Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Teacher's Weekend
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I snapped out of it after staring at Michelle's firm abs.
No, it couldn't be helped. I'd previously admitted that I liked yuri because I enjoyed seeing two beautiful girls together.
So it was only natural to be captivated by the scene unfolding before me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have liked it in the first place.
Especially since her body, honed by training and exercise, held my gaze for entirely different reasons.
Anyway.
Just before Michelle could slip off the pants hanging on her hips, I came to my senses and hurriedly spoke up.
It was because the love triangle in my heart had started spinning furiously.
"W-Wait a second!"
"…?"
Michelle looked at me with a face that said she just wanted to rest quickly, so why was I interrupting.
"Why are you suddenly taking your clothes off?"
"Hm… Because my body's soaked in sweat?"
Well… yeah. If you're drenched in sweat, it's common sense to strip and wash up.
But somehow, that made me feel like an idiot. Sure enough, Michelle was looking at me with a faintly pitiful expression.
"N-No, that's not it! There's someone else here—don't you think you should be more careful about stripping like that?"
"Ah."
Only then did she seem to realize her mistake, blinking slightly before replying.
"We're both girls anyway, so it shouldn't matter, right?"
"I'm a m—"
"Man?"
Her low voice made my mouth snap shut before I could say I was a guy. I'd lowered my gaze to avoid looking at her body, only to spot the swell of her breasts.
…Seeing that, what was the point of insisting I was a man? And even if she believed me, wouldn't that be a problem?
'Wouldn't she slice me with her sword?'
While I hesitated, Michelle seemed to be waiting for my answer, so I mumbled cautiously. A lame excuse slipped out.
"Uh, we're still kinda like strangers, so shouldn't we be careful around each other…?"
Michelle let out a strange chuckle, gathered her clothes, and headed to the bathroom inside while saying,
"Sure, I'll do that."
"Y-Yes. Thank you."
"…Not really something to thank me for."
With that, Michelle disappeared into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water followed, and I finally let out a sigh of relief.
As the tension eased, an intense wave of fatigue crashed over me.
Thinking back on everything that had happened today, it made perfect sense.
I'd been royally backstabbed in the game, then suddenly got pulled into the game world.
Got dragged by the wrist to the entrance ceremony, then struggled to understand my situation.
And finally, after coming back empty-handed, I met my roommate who started stripping out of nowhere.
…Honestly, that last part was nice for me, but it still pricked at my conscience a bit.
I sat on the bed with a sigh, feeling my body sink into its soft embrace.
As I lay down, listening to the faint sound of water near my ear, sleepiness washed over me in an instant.
'I still have so much to think about….'
Where had my body gone—the one that never tired even after all-night gaming sessions? Why was I stuck in this fragile one?
Then I glanced toward the bathroom, where the sound of water was still coming from.
…I handled that okay, right?
Grumbling inwardly, drowsiness overwhelmed me, pressing down on my eyelids.
Unable to resist any longer, I plunged into deep darkness.
Hoping that when I woke, this dream-like ordeal would be over.
"Hm."
Michelle, washing her heated body, recalled her conversation with her roommate from moments ago and made a strange face.
'Uh, we're still kinda like strangers, so shouldn't we be careful around each other…?'
What an odd thing to say.
It almost sounded like we wouldn't be strangers anymore going forward.
Of course, since she'd suggested we get closer during the day for work reasons, it might just be a response to that.
Friends aren't strangers, and beyond that isn't either.
Whatever.
'Got a weird roommate.'
After finishing her shower, Michelle dried off, threw on some clothes haphazardly, and stepped out.
Her eyes fell on her roommate lying on the bed. The steady breathing sounds suggested she was fast asleep.
'Already asleep?'
She realized that in the battle between her lazy side and the side that wanted to chat more, laziness had won by default.
Scratching her head at the faint disappointment, Michelle slowly approached the bed where her roommate slept.
She planned to be kind and cover the girl who'd fallen asleep without even getting under the blanket.
"Hm…?"
But as Michelle neared the bed, she let out a hollow laugh.
'…Who was telling who to be careful?'
There lay Iris, asleep on the bed.
Iris had spread out what looked like a white gown that smelled like the infirmary's alcohol, and in her sleep, she'd recklessly loosened the clothes constricting her body, as if they were too stuffy.
Her unbuttoned chest revealed shyly peeking white breasts, and her pale thighs were… excessively carefree.
Michelle silently covered her roommate's impropriety, then headed to her own assigned bed.
As she lay on her side, she couldn't stop her gaze from drifting to her roommate.
'…Kinda get why she was so touchy now?'
Michelle shook her head, pondering the faint, strange scent wafting from Iris, and rested it on her pillow.
She felt a peculiar sensation rising from her lower body but dismissed it as focus from training, forcing her eyes shut.
The young sword instructor had no idea what was happening to her body.
Soon, the room filled only with their soft breaths as both slept.
"Mm…."
"…."
How much time passed?
Moonlight filtered through the slightly open curtains, suggesting it was still midnight.
Then, as Iris tossed in her sleep, a bead of sweat formed on her body and began to rise along her skin.
The droplet on her face soon drew in moisture from the air, taking on a form.
It resembled the Undine Iris had summoned in the infirmary, but the atmosphere was vastly different.
The girl's body bubbled with joy.
The bubbling girl lost her form and pattered down onto Iris like warm droplets. At the baptism of that warm liquid, Iris frowned and tossed again.
The liquid that flowed to her chest gathered once more, reforming into Undine.
The watery entity sprang from her chest, gazing intently at the still-sleeping Iris.
Convinced the time had finally come, it boiled with barely contained excitement, its body bubbling vigorously.
But the consequences of bypassing proper procedures and sneaking in via a loophole began to catch up to it.
Its form warped erratically, twisting in agony.
Muttering that, the "something" dissolved back into moisture and scattered.
The lukewarm liquid splattered messily onto Iris's sleeping bed and body.
As the droplets seeped into her skin, her furrowed brow relaxed into peacefulness.
And so, as if nothing had happened, night passed and morning arrived.
Faint light seeped through the curtains, tickling Iris's face.
"…Mm."
She opened her bleary eyes with a groggy face, sensing something strange. Her fatigue-ridden body felt refreshed, but that was secondary.
'What is this?'
Her body and surroundings felt damp with something.
…Huh?
Did I seriously wet the bed?
No way?
Her hazy mind sharpened with awakening. The shame of bedwetting at her age flooded her.
As her face flushed and she flailed in panic, 'Undine' appeared on her shoulder, giggling before vanishing.
Seeing that, Iris figured Undine had pulled a prank.
'Yeah, even if my body's changed, bedwetting in my sleep is too much—I knew it wasn't that.'
Still, pulling a prank like this.
'…Wasn't in the game.'
This is gonna kill me.
Feeling sticky yet refreshed, Iris got out of bed and rummaged through the nearby wardrobe. She didn't know what was inside, but anything was better than the damp, clinging clothes.
And the wardrobe held better than she'd hoped—practically tailor-made for her.
It seemed too convenient, but she was the one in need right now.
She stripped off her clothes haphazardly and changed into something from the wardrobe.
Her disproportionately large chest made it uncomfortable, but the wardrobe's contents brought her relief.
Ziiip.
After zipping up the gym uniform from the wardrobe, Iris gathered the soiled clothes in one spot and looked around.
Spotting Michelle asleep on the bed, she flinched and decided to get out of there first.
'…The day after the entrance ceremony is a holiday, right?'
Having enjoyed exercise before, she planned to go jogging to sort her thoughts and opened the door to step out.
Click.
As the door closed and Iris's footsteps faded, Michelle, who had been sleeping with half-open eyes, muttered drowsily.
"…Who was telling who to be careful, again."
Mornings were rough for her, so she grumbled that and drifted back to sleep.
Thus, the academy's weekend began.