Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Teacher and Sword Instructor
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"Hah, haaah... Keh, cough!"
This body was truly hopeless.
I'd only done a light jog, but my breath was already catching in my throat.
The decisive problem was my chest—my breasts. The slightest vigorous movement sent them bouncing wildly, like taut rubber balls dropped on the ground. It wasn't just annoying; it hurt.
Slowing down to a gentle jog helped a bit, but it still wasn't satisfactory.
To get this winded from just running...
I worried if I'd even be able to handle other exercises like this.
As I panted for breath, Michelle's body from last night flashed in my mind. A sleek, beautifully toned figure with just the right amount of muscle.
Moving this useless, fat-laden body around made me so envious of hers.
...I'd had a body just as good as that once.
"Hoo..."
At least the academy interior, once rendered in crude text and graphics, was starting to feel familiar.
The graphics might be rough, but the text descriptions were detailed enough that I could probably find my way around, even if not perfectly, by recalling them.
Getting lost now would be pretty embarrassing, though...
I'll be fine.
As my ragged breathing steadied and my dizzy head cleared a bit, I noticed people passing nearby.
Students from the academy, most likely.
But I had no attention to spare for them. Taking care of my own body was struggle enough.
Then, out of nowhere.
"Eek!?"
"...Didn't expect you'd jump like that."
A cold sensation pressed against my cheek.
I whipped around in surprise to see Michelle looking at me with an awkward expression.
I reached for the bottle pressed firmly against my cheek, but she whisked it away with a flick.
Narrowing my eyes, she gave an embarrassed smile and finally handed it over.
...What was I supposed to say to this?
Well... considering our 'close' relationship ahead, I could forgive a little teasing. My body might be that of a plump girl, but inside was a real man's man.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, sure."
We exchanged awkward greetings, and I gulped down the water she'd given me. But out of habit, I tilted the bottle too far, and water overflowed. My tiny mouth couldn't handle the sudden flood, and it sprayed out.
"Pfft! Cough! Cough!"
"...You okay?"
"Cough! Cough! Kek! Y-Yeah."
I was already drenched in sweat anyway, so a little more water didn't change much.
...But it was mortifying.
If I'd seen this as text on a monitor, I might have chuckled fondly.
But experiencing it firsthand? The embarrassment outweighed any amusement.
Probably because it was my body going through it...
Anyway.
After drinking the water and catching my breath a bit, I felt my airway open up slightly.
Staring blankly at the sky, I saw not the yellowish haze I'd expected, but a clear, vibrant blue.
...This was nice.
A twinge of bitterness hit me as I lowered my gaze, only to find Michelle standing in front of me, watching quietly. She extended her hand. I nodded, and she spoke in a low voice.
"Weren't you going to run?"
"Oh, right...?"
"Let's run together. I was thinking I should warm up anyway."
Without thinking, I took her hand.
Her hand was soft yet firm. Fingers callused from training stirred strange feelings in me.
"Shall we? Looks like you ran without pacing yourself. I'll help guide you."
"Yeah... thanks."
Holding her hand, I stood, and she began light stretches.
Watching her loosen up, unease crept in.
'...Can I really run with her?'
It wouldn't have been an issue with my original body.
But recalling my pathetic flailing earlier...
It stung my pride, but I suspected it'd be tough.
More than that, why had Michelle followed me? Someone set as 'weak in the mornings' chasing after me on a weekend morning...?
'Does she want to get that close to me?'
How many students was she planning to drag to the infirmary, anyway?
By then, Michelle finished warming up and gave me a look.
Time to start running.
Standing side by side, I noticed the line where her shoulder met her chest. I averted my gaze and stared ahead as she spoke.
"I'll match your pace first."
"...Got it."
Why was my heart pounding like this?
It'd be fine, right?
I started jogging confidently.
And regretted it immediately.
I finally understood why people say humans repeat the same mistakes.
"Kek, hah... heeek..."
"...You okay?"
"Ah, uh... Yeah, cough!"
How much time had passed since restarting the jog?
Michelle gave an embarrassed smile at my sluggish pace, said she'd do a lap ahead, and took off.
Heeding the earlier lesson, I'd been running slowly. But seeing her, my pride stung unexpectedly.
...Fine.
Forgetting my body had changed, I'd dashed off full throttle again.
But willpower alone couldn't fix everything.
No matter how hard I tried, this pathetic hunk of meat wouldn't suddenly improve.
So there I was, collapsed and gasping again, when Michelle returned and helped me up.
She hooked her arm under my pits to lift me, but the height difference meant I could only manage on tiptoes.
"S-Sorry."
"...No problem."
What could I do about this short body?
Holding my soft arm, Michelle asked in a serious tone.
"Plumeria Teacher?"
"Hah, haaah... Yes?"
"Are you... not wearing a bra?"
Bra.
Hmm.
Right, that existed.
As I hemmed and hawed, she muttered, "No wonder it was bouncing like that..." and sighed.
Feeling awkward about it,
I was already hot, but now I felt even hotter.
Feeling stifled, I unzipped the collar just a tiny bit. A rush of pent-up heat escaped.
As it vented, I felt a little better.
...Come to think of it, I'd seen something like this before.
Wearing one to control the wild jiggling.
Please don't ask why I knew. Anyone into yuri might stumble across it eventually.
Tsk.
That's when the weirdness started.
Michelle, who'd been eyeing me with pity and disbelief, suddenly groaned.
"Kuh?!"
"Wh-What's wrong all of a sudden?"
She hunched over, face twisted in discomfort.
Was there an event like this?
Panicking, I realized the infirmary wasn't far.
That's what it was there for.
...Did unlocking the infirmary trigger a new event?
No idea.
Unlike seeing it in text and crude graphics, watching someone suffer in person made my heart race with urgency.
"L-Let's get to the infirmary first. It's close."
"Urgh...!"
I grabbed Michelle's wrist and headed there. She wasn't resisting much, or I couldn't have moved her, but we made it.
The infirmary door, which I'd expected locked, stood open.
...Probably forgot to lock it in the rush.
As a student character, I'd never had to worry about that detail—a blind spot.
Anyway.
I brought Michelle inside, locked the door, and sat her on the bed.
She was still gritting her teeth, panting heavily.
What was wrong?
...Stomachache?
"I-Instructor? Where does it hurt?"
As I debated using linked knowledge or summoning Undine,
Michelle gazed at me with hazy eyes, biting her lip.
Then her hand went to her lower body.
Ziiiip.
The sound of a zipper.
Sliiide.
While I panicked, her pants slipped down a bit.
And soon, protruding boldly between her plain panties,
a pillar stood erect before my eyes.
"Eh?"
"Plumeria... Teacher. S-Suddenly this... happened."
No way, what the hell was that doing there?
Michelle wasn't set as male? More than that, last night it definitely wasn't there!
"Uh, um...?"
My head spun. Through the monitor, I'd force-quit and blacked out, but facing the real thing now, no fainting in sight.
As I floundered, the upright pillar throbbed with veins, oozing fluid from the tip like it was showing off its arousal.
Clear liquid surged out, trickling down the shaft.
"Plumeria T-Teacher. Wh-What do I do? It's... so hard it hurts..."
"N-No, that's..."
She seemed delirious from the unfamiliar sensation. Maybe backlash from holding back outside—drool trickled from her mouth.
I didn't know why this was happening.
...But I had a solution.
These things usually resolved with a good release.
Avoiding her gaze, I said carefully,
"Um, just... touch the pillar with your hand... that should do it."
"H-How...?"
"Like... grab the hard part with your hand..."
This was insane.
Why was I, trapped in a game, explaining masturbation?
Self-loathing and frustration hit hard, but seeing her dazed face stirred something... odd.
Nothing like the text or crude graphic cards—this had real impact.
A stunning beauty, impossible in reality, looking only at me, begging for relief...
It twisted my feelings, bittersweet.
I was originally a guy, after all.
...Not really yuri, huh? Or something like that?
A twinge of guilt crept in.
So... just this once.
I'd help her.
Show her how, just once.
Silently rummaging the infirmary, I found gloves. Of course, this convenience-driven world had them ready.
Thin enough to feel everything clearly.
Gloving up, I approached slowly.
"...I'll show you how."
Throb.
"Remember it well..."
This was my fate.
Michelle nodded weakly.
I reached cautiously for the pillar. Without even touching it,
it felt... scorching hot.