Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Sword Instructor's Melancholy
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'You liked cake, right?'
Michelle clutched the packaged cake as she headed toward the dorm.
Her face seemed just a little flushed.
Unnecessarily tense, she took a deep breath in front of the door before carefully turning the knob.
With a soft click, the door swung open, revealing a dark room beyond. Michelle felt a twinge of doubt at the sight.
'Why's it so dark?'
Michelle paused to recall the details.
Iris Plumeria had definitely agreed to her counseling request.
Maybe she was waiting in the infirmary?
As the question lingered, a faint breath reached her ears. Blinking, Michelle closed the door and stepped inside.
Her eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, caught a silhouette sprawled across the table.
Drawing closer, she saw Iris Plumeria slumped over the table, seemingly fast asleep.
Snore... snore...
With each tiny breath, her petite frame twitched gently up and down. Dressed in a pure white gown, it looked like she'd fallen asleep waiting for Michelle.
Michelle felt a bit flustered.
'Doesn't seem that late, though?'
But what could she do?
Waking someone already asleep felt downright cruel.
Someone who reliably slept in bed even coming home late was now dozing at the table—it seemed she'd had an exhausting day.
Guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow.
"Ngh..."
As she pondered.
The reason she'd asked Iris for counseling began to rise stiffly from her lower body.
The inexplicable sweet scent filling the room made it grow harder and harder.
And today, it felt especially intense.
'...'
That was why she came home so late every night.
No issues dealing with cadets, but once back in the room, it slowly crept up on her.
Handling it herself in the bathroom every night took too long, and she was mortified at the thought of her roommate hearing.
...It had gotten awkward once before, in fact.
Not quite at her limit, but terribly inconvenient. And with people already commenting she looked tired, what was the point of saying anything?
She'd wanted to ask if Iris could help.
...But she was already asleep.
With no choice, Michelle resolved to try tomorrow. She set the cake on the table and carefully lifted Iris.
"Haa..."
A thick wave of Iris's scent washed over her.
The fully rigid shaft strained desperately to touch her body, but the sturdy fabric of Michelle's clothes held firm.
...Leaving Michelle to suffer the torment. She shivered at the crushing sensation against the cloth, thinking.
Hurry and get Plumeria Teacher into bed, then head to the bathroom.
Still early today, so better than yesterday.
Lost in the haze, a lightning bolt of realization struck Michelle.
'...This scent.'
It's coming from Plumeria Teacher?
Sniff sniff.
Michelle laid Iris on the bed, then buried her nose in the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply.
Throb!
A strange mix of pleasure and pain surged from her lower body. The sweet aroma clouded her mind.
Her vision blurring, she jerked back in alarm, pulling her face away from Iris's neck.
"Haa..."
How was she supposed to interpret this?
Panting raggedly, Michelle gazed at Iris.
Her closed eyes hidden by lush hair.
Porcelain skin that stood out even in the dim room.
Slender white shoulders.
The zipper pulled down exposed large, pale breasts in stark detail—compared to her slim frame hidden under the baggy tracksuit, they seemed a touch oversized... but it didn't matter.
Gulp.
Was it because she suspected they were the cause of her stiffness?
A weird, lewd feeling stirred inside her.
Staring blankly at Iris, Michelle slowly tugged down her pants.
...We agreed to be careful with each other.
But she's asleep, so it should be fine.
'...'
Even she knew it was a pathetic excuse.
Click... slide.
A scorching heat emerged alongside the towering pillar.
Already wildly aroused, it drooled thick precum from the tip.
Each whiff of Iris's scent made it spurt! transparent fluid.
Gazing at it hazily, Michelle gripped the shaft like a sword hilt, just as Iris had taught her.
"Ngh..."
...It's Teacher's fault, so borrowing a little help should be okay.
She had no idea why her body was reacting, but it sure felt like Iris's doing.
The twitching and spurting whenever she inhaled Iris's scent confirmed it.
Her tail and ears flapped madly, like those of a beast in heat.
Half out of her mind, she buried her nose back in Iris's neck and stroked away.
"Haa... haa... ngh, grr..."
She didn't want to wake Iris, so she stifled her voice. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth.
The pleasure hit harder than her solo sessions in the bathroom as she worked her hand.
This way, she could quench the urge much faster.
Then.
Madly inhaling Iris's body scent, Michelle caught a strange whiff.
It came from Iris's chest—specifically, the tracksuit covering her breasts.
Something unpleasant.
Michelle couldn't pinpoint the emotion, but it rubbed her the wrong way.
Mulling it over silently, an impulse seized her: she wanted to overwrite that smell.
"Grr..."
She lifted her head from the nape, aiming her pillar at the tracksuit.
...Right at Iris's breasts.
Soon, Michelle rubbed her shaft against Iris's breasts and tracksuit, panting as she stroked too.
Her mind was filled only with the desire to sate her lust and blanket the unpleasant odor with her own scent.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Grr..."
Thick precum gushing from Michelle's shaft soaked Iris's breasts and tracksuit. Iris's body stirred briefly at the heat but didn't wake.
Her startled hand paused, then resumed.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Each press against the soft breasts made Michelle's hips shudder.
Were breasts always this pleasurable?
As the last traces of that unpleasant smell vanished under her own, she sensed it.
Ah.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
A novel ecstasy overtook her as she sprayed sticky, hot fluid everywhere.
Thick globs of white oozed out, clinging messily to Iris's breasts and tracksuit.
"Ah... ah, ngh..."
Michelle's tail and ears splayed wide as she basked in the afterglow, drool pouring freely.
Any cadet who'd seen her lately as their sword instructor would gape at her lust-drenched expression.
"Haa... haa..."
Finally snapping out of it as the rigid shaft softened, Michelle took in the devastation she'd wrought and went pale.
'What the hell did I just do?'
It was the vilest, most intense desire she'd ever felt in her life.
Regaining composure, she fumbled her pants back on and grabbed a towel from the bathroom.
It might not be enough, but she wiped away as much of the traces from Iris's breasts and tracksuit as she could.
Fortune or misfortune, Iris slumbered deeply and didn't stir.
'...This is insane.'
As she cleaned up, Michelle sighed in relief even as guilt weighed on her shoulders.
She felt a touch resentful toward this 'thing' for arriving so late.
If it'd come sooner, none of this would've happened.
And yet, sensing her lips curl at the mingled scents of her own and Iris's, she thought maybe she was the crazy one.
Still.
'Where did I hear that rumor again?'
Her memory was hazy.
But it hardly mattered.
She'd done something awful to her roommate regardless.
How was she supposed to face Plumeria Teacher tomorrow?
...Maybe request a room change.
She'd definitely get caught, right?
The thought left her in poor spirits, though she couldn't say why it bothered her so much.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Michelle glanced at Iris's now-decently cleaned body before heading to the bathroom.
Her own cleanup wasn't finished yet.
...Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight.
"Mm..."
I woke feeling surprisingly refreshed. Lying there with eyes closed, I noticed a sticky sensation on my skin.
A faint, odd smell hung in the air too.
Then I remembered: last night, I'd dozed off waiting for Michelle.
Not that I'd really been waiting. I'd sat at the table debating a shower and just conked out.
Probably because of 'that' incident without washing up after.
Summoning Undine to cleanse me, the stickiness and smell faded away.
Feeling fresh, I sprang out of bed with energy.
"Uh, um... In-Instructor?"
I spotted Michelle at the table, face buried in her hands. My heart sank. I'd promised counseling but fallen asleep.
And lying in bed meant... she'd carried me there.
A bad premonition stirred.
Her ears perked at my voice. Her sturdy hands lowered, revealing a haggard face.
Her expression carried complex emotions.
Feeling guilty, I hurried over and blurted an apology.
"Ah, um... sorry, Instructor. I was so exhausted yesterday that I just... passed out."
To my lame excuse, Michelle eyed me with unreadable emotion.
Then cautiously spoke.
"...I see. It's fine. More importantly... please have this. As a counseling fee. I bought it last night."
"Haha... I can't accept that just for dozing off."
I laughed awkwardly, but she shook her head.
"It's okay. I don't eat sweets anyway. We can do the counseling... next time."
With that, Michelle slipped out the door before I could stop her.
"...Mm."
Made me feel even guiltier.
I fiddled with my crisp tracksuit before sitting at the table.
Anyway.
Isn't today... a holiday?
Wonder where she's off to.
...Probably training.
I had no idea why she'd been sitting at the table since morning.
But she seemed like a good person regardless.
Forgiving me unilaterally breaking our promise and all.
For some reason, it felt like my plans for today would go smoothly.
No real basis, but still.