Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Eating It All Alone Will Make You Sick
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“Ugh...”
After eating the elixir and waking up, something felt off about my condition.
My whole body ached—like I was on the verge of death, you could say.
It reminded me of how I felt after my first workout ever.
The horrific muscle soreness from the day after I'd blindly pushed myself to the limit, just because someone said you had to tear and recover the muscles as much as possible.
It was true that pain in the muscles meant growth, so it wasn't entirely wrong, but it was definitely a painful memory.
...But I didn't think I'd trained that hard.
Sure, yesterday I got a little more intense after unconsciously seeing her munching on cake, but even so, this felt weird.
The only difference from before was that I'd eaten the elixir...
Was that the problem?
Was this mysterious Sensitivity stat actually just making me feel pain more intensely?
...What a trash stat.
No, it was too early to jump to conclusions. Sensitivity was such a vague, all-encompassing term.
Concluding that it was causing the pain would be too hasty.
No wonder it didn't stand out in the game.
I wouldn't have freaked out yelling, Ouch! This hurts more than yesterday! just because Sensitivity went up.
Anyway.
“Ow, ow...”
I'd think about the Sensitivity stat later.
I couldn't just ignore the other one.
Finding a comfortable position to avoid more muscle pain, I cautiously called out to Undine.
Blub, blub.
The girl who usually sprang from my hand this time emerged from my stomach.
But aside from that, I didn't feel anything special.
Guess there's a reason they say not to pick up and eat random things.
Maybe if I tried something, I'd notice.
Sighing deeply in disappointment, I heard a rustling sound, followed by a sleepy voice.
“Is something... wrong?”
“Ah, well...”
I couldn't exactly say, I ate that elixir from the statue's thigh and now I just have muscle soreness with no other effects, so I'm sighing...
“Uh, I think I overdid the workout yesterday.”
“...Muscle soreness?”
“Yeah... something like that.”
My conscience pricked me, and I gave an awkward smile. Then I heard creaking sounds as Michelle approached.
Turning my head in surprise, I saw her stretching with pops and cracks. Her sleepy, dazed face looked somewhat refreshed.
Our eyes met, and with an unreadable expression, she murmured softly.
“Let me help you a bit.”
“Huh?”
She reached out with a somewhat vacant look, then paused and muttered embarrassedly.
“...Could you take off your top?”
“Ah, um... sure.”
Slipping off the workout top that now felt like part of me, it was like dropping a sandbag.
As I set it aside, Michelle's massage began.
“Eek!?”
“...”
Through the thin fabric, her firm yet soft hands glided over my body. It was uncanny, like she knew exactly where it hurt and targeted those spots perfectly.
“Ow...!”
She was an athlete, so it made sense.
“Hah...!”
A slightly high-pitched voice slipped from my lips. It was a strange pain mixing agony and some odd sensation.
Should I say I'm fine? But that felt like it would bruise my pride.
Begging her to stop because it hurt? That would make me a total wimp right then and there.
And massages do help with muscle soreness, that's a fact.
...The mystery was, even though I'd ended up shirtless by accident, why was Michelle so concerned about my condition?
Hadn't I already paid yesterday's consultation fee, even though we hadn't talked yet?
Was it just roommate goodwill?
I looked at Michelle's face while letting out heek... sounds.
I thought she'd fully woken up while stretching, but her face was still a bit dazed. Yet she massaged my body like it was her top priority on earth.
“Ahh...”
It even looked desperate, like she had to do it.
The inexplicable kindness made me feel strange, but her hands twisting my body left no room for deep thought.
“Ugh...!”
As the pain poured in and my breath grew hot, Michelle spoke in an embarrassed tone.
“...Could you lie on your stomach?”
“Y-Yes!”
Flipping my creaky body over choked off my breath. You can guess why without me explaining.
Sensing it, Michelle placed a pillow under my stomach. It helped a lot.
Her massage resumed immediately.
As I endured the pain, drooling onto the sheets, I noticed her breathing growing ragged too.
...Massaging someone else must be more tiring than I thought.
Makes sense without tools.
I'd never massaged anyone, so I wouldn't know.
By the way...
...Can't Undine get rid of muscle soreness?
“Hah...!”
I'd test it later.
My mind wasn't at ease, but she couldn't stay up all night. She had her job as the academy's sword instructor.
The silver lining was that, for some reason, her roommate—me—wasn't in the room right now.
Michelle, who had passed out asleep, fluttered her eyes open at the familiar voice echoing in her ear.
Her mind was foggy.
Her body already felt weak from the morning.
Built-up fatigue hadn't fully lifted, making her eyelids heavy. Still, the voice by her ear nagged at her.
The source seemed to be her roommate, who complicated her thoughts.
Rustling alone, she let out a strange sound.
'Does... it hurt somewhere?'
No way it was because of what I'd done, right?
There shouldn't be any reason, but since it was unknown territory for her, she felt anxious.
Overcome with unease and guilt, Michelle dragged her low-pressure body up, stretching to shake off the laziness, and approached Iris.
“Auu...”
Contrary to her worries, it seemed like muscle soreness had set in.
Michelle sighed inwardly in relief, while admiring how Iris trained diligently every day.
...The age gap wasn't that big, but her petite stature made her feel like a little sister—
She shook her head at the thought. Memories of last night's awful deeds surfaced.
Anyway, it was true that Iris was on her mind because of it.
Brushing it off with just a cake felt ridiculous.
But bringing it up directly... felt awkward.
She knew she shouldn't, but she worried it might strain their relationship.
She felt unfamiliar with her own fidgeting.
How long had it been since she'd cared this much about someone else?
While she spaced out in thought, her hands dutifully worked.
Michelle snapped to when she heard Iris's voice.
“Eek!?”
“...”
She stared at Iris, who had somehow taken off her top and lay there.
Her hazy eyes took in Iris's unbalanced body.
Slim compared to her chest.
She'd thought it was just poor proportions at a glance, but touching it felt... odd.
Normally, breasts that big would mean plumpness elsewhere too, but Iris wasn't like that.
“Ow...!”
Relatively lean, but not gaunt.
She had just the right fat to maintain feminine curves.
Even through the fabric, the soft skin and yielding texture were vivid.
...Does she really need to exercise?
The thought crossed her mind.
For stamina, maybe, but it didn't seem like a body needing much maintenance.
She even panted after a little running, suggesting she'd avoided exercise until now.
“Mm...”
...Not intentional, but the voice somehow stirred strange feelings when heard.
Michelle tried to ignore it.
But in the quiet room with just the two of them...
The rustling as Iris shifted...
...And her pained—or whatever—voice came through crystal clear.
Her breasts moved like living things with every twist, blatantly visible.
Sweat made the pale skin beneath translucent.
Michelle felt her tail stiffen straight and murmured softly.
“...Could you lie on your stomach?”
Better to finish quickly.
Fortunately, Iris hadn't noticed her state.
“Haah...”
Her head turned sideways for air still let out strange sounds.
Small, but with all the right curves in and out.
...Lying prone didn't hide it.
Michelle pondered if she'd ever been this interested in a woman.
Separately from that...
She realized her new tail was starting to rage fiercely.
...Michelle had to keep it from touching Iris.
Finishing the massage, Michelle awkwardly retreated to her bed and lay down.
As she tried to sleep again, Iris's embarrassed voice reached her ear.
“Sorry. Didn't mean to bother you.”
“...It's the weekend anyway.”
“Haha... yeah. Sleep well. I'll head out so I don't disturb you.”
“N-No need to...”
“Don't worry. Got something to try.”
With that, Iris left after saying the massage worked great.
Michelle inhaled the lingering scent and tried to calm her hazy mind.
...It didn't seem very effective.