Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Sensitive Awakening
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“Yawn...”
Waking from a sleep that felt like death itself, a refreshing sensation washed over me.
Pushing Undine to her limits brought on an overwhelming drowsiness that was hard to resist, but waking up with my body feeling so refreshed made it seem like a necessary evil.
I wondered if I'd hesitate to use her if I felt as wretched as after a hangover the next day... but somehow, I doubted it.
To me now, summoning Undine wasn't a choice—it was closer to a necessity.
...Besides, commanding her was practically the same as her begging me to "do it," so it wasn't exactly a hardship.
Anyway, I headed to the bathroom to wash up and shake off the lingering sleepiness.
I figured Michelle had already left, so I stepped into the changing room, only for her to walk out from the bathroom.
“Ah.”
“...Hm?”
Our eyes met amid mutual exclamations of surprise.
As Michelle's golden eyes fixed on me, I found myself staring right back into hers.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I let my gaze drop—and that turned out to be even more dangerous.
Her freshly showered body, still damp, captured my attention completely.
Her sun-kissed, healthily tanned skin was slightly flushed from the hot water.
Soft breasts contrasted with her toned physique, firm abs sat below them, and further down, her lower half was obscured by her tail.
I eyed her powerful thighs with a twinge of envy before snapping back to reality.
...What the hell was I doing, gawking like an idiot?
Honestly, it was unavoidable.
I'd always been a sucker for female characters, loved seeing them tangle up together—that's why I was into yuri. How was I supposed to hold back with one right in front of me?
If she were on a monitor instead, I'd probably have paused time by now, savoring the view while shoving the narrator "Iris" aside.
But this was a man's body in a woman's form—no, wait.
I quickly opened my mouth to apologize.
“S-Sorry... I didn't realize you were still in there.”
“...Doesn't seem like something you need to apologize for.”
Between girls, it'd be no big deal, but explaining that I wasn't one... well, that didn't feel like a great idea.
I thought of myself as a tough guy, but I wasn't blind to the reality of this body.
...Claiming to be a man with these sandbags dangling from my chest would land me in a psych ward, not the infirmary.
Anyway.
With my head slightly bowed, I couldn't see Michelle's face—our height difference made it worse.
So I had no clue what expression she wore.
Then I noticed her tail swaying as it covered her privates.
Flustered and unsure where to look, I heard the soft pat-pat of her drying her tail with a towel.
I didn't want to seem overly fixated, so I rushed into the bathroom for an unplanned shower.
...I hope that didn't look too weird?
No idea.
I sighed inwardly, neatly folded my clothes and set them aside, then turned on the water.
This time, I didn't screw up like the amateurish mess last time.
Not that there's such a thing as a pro shower, but still.
With my eyes closed under the warm spray, a strange sensation crept in.
Hair clinging to my skin.
Water droplets sliding down my soft skin.
Things I normally ignored now felt intensely vivid, almost hypersensitive.
I'd heard closing your eyes sharpens other senses, but this was way too clear.
Was this what the book meant?
It was so subtle in daily life that it threw me off.
And what really flustered me was...
“Wh-what the?!”
I became acutely aware of the water hitting my chest—specifically, the peaks protruding from it.
Drip, drip-drop.
The stream hitting what I wasn't sure had always been like this sent a bizarre tingle rippling through my whole body.
My body shuddered involuntarily.
They say the human brain doesn't grasp negation well. Overthinking it seemed to focus my senses there even more, so I tried telling myself not to focus—and that just made it worse.
I flinched and trembled before regaining my wits and stepping back.
Opening my eyes helped a bit, but that odd sensation lingered on my chest.
This weird, lascivious feeling was unlike anything I'd experienced before.
Panting, I glanced in the mirror and saw a flushed girl staring back.
Her face reddened even more.
I thought she looked adorable and pretty, but sighed at how this girl obeyed my every thought.
Was even showering freely out of the question now?
Still, something nagged at me.
Even accounting for closed eyes heightening senses, this seemed excessive.
After agonizing, I swallowed hard and touched the perky, glistening pink tip of my breast.
A goosebump-inducing texture hit me, along with a rush of illicit pleasure.
“N-ngh...!”
Something had to be off.
...The saying that a woman's pleasure is a hundred times a man's flashed through my mind.
This could be dangerous.
Maybe because I used to be a guy, even minor stimulation hit hard.
Or perhaps it was the expanded senses from closing my eyes, plus the direct water stream.
All combining into... a coincidence.
...I needed to stop thinking. The more I pictured my nipples, the more sensitive they felt.
Telling myself to stop just kept bringing them to mind—a vicious cycle.
Ridiculous, I know, but that's how brains work. What can I do?
In a panic, I summoned Undine to sluice the moisture off my body.
Only then did I worry some strange entity might appear, but thankfully, it was just normal Undine.
But problems piled up like mountains beyond mountains.
Finally dressed and heading out of the changing room, the slightly rough fabric brushed against what I assumed were still erect tips.
“Ah...?”
It hadn't been like this when I woke up, so it had to be overthinking.
Gripping my clothes helped a little.
With a hot sigh, I stepped out—and Michelle was watching me with a peculiar expression.
...She didn't hear everything, did she?
“Something wrong? I heard your voice.”
“...N-no, nothing.”
An awkward air hung between us.
As I clutched my clothes and headed to the bed, Michelle stayed silent.
Once I settled on the bed, she asked cautiously,
“...Nothing unusual up till now?”
“Huh? Oh... yeah, nothing.”
Awkward. It wasn't like we hadn't talked recently, but there was a distance.
Thinking about it, we weren't exactly close to begin with.
...We'd just skipped a lot of steps because of what sprouted on her lower half.
I had a rough idea of who she was, but now I wondered if I really knew her at all.
Facing her in person, flesh to flesh, was worlds apart from text and images on a screen.
I couldn't guarantee she'd act as I expected.
...Especially after that grew on her.
The awkwardness urged me to say something.
We had to live together longer—who knew how much?—so getting along seemed wise.
But with no direct words from her before, I had no clue where to start.
The topic I picked was...
...In hindsight, utterly ridiculous.
“Uh... is that thing down there okay now?”
“...”
Oh.
Michelle's tail, which had been twitching at my question, froze. Only then did I realize I'd broached a weird subject.
But I had an excuse.
When recalling our most memorable encounter, how could that not come up first?
Expecting anger, I was surprised when she stretched her tail out and murmured softly,
“...Thanks to you, it's fine.”
“...R-really?”
“...Yes.”
Seemed my deft handiwork had satisfied her. Well, with my forearm muscles' full prowess on display, it was only natural.
As I smirked inwardly, Michelle continued,
“So, if Plumeria Teacher needs anything from me... just say the word. I'll help.”
“...Thank you.”
“...Right.”
With that slightly odd exchange, Michelle rose from the bed and headed out first.
Talking to her had eased my body's tension.
Soon, I donned my white gown and made for the infirmary.
I stopped by the vending area en route to pick up some snacks to stock there.
Not needing to venture outside was a huge plus.
...Sure, more variety out there, but leaving wasn't feasible anyway, so no regrets.
I arrived at the infirmary, aired it out, and set out the snacks.
By then, my condition felt back to normal, so I sighed in relief and took my seat.
Hoping for a quiet day, I opened the book to check for changes.
Lewdness+1
Spirit Affinity+1
...I chalked it up to the bathroom incident—unavoidable, I convinced myself.
But seriously, why did this stat rise so damn fast?
The others showed no sign of budging.
At least Spirit Affinity went up too—a silver lining.
Made sense; I'd pushed her to exhaustion yesterday.
...Both rising the same amount stung a bit, but I'd think positive.
What's with the question mark at the end, though?
This pseudo-status window was a joke—nothing worked right.
I shook my head, feeling stiff, and stretched.
A heaviness settled in my shoulders.
Feeling that weight made me anxious about the future.
Maybe I should do something.
Truth be told, I felt stuck.
Not only had new futanari cropped up where there weren't any, but even characters I knew acted unpredictably because of it.
If I'd been a student—at least without the futanari—I could've planned and moved accordingly.
Is that why people romanticize school days?
...Probably not.
Still, I had plenty of time.
No time skips, so it'd feel even longer.
Take it easy.
Rushing wouldn't help.
So, hoping for a truly uneventful day,
I began my routine.