Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: I Won't Let It Slide
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"Ah, Plumeria... Teacher."
"...President."
The option of pretending not to see her and slipping away vanished immediately.
It hadn't been that long since she started commuting to the infirmary, but in that time, she'd never seen Philia pass by here without reason.
Which meant there was a slim chance it was just a coincidence.
But the probability that she'd come here specifically to see her was converging on 99.9%.
Thinking about pickup rates in gacha games, it wasn't entirely impossible—but the odds of pouring all your saved resources into a few pulls and hitting the ceiling felt vanishingly low.
"Good thing you're not late..."
And her hunch was spot on.
Philia, slick with sweat, approached her with shallow, panting breaths.
Her gaze fixed on her the whole time, as if meeting her had been the goal from the start.
She subtly averted her eyes from that gaze, which somehow felt scorching.
It wasn't fear of Philia's intensity—it was guilt nagging at her.
Something felt off, a bad premonition.
What would the spirit-loving Philia do if she learned about El's existence?
No telling, really.
Considering Irene's reaction, outright hostility seemed unlikely...
But would the opposite be unconditionally good? That was worth pondering too.
For now, since El had hidden her identity from Irene, she probably didn't want to reveal herself yet either—so best to keep it under wraps.
Having sorted her thoughts, she forced a smiling tone.
"Something wrong?"
As Philia drew closer, a sweet, vibrant fragrance wafted over—floral, or maybe fruity, hard to pin down.
It wasn't cloying; if anything, it carried a refreshing crispness.
...To think a scent like this could come from a person's body.
Oh, right—this woman was an elf.
But seriously, why was she here?
The only reason Philia ever sought her out was when that thing sprang up...
A quick glance at her lower half, though, and her skirt lay perfectly flat against the floor.
So it wasn't an erection.
...This was kinda ridiculous. Even if she was an elf, she was still a woman—worrying about erections like this.
She swallowed a secret sigh.
Then Philia swept her golden hair behind her ear, parted her lips, and got to the point.
...And it was something she hadn't anticipated at all.
"You know about tomorrow's practical session, but I stopped by to confirm."
"Oh."
"You haven't forgotten... have you?"
"O-of course not."
The practical.
Come to think of it, there had been talk of that last time.
The events after had burned so deeply into her mind that she'd momentarily overlooked it—but she hadn't truly forgotten.
"Practical" was vague on its own, but she knew exactly what it meant without explanation.
It was one of the early affection events in Freesia Electric.
A cliché-packed scenario where an accident happens, the protagonist resolves it, and affection points roll in.
Without a protagonist figure now, who knew how it'd play out.
They'd called it random, but picking certain options led to specific events and encounters.
Without anyone making choices, it might just be a peaceful session.
Thinking that way, maybe the protagonist really was the root of all evil.
"Teacher?"
"Ah, yes. Anything I need to prepare separately?"
"...Just the basics should do. Considering departure time, you'll need to come out a bit... earlier than usual."
She nodded silently at Philia's words.
Basics... probably first-aid supplies and such.
With El around, nothing should go wrong.
But every time, she'd demand "payment"—so maybe preparing while assuming only Undine was best.
Recalling the recent ordeal made her face heat up.
Then.
She heard someone sniffing.
Right in front of her face, so probably Philia.
But...
"P-President?"
"Haa..."
Philia brought her face close to her forehead, sniffing like someone savoring a drug, her expression dazed.
She could feel the air from her nostrils drawing in the faint sweat on her brow.
Her long ears twitched faintly.
"This... what kind of scent is it? Even back home, I've never felt such a thick spirit fragrance..."
Philia's voice echoed in her ears, El's in her mind.
A lovely fragrance rose from Philia's soft breasts pressed so close.
The strangely sensual air kept dragging her thoughts back to that kiss, muddling her head.
Heat radiated from the approaching breasts.
...Bet it'd feel nice and squishy to lean into.
No, snap out of it.
It's fine since it's girl-on-girl, right? She crumpled that complacent thought and tried to pull away.
"Eek!?"
Suddenly, her body tilted.
Something had touched her lower half and hoisted her up.
Flailing, she grabbed Philia, inwardly insisting this hug didn't count since it was unavoidable.
Thump, thump.
Her face buried in Philia's chest, her heartbeat boomed loudly.
For some reason, it kept accelerating, syncing with...
...between her thighs.
Something wedged between her legs throbbed in time with the heartbeat, thump, thump.
It took a moment to realize what was happening.
Not that she could have noticed sooner—it defied common sense.
Could a person's body really... lift someone up with an erection?
"Ahng..."
With Philia's lewd moan, it pulsed, making her body bob like a seesaw.
In this incomprehensible situation, she instinctively clung to Philia.
...Forgetting that she was the one with the erection.
"Haak...!"
Hugging her back, another lewd groan escaped as her body lifted again.
Honestly, it was a little scary.
Who could stay calm with her toes barely brushing the floor because of an erection?
"P-President, wh-what's... suddenly...?"
"I-I don't know... either..."
Desperate to get down, she gripped Philia's shoulders and shifted.
Aiming to find purchase with her toes.
But maybe from being with El beyond the screen earlier...
Her body was slick, making it tricky. Every move snagged on the veins bulging along the shaft.
Worse, escaping made it stand straighter, pressing her tighter against Philia.
...She'd thought it before, but the sheer outlandish size left her mind blank.
"T-Teacher. P-please... don't move? E-every time you do—"
"O-okay."
Philia's frantic plea snapped her back; she gripped her shoulders and took deep breaths.
Riding atop it, she couldn't see Philia's face.
It was buried in her own chest, naturally.
But her long ears, flushed scarlet, were in plain view.
Philia, anxious about her precarious swaying, kept her gripped tight and spoke.
"...Th-this is... troublesome. Really."
Her trembling voice didn't sound intentional.
...Why did the students keep ending up like this? Whoever was behind it, she wanted to track them down and make them pay.
Separate from that, she couldn't fathom the goal.
That must be why Irene questioned her with such a puzzled look.
What glory or riches justified this nonsense?
Anger welled up, tensing her body unbidden.
...Which squeezed Philia's shaft between her thighs.
"Ahng!?"
"Ah, s-sorry!"
Philia hugged her fiercely, waist quivering to stay upright.
Each tremor shook the hardness between her thighs.
Her gym clothes spared sensitive spots stimulation, but she desperately wanted out of this.
Best bet: shift off the shaft herself. But moving only spurred Philia to erect it further.
...Better to keep going until she came, or head inside and use the bed.
Either way, no letting Philia climax in the hall—so infirmary it was.
"Let's go inside first."
"...Y-yes."
With Philia's face buried in her chest, each word sent hot puffs against her skin.
...Vision blocked too, so she patted her face to guide direction.
Holding Philia's head firm to keep still felt... something.
No choice, with the shaft pulsing relentlessly.
Cursing the culprit, she barely made it inside.
Her toes still dangled, nowhere near the floor.
Click.
The door shut, and Philia panted raggedly.
"T-Teacher, now... wh-what... u-ugh... ah... no more... ugh..."
Philia groaned miserably, then rocked her hips.
Shlick, shlick.
The rubbing of her massive shaft against the gym clothes echoed loudly.
Each time, the huge, hot mass shifted vividly between her thighs.
"Hng... haa... heek... hek..."
"T-to the bed, please... put me down if you could."
"Hngh... hng... y-yes...!"
Philia looked far worse than when it first surged.
Step.
"Hweek...!"
She took a step, the upright shaft pressing her butt.
This had to be a joke!
Whether she screamed inwardly or not.
It showed no sign of subsiding.