Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Charlotte is Still a Baby!
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Charlotte is still a baby!
Whether it was granting my wish or not, today was unusually quiet.
I'd vaguely heard that saying something like that out loud would jinx it the opposite way, so I wisely kept my mouth shut.
Having those thoughts made me feel a bit off somehow.
Like I was taking it for granted that I was just sitting here.
Suddenly feeling glum for no reason, I got up from my seat and headed to the empty space.
With nothing pressing to do, I figured I'd do some light exercise.
I took off the robe I was wearing and left it on the desk, then started loosening up my body.
I slowly rotated my neck, shook out my wrists, and circled my legs.
My flexible body moved nicely.
It was a small blessing amid the misfortune, I suppose.
I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, inhaled deeply, and slowly lowered my body.
Thanks to the weights hanging from my chest, keeping my balance was a bit tricky, but once I thought of it as my body and adjusted, I managed the squats decently enough.
"Hoo..."
After a few rounds, sweat started dripping down my whole body. I thought, What, after that little bit? But I'd already expected as much, so I just let it be.
Exercise requires good self-awareness, after all. Without it, you overdo it and end up injured.
Which brings me to my point.
I had to accept that this body of mine now had ridiculously huge breasts, pathetically low stamina, and was all soft and squishy.
I didn't want to believe it, but what could I do about reality?
Denying it wouldn't change a thing.
Honestly, I regretted it a little.
If I'd known it'd turn out like this, I would've paid more attention during character creation. Well, actually, I did. I packed it full of my tastes.
Self-inflicted, you say? Would I have known it'd end up like this? If I had, I'd have made the breasts smaller for easier movement and the body slimmer.
Why not just make a guy character?
Are you insane?
A guy crashing a yuri story is an absolute, absolute no-go, even over my dead body.
...I probably couldn't have made one anyway, but whatever.
Even if I'd known, I'd have made a girl character, so it was a pointless what-if.
Anyway, lost in those silly thoughts while exercising...
"Teacher?"
Charlotte's voice rang out. Somehow she'd come in without me noticing and was staring at me working out.
"...When did you get here?"
"Just a bit ago. You seemed focused, so I was waiting..."
"Ah... I see."
Focused, my ass.
I was just too wiped to hear anything.
Then Charlotte asked if I was done, and when I nodded, she handed me a handkerchief.
I could've called Undine and had this sweat gone in a flash, but after Charlotte offered hers, summoning Undine would've been awkward as hell.
It wasn't like I particularly wanted to use Charlotte's handkerchief.
As I wiped my face with it, Charlotte spoke up with a face full of curiosity.
"You use the thing I gave you to loosen up after exercising, right? I-I heard that you have to do it right away so it doesn't hurt later..."
"...Who told you that?"
"I d-didn't hear it from anyone... I just overheard it passing by."
Charlotte fidgeted with her fingers as she said that.
...You think seeing that means I won't use your massager?
I casually pulled the massager out from my robe pocket.
Seeing it, Charlotte must've thought I treasured it dearly, because her eyes sparkled as she watched.
I'd forgotten about it...
...This bitter truth was still too much for Charlotte.
Just like how becoming an adult doesn't instantly change your tastes.
Anyway.
For Charlotte, who wanted to see me use the massager, I flicked the switch.
Vrrrrm!
"Gulp."
Watching it vibrate brought back this morning's events.
Then this dumb brain of mine started filling up with thoughts of my breasts and that protruding nub.
The strange sensation from the water droplets brushing my sensitive spots floated through my mind.
Soon it shifted to wondering what it'd feel like if I pressed this thing against it.
The flow of consciousness is a scary thing.
I'm going nuts here. Please stop thinking about it—I don't want to! Yelling that didn't help; my mind kept zeroing in on my chest.
Vrrrrm!
Okay, sure, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious, but not right now...
It felt like my tight gym clothes were brushing the tip, so I unzipped a little.
Then I pressed the massager to my thighs, which I'd just worked hard.
Bzzzzt!
"Mm..."
Not just my thighs—my whole body shuddered. But pressing it there dispersed the thoughts fixated on my nipples.
Finally, my mind evicted the breasts, letting thighs and muscles claim more territory.
As I diligently worked on loosening the muscles from my workout—though it looked more like fat—
"Eek..."
Charlotte let out a troubled moan.
Wondering what was up, I shifted my gaze from my thighs and saw her, face flushed red, covering her lower body.
...Why was she doing that now?
Charlotte Sinsberia stood in front of the infirmary door, catching her breath for a moment. She was worried opening it would lead to yesterday's fiasco again.
Once her breathing steadied, she cautiously cracked the door open, ready to slam it shut at any sign.
But through the gap, an unexpected scene unfolded.
"Uh... Ahh...!"
Iris was exercising hard.
'...She does this normally too, huh.'
Charlotte watched carefully.
As Iris quickly lowered her body, the breasts wrapped in her gym clothes jiggled massively. And the same when she came up.
Those up-and-down bounces were... incredibly free-spirited.
Staring blankly, Charlotte shook her head vigorously.
It should be nothing special, so why did her eyes keep drifting there?
Like the jiggling breasts had her hypnotized.
Snapping out of it, Charlotte slipped into the infirmary and watched from afar so as not to disturb Iris.
"Hah... Haah..."
There was a faint, odd fragrance in the air.
As Iris panted and sweat dripped steadily to the floor...
Charlotte pulled herself together, approached, and handed over the handkerchief.
...While also bringing up what she'd overheard while looking for another place to use since the infirmary was off-limits.
And she wanted to see Iris using the thing she'd made firsthand.
That way she could spot improvements, and above all, she wanted to see Iris happy with it.
Their first meeting hadn't been all that pleasant, truth be told...
Still, Charlotte wanted to see the woman who'd welcomed her so readily smile, so she suggested using the massager, pouring her feelings into it.
Up to that point, no problem.
It was just common sense, returning kindness for kindness.
Zip.
At Charlotte's request, Iris fetched the massager and suddenly flushed red. Then she unzipped her gym clothes.
'Must be hot.'
Charlotte, watching her, didn't think much of it at first, but having seen that heavy jiggling earlier, her eyes flicked down anyway.
Huh?
Something was off.
Iris wore a pure white tee under her gym clothes, soaked with sweat and translucent enough to reveal her skin underneath.
With such large breasts, the taut fabric seemed to have lost all function.
And...
'...No bra?'
Something poked prominently through the stretched cloth, making its presence blatant.
No matter that they were both girls, it was a bit... provocative.
Her question of why Iris wasn't wearing underwear was drowned out by the massager's vrrrrm!
Soon, Iris pressed it to her thigh—not that it trembled; her whole body did.
As Iris moved, the pocket-like bulge at her chest shifted shapes every which way, jiggling wildly.
That dynamic motion confirmed she wore no bra.
"Mmm..."
With that certainty came a strangely lewd voice and a sweet body scent wafting up.
Charlotte stared blankly at Iris.
The thought that it was another girl's body took a backseat to the weird, titillating feeling. And as if reacting to that...
'...Huh.'
Charlotte felt a hardness in her lower body. The small thing stiffened, soon swelling hugely and stretching her cute panties.
'Ugh...'
Instinctively, she pulled her hips back and pressed down with her pale hand, but it wasn't enough.
The massive pillar had already slipped free from her panties, shuddering in the cool air.
All that covered it was her skirt and hand.
The hidden shaft burned hot beneath the fabric.
As her body quivered from the fabric brushing the tip, Charlotte realized she couldn't hear the massager anymore and looked up.
There was Iris, staring right at her.
T-Teach, th-that is..."
Why did this keep happening?
Never alone.
Fine with her quiet roommate.
Why only... in front of Teacher Iris...
Charlotte felt pathetic and depressed about herself.
Not knowing why made it worse.
Might as well be easier than crafting tricky magic tools.
Seeing her face mix guilt and gloom, the flustered Iris approached cautiously.
"L-Like I said last time, it's not bad or anything... Um... You don't have to make that face."
"...R-Right."
Sniffling lightly, Charlotte unwittingly hugged into Iris's chest. She wasn't close with her roommate, but she always needed this gentle embrace.
She'd just become an adult and entered the academy, but calling her one was a stretch.
That's why she liked Iris, who reached out first with kindness.
Feeling Iris's warm body heat and the soft give through her clothes, Charlotte regained her calm.
...Separate from her, the pillar standing tall below grew even harder against Iris, throbbing.
Iris, unable to push Charlotte away, flustered amid the firm pressure grinding into her body.
"Teacher..."
"Ch-Charlotte?"
Charlotte rubbed her face against Iris's breasts.
And twitched her hips.
Her voice was hazy, like she was drunk on something.