Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Two People Full of Curiosity
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Michelle hopped over the window first and opened the infirmary door so Charlotte could come in.
She had to exit through the door anyway, and if she took Iris with her, someone needed to clean up afterward.
"Sniff sniff..."
As she unlocked the door, Michelle unwittingly sniffed the air.
It was because of the sweet, somehow lasciviously tickling scent irritating her nostrils. Charlotte, stepping inside through the open door, felt it too.
Her nose wasn't as sensitive as Michelle's, but the infirmary was so thick with that lewd aroma that she couldn't miss it.
Feeling her face heat up for some reason, Charlotte locked the door behind her.
If asked why, she wouldn't have an answer. She didn't know herself, but it just felt like the right thing to do.
Click.
Exchanging glances after the sound, the two headed toward the source of the scent.
The moonlit infirmary wasn't very bright, but they seemed to know exactly where their feet should take them.
Cautious footsteps.
The two stood before the bed in the deepest part of the infirmary.
They could feel a thick fragrance wafting from Beyond the Screen...
"Gulp."
Without deciding who went first, they both swallowed hard, locked eyes once more, and carefully pulled back the screen.
It felt like opening Pandora's box.
Unlike rough hands, the screen parted timidly, and the stagnant, thick scent poured out.
As the aroma leaked like from an opened box, the eyes of the two, cheeks already flushed, grew slightly hazy.
And in their eyes, like hope remaining after everything spilled from the box...
A familiar silhouette reflected.
"..."
"..."
No, could they really call this sight familiar?
What caught their eyes first was the drenched bedsheet.
From the traces presumed to be splattered by someone, the thick scent billowed strongly. Scattered atop it was something Michelle had never seen before.
"That’s..."
Unlike her, Charlotte recognized it as the magical device she’d made and flushed red.
'It can be used like that too...'
Amazed by an unimaginable use, Charlotte let out a sigh of admiration.
...Though her face soon turned beet red with embarrassment, no one could blame her.
Raising their gaze from the heavy stain, plain white panties-clad legs came into view.
The panties, hooked just below her knees and twisted every which way, were crumpled badly, their center stained dark like the bed.
Lowering their gaze again...
Iris’s lower body was exposed starkly, obscured only by the body of Charlotte’s massager.
"Hnnng..."
Staring blankly at it, the two snapped to attention at Iris’s voice.
Looking toward the sound, they saw Iris’s face—eyes still closed, lips mumbling.
She seemed deeply asleep, showing no signs of waking.
Iris’s sleeping face was flushed red.
She’d apparently had a good time with that bizarre tool and passed out cold.
The two wore expressions of not knowing how to process this.
But then.
"Ahh...?"
"Kuh..."
Suddenly, a now-familiar sensation and texture stirred in their lower bodies.
They didn’t need to look to know.
The ‘pillar’ that had started sprouting out of nowhere one day had grown stiff and erect. Even a child could guess why ‘it’ grew now.
'...Teacher Iris.'
'Plumeria Teacher...'
They didn’t know the exact reason, but it was because of the cluelessly sleeping Iris.
...Even if they didn’t know why, if she was the cause...
Wouldn’t it be right for her to take responsibility and help?
Michelle and Charlotte thought so as they unzipped and hiked up their skirts.
Their different eyes seemed to boil with the same emotion.
Soon, pillars rose tall, aimed at Iris like lances. Panting hot breaths, they dripped clear fluid every time they caught her scent.
Michelle approached without hesitation, tail straight out.
She didn’t know the root cause, but she knew the reason, so there was no need to hesitate.
...And having some similar experience made her take it a bit more lightly.
In contrast, though Charlotte had exposed her pillar, she couldn’t approach as easily as she’d thought.
It felt like doing something awful to the sleeping Iris.
While she hesitated, her pillar grew even harder.
Michelle had already climbed onto the bed. Her movements were like a wolf approaching fallen prey—no hesitation.
"Ahh...!"
Climbing on made her feel dizzy, as if all her blood rushed to her lower body.
Her ears atop her head flapped, and the tail on her butt shook rapidly, like her heartbeat.
She cast a shadow over Iris and paused.
The good scent rising from below was one thing.
'Now... what do I do?'
Like last time, with her... mouth?
Gazing at Iris’s face, Michelle drooled over her soft, white skin.
Squelch.
She shuddered at the wet touch against her pillar.
Their bodies had pressed close before she knew it.
Michelle felt her pillar touch Iris’s slit.
Realizing it, she panicked at the boiling instinctual urge.
She’d felt it vaguely before, but never this intensely.
She removed the obstacle—the massager—carefully, since it was Iris’s.
Michelle pressed her swollen pillar against Iris’s slit.
The panties kept her thighs from parting easily, but soon they dangled from Michelle’s tail like a flag.
Then, an inexplicable urge surged again.
Twitching her hips as she savored it, Michelle realized it resembled the heat she’d felt during estrus—something she’d brushed off.
But it was slightly different.
Similar, yet different desire.
Ah, whatever.
Michelle was at her limit. She wanted to quench the desire filling her head.
Her pillar, hard to the max, even hurt.
Anything would do.
Now.
Panting roughly, she gripped her sword-hilt-hard pillar.
And fumbled to insert it into the small hole.
Squelch.
It wasn’t as easy as she’d thought.
The soaked hole kept deflecting the pillar, and with poor visibility, aiming was tough.
Knowing she had one too didn’t help much.
"Heek... Hek."
Tongue lolling as she panted, Michelle...
Squelch...
Felt the tip force something open and trembled violently.
Just the tip in.
But it brought more pleasure than anything before.
The tight inner flesh clung flawlessly to her swollen tip, fawning like it awaited her pillar.
Why hadn’t Plumeria Teacher taught her this...?
Michelle thrust her hips deep.
"Krrgh...!"
"Nnng..."
As hot flesh parted and delved deep, the flesh clinging to the tip wrapped the whole shaft.
The sensation of it squeezing like a living thing made Michelle’s hips quiver as drool poured.
Inhaling deeply brought Iris’s scent, intensifying the pleasure.
She gazed at Iris’s face, hips pressed tight to hers.
Her body had shuddered when she thrust in—had she woken?
...But like when shoved down her throat, she didn’t.
Iris slept on, face prim like something displeased her.
Yet her cheeks were so red, she seemed embarrassed.
Is Teacher... happy too?
I hope so...
Michelle dazedly thought as she pulled back.
Squelch.
Withdrawal was rough.
Ridged flesh caught on the swollen head, tick, tick, reluctant to let go, gripping tight!
Failing to pull out fully, she...
Thrust in again.
Slap!
Firm and soft flesh collided with a lewd sound.
Realizing the back-and-forth pleasure, Michelle went wild: Slap! Slap slap! Slap!
She pistoned frantically at Iris.
Spotting Iris’s eyes half-open, Michelle startled briefly.
But hearing her groggy mumble, still asleep, she resumed.
She didn’t know exactly what this was.
But Iris made her this way.
...And it felt good.
So it’s fine, she repeated to herself.
Splash! Splash!
She pounded away.
Trivial questions like where she’d first heard about the ‘pillar’ had already flown from her mind.
And one person watching from the side.
Charlotte bowed her head, trembling at the scene before her.
For some reason, it felt like she shouldn’t watch.
It resembled adults making a child, but somehow different from what she knew.
Yet...
...She couldn’t look away.
Michelle, larger than Iris, moved with all her might—would Iris’s frail body break?
"Eut..."
Watching made her already hard pillar harden more. No, it did.
The bed, filled with Iris’s scent, now mixed with Michelle’s, creating a fog so thick breathing was hard.
'Me too...'
I want to try.
Restless with the thought, something flew at Charlotte’s face.
"Eh."
Flailing in surprise, she realized it was Iris’s panties, snagged on Michelle’s wildly shaking tail and flung off.
"...Gulp."
Charlotte unwittingly sniffed it.
Denser than the surrounding air, Iris’s thick scent tickled her nose.
Her pillar responded, dripping saliva.
If I’d known, I would’ve... done it first.
Not knowing exactly what they were doing, Charlotte felt oddly wronged that she should have.
"Sniff sniff..."
Sniffing the panties, Charlotte’s eyes grew hazy.
With a dazed face, she watched Michelle thrust.
Her turn after Michelle ends.
...She had to watch closely.
Slap! Slap slap! Splash!
Sniff sniff.
Sounds dizzying even to hear filled the infirmary.
What happened there...
...Excluding the clueless, panting Iris asleep.
Was an act no one else knew.
Strangely enough.