Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: A New Attempt...?
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“Hng….”
My body shuddered.
It was because of a pleasure far more direct than what I'd felt that morning.
Charlotte clung to my chest like a little child, and every time her soft face shifted, my breasts—barely covered by thin fabric—were squished and jostled every which way.
A strange, indecent pleasure welled up from my unprotected breasts.
Squeeze, squish.
Charlotte's body pressed directly—sometimes indirectly—against the sensitive spots on my breasts... squish, squeeze.
My mind was so focused that my body had grown hypersensitive, sending me more pleasure than I could handle.
“Ahh….”
As my thoughts grew hazy from Charlotte's fragrant scent, her body heat, and the pressure on my chest, something snapped me back to reality.
A hot, rigid sensation pressing into my stomach and thighs.
Only then did I realize it had sprung up with Charlotte again.
This wasn't the time to get all giddy about being hugged by a favorite character.
My overly sensitive body must have driven me out of my mind.
In my current state, I was like a man crashing a yuri scene.
“Ch-Charlotte, student, w-wait just a sec.”
“Teacher…?”
I had to pull away.
To dodge that searing pillar and escape this guilty mess. Both were the absolute worst-case scenarios in my book.
But I'd overlooked one crucial detail.
The fact that she'd just been through some intense “exercise.”
And that my own body was pathetically frail.
The strange pleasure from all that pressure had my body collapsing to the floor the moment Charlotte heard my voice, hesitated, and eased up.
If it'd just been a simple sit-down, there wouldn't have been any issue.
I could've separated from Charlotte, called Undine, and calmed her pillar down with the usual water onahole treatment...
But as my body slumped, that hot, hard pillar pressing against my abdomen slid upward along my skin.
Thanks to the fabric covering my chest, Charlotte's pillar dove straight between my gathered breasts.
Without the clothes, it would've sliced right up to my face like a water blade.
Instead, it ended up wedged tight between my breasts.
The “inserted” pillar between my tits was scorching hot. Its throbbing pulses felt just like a heartbeat.
Unlike the shaft buried deep, the tip bulged out, straining as if it might burst through the fabric at any second.
Hot breath and a bizarre, musky scent seeped through the cloth.
Frozen in shock at this sudden turn, Charlotte's voice jolted me back.
“T-Teacher? I-Is this a n-new... method…?”
Her cheeks were flushed bright red as she stared at me.
She panted with excitement, her eyes sparkling innocently.
No hint on her face that my weak-ass body had just given out.
...My legs had just buckled, that's all.
But admitting that right here would've been...
Mortifying.
Especially after pretending to work out so hard and even getting a massager out of it.
My macho male ego flat-out refused.
In that split second, feeling the heat radiating from my chest, I wrestled with it.
...And my bloated macho pride decided not to lose face.
It's not like it's actual insertion. Not like I'm sucking it.
Should be fine.
I forced the words out without even licking my lips.
“Y-Yeah, that's right.”
Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she gazed at me. My heart twinged sharply while she spoke.
“Th-Then... what do I do now?”
The innocent, childlike clinging from moments ago was gone.
Curiosity had clearly taken over.
I glanced away and cupped my breasts.
“...I'll hold them in place, so you move your hips, Charlotte.”
I'd committed to the lie, but that was as far as I could go. Me shaking my own tits? Yeah, no.
“Th-That's... how it works, huh.”
Only then did the shyness rush back in, and she mumbled awkwardly.
It would've been perfect if she'd backed off out of embarrassment right there.
But instead, she silently began rocking her hips slowly.
...I sure as hell couldn't call it a mistake now.
So I quietly pressed my breasts together.
Schlick... schlick...
I worried it might hurt her, but sticky fluid already oozing from the tip served as perfect lube.
“Haa... Ahh... Hngg...!”
Charlotte shook her hips with a blissed-out look on her face.
If it weren't jammed between my breasts, this might've actually been nice.
Whatever.
I'd chosen this path, so I'd suck it up in stoic silence.
That's what a real man does, right?
Squish, squish.
The lewd sound of something sticky and rigid gliding over skin rang out loudly.
With every thrust of her hips, the hot pillar shoved my breasts back and forth.
Honestly, I'd never tried this before, so part of me was curious how it'd feel—but no way was I saying that out loud.
...That wasn't the only reason I kept my mouth shut, though.
Every time she slammed forward, the tip stabbed at the fabric like it was trying to punch through.
It vanished and reappeared, spurting globs of clear, sticky heat each time.
She was thrusting so hard that the fabric around the tip had already stretched loose.
...Guess this outfit's done for.
I could clean it spotless, but no way I'd wear something this baggy.
I tried letting her go at it solo and averting my eyes.
But my denial-blind brain ignored that and zeroed in every sense on it.
Squelch!
Like popping a water balloon, the shaft surged forward, bulging the fabric at the final barrier.
Hot breath and that musky scent tickled my nose up close.
...The “manly scent” guys talk about isn't exactly flattering.
Squid funk or rancid night-bloom stench...
But does it smell different when it's on a cute girl?
For some reason... it was nothing like what I knew.
Couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but one thing was clear.
...Not as gross as I'd imagined.
Not great, either... just neutral.
Schluuurp!
Meanwhile, the shaft that'd strained to burst through pulled back with a sticky slurp.
The mushroom head, which hadn't caught on the way in, now crushed against my breasts.
“Hek…!”
Whatever it was, Charlotte gritted her teeth in pleasure, drool leaking between them.
And then it repeated.
Since it wasn't hitting any super-sensitive spots, I didn't get that intense pleasure rush from before.
But the sheer presence sliding between my breasts? Impossible to ignore.
I'd seen it with Undine before, but feeling it directly like this made the size hit home.
...Why's it gotta be so huge?
Thinking about it, yeah, this thing's gotta be a hassle.
Having to live with something like that every day... kinda pitiful, honestly.
...I got why the infirmary existed on a rational level. If the Frigia Electric world I'd entered included “futanari mode” as standard... it'd be normal.
Michelle's words made that clear.
But understanding something in your head doesn't mean your heart buys it.
Like knowing you have to enlist in the army—head gets it, feelings don't.
...Sure, some guys get all hyped for it, but I wasn't one of them.
“T-Tea-cher... I-It's gonna... come out again...”
“...Y-Yeah.”
While I desperately tried to think of other things.
Charlotte mumbled it with glazed-over eyes.
Poor Undine’s gonna have her work cut out for her.
That thought got cut short by—
“I-It’s... coming... Ahh, ah... Eek...!”
Gurgle, gurgle.
The sound of the bulging shaft spewing thick, hot ropes hit my ears.
With the fabric barrier holding, I'd let my guard down and drifted to other thoughts.
“Eut!?”
Then hot stuff started splattering down.
Charlotte's white emission pierced the fabric and sprayed across my face.
She clutched my shoulders, trembling hard—I couldn't dodge, taking the splurts full to the face.
“Cha- Cha— Mmph, cough!”
I'd opened my mouth to shout urgently, and sticky heat flooded in.
I clamped shut to block more.
But what was already inside? No spitting that out.
The musky scent that'd wafted indirectly now scratched directly at my nostrils.
I tried keeping my tongue away to avoid the taste... but it didn't help much.
Soon enough, Charlotte finished with a steamy sigh and pulled back.
Confirming that, I hurriedly opened up and spat out what was in my mouth.
“Bleghhh….”
Mixed with saliva, it'd lost some stickiness but was still viscous.
As it dripped plop, plop to the floor, a startled Charlotte asked me.
“T-Teacher!? A-Are you okay!?”
“Kehk… Um, ah... Yeah, I'm fine... Don't worry.”
I wasn't fine at all, but macho pride demanded I play it cool.
No need to check a mirror—I could tell my face, hair, and clothes were absolutely coated.
...Undine really is priceless to me. Realized that all over again.
Listening to Charlotte's frantic voice, I summoned Undine to gather up the mess on my body.
My mouth felt all gunky too, so I asked her to clean that.
First time having Undine clean my mouth... felt kinda weird.
Did she really need to come inside for that...?
Whatever, I was spotless now.
With Undine's help, I was fresh and dry in no time. Probably why I could stay calm—knowing she had my back.
Like having a cleanup crew on speed dial?
...Weird analogy, but yeah.
Could I really navigate this brutal game if a little splash had me this rattled?
Case in point—right now.
Charlotte, the one who'd done the spraying, was shivering way harder than me, the one who'd gotten hosed.
“Teacher… you're really, really okay, right…?”
“...Yeah. Totally.”
She fussed about compensating me for the stretched-out clothes.
...As the school nurse, was it cool taking money from a student like that? I mulled it over, then said sure.
Not in a position to be picky, and she wasn't some kid—she was an adult.
Probably had more cash than me anyway.
She'd clearly expected me to refuse, so her face lit up.
...Worried she had me on too high a pedestal, but it seemed like a good misunderstanding, so I let it slide.
“Th-Then... how about we go shopping together this weekend?”
“Mm… Sounds good. I've been wanting to get out anyway.”
“Got it…!”
Charlotte said she was heading out and opened the infirmary door.
Right after, a scream rang out.
“Kyaa!?”
“What happened?”
“Ah, n-nothing! J-Just a bug startled me… yeah.”
“You sure? You're not hurt?”
“No….”
She seemed fine, so I headed back to my seat and sank into the chair.
...I'd smiled and told Charlotte I was okay.
But I still felt kinda off.
Before I could sink into my thoughts, though.
Someone knocked on the infirmary door.
I hastily threw on my gown and told them to come in.