Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: I'm the Teacher
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“I-it tickles…”
“…”
Squish squish.
Michelle, who had been caressing the soft, overflowing flesh cradled in her hand,
woke up with both arms stretched out in front of her.
As if the dream's afterglow still lingered, her long, firm hands twitched like they were groping at something.
Michelle blankly wiggled her fingers before realizing it had all been a dream. She let out a deep sigh, then hastily clamped her mouth shut.
Faint breathing sounds came from right beside her.
In her mind, the beautiful breasts from her dream kept drifting by—huge, milky white, and pale pink...
Michelle shook her head, trying to banish the lingering image, but
it wasn't easy. The original source of those dream breasts was lying right there on the bed next to her.
‘…Haa.’
Covering her eyes with her hand brought darkness, but it merged with the dream's residue, conjuring a vivid image of Iris's body as if viewing it in augmented reality.
Petite stature with a sharp yet cozy vibe, skin and hair still glistening damp from a recent shower, her pristine naked form that was always bundled up under gym clothes.
She whipped her head away in a hurry, but that tantalizing sight had already burrowed deep into Michelle's mind.
…No point even mentioning how it led to her dreaming something so bizarre, something she'd never experienced in her entire life.
She stared at the afterimage rising before her.
Iris let out an awkward, half-hearted chuckle somewhere and slipped into a white gown. It looked baggy at first glance, but as it soaked up moisture and darkened, her silhouette stealthily emerged.
Like clothes dampening in a light drizzle.
…Why the hell is this happening?
Michelle couldn't stay lying down any longer and sat up.
“Umm…”
Then came the voice of the very culprit tormenting her.
Her fluffy ears atop her head perked straight up. She slipped soundlessly out of bed and crept slowly toward Iris.
Soon enough, there she was—blanket kicked off like it was nothing, sprawled in a carefree pose as she slept.
“…”
Michelle felt an odd sensation.
Gym clothes were standard issue, just varying by size… but somehow, it was obvious Iris was wearing hers.
The loose sleeves flapping around, the baggy pants bunching up.
And…
Maybe her chest felt stuffy; she'd unzipped it halfway, letting her breasts bulge plumply against the cotton tee.
…Why does it keep nagging at me like this?
Or rather, chewing it over, there was no way it wouldn't nag at her, no matter the angle.
For starters, they were roommates now—faces inches apart, like it or not.
Plus, she was in debt for help with that belated bout of puberty fever.
And it kinda felt like she'd done something rotten.
If it didn't nag at her… she'd be less human, more something else.
Michelle sighed and tucked the blanket back over Iris.
The mingled scents of their bodies tickled her nostrils—hers blending with Iris's.
Sniff sniff.
Michelle wagged her tail as she inhaled, then yanked herself back in a panic.
Experience told her that lingering on that seductive aroma would definitely make that thing sprout up.
A few incidents in, and now she felt like she had some… control over it.
Michelle sighed again, flopped onto the bed, and squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come.
The moon still hung high—no chance of getting up yet.
That's when she recalled why she'd come to the academy as an instructor in the first place.
‘…I did crave some new thrill, that's true.’
She who'd practically married her sword had come seeking fresh excitement to break free from that suffocating rut.
…Suspecting it was a people-problem, she'd tried being chummy with Iris in her own way.
But this? Nowhere in the forecast.
New thrill? Sure. But not this kind.
The ridiculous part was how her body betrayed her—like the saying went, flesh was brutally honest. Deep down, it craved exactly this, and that embarrassed her to no end.
Going through what normal students hit in their cadet days… now…
Maybe because she'd skipped it back then, it hit her even harder…
Sensing a numb haze settle over her, Michelle let the tension drain from her body.
Darkness fell, and predictably, Iris's silhouette shimmered into view once more.
‘What does Plumeria Teacher think of me?’
An immature beastkin?
Or just your average roommate?
…Hard to say.
What she did for her was just health-teacher duty—nothing out of the ordinary.
‘Take that squirt Charlotte, for example.’
While she was off instructing cadets, Plumeria Teacher was holed up in the infirmary…
Perfectly normal.
Somehow, it rubbed her the wrong way.
Michelle wrestled with that peculiar feeling.
And Iris's silhouette, undulating faintly in the dark.
She figured deep sleep was off the table tonight.
“Good morning…”
“…Did something happen overnight?”
“My sleep was a bit… rough.”
Once I was up and alert, Michelle—dark circles under her eyes—handed over my freshly laundered gym clothes.
Unlike Undine's wash, they carried a faint sweet scent and warmth… surprisingly nice.
The game never delved into details like this, so it felt kinda fresh.
Even the stuff it glossed over seemed to chug along fine.
Anyway, after changing, I went to hand back her clothes when a thought struck me, and I spoke up.
“Ah, since I wore it once… want me to handle the laundry?”
She shook her head and murmured softly.
“…It’s fine.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Fair enough—no sweat from sleeping in it.
I passed the gym clothes back without a second thought and summoned Undine to freshen up.
Michelle did the same. After splashing her face roughly, water dripping everywhere, she approached me.
“Um, Plumeria Teacher.”
“Yes?”
She hesitated forever, tail swishing, before speaking.
“…Can I call you Plumeria too? Feels weird being the only one going by first name.”
Made sense.
No clue why I had a surname, but beastkin like Michelle just didn’t—racial trait or whatever.
If pressed, maybe “Michelle of the Plains something,” but…
Come to think of it, that could pass as a surname. Game world quirks, though—let it slide.
Probably some deep lore the laundry room didn’t touch.
Anyway.
Charlotte called me by name already—no harm if Michelle did too.
I nodded.
“Go for it.”
“…Thank you.”
No, really, no need to thank me…
A tad sheepish, I left Michelle behind and headed out.
Wonder what brought that on all of a sudden?
Maybe she felt miffed inside when we went out together the other day.
…Doesn’t seem the type, but kinda cute.
In the game, her blank-slate personality shifted noticeably—watching it unfold was a treat.
No idea who was rubbing off on her… one of her cadets, probably?
No sparks with Charlotte, so I’d keep an eye on that angle.
Whoever it was.
After my morning workout and clocking into the infirmary, a cadet was already waiting.
Curious, I hurried over. Face beet red, she whispered desperately.
“I… I heard we have to come to the infirmary no matter what… i-is that true…?”
Way too efficient.
Trembling at the Student Council’s iron grip, I unlocked the infirmary door and ushered her in.
What followed? No need to spell it out.
The cadet shuffled out, wobbly-legged, wearing a blissed-out look that screamed five stars.
Undine getting the hang of it?
Figured other instances would be trickier…
Do they swap notes or something?
Who knows… can’t exactly ask.
Anyway.
If word of yesterday spread already, expect a crowd soon.
Which meant ramp up sex ed prep.
…But teach what, exactly? What’d I even learn?
Memory’s fuzzy. Normal sex ed? Fine. But this was the… special kind.
Any refs…?
No school handbook—no such luck.
This slapdash setup really hammered home that I was inside the game.
Blame that godforsaken DLC.
But seriously, what to teach?
Even dredging up my school days, nothing special came to mind.
…Sex makes babies. Don’t want ’em? Use protection. That’s the gist.
Reason cadets shouldn’t hook up? Crystal clear.
No babies allowed.
For safety, cover contraception too.
Prime hormone-raging age—flat-out “don’t” might backfire, spark rebellion in some.
Dunno if they’d heed the protection part.
…Gotta trust the cadets, I guess.
No genius fixes from me.
Not like I’m patrolling the whole academy.
This… Student Council’s wheelhouse.
So what I teach? Obvious.
Felt like a weight lifted.
Aching tooth yanked clean.
And right on cue, sex ed got scheduled fast. Fewer attendees than expected—turns out it’s split groups.
Like a damn plague.
To me? No different.
A plague ravaging my lily garden.
Had to eradicate it.
…But wait.
Doesn’t that mean it’s bad if they enjoy the “handling” too much?
But.
Possible…?
Dunno.
Not even I know how to make it unpleasant.
Need a workaround.
Yeah, better link up with her ASAP, all around.
I thought that as I pushed open the classroom door.
Felt like I forgot something, but.
Stepping in, all those gemstone eyes locked on me—I forgot in a flash.
Somehow… got me kinda pumped.