Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Student Council President
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Freesia Academy's mornings were leisurely.
Most students lived in the dorms, so there was no need to rush. That was probably the biggest reason.
...Though it did make one think of the saying that those who are latest for promises are the ones living nearby. There were a few like that, but not many.
Probably.
Anyway.
Even among such people, there were always the diligent ones.
And the largest group among them were those who came out early in the morning to exercise diligently.
Tak, tak, tak.
The light footsteps of beautiful girls with neatly tied-up hair and sweat glistening on their skin echoed around.
Each one proudly displaying their toned bodies as they ran.
No matter how much people said the academy was a place for socializing, its core nature never changed.
They could be called the most serious students at the academy without exaggeration.
And among those who took it so seriously...
"Hek... hek..."
There was one girl—no, woman—who felt strangely out of place somehow.
It was Iris, who had come out to exercise before heading to work.
For her, this was the only spare time she had, so it was an unavoidable choice.
She often ended up exhausted by the end of the workday these days.
Even if she originally had a great physique.
Running with sandbags strapped to her chest was tough even with sheer willpower.
Wasn't coming out to exercise in the morning like this a testament to how strong her resolve was?
"Hek... khek..."
...Of course, there seemed to be a bit of a gap between ideal and reality, but what mattered was the effort, right?
Iris ran.
Every time she took a step, her freely bouncing breasts, which had swayed wildly before, now jiggled up and down with disciplined restraint, as if gripped firmly by something.
...Even if her underwear held them in place, their size didn't diminish.
The jiggling was inevitable. But Iris herself seemed satisfied.
'Should've worn this sooner. Much more comfortable.'
"Hek, hek..."
That didn't make her chin-high shortness of breath any easier, but at least her body was moving the way she wanted, so she was grateful for small mercies.
"Hoo..."
She spotted a bench and sat down, panting heavily.
Then she unzipped her workout clothes completely, venting the heat built up inside.
Iris hunched over, catching her breath, and mulled over yesterday's events.
Meeting Irene and Leona and coming back.
Then Michelle had brought a ton of cake for some reason...
'I must be crazy.'
Thinking about it made saliva pool in her mouth, so Iris shook her head vigorously and stood up.
She felt pathetic for not being able to refuse.
But how could she turn down someone buying it out of apology? How could she ignore it as amends for what she'd done?
...And.
Whether Michelle hadn't seen her disgrace in the infirmary or she'd cleaned up and fallen asleep, Iris didn't know.
She preferred to think the latter—that Michelle was being considerate and pretending not to notice.
...Acting normal after seeing her like that.
Michelle might be an even better person than I'd thought...
Ah, we've both shown each other our ugly sides now... So, it's even?
Iris cleared her throat to banish the pointless thoughts, smacked her lips, and stretched.
As her petite body twisted and turned, her disproportionately large breasts swayed this way and that.
The pooled sweat dripped down, drop by drop, forming a puddle that gave off a strange, alluring fragrance.
The students who had come out early to warm up turned their heads away from the sight, which felt oddly provocative for some reason.
It seemed like nothing special... yet it felt incredibly erotic.
Even though they were dressed similarly...
'Is this adult charm? But I'm...'
'Gulp.'
'Want to touch them...'
'They look heavy; maybe offer to hold them...'
Oblivious to what the students staring at her might be thinking, Iris laboriously waved a hand at their intent gazes.
They flinched.
After Iris left.
The students couldn't move for a while.
And soon, the destination of their quickened breaths...
Felt somehow predetermined.
...Why are there so many people today?
She'd gone to the infirmary feeling refreshed after her morning workout, but from the crack of dawn, an unusually high number of students had shown up.
Each one drenched in sweat, they complained of pain from 'that thing' that looked ready to burst at any moment.
Tall, sturdy girls surrounding her like this... was honestly a little scary.
They felt vaguely familiar, though...
"Ahk! Ehk! Uhii..."
"Ohok! Oguk! Ohok!?"
"Ah, haeut! Aang...!"
The vulgar voices echoing through the infirmary like a chorus quickly dispelled the thought.
...Better not to know.
That was probably best for those students too.
Grateful for the privacy screen in the infirmary.
She had Undine help satisfy their urges.
The simultaneous sounds—like squeezing out massive globs of toothpaste, maybe a liter's worth—were deafening.
This is driving me crazy for real.
And today was even stranger.
"T-Teacher? Could you hold my hand?"
"Teacher? Could you pet my head...? It'd feel nice."
Some students made odd requests.
They weren't hard, so she obliged...
But actually doing it felt weird.
Holding hands was one of the lewdest acts even in yuri, wasn't it?
Maybe she'd forgotten that.
Having her fingers tightly intertwined while being squeezed by a water onahole... well, it was quite stimulating.
Were slender fingers wedged between others always this erotic?
Petting seemed better, but the student who requested it let out lewd moans with every stroke, making her feel even stranger.
...She was a beastkin; maybe her head was an erogenous zone.
Anyway.
She figured with all the noise, Charlotte wouldn't show up.
"...Teacher, I'll clean this up."
"Ah... um, thanks."
Not only did she come to the infirmary, she didn't just sleep—she started helping.
...She didn't stay long, but the fact that she helped and left left a strange feeling.
She must have felt really bad about what happened over the weekend.
No need to worry that much, though.
Anyway, it was a busy day.
After calming the students' 'things' and giving them snacks, time flew by.
By afternoon, fewer students came, so with some free time, she was sipping tea when a knock sounded. She responded, and a woman with a distinctive silhouette entered.
A woman with ecstatic golden blonde hair that shimmered like a field of autumn wheat.
As if stirred by the wind, her soft locks fluttered like rippling fabric.
She seemed to carry a pleasant fragrance.
Her ears were pointed and large.
In other words... the race commonly called elves.
In the Freesia Chronicles, as far as she knew, there was only one elf.
Philia, the Student Council President.
Every time she approached, it felt like the grim reaper was drawing near.
And for good reason.
In the Freesia Chronicles where you played as a student, the Student Council President...
Symbolized game over.
Her visits usually meant your character was 'expelled.'
I think you can guess what expulsion means in a game of ha-ha-ho-ho academy life.
So... she didn't know much about her.
She wasn't uninterested in the being that caused game over upon meeting, but...
There were more intriguing things than that hassle.
"Plumeria Teacher... right?"
"Ah, yes."
Before she knew it, Philia was right in front of her, tilting her head.
Snapping to attention and responding, Philia asked with a worried look.
"Are you feeling unwell? Your complexion looks poor."
She couldn't say it was her fault, so she brushed it off vaguely. Philia nodded, thinking, 'She's the health teacher... she'll know what to do.'
...Times like this made being the health teacher convenient.
But why had she come?
She didn't look injured, so eyeing her lower body for the other reason students came...
Hm... looked flat.
Noticing the gaze, Philia covered her lower half with her hand and said,
"...It's not that."
"Ahaha... right. So, what brings you here?"
"...I've been remiss in introductions. I'm Philia, inadequately serving as Student Council President."
"Yes... I see."
She'd already guessed, so her reaction was lukewarm.
"Hm... you seem to know me?"
"Pardon?"
"I'm not pressing. If so, this will be easier."
"Easier how...?"
As expected, she had something to say.
...No way it's a dismissal notice?
Nah, expulsion was rare unless causing major trouble; what had she done to get fired?
Trembling inwardly like a squid drying in fear, she couldn't believe her ears.
"Pardon?"
"Well... you see... students' lower halves... sprouted... and instead of coming to the infirmary, they tried handling it themselves and had accidents."
What kind of accidents?
More importantly, wasn't coming to the infirmary 'common sense'?
"I didn't think much at first, but after these cases, I got worried and looked into it. And."
"And...?"
Philia sighed and said,
"There were no related rules at all. At this... time... they should have... made regulations if they knew about... this."
She seemed angry about the lack of rules, stuttering midway.
Iris swallowed a sigh of relief.
Seemed not her fault.
Instead... she pondered Philia's words.
Did that mean... lower halves sprouting wasn't 'common sense'? If it were, rules would naturally exist, like Philia said.
...Maybe Michelle was mistaken?
It felt off-kilter, confusing.
"Teacher?"
"Ah, yes."
"Even if you're tired, please focus. It's all for the students' safety and health."
"Yep..."
She wasn't particularly dutiful, but somehow felt solemn.
As she nodded, Philia continued.
"So... I'm planning to make new rules. I need your input for that, so I came."
"I see."
Figuring it'd be a long talk, she guided Philia to the table first.
...Time was perilously close to quitting time.
Darkness seemed to loom somehow.