Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: A Fragrant and Sweet Person
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They said it wouldn't come out if you squeeze!
Betrayal made my body tremble, and my head felt like it was overheating, steam practically rising from it.
It wasn't anything else—it was the breast milk that was supposed to not come out no matter how much you squeezed, now gushing out since morning and soaking my clothes damp.
I have no idea how much cold sweat I broke out in while explaining it to Michelle.
...Though what surprised me the most was Michelle sniffing right in front of my face, but anyway, it was all Evelyn's fault.
If the milk hadn't come out, Michelle wouldn't have shoved her face in like that!
Honestly, my heart hurt.
If I kept my guard up like usual, I might not have minded, but right after waking up, with Michelle... no, even if it wasn't her, anyone from this place would make me zone out for a moment.
With a beautiful girl pressing her face close, emanating a pleasant fragrance—how could anyone stay unaffected? That'd be weirder.
The moment my dazed mind drew in a breath, that soft, fluffy scent tried to flood me with happiness.
Before I knew it, I might cross the line and barge right in.
So I had to stay sharp.
There was definitely some reason why using the water onahole on the students and making substitutes felt off.
Anyway.
Evelyn had made this morning incredibly awkward for me.
After hearing my story, Michelle muttered with a serious face.
"That's a big problem. Then shouldn't we squeeze out more right away?"
"Probably...?"
I mumbled blankly in response, and Michelle looked at me with a grave expression before speaking up.
"I'll help."
"Ah, um."
But I flinched, recalling yesterday's events, and I noticed Michelle's ears droop and her tail, which had been swishing, point straight down toward the floor.
Even so, her face remained as stoic as ever, so I had to chew the inside of my cheek to hold back a laugh.
Was it okay for her stoic face to be this cute?
Seeing in person what was described in text as 'Her tail and ears couldn't hide her emotions' packed a real punch...
Yeah, Michelle's trustworthy.
Sure, there was that unfortunate incident yesterday, but if I let something like that shrink me back, wouldn't that just mean I'd lost?
I rubbed my sleepy, crusty eyes and murmured softly.
"I'd appreciate the help."
Her tail and ears immediately started flapping excitedly.
I might end up chewing through the flesh inside my mouth at this rate.
For some reason, I could taste a faint bitterness like iron.
Meanwhile, Michelle brought over a deep bowl, set it on the bed, and said cautiously.
"Then... could you take off your outer clothes and lie face down?"
Why a plate?
And lie face down?
Questions arose, but Michelle's expression was utterly serious, so I silently undressed while repeating to myself in my head.
It's nothing weird, no need to be embarrassed.
I took off my outer clothes and lay face down, feeling a heaviness.
Was it always like this? Or maybe it really was because of the milk inside...
Tok.
Soon, Michelle undid my undergarments, making it feel even heavier.
My breasts settled softly into the bowl beneath me, the cold sensation sending a chill.
Michelle let out a troubled voice at the unexpected situation and asked carefully.
"It seems tough to do it here. Is it okay to move?"
"Huh? Yeah... sure."
I nodded, and she lifted me up while I was still face down.
My vision rose like I was on a ride, making my heart pound.
Man, her strength is insane... I'm jealous.
Even if my body is small now, it's not light enough to lift so easily.
Thus transported to the bathroom, I was...
In Michelle's firm, long fingers...
Milked—squish, squuuueeze.
She gently wrapped her fingers around my nipple, then pressed down firmly with her palm, and white streams spurted out, splat, splat, onto the bathroom floor.
It flowed out far more easily than when Evelyn clumsily groped and sucked at it.
It'd be a lie to say it didn't feel strange, but it was still better than back then.
As I let out a gasp of admiration, she spoke from behind me, her voice tinged with satisfaction.
"I helped milk cows at the ranch when I was little. I never imagined it'd come in handy like this."
"Ah-ha..."
Hearing an unknown backstory was fun, but it made me realize what Michelle had planned to do just moments ago.
...At least it was just this milking. Thank goodness?
If my breasts were even a little smaller, she'd have milked me like a cow for real— the thought was utterly bizarre.
Thank goodness? Could I even call it that?
"Nngh..."
Even so, thanks to my boosted stats, the faint lewd sensation was bearable.
Once it all seemed squeezed out and things quieted, Michelle released my breasts.
I steadied my slightly ragged breathing, thanked her, and left the room.
She kindly offered to clean up, so I didn't have to stay with my face flushed.
Ha.
Evelyn, seriously.
I headed to the infirmary, burning with rage toward her.
"Teacher Iris? Is something wrong?"
"Huh? No? Why?"
At Iris's nonchalant reply, Charlotte shook her head vigorously and popped a cookie from the table into her mouth.
The sweet, crunchy cookie was delicious, but for some reason, Charlotte kept fixating on Iris.
Of course it was natural to worry.
She had realized what exactly she'd done to Iris.
Didn't that mean she had to take responsibility for the teacher?
She was still an academy student, but legally an adult, so marriage wouldn't be an issue.
Her parents might not approve... but spilled water couldn't be gathered back up.
Completely forgetting Michelle had been there too, Charlotte's fantasies branched out further.
Did they even allow same-sex marriage? And what about kids—
Charlotte blanked out for a moment before resuming her thoughts.
'She told me not to say anything yet...'
The spirit's warning—or suggestion—with its eerie aura.
It felt like breaking it would bring bad luck, so she kept her mouth shut...
On the other hand, she was relieved. It gave her time to sort out her confused feelings calmly.
And the biggest worry occupying her mind was...
Would Teacher Iris hate it?
She treated me so kindly, so she probably didn't dislike me, at least...
'Hoo...'
Charlotte let out a soft internal sigh.
Making magic tools felt far simpler and easier by comparison.
Especially for her, who had lived without even knowing the 'yeon' in 'love,' let alone being a beginner.
But thinking of her alchemy-loving parents made her heart flutter a bit, which felt strangely odd.
...Wait, did that mean her parents did that to make her?
Charlotte felt her face heat up.
Even as she envisioned a rosy future amid patchy thoughts, she recalled the student council's recent announcement and hardened her expression.
...Now that she thought about it, 'that' was something the student council had banned.
They wouldn't apply the rules retroactively, but it was still prohibited.
Maybe the pink future she imagined wasn't possible.
What if, when the time came to confess, Iris glared at her coldly?
Not something she wanted to picture.
It hadn't been long since they met, but Iris felt warm, like someone she'd known forever.
...Sure, her body was soft too, but that wasn't the main part.
To Charlotte, far from home, she was like a close friend—the one person she could rely on and act spoiled with.
If Iris could read her thoughts, she might find it a bit heavy, but Iris, sipping tea, seemed oblivious.
Unaware of anything, she zipped her gym uniform all the way up to her neck and inwardly chewed out Evelyn.
Iris gnawing at Evelyn inside her mind, like chewing squid tentacles, looked oddly amusing.
As if asserting her masculinity, her legs were spread wide and stretched out freely, and she gulped down lukewarm tea like it was cool.
Even if she choked and coughed, making her ample breasts jiggle, she thought it was manly.
Good thing Charlotte couldn't see that bizarre sight clearly...
Then.
Knock, knock, rattle!
Cotton candy seemed to float in as she knocked.
The one who opened the door was Evelyn, with dark circles under her eyes.
Despite boldly opening the door, she timidly averted her gaze as she cautiously approached Iris.
Her eyes met Charlotte's, and she blinked.
'Who's that?'
She didn't know who, but seeing Iris casually enjoying tea and cookies with her didn't sit right.
But.
"Come in, Student Stout."
"Yep."
As the sinner, all she could do was present today's results to her master.
Evelyn chatted with Iris under Charlotte's gaze.
But with no achievements matching her hollow eyes, her mood wasn't great.
As she stared at Iris seated in the chair, Evelyn noticed.
Iris's clothes gradually dampening.
...What the heck did I create?
The nutty fragrance already wafting up revived memories of that day, stirring complicated feelings.
"Huh?"
And she wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Ah, Teacher Iris, your clothes are getting wet."
"What? Oh..."
Iris shot Evelyn a displeased glance upon realizing.
Already stalled on making the 'onahole,' Evelyn felt like she was on pins and needles.
...Maybe she should just hurry off to 'practical training.'
At least then she wouldn't have time for this.
Being in the subordinate position was pure agony.