Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Philia's Lingering Shame
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*Sniff sniff*
"You're late, President?"
"...Sorry. Something unexpected came up."
"Like what...?"
Philia flinched at the secretary's question as she waited for her.
By the time she blankly responded, the memory of her earlier disgrace flashed vividly in her mind.
She shook her head inwardly and forced her voice to sound casual.
"It was nothing to worry about. I'll handle the cleanup, so... you can head back now."
"I see. Alright, see you tomorrow!"
"...Take care."
She watched the secretary's back as she left with a bright, oblivious smile, then sank into her chair with a sigh.
Self-loathing washed over her, and she buried her face in her hands.
"Haa..."
She never imagined she'd put on such a lewd display.
Just thinking about it made Philia's face burn hot.
From her perspective, it might have been a bewildering but natural reaction.
Especially since elves like her didn't have a particularly strong sex drive to begin with.
Perhaps the massive 'thing' had erupted because her long-dormant lust had finally found an outlet.
Like a spike in a pocket—it was bound to pop out eventually.
'...It was so soft.'
Closing her eyes, Philia replayed the recent events in her mind.
Not out of any particular intent, just in case she'd missed something.
...Or so she told herself.
When it first sprang up, the sensation had been utterly bizarre.
But then she saw Iris's shocked face staring at it...
And somehow, it felt even harder.
Recalling that brought back the feel of Iris's gentle touch.
Her hand guided Philia slowly to the bed—so tender and soft. As she pressed close, the spirit's fragrance and body scent filled Philia's nose and head, dizzying her.
Left alone in the dim room, Philia...
'Twitched obscenely.'
Steam seemed to rise from Philia's head.
Then she felt the weight of Iris straddling her.
It wasn't heavy. If anything, it was light—astonishing for someone wielding such a fearsome weapon.
The soft flesh pressing firmly against her thighs.
The pain from her desert-dry skin, soothed by sticky lip smacks and warm droplets.
Iris's gentle caresses followed, bringing pleasures Philia had never known.
The embracing softness that enveloped everything after the cold pain.
Skilled, soft hands rubbing and mashing unexpectedly.
That alien sensation drove Philia to climax.
Splurt!
A soul-wrenching ecstasy flooded her mind like a torrent.
...Was there anything odd?
Philia's face flushed crimson as she pondered, but she gained no real insights.
Cooling off a bit, such thoughts crept in.
For the honor of the forest...? No, that was absurd. If anything, Iris was practically her benefactor.
More importantly...
'Why did it grow on me, of all people?'
Nothing immediately suspicious came to mind.
She'd been in contact with those troublemaking students, so that was the likeliest cause.
Maybe, just maybe...
No... It was normal for humans at this age... And by human years, she was right in that phase too...
Philia's green eyes grew hazy, like static on a screen.
Regaining their shine, she let out a sigh.
"...I should give Plumeria Teacher something as thanks."
She'd have it rough from now on.
Without sensing anything amiss,
Philia pondered what she could do for Iris, whose future looked full of hardship.
All for the students' healthy lives and well-being, of course.
...Not as an excuse to go see her.
Absolutely not.
Feeling oddly restless despite my recent workout, I went for a run inside the academy anyway.
Such moods were best shaken off with exercise.
...Running until I tasted blood in my throat seemed to settle it a bit.
In my old body, I might've jerked off thinking of Philia's scent, but the urges I felt now were utterly foreign.
Naturally, since the body had swapped.
Releasing it naturally might be better than suppressing...
But somehow, that felt like crossing a point of no return.
The memory of using it as a massager last time lingered vividly.
It had felt really good.
Dangerously so.
Pondering that, I understood why the students lost their minds around dicks—with a body this sensitive, lugging one around must be hell.
...Tough gig.
Oddly, I wasn't sure if I should be relieved mine hadn't grown one... or lament it.
Anyway.
After my run, I grabbed some light snacks and headed back to my room.
Then I stepped into the shower to wash off the sweat-soaked body. I'd relied on Undine, but nothing beat a shower for clearing my head or shaking off distractions.
Come to think of it.
If memory served, there was a bathhouse.
Not some tiny tub, but a grand one.
Supposedly for bonding, but with showers in the dorm rooms, who would use it?
...With that setup, maybe I should give it a try.
I could rent out the whole place for a luxurious vibe.
Academy-managed, so it'd be fancy.
When else would I get the chance?
Back home, a cramped studio awaited.
...Assuming I could go back.
Damn book—useless lewdness stat aside, it could've clued me in on stuff like this.
Resolving to check out the bathhouse, I stripped haphazardly and entered the shower.
Even now, seeing my massive breasts in the mirror wasn't quite nonchalant.
Nor should it be.
Going numb to this would be the real danger.
I turned the knob for cold water.
Shivering as it soaked me from the head down, I scrubbed every inch.
The chill chased away stray thoughts.
...This time, I faced my back to the spray.
No repeat of the fiasco when the jet hit my chest.
Then.
Rustling came from outside the shower.
Michelle must be back.
Remembering how she'd covered for my earlier blunder made me a tad embarrassed.
Not that I could do much about it now.
Planning to step out when she entered, I kept showering—but she didn't come in after ages.
Tilting my head, I cautiously peeked out. The changing room was empty. Drying off, I checked outside—still no one.
"...?"
Hearing things?
Feeling uneasy, I turned to grab clothes.
But...
What the hell? Where'd they all go?
My clothes and underwear—gone. Everything I'd planned to have Undine handle post-shower, vanished.
Panicking, I rummaged the changing room, then the bed—no luck.
Not imagination—a thief?
Any event like this?
I racked my brain, but nothing. At best, vague artifact thefts from the academy, never staff undies or gym clothes.
This was insane.
Meanwhile.
"Achoo!"
My bare body started protesting the chill.
As I sniffed, the door opened and Michelle entered.
Our eyes met; she averted hers hastily and spoke.
"Uh, Plumeria Teacher? Why are you... like that?"
"W-Well..."
She looked away, leaving me flustered too. I fumbled in the closet for a robe and threw it on—the only option.
Only then could I face her.
Her gaze softened a bit as I explained what happened.
Her unexpected response followed.
"...My apologies. I meant to tell you right away, but I was too late. I took them to the laundry."
"Pardon?"
I blinked blankly.
She'd sent my clothes to laundry while I showered.
"Wh-Why...?"
Stunned, I asked. Michelle bowed her head.
"I'm sorry. It seems I overstepped. Last time you laundered my clothes, so I thought it was my turn."
"Oh..."
Now I recalled.
...I'd done the same without asking, so griping at Michelle felt off.
Only downside: that was my only gym set.
"It's fine. So, you'll bring them tomorrow morning?"
"Yes."
Undine made laundry moot, but nice service anyway.
Nodding, I sat. Michelle asked cautiously.
"But Teacher?"
"Yes?"
"Aren't you... going to wear other clothes?"
"Ah. Well..."
I twirled my hair absently.
"That was my only comfy set."
"...I see."
She scratched her cheek, stood, rummaged the closet, and handed me a gym uniform.
"Not much compensation, but... how about this?"
I unfolded it.
Same design as mine, but it carried Michelle's faint scent.
...A bit weird, but.
No fuss over sharing clothes.
Biologically same sex, after all.
Mind's a guy, but gym wear's unisex anyway.
Yuri vibes maybe, but to me—as a man—this was pure kindness, nothing more.
"Thanks."
"...It's my fault."
Still, past events made me change in the changing room.
Limbs flopped loose, but chest was tight.
...Bed-bound anyway, no issue.
Fresh reminder of my shrunken frame—bittersweet.
Smiling at Michelle's worried look to say I was fine,
I flopped onto the bed.
Exhausted.
Things looked tougher ahead.
...Sleep it off.
Mentally and physically drained, I slipped into slumber's darkness swiftly.
Michelle's scent lingered oddly, comforting in a strange way.
From the clothes...?