Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: This Counts as Work
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"N-No, that's not allowed."
Philia shook her head, her face flushed bright red. You could feel her determination—she'd rather die than let you see her like that.
It really was superhuman willpower.
To stick to her principles even with that thing standing at full attention, rigid enough to call it a club without exaggeration.
That's what it takes to be Student Council President, I thought.
But then the question bubbled up: So you're telling me to touch it?
Not that I hadn't touched one before, but I'd left it entirely to Undine this time...
Scraaaape!
In the meantime, the pillar had grown even stiffer and shoved the table in front of Philia aside.
The scraping noise echoed loudly as the table dragged across the floor, and she let out a breath with a strange expression on her face.
Seizing the moment, I showed her the floating water onahole, but Philia just weakly shook her head again.
...It was obvious she'd writhe around like the others if I forced it in, but somehow, that felt like it would ruin our relationship beyond repair.
This was like... trying to feed meat to a vegan, right?
She might get through it now, but her favorability toward me would tank hard.
I had no idea how long I'd be stuck at the academy, so that didn't seem like a great idea.
Chewing over our earlier conversation, I'd just realized how much real authority the Student Council President actually had.
There was a Student Council, so she probably didn't call all the shots alone...
Still, no point in making an enemy of her.
...She wouldn't call me out openly over something like this, but it'd breed personal resentment, right?
At least she hadn't come to a steakhouse demanding vegan food, so I had to cut her some slack.
This wasn't me bowing to absolute power or anything.
Swallowing a sigh, I sent Undine away, and Philia's expression softened a bit.
It wasn't super obvious with that drooling, panting thing there, but I'd been watching closely enough to notice.
...She's really serious about this.
After sending Undine back, I turned my gaze downward.
There it was, greeting me—a pillar topped modestly with her skirt.
The other students' were big, sure, but Philia's was on another level, way outside standard specs.
Could a person even take something like this?
...Maybe because I'm not human?
Shaking off the stray thought, I extended a hand to Philia and said,
"It might be dangerous here, so... let's move to the bed over there for now."
"U-Unh... Okay."
She took my hand softly and stood. I could feel her grip tightening, like she was putting strength into it.
As Philia rose, a wave of scorching heat washed over me.
Her scent—like sunshine, from what I guessed—and something oddly arousing mixed in.
Human skin shouldn't radiate heat like this, I thought.
Soft breasts and a rock-hard pillar.
Please, just one or the other, I muttered inwardly as I sat her on the bed and locked the infirmary door.
...Part of me didn't want to get caught doing this barehanded, and since it was past quitting time, locking up made sense anyway.
Feeling the shadow of the Student Council, I returned to the bed. Philia lay there, her hips twitching faintly.
Every twitch sent the towering pillar swaying wildly atop her waist.
And that explained it.
Transparent, sticky fluid splattered everywhere from the tip.
Inside the screen... it was humid as hell.
Hard to even breathe.
Like a beast marking its territory.
Maybe when I said no spirits, Philia let go of her mental hold.
Otherwise, this vulgar display didn't make sense.
Just moments ago, she'd been all prim and proper, worrying about a student with that intellectual, warm face. Now saliva dripped from her mouth as she let out lewd moans.
The modest, composed posture was gone—she sprawled like a frog on the bed, bucking her hips wildly.
If she'd known about male masturbation, those elegant hands might be stroking that monstrous thing right now.
Ignorance of it meant she got off on shaking her hips and swinging the pillar around.
Hence this... vulgar space and sight.
Watching it stirred something weird in me.
It should have been gross, something I'd hate.
...Dunno, just felt off.
Maybe her sunshine scent filling the air.
A yuri game's female character would be sensitive to that, right?
Or maybe relief at seeing the game-over culprit making a fool of herself.
Nah, probably not.
Stripping away other feelings, it just hurt to watch.
Anyway.
Worried she'd pick up bad habits like this, I drew the screen and approached her.
The closer I got, the more damp, sweltering heat enveloped me.
Felt like a sauna.
I didn't want to think about the heat's source.
"Eek!?"
I dodged as Philia bucked her hips, swinging the pillar.
My heart pounded.
Wouldn't that knock me out?
...Brutal.
A warm, sticky sensation on my head—I ignored it.
Reaching her side, I tapped her shoulder. Her hazy green eyes turned to me.
Only then did she seem to realize her state; shame welled up in those unfocused pupils.
"Urgh... Ngh..."
"...That's why I said take the help earlier."
"B-But... even so... that..."
"I get your resolve, President."
I sighed and continued carefully.
"We're starting now... so, uh, try not to move too much. One wrong twitch and it'll really..."
...knock me out.
Misinterpreting, Philia clamped her saliva-soaked mouth shut and gripped the sheets tight.
...Feels like I'm performing surgery.
I respected her will, but it wouldn't cover those wild legs, so I climbed onto the bed.
"T-Teach...?"
"...Just fixing your legs in place, no misunderstandings."
"O-Okay..."
As she mumbled dazedly, I gathered her thighs and sat on them.
Her springy thighs felt good against my butt.
Honestly, nice.
No, focus.
Right away, I reached for the steaming pillar.
...Isn't this way too big?
Anyway, as I moved to stroke it—
"Ngh!? I-It hurts!"
Her body jerked hard. My body atop her thighs wobbled unstably.
Grabbing the pillar for balance, I checked it out—unwillingly.
The tip was dry as a desert.
Probably from flinging it around earlier, splattering everything.
...Already sensitive, and now no natural lube—'course it hurt.
I shuddered in sympathy, about to call Undine, then froze.
Did "no spirits" include this?
What now?
Not much dilemma.
...She said no spirits, so she'd have to deal.
Swallowing a sigh, I worked up saliva in my mouth.
And onto her desert-dry tip... the glans.
"Pthh..."
"W-What are you...!?"
She caught sight somehow and sounded flustered.
I confirmed her glans coated in clear saliva and replied,
"...You said no spirits, so no choice. You prepared for this, right?"
"N-No, I mean... yeah... Understood. You're doing what you need to as the expert... right? Sorry. You're the professional."
Don't make me sound like a perv...
"N-Not a pro! Just... using data from other students to find the most efficient way right now!"
"I... see."
...She seemed a bit excited.
Anyway, lube applied—her climax couldn't be far.
I steeled myself, gripped firm, and said,
"Starting again. Tell me if it hurts."
"Got... it."
Way too big to stroke fully. She'd finish before I tired out?
So, focus on the lubed-up tip.
Even that needed both hands wrapped around.
Squelch, squelch!
"Nnh!"
Stimulating the sticky glans made her body buck.
Mine atop her thighs bucked too.
...Working? She was gripping the sheets desperately, whole body tense.
Wanting it over quick, I worked my hands furiously.
My breath grew ragged around then—
Philia spoke in a weepy voice.
"T-Teach...?"
"Hah, huff... What?"
Super embarrassed, she turned her head aside.
"S-Something hard and cold keeps... bumping my skin..."
What? I glanced down—my gym clothes-clad breasts were pressing against her pillar.
The half-zipped top must've snagged it.
Recalling that sensation on my zipper, I shivered and unzipped fully.
"S-Sorry. Didn't notice."
"N-No... something soft touching it... feels better..."
...Breasts, huh.
Makes sense—yuri stuff I'd seen, girls loved boobs too.
Jealous. Never felt it myself.
Channeling pointless envy, I kept stroking.
Her bucks made the bed creak. Mine shook too, and now I felt the pillar's texture clearly against my breasts.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
I tried ignoring it, hands flying.
Throb.
Sudden pulse in my breasts.
What—
Hot, sticky rush in my palms.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
Pure white, sticky stuff sprayed everywhere.
"Ah... ahh... aah..."
Philia shuddered, tongue lolling as she moaned.
Instinctively blocked the spurting hole, but she writhed in pain, and it just sprayed harder.
Wanted off quick, but...
...Her crazy hip-thrusts would bat me with the club.
Shuddering pillar gripped tight.
Splatter!
I took the pouring semen on my body.
Huge size, huge load.
...She'll let me use Undine for cleanup, right?
Oh, gloves... forgot.
"Hah... hah... ngh..."
Eyes squeezed shut, I felt the pillar slip from my hand and heard Philia's clear breaths—opened my eyes.
Philia, covered in white globs, clutched her face with both hands.
Hidden behind pale fingers, but... probably shame, given her personality.
Yeah?
Leave her, she'd bolt out like that—I hurried to call Undine, cleaning us both.
As Philia composed herself and rose, I got off her.
She eyed her clean body, sighed, approached, and bowed.
"Sorry... didn't know it'd be this hard..."
"...It happens."
Even a lofty president couldn't withstand that pleasure, apparently.
Honestly, she did great.
Compared to other students' vulgar moans.
She stared like she had more to say, then turned to leave.
Her cleaned body smelled of sunshine again.
...Felt a bit lewder now.
As she unlocked the door and stepped out, Philia glanced back timidly.
"...Just don't use it in front of me."
"Huh?"
"The spirit. Anyway... I'll go."
I stared blankly at where she'd left, then chuckled.
Deep down, I'd feared a total ban—turns out she's more flexible than I thought.
The liquid was gone, but the scent lingered, so I opened the window to air it out.
Sitting in the chair, waiting for the thick smell to fade...
...Felt kinda weird.
My eyes kept drifting to the massager on the desk.