy working!”
Sora didn’t flinch. She checked her watch with a poised, professional air. “Actually, Professor, it is exactly the time of Jun-sama’s appointment. We are precisely on schedule.”
Leni paused, blinking. She slowly looked down at the digital clock on her desk, then back up at the group. A slow, shameless grin spread across her face. “On schedule?” she echoed, her voice dripping with a sudden, playful arrogance. “Actually, if you look at the atomic clock in the hallway, you’re all exactly forty-two seconds late. I’ve already started charging you for the overtime.”
Jun, Hana, Akane, and Mei all reacted with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. Hana let out an indignant huff, while Mei simply closed her eyes, as if praying for patience. Only Sora remained unfazed; she had dealt with Leni’s eccentricities before and knew that the woman’s “shamelessness” was simply part of her charm.
“Enough with the games, Ms. Leni,” Jun said, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Fine, fine! Follow me,” Leni sighed, standing up and gesturing toward a heavy steel door connected to the back of her office.
As they stepped through, the environment shifted. They entered a secondary room that was a stark contrast to the messy office. This was a clinical, high-tech medical suite. The walls were a pristine, glowing white, and the room was filled with an array of advanced scanning tools, holographic monitors, and adjustable medical tables. The air here was cool and smelled faintly of antiseptic.
Leni’s demeanor shifted instantly. The chaotic professor vanished, replaced by the Reproductive Engineer. She walked toward a large, circular scanning platform in the center of the room.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Leni explained, her voice becoming professional and direct. “Before we move into the R&D phase of your ‘special’ training, I need a complete, high-resolution biometric scan of your current physical state. I need to check hormone levels, uterine readiness, and general virility markers. If we’re going to build custom programs for you, I need data—real, raw data.”
She looked at Jun, her eyes sharp. “Jun, get fully naked. I need your body completely unobstructed for the scan to be accurate.”
Jun didn’t hesitate. He began to unbutton his shirt, his movements steady. As he stepped out of his trousers, his hard, pulsing cock sprang free, standing proud in the cool air of the room.
Leni didn’t even blink as Jun stood before her. She didn’t look at him with romance or shyness; instead, she leaned in, squinting at his physique with the clinical intensity of an engineer inspecting a high-end engine.
“Hmph,” she hummed, circling him like a shark. “I’ve seen the data on the other Primes, and let me tell you, most of them are absolute duds. Genetic lottery winners, sure, but physically? Boring. But you…” She stopped in front of him, her eyes widening as she looked at his endowment. “Now this is what I call a high-performance model. The vascularity, the girth… it’s practically a work of art. I bet the friction coefficient is off the charts.”
She paused, a mischievous, shameless glint appearing in her eyes. She looked up at Jun, her voice dropping into a tone of genuine, scientific curiosity. “Tell me, Jun. With a build like that, are you a ‘marathon’ type, or are you a quick shot? I’ve had a few Primes with impressive size who fold in under three minutes. It’s a tragedy, really. A waste of prime real estate.”
Jun raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed by her bluntness. “I think you’ll find I’m quite the opposite of a quick shot, Professor.”
“I suspect as much,” Leni replied, her voice returning to its high-energy, frantic tone. She then turned her gaze toward the women, waving a hand dismissively. “Right! Enough with the chat. As for you ladies, the same applies. Strip down. I need to check your reproductive health and ensure you’re physically compatible with the… intensity… Jun provides. No lace, no silk, no modesty. I want you all bare. I need to see if your internal architecture can actually handle a beast like this without breaking!”
Sora, ever the supportive partner, stepped forward. As Jun struggled slightly with a stubborn button on his sleeve, she reached out, her fingers deftly assisting him. She helped him slide the shirt off his shoulders, her touch lingering for a brief, suggestive second against his skin.
The room fell into a heavy, expectant silence as the five of them prepared to strip, the clinical white lights of the medical suite reflecting the anticipation of what was to come.