Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: What I Was Lacking...!
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Having squeezed her eyes shut tight, Evelyn felt a twinge of doubt at the absence of the pain she had braced for.
She had expected her nose to shatter or her head to crack, but instead of anything breaking, she felt something soft and fluffy, which left a question mark hovering in her mind.
Then, as her hand clenched around the softness...
"Hng...!?"
A lewd voice escaped along with a soft, warm sensation. The squishy, marshmallow-like texture was so addictive that she wanted to keep touching it forever, and before she knew it, Evelyn's fingers were wiggling against it.
"S-Stout ca-cadet! Hng?! Ah...!"
Squish squish.
A strange fragrance that muddled her mind.
Her fingers wriggled thoughtlessly until she blinked at the sound of Iris's trembling voice.
Everything before her eyes was pure white.
Of course, the room was dark, so it wasn't all that bright...
Which meant...
Evelyn realized she had collapsed not onto the floor, but onto the bed—onto Iris—and she flailed in panic.
Her body was still on top of Iris's, which only resulted in her pressing down on those breasts.
Squeeze, squish.
As her palms kneaded Iris's breasts like a cat kneading dough, Iris's body shuddered. Iris bit her lip as if trying to stifle her voice.
Evelyn was trapped like a mouse in a snare.
It looked almost like her panicked body was clinging on for stability.
And then.
"Nng...?"
She felt something rigid rising from her lower body. The thing that had sprouted from her secret place brushed against something soft and squishy with its firm tip, shoving faint pleasure straight into Evelyn's mind.
I need to get up... I need to move...
It feels... too good.
Evelyn savored that addictive sensation again, feeling as if her mind was floating buoyantly in the air.
"Nng... S-Stout cadet? No, um, Miss Evelyn? Ah...!?"
The Iris pinned beneath her was going mad, practically jumping out of her skin.
Something wet had drizzled on her head from above, and every time Evelyn squished her breasts, her vision blurred then brightened in alternation.
And to top it all off, a hot, hard pressure was kneading her lower abdomen—squish, squish.
Was it because of her heightened sensitivity stat?
Her body writhed uncontrollably.
Evelyn was strong enough to shove her off, but Iris's small, pale hand could only manage a weak pat on Evelyn's slender shoulder.
Even so, the persistent Iris eventually lifted her head and met the gaze of Evelyn, who was now staring down at her.
Her pale pink irises were cloudy, like overcast skies.
'...She seemed fine before, so why is she suddenly acting like this?'
Iris had been relieved at how quiet Evelyn had been despite her apparent curiosity, but the current situation left her flustered.
Unlike Iris, Evelyn plunged headlong into the pleasure flooding her mind, as if unleashing something long suppressed.
"Cadet... Ooh!?"
The hard pressure on her lower abdomen slipped and slid right between Iris's thighs. Iris felt a burning heat between her thighs and pelvis, like a burn, and broke out in cold sweat.
Meanwhile, Evelyn buried her face in Iris's breasts and twitched her hips while gasping for breath.
It was behavior devoid of any rationality, driven purely by instinct.
Is she really going to... go all the way?
Iris felt unease, fear of the unknown, and a faint curiosity.
Shaking her head inwardly, she steeled herself, clenched her fist, and...
Smack!
Slapped the back of Evelyn's head hard.
"Kyaa!?"
Finally snapping to her senses, Evelyn let out a dazed yelp and lifted her face from the breasts.
Around her mouth...
Was smeared something thick and sticky, like a beast that had just torn into its prey.
It wasn't red, but white.
More important than that mess was that Evelyn had come back to her senses, so Iris hurriedly spoke up.
"M-Miss Evelyn, calm down for a second... Could you get off me?"
Realizing what she had done, Evelyn flushed crimson and slid off the bed.
With her breathing finally clear, Iris slowly sat up.
She thought they just needed to clean up now... but something felt off.
Her chest was damp from sweat, but not this much.
Now that Evelyn was off her.
There was no reason for her chest to get even wetter.
Yet somehow... she felt a growing dampness accumulating bit by bit on her breasts.
What in the world is happening?
Then Iris recalled the memory of something wet touching the top of her head and scanned her surroundings.
Next to the panting Evelyn, who still had her pillar rigidly erect, lay an empty flask rolling haphazardly on the floor.
Faint traces of what seemed to be liquid remained inside.
Iris picked it up and asked Evelyn,
"Um... what is this?"
"Ah, that is..."
Cupping her face, Evelyn let out a shaky sigh before speaking in a trembling voice.
"Well, um... I was trying to make the potion you requested, Teacher, and this came out by accident... It's a potion."
"I-Is that so?"
Iris felt a flicker of delight.
She had thought Evelyn was indifferent and was about to ask again, but she had actually been working on it.
But her pleased smile didn't last long.
"The expected effect is... um... milk from the breasts..."
"...Pardon?"
Did she just say I've turned into a milk cow...?
Unable to process the sudden declaration, Iris slipped her hand inside her clothes.
And groped her chest.
...Sure enough, just as Evelyn said, something was leaking from her breasts, soaking her underwear and clothes.
'This is insane.'
How is something like this even possible?
How...?
Iris's face drained of color.
Startled by her expression, Evelyn flinched as her rigid thing twitched, and hurriedly added,
"Ah, it-it's fine, really. If you squeeze it all out... it, it'll go back to normal."
"H-How do I squeeze it out?"
...How should I know?
Wouldn't the health teacher know better...?
Her face turning awkward, Evelyn shook her head inwardly and approached Iris.
Remembering how aggressively Evelyn had charged at her moments ago, Iris instinctively shifted away, but Evelyn looked at her with flushed cheeks.
"Um, I'll help you."
"You'll help?"
"Yes. It seems like it'd be hard to do alone..."
After a brief hesitation, Iris nodded.
Come to think of it, wasn't it only natural for her to help? This happened because of her potion.
But since it was an accident, Iris magnanimously decided to forgive her.
...Her mind was too foggy with heat to think straight anyway.
Iris stared blankly at Evelyn as if urging her to hurry up and help.
Meeting her gaze, Evelyn felt the sensations rising from her lower body and opened her mouth.
"Um... shouldn't you take it off first?"
"...Ah."
Letting out a deflated little sigh, Iris shed her gown and gripped the hem of her thin sweater, lifting it up.
Evelyn gasped at the bold motion, her vision blurring once more.
As the sweater that had covered Iris's ample breasts was pulled away, a sweet, nutty aroma filled the space behind the screen.
Debating whether to take it all off, Iris draped the sweater over her chest and then...
Pop, pop.
Began removing her underwear right there.
She thought taking everything off might look a bit... odd.
Iris deftly slipped off her underwear and pulled it out from under the sweater.
Watching her, Evelyn felt her newly grown organ throbbing with ache.
Why is it doing this?
...She finally understood what the cadet had meant earlier by "it hurts."
Soon, accompanied by a soft thud, Iris's breasts spilled out into the world.
"Gulp."
Evelyn swallowed unconsciously.
Why on earth would she want to make these... smaller?
I want to have ones like that.
Iris's breasts looked incredibly soft now that all restraints were gone, and at the swollen tips—thanks to the drug—were beads of pure white liquid.
Even through clothes, their softness and jiggle had been impressive... What would they feel like touched directly, without obstruction?
No, she shouldn't be thinking that... She needed to make up for her mistake.
"Um, then..."
Evelyn approached Iris with a flushed face and placed her hand on her breast.
Squish.
The soft breast yielded plushly to her hand.
Unthinkingly weighing it in her palm, Evelyn swallowed at the sound of Iris's voice.
"Um... what are you doing?"
"Ah, well... um... I-I thought if I check the weight, I can tell later if it's all out...?"
It sounded like a flimsy excuse, but Iris vaguely nodded along with an "I see."
Letting out a sigh of relief, Evelyn slowly pressed around her nipple.
Squirt!
Hot white liquid splashed across Evelyn's face.
Sniff sniff.
The sweet, nutty scent tickled her nostrils.
'...It's not just the looks.'
As Evelyn licked her lips, Iris squeezed her eyes shut.
She couldn't bear to watch the scene.
Milk leaking from her own breasts—hers, a man's...?
If she weren't the one being touched, she'd have thought it was insanely arousing...
She had wanted white stuff from her body again, but not like this.
Iris swallowed a sigh and entrusted her body to Evelyn.
Seeing Iris shudder with eyes squeezed shut, Evelyn felt an itch crawling over her skin.
More precisely... it was the throbbing ache from below.
It hurt.
A parched dryness in her throat.
She squeezed one plump, swollen nipple firmly.
And opened her mouth wide.
Then greedily engulfed the other nipple.
...It was going to spill everywhere anyway. A little sip couldn't hurt, right?
Squish!
From one side, milky liquid sprayed out, drenching Evelyn and Iris.
"Slurp... slurp..."
"Ahh...? Hng?"
From the other, wet sucking sounds echoed.
Iris, eyes closed, felt bewildered by the bizarre new sensation.
Fine, milk being squeezed out, whatever.
But this... what even...
The tip of her breast was enveloped in something wet and warm, then something squishy toyed with her nipple.
Followed by a hard pressure grinding down, a sucking pull.
It couldn't be what she thought it was, right?
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Iris didn't have much time to agonize.
Her already hypersensitive body converted Evelyn's actions into pleasure and hammered it into her mind.
As her vision went white, Iris bit down hard on her teeth, but...
"Heek... Ahh... Haaah..."
The climax she knew all too well crashed over her, drawing strange moans from her lips.
Her breasts already soaked, now she felt wetness pooling between her thighs too.
Her head lolled back unbidden, her back arching like a bow.
With nothing to support her, Iris toppled backward defenselessly.
Evelyn, lost in mindless sucking, didn't notice.
She held on a moment longer before tumbling atop Iris, dragged by the breast.
"Slurp... slurp..."
Evelyn didn't stop suckling.
The milk from the bumpy nub was sweet and nutty, the sensation in her hand ecstatic.
To the point where she couldn't fathom why anyone would want to get rid of it.
As she fell into a trance devouring Iris's breast...
"Heek!?"
Another climax hit Iris.
Squirt! Spurt!
The heat gathered at her chest spread through her whole body.
Vision bleaching white, toes curling, hips bucking skyward.
A wrung-out rag sensation washed over her limbs, but Evelyn didn't stop.
Her body began heating up once more.
Like wringing a rag, wet squelching sounds came from between her thighs.
Before long, the two were drenched in milky fluid from Iris's body, transparent sticky juices, and sweat from each other.
The sweater, heavy with moisture, weighed down on Iris's nape.
It looked almost like─
"Haaggk!?"
A choker.
Evelyn, feasting on Iris's breast, felt a slight fullness in her belly and slowly released her mouth.
The greatly swollen nub popped free from her small mouth. A sticky thread bridged between it and her lips before snapping.
Panting heavily after pulling away, she glanced at Iris gasping raggedly and swallowed the milk lingering in her mouth.
Then she felt it—her drooling pillar touching something wet and hot.
Between Iris's thighs, now soaked and wafting a lewd scent.
Staring blankly at it, Evelyn thought.
Just once... wouldn't it be okay to put it in?
It had to be modeled after this, right? What Teacher mentioned.
...Maybe that's why I couldn't make it properly—I've never experienced the real thing.
Just once...
Evelyn gazed at Iris sprawled on the bed, then gently nudged her panties aside.
The skirt hem was already useless, so it was easy.
The neat slit glistened, drooling greedily.
...Just slide it in gently and pull out.
Teacher wouldn't notice, right?
And since it's what Teacher wanted, shouldn't she help this much?
It was a remarkably virginal.
Chaste notion.
But it felt convincing to Evelyn.
...Or perhaps she was deliberately not thinking too hard.
Only she knew the truth.
And so, Evelyn Stout aimed her fiercely erect spear tip.
At Iris's slit.