Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Health Education
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A strange atmosphere hung over the classroom.
The people gathered there kept glancing around, their faces flushed red over and over.
After all, just showing up to this class meant they all had "that thing" growing on them.
Come to think of it, there were more familiar faces than expected.
She often saw people who took the same lectures, and some faces that looked like she'd brushed past them in the infirmary.
"Eek?!"
But then a face caught her eye that made her swallow hard.
'Wh-why is the instructor here?'
Slightly wavy black hair, sharp yet languid golden eyes.
The cadet who'd been avoiding those terrifying eyes felt something off and stole another glance at Michelle.
What she saw was unbelievable.
Emotions were leaking from the face of the woman who always drilled the cadets mercilessly with a straight face—awkwardness and embarrassment.
...So she was capable of feelings after all.
Huh... Why am I tearing up?
As she poked at her eyes, remembering all the past hardships,
she shifted her gaze to some shimmering golden hair a little ways off.
The face was hidden, but those pointed, long ears said it all.
'...Isn't that the Student Council President?'
Even someone like her comes here...
Come to think of it, she vaguely recalled hearing it was a class to prevent accidents, not just for problem children.
'Maybe she's here to observe...?'
Either way, standing out probably wasn't good, so the cadet who'd been staring at Philia quietly slid her seat over one spot.
The classroom lingered in that odd atmosphere.
Drag.
The sound of the door opening echoed.
All eyes from the modest number of people inside turned toward the noise.
Flinch.
Iris, the one receiving those stares, paused for a moment before stepping up to the podium with slightly flushed cheeks.
Everyone watching her felt a weird vibe.
It was because the woman who always wore a gym uniform with a gown over it was dressed differently.
A thin sweater draped down, hugging her large breasts.
Following the waterfall of fabric, instead of the somewhat baggy gym pants, there was a skirt stretched taut above her knees.
The tight skirt squeezed Iris's soft thighs, making the flesh bulge out plumply.
She herself seemed oblivious to her appearance.
Wearing her gown that fluttered just above the floor, she looked out at the cadets.
Iris scanned the attendees and suddenly widened her eyes in surprise at something.
'...So cute.'
'I wanna bite her...'
The source of those odd feelings glanced awkwardly at Michelle and Philia before looking away.
Then she spotted something and stared at someone with sparkling eyes.
Those sensitive to her gaze followed it to see where she was looking.
Startle.
The pink-haired woman jumped at the sudden attention and, unable to adapt to the change, hid her face behind the book she was holding.
Philia approached the pink-haired woman with sharp clack-clack footsteps.
Brushing the book aside to check her face, Philia raised an eyebrow.
"I thought Miss Stout hadn't experienced any symptoms?"
Why are you here?
"Ahem, ahem..."
The pink-haired girl scolded by Philia—Stout—swept her hair behind her ear and met her eyes.
Philia tilted her head at the girl's oddly serious expression, then heard a timid voice.
"...I-I thought I had to observe for the advancement of alchemy."
"Did you get permission?"
"I came in such a hurry, so not yet..."
"Sigh..."
Philia shook her head with a deep sigh.
The girl on the verge of being kicked out slumped her shoulders dejectedly.
Who would've thought the Student Council President would attend a lecture.
Better to back off quietly for her own good.
Thinking that, she gathered her things and shot Philia a pitiful glance,
but Philia shook her head firmly.
The girl who seemed doomed to be booted out—Evelyn Stout—gave up at that resolute face and stood from her seat.
...Heartless stickler elf, just like you'd expect.
She'd probably chop off a World Tree branch if it crossed the line.
At that moment.
Iris's voice rang out cautiously, as if she'd snuck up without notice.
"Um... couldn't she just stay? We could call it pre-studying."
Evelyn's face lit up, while Philia's turned troubled.
Philia looked back and forth between them, then sighed softly at Iris's innocent face.
"If you cause any problems, you're out immediately—"
"Yay! Thank you!"
Philia glared at Evelyn, who cut her off and shook hands happily with Iris, before returning to her seat.
Meanwhile, Iris waved at Evelyn while chuckling inwardly.
'I was wondering how to approach her.'
Who knew it'd happen like this.
Feeling like a nagging tooth had finally fallen out, she finished shaking Evelyn's hand and returned to the podium.
"Ahem."
Clearing her throat, she looked once more at the cadets... and the one instructor before speaking.
"Lots of familiar faces, huh."
An awkward laugh escaped her.
Iris chuckled lightly, as if understanding, and continued slowly.
"I heard there was an unfortunate incident recently. And that few cadets really understand what it means... so this class was set up."
The cadets tilted their heads.
The recent incident... probably that.
Cadets who thought it was just some vague accident because they hadn't gone to the infirmary looked at Iris puzzled.
...While those who knew exactly what it meant blushed furiously.
Iris watched them and continued resolutely, determined not to let it happen again.
"It's a very... dangerous act. Do it wrong, and you could end up with a baby."
"Gasp."
"A-a baby?"
Michelle, who'd been watching Iris seriously, blinked in utter confusion.
...A baby?
Regardless of her fluster, Iris pressed on.
Starting with how sticking the grown "thing" into a woman's privates could make a baby.
Then explaining it was something you shouldn't do carelessly, as it'd make the other person suffer terribly.
Satisfied with the cadets' murmurs, Iris spoke up.
"But don't worry. Just master what I teach you, and you can graduate the academy safely."
She advised coming to the infirmary whenever possible, or handling it "solo" if not.
"Items related to this... I'll figure out how to get some soon, so until then, definitely come to the infirmary."
Saying that, Iris beamed warmly at Evelyn before looking away.
Evelyn felt a twinge of unease at the glance but was too focused on Iris's words.
"Of course, you can resolve it without them. Um... like this."
Glancing at Philia, Iris summoned Undine.
'This isn't an order, so it should be fine, right?'
Just like she'd shown Irene and Leona,
she made it grow on Undine
and began demonstrating solo relief.
Her white, soft hand slowly stroked the upright water pillar. The hand moved up and down the greatly swollen part, sliding expertly from base to tip.
The cadets watching felt a strange sensation.
Having tasted that pleasure once,
it oddly felt like Iris's hand was on their own.
"Gulp."
Among the swallowing cadets stood Michelle, looking like she'd been hammered in the head.
'What have I done...'
Oblivious to Michelle's thoughts, Iris ended the demo with Undine squirting water.
"Yeah... something like that works. Once you're used to it, no need to come to the infirmary. But if it's tough alone, just find me."
...Because swinging it at other cadets would be a disaster.
Swallowing the afterthought, Iris pondered briefly.
Isn't this stirring up trouble?
But better safe than sorry.
She absolutely didn't want it happening, but
she had to cover the worst case.
Resolved, Iris began explaining contraception.
Luckily, condoms existed here too,
so it wasn't too hard.
...Though making it grow on Undine again to demo wearing it was a bit awkward.
She'd never even used one herself, yet here she was explaining—what a letdown.
Then,
someone shot up their hand. Question face.
'Michelle?'
...More interested than I thought.
"Yes, Instructor? Got a question?"
Michelle nodded gravely, asking anxiously,
"So... from what I see, condoms keep it from going inside... so pulling it all out afterward is the same, right?"
...What a weird question.
Did she mess up somewhere?
Things had been quiet lately... no way?
No, no, probably not.
Just curiosity, right?
After a scary imagining, Iris nodded.
"Theoretically, if you pull out in time... yeah."
"I see."
Michelle relaxed, but Iris smiled wryly.
Looks like she really did mess up.
'Meaning... she's got someone she likes?'
Like some auto-hunt, things progressing smoothly on their own.
...A bit regrettable she used "that," but
what could she do? It already happened.
With a bittersweet yet pleased smile, Iris took more questions.
After answering diligently, she left the classroom.
'Let's do the next class like this too.'
Unlike the satisfied Iris who exited,
the cadets who'd attended could barely stand.
They hunched over, looking uncomfortable somewhere.
Michelle had improved but still propped her chin, lost in thought.
Philia buried her face in her hands after seeing it grow on Undine.
The first to stand was
the pink-haired cadet Evelyn Stout, face beet red.
She grabbed her things and chased after Iris.
Feeling—sort of—that Iris was calling her.
And sure enough,
Iris was waiting outside.