Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Teacher Doesn't Know the Heart of the Flat-Chested
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It was a perfect lecture in every way.
I'll be a bit more exhausted for a while, but in the long run, it'll definitely be effective.
Fundamentally, finding a way to prevent them from growing at all would be best...
Honestly, I have no idea.
This all started when I first encountered it before falling into this world. If I knew the cause and solution, wouldn't that be even stranger?
Anyway, whether the students graduate or not, I just hope they forget that ugly pleasure and enjoy wholesome lilies instead.
Then, a sudden thought crossed my mind.
What happened to the ones I didn't pursue after the ending? That question.
Since there were no postscripts or epilogues, there's no way to know what became of the girls off-stage.
There weren't even after-stories for the pursued characters, so having them would feel more unnatural anyway.
...The students who graduated without incident might all live lives unconnected to lilies... The thought made my heart ache.
As I felt a pang in my chest, the person I'd been waiting for finally emerged from the classroom.
Sweet, pale pink hair like spun cotton candy.
Eyes gleaming like morganite, a somewhat unfamiliar gem, in a soft peach hue.
A petite stature and petite... breasts.
I looked down at her in a robe similar to mine... but no, our eyes met at the same level.
She seemed a little flustered but didn't panic, as if she knew I'd be waiting.
"Nice to meet you. So, your name is...?"
"Ah, I'm Evelyn Stout."
I knew, but asked politely.
It'd be pretty creepy for someone meeting you for the first time to know your name.
Standing around chatting felt awkward, so I led Evelyn to the infirmary.
Sitting at the table, I served her tea and snacks while observing her.
She already seemed favorably inclined, probably because I'd taken her side earlier, but she had no idea why I'd waited or invited her like this.
A natural question arising from the gap: I know her, but she doesn't know me.
Having played the game, I knew Evelyn Stout could whip up all sorts of things with alchemy.
But to her, I'm... Hmm, now that I think about it, something felt off.
Recalling what Philia said, Evelyn had never become a futa...
So why did she come to my lecture?
No clue. But thanks to that, we're sitting here now, right?
...Thinking that, her face suddenly looked guilty somehow, but I brushed it off.
As she relaxed and dunked cookies into her tea, I spoke up.
"Sorry for calling you out of the blue. Did I startle you?"
"Huh? Uh... A little, yeah?"
The way to win her over was simple.
"It's nothing major, but as you might've gathered from my lecture, the students need something to help satisfy their urges alone."
Evelyn gave me a look like, You know me? I swallowed a chuckle and continued.
"I did some research while preparing, and I heard Evelyn here is exceptionally skilled at that sort of thing."
Her lips twitched as she feigned nonchalance.
"Is that so...? Didn't realize the rumors had spread that far... Well... If you're looking for someone like that, I'm definitely the perfect fit."
She chuckled while munching a soggy cookie, then looked at me.
"By the way, you knew my name—"
"We haven't introduced ourselves properly yet."
"Ah... I see. You're the type to be precise about that, Teacher."
"Yeah... Something like that."
...Sharp for no reason.
Anyway.
Winning over someone weak to praise like her was child's play.
No choices needed.
As she started grinning ear to ear, I explained the structure I wanted.
Summoning Undine to show a real example made it easy.
Evelyn eyed the water onahole Undine made with keen interest and asked if she could touch it.
I nodded, and she tentatively slipped a finger inside, looking tense.
Squelch.
Her slender finger stirred around inside the water onahole.
She probed deep with a serious expression, feeling out the interior.
...Watching that masochistic display felt weird... and a bit funny.
"Amazing... A spirit made this...?"
"Doesn't have to be identical. Just get the general feel? Use it as reference."
After poking around with her finger for a while, Evelyn sighed regretfully.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Would be nice to try it myself... but no real one."
"Haha... Better if no one has to use it that badly."
She's saying something ominous.
I'd prefer no one needed it at all.
She looked genuinely disappointed.
...Probably just curiosity?
Then.
A knock, and a hesitant student entered. From her disheveled state... yeah, 'that' issue.
I told Evelyn to wait a sec and led the student to the farthest bed in the infirmary.
Asking as we went confirmed my guess.
"I-I tried alone... b-but it wouldn't work..."
"Can't be helped."
I checked Philia wasn't around, drew the screen, and handed over the water onahole.
As we stepped away, lewd, vulgar moans leaked from beyond the screen.
...Feeling awkward, I glanced at Evelyn, who approached with rapt fascination.
"Uh... Student Stout?"
"...Teacher."
She sidled up carefully, staring at the screen, and asked me.
"It might help with making it... C-can I just peek?"
"Er... Wouldn't that be wrong? Without the student's permission?"
"Yeah... You're right...?"
Her face looked a bit dangerous.
...Was she always like this?
Once you get close, she turns into a blue cat robot from the future, different from Charlotte... so her moral walls? Honestly, no idea.
Anyway.
Even in a game.
...Showing someone getting wrecked by a water onahole is a no-go.
I sat the excited her back down.
Her breathing ragged... kinda pervy.
...Is this really just curiosity?
Did she see my face?
She cleared her throat and gripped her teacup with slightly trembling hands.
Tilting it gracefully, she set it down and murmured softly.
"This is purely... to perfectly fulfill Teacher's request. I want to assure you it's not what you think."
"...Is that so?"
"Yes."
Evelyn's reply was firm.
Couldn't argue if she said so, and agreeing to avoid denting her goodwill brightened her expression.
Soon, a squeal of "Eeeek!" came from beyond, and the student emerged sweaty, dazed, bowing blankly.
I fed the exhausted girl a cookie and sent her off, then returned.
"...So that's what these snacks are for?"
"...Among other things."
"Ehehe... So thoughtful."
Evelyn munched a cookie, staring blankly at the pristine white things floating to the sink.
...Strong stomach.
Well... Alchemy ingredients include stuff like that, so maybe she's used to it.
Or perhaps to her, it's rare material?
But she looked away soon, so probably not.
Anyway, with the infirmary visitor gone.
I discussed more details with Evelyn.
Her enthusiasm was half-expected but... her cooperation felt oddly off.
...Probably from that scene earlier.
"So, that covers it... Any other requests?"
"Other requests... Ah."
Her question reminded me of my original reason for approaching her.
Forgot about it.
...Underwear's comfy, sure.
"J-just to check."
"Yes."
I glanced around and whispered close to Evelyn. She flinched at the sudden proximity, body trembling slightly.
"Any potions to shrink breasts or something?"
"...Pardon?"
She looked confused, like she misheard.
As I pulled back, her gaze bored into my chest.
Then...
"...Who knows?"
Her voice chilled, and she stood.
"...I'll try making what you asked for. Then, if that's all."
"Huh? Oh... Yeah. Thanks."
"... ."
She muttered something with dead eyes, too quiet to catch.
Why's she like that?
We were getting along great until just now...
But she didn't refuse, so I can trust it'll be fine?
Relieved like I'd accomplished something big, I leaned back and stretched.
Before, even this hurt my chest, arms nearly popping off, but underwear fixed that.
Small really is better.
Big looks good, but attached to me... tastes don't change, but affection wanes inevitably.
As I savored the lazy afternoon.
Knock knock.
Students started flooding in.
...No need to explain why, I think.
Hope Evelyn pulls through.
With a sigh.
The students' voices echoed in the infirmary.
This really feels off.
Dragging my tired body back to my room.
Michelle sat there with hollow eyes, staring blankly.
...What's up with her?