Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Clumsy
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Why had it suddenly sprung up?
That question didn't take up much space in my head anymore.
I figured finding the cause would be the most efficient thing to do, but with no warning signs at all, how the hell was I supposed to know?
If I had the knowledge to figure it out, I would've done it ages ago.
It wasn't like when I saw the injured student and knowledge bubbled up out of nowhere, so it was a lost cause.
Before coming here, I was just your average lily-loving... office drone.
Even if things were equally hectic, being surrounded by beautiful girls in this life appealed to me a lot more, but that didn't help resolve the situation one bit.
If anything, it was making my resolve waver—
Ahem.
Anyway.
My instinct as a human to seek comfort meant it was time to test the performance of the Evelyn-brand onahole I'd made to indulge in some leisure.
My body was slick with sweat from what I'd done earlier, but I didn't mind. I could clean up after this was over.
The student didn't look thrilled, but unlike the one who'd come before, her erection was rock-hard and twitching, so she gave a reluctant nod.
Her panting was incredibly lewd.
If it weren't for that pillar bucking from below, I might've hidden behind the screen and watched with a satisfied smile.
Come to think of it, why was she so fully erect?
...Morning wood or something?
Maybe, since she'd just woken up.
But...
"Stout? Why are you still here?"
I'd told her to leave, but Evelyn Stout was fidgeting with her fingers, her face somehow flushed with excitement.
She flinched at my question, mumbling for a moment before putting on a bold front.
"...I made it, so don't I have the right to watch? Th-that way, I can spot any issues... and find room for improvements, right?"
Why phrase it as a question?
It wasn't wrong, per se...
As I eyed the student, frozen with her rigid member neither here nor there, two voices rang in my ears at once.
"I-I'll hide so I'm out of the way, please...!"
"I-I don't care anymore, just... p-please do something quick!"
Both beauties gazed at me with desperate faces.
A faint twinge of guilt stirred—like if I weren't here, things might've gone better for them.
Honestly, though, it didn't feel half bad.
I nodded with a slightly flushed face, letting them know it was fine. Evelyn brightened up and promptly hid behind the screen, peeking out to prove her point.
Her face... looked a bit flushed for some reason.
...A dark thought crossed my mind, but I shook my head to dismiss it.
Then I handed the test onahole Evelyn had given me to the grumbling student.
She tilted her head with a dissatisfied look.
"...What am I supposed to do with this?"
Yeah, figured as much.
I swallowed a sigh and stepped behind the screen, closing it so she couldn't see outside.
Looking at the closed screen, I could see Evelyn's cute little feet below and her excited eyes peeking from above.
...This felt kinda weird.
Maybe I was using the excuse of considering other students to avoid situations that embarrassed me.
Whatever.
The moment I went to fit the onahole onto the oblivious student's member.
I realized I'd forgotten something crucial.
I pulled my hand away suddenly, and she must've misunderstood, because her pillar bucked as she let out a pained groan.
...No ulterior motives here.
Feeling a strange vibe, I slipped my finger inside the onahole.
It was better than expected, but still... too tight.
'Should've had her make some lube to put inside...'
The realization hit late, but it was too late now.
In a pinch, I summoned Undine and had her fill it with a high-viscosity fluid.
"Alright, let's get started."
"...Hah."
With a weak voice, schlurp.
The slightly firm onahole parted.
"Oh god!?"
The moment the large glans was engulfed, the onahole greedily swallowed up to the base in an instant.
Scratch that.
It seemed a bit lacking in elasticity—her average-sized pillar didn't quite fit all the way.
...Big either way, huh.
Glancing at her face, it was a mix of pain and pleasure.
If my water onahole got rave reviews.
Hers would probably get... mixed feedback. That was the vibe on her face.
Meanwhile, whatever the material was, the heat radiating from her pillar was already warming my hand.
Thump! Thump!
Along with the pulsing heartbeat.
...Not exactly pleasant.
Schlurp, schlurp.
I worked the Evelyn-made onahole a few more times and asked the student.
...If I were her, I'd die of embarrassment.
Fortunately, she didn't seem fazed.
"H-how... is it?"
Instead.
"It... hurts."
"...Hm."
Her reaction was right on target, leaving me awkward. Prototype was a bust, it seemed.
To spare her more pain, I slowly pulled the onahole off.
Schlurrrp...
The viscous fluid I'd slathered inside poured out like wringing a rag, stretching like cheese between the pillar and onahole.
Squelch... plop.
Finally, with a vulgar sound, the onahole spat out what it couldn't swallow.
It drooled the sticky stuff like a person might.
Drip, drip.
All over the student's massive pillar.
...Way too vulgar. I quickly turned, handing the onahole back to the watching Evelyn with a whisper.
"Looks like it needs a lot of improvements. Oh, and you'll need to make some slippery fluid for inside too."
"...I got too hasty, I guess."
Her excitement had faded; she looked kinda down.
I'd pegged her for weird tastes, but maybe she really just wanted to see her creation in action.
Anyway.
The student's pillar was still bucking rigidly.
My job hadn't changed.
I generated a water onahole to use on her, but...
"C-can't we... do something else?"
"This is totally different from the last one."
"Still... it kinda... hurt..."
Unmanly... oh, right, not a guy.
Her massive erection tricked me into thinking that.
No helping it.
...Traumatized by onaholes? And she likes this?
Beats me.
I sat beside her and reached for the slick pillar.
Gloves... would've been smart, but my fingers were already touching it.
"Ngh...!"
Just go with it.
What's done is done, and it wasn't harmful beyond feeling gross—like last time.
For the suffering student, I started stroking.
The slick fluid made my hand glide fast.
"Ahk!"
Even the swollen glans slipped right by.
Pain from this?
...Told her to make an onahole, and she brought a torture device.
First time, can't be helped.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
I was getting used to this... well, I was originally.
Just not used to touching someone else's.
Honestly, if the one moaning beside me were a guy... I'd have stopped ages ago.
Wouldn't have played that game to begin with—probably just bailed from the academy and figured out survival.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Lost in mechanical motion and stray thoughts.
The fluid coating the pillar thinned, and my fingers caught on the mushroomed head.
Then.
"Oh hot!?"
She let out a crude cry and thrashed.
Like drowning in the open sea.
Then, like grabbing driftwood.
She clutched my chest and back tight.
Caught off guard mid-stroke.
Pain and weird sensations surged from my chest.
"Eek!?"
I yelped oddly.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
She started ejaculating hard around then.
Clenching my chest in ecstasy, sending those weird tingles through me.
Gush! Gush!
Snapping out of the flashing lights, she'd somehow pulled me into a tight hug.
I shook my head and met her eyes; her face was flushed as she spoke.
"S-sis... no, Teacher..."
Sis? Bad omen. I replied coolly on purpose.
"Could you let go first?"
"S-sorry..."
The mood got awkward. But it was for her sake, so I'd appreciate some understanding.
Separately, post-nut clarity hit; the brattish vibe was gone, replaced by docility.
Seeing her like that, maybe she really came to the infirmary in pain.
Diagnosis...
Pent-up frustration.
Anyway, cleanup and sent her off.
...Stuck a candy in her mouth, like always.
Staring blankly as Undine floated the white stuff away for cleanup, I felt eyes on me.
Evelyn.
She stared guiltily, face a bit red.
"She's still here..."
"Yeah... whatever."
She scratched her cheek awkwardly, then approached cautiously.
"That weird noise earlier—you okay— Hyak!?"
"Whoa!?"
Mid awkward question, she tripped over something on the floor.
Trip I get, but.
She fell right on me, sprawling us across the bed.
Her hands grabbed my chest, face buried in it.
Remembering that sensation, I shivered.
...Then something hard pressed against my lower half.
And.
My head felt wet for some reason.
An empty flask rolled on the bed from who-knows-where.
Something...
Was off. Way too much off to even point out.