Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: I Didn't Order a Refill Though?
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Philia was utterly bewildered by the current situation.
If asked whether she had any intention of letting this happen, she could proudly swear on her honor that the answer was absolutely not.
But what the hell was this situation right now?
She tensed her lower abdomen, replaying the events from the hallway just moments ago in her mind.
The image of Iris floated into her head.
A petite frame.
Hair that looked as soft as silk.
Eyes sparkling like jewels embedded in her face.
A figure that asserted its presence even beneath baggy clothes.
A sweet, intoxicating... scent.
It seemed that scent was the culprit.
The first conversation with Iris had been fine. Everything about it.
The crack began to form once they drew closer.
That faint, dense spirit fragrance wafting from afar when she'd first spotted Iris.
Philia hadn't thought much of it at first. She'd smelled it before, and it was such a pleasant aroma that her lips curled up involuntarily.
If it was good, there was no reason to dislike it.
She hadn't told anyone else, but it was pleasant enough that she'd gone out of her way to find an excuse to visit.
Even at this precarious hour, she'd come herself instead of sending someone else, and that was the hidden reason.
...She'd brushed it off to others as something a teacher should handle personally.
Anyway.
From a distance, inhaling that scent had eased the tension in her body, stiff from exhausting work.
Yes, it wasn't for any strange purpose.
Wasn't the infirmary fundamentally a place for checking cadets' conditions and health?
No need for contrived excuses—
No, she'd come out of courtesy, nothing more.
Even as she fiercely debated with herself in her mind, Philia realized as she got closer that the fragrance enveloping her was unusually thick.
Sniff, sniff.
Without realizing it, she took a deep breath, and a refreshing energy swept through her like it was cleansing her insides.
It felt even thicker than last time, somehow.
This was enough to make her jealous.
How could a human emit such a scent?
Philia didn't look down on humans in particular, but she couldn't help feeling a bit envious.
But even those feelings vanished as Iris stood right in front of her, the fragrance overwhelming everything.
Philia fought to keep her loosening lips in check, reciting the excuse she'd prepared as she continued the conversation.
It should have ended without issue.
But Philia, intoxicated by the scent—thicker than even returning to her homeland—soon buried her nose at its source and began sniffing greedily.
"Uh... President?"
Philia, lost in the forest of that aroma, snapped back to reality at Iris's voice. At the same time, a strange, lewd scent mingled with the spirit fragrance, tickling her nostrils.
It was Iris's bodily scent, clinging to her from the bizarre act they'd just been engaged in.
The blend of El's fragrance and her own body odor was intensely stimulating to Philia.
And then.
"Hic!?"
The scent swirling around her body suddenly ignited something within her, setting it ablaze.
Her emotions, unwittingly turning to lust, manifested as a rigidly erect pillar.
"M-Mommy!?"
The suddenly upright, elongated rod thrust between Iris's legs.
Startled, Philia tensed her body, causing the naturally arisen pillar to strain powerfully.
Something... ominous was happening.
This felt familiar, too.
But different from before.
The pillar, hard to the point of pain.
The fragrances and energies assaulting her senses, threatening to melt her brain.
And atop the pillar, that soft... body twitching as if teasing it.
Especially the supreme softness against her face made Philia's pillar throb desperately.
...Though the girl herself seemed oblivious.
Caught between unable to advance or retreat, Philia awkwardly followed Iris's lead into the infirmary.
By then, her patience had reached its limit.
'I want to touch it...'
Recalling how Iris had relieved her before made the already rigid thing even harder, standing straight up.
Her body shivered at the fabric's brush, saliva dripping from her tightly clenched lips.
All impure thoughts—of work, studies, longing for home—washed away by the scent.
All her desires converged on that small... no, not small at all, massively swollen pillar.
It grew ferociously large and hard.
"Hnn... Haa..."
Finally, Iris's tightening body caused her barely restrained urges to explode.
Iris seemed intent on leading her to the bed without touching the floor.
But Philia had no room for such thoughts now.
The immediate path to pleasure.
Was thrusting her hips against Iris's gym clothes, heated by her body warmth and fluids.
Precisely, between Iris's thighs—but Philia's mind was filled only with the need to soothe this painfully rigid thing quickly.
"P-P-President?!"
"Hff, hng, hnng..."
Philia wrapped her arms tightly around Iris's body and shook her hips vigorously.
Iris's breasts pressed against Philia's pale face like cushions, spreading out, releasing a molten fragrance that aroused her further.
Swish, swish!
The sound of fabric rubbing grew loud with her hip movements.
The sensation of the hard pillar gliding against soft, hot flesh felt better than expected.
"W-Wait a second..."
"Hoo, hoo..."
Philia desperately thrust her hips.
But something was missing. So she moved even more vigorously. In this position, it was the only way to gain pleasure.
"Nng, ahh... Ngh!?"
"I'm going crazy..."
Whether her efforts bore fruit.
From the flushed tip, transparent, sticky fluid gushed out!
Drip... drip.
Plop, plop.
Like a dog commanded to wait before food.
The sticky fluid splattered onto the floor.
Yet it still wasn't enough.
A voice of agony escaped Philia's lips.
"S-Something's lacking. It hurts... like it's going to burst. T-Teacher..."
Iris, holding Philia's face to keep from falling, swallowed a sigh and murmured softly.
"Maybe... put me down first?"
Having expelled the clear fluid, Philia regained a sliver of sanity and slowly moved her body.
Iris felt her tension ease slightly and let out a sigh of relief.
Thud.
As Philia took a halted step forward.
Iris's body, teetering like on a seesaw, slid down smoothly.
Her relaxed body slipped back like down a slide.
"Wha-what!?"
"Ugh!?"
Philia's upright pillar pointed downward, and Iris finally touched the floor as wished.
...Her butt first instead of feet, but the goal was achieved, anyway.
Having landed on the floor, Iris lay there on her back.
She'd managed a reasonably calm landing technique.
Philia gazed at Iris through hazy eyes.
Her top had ridden up, exposing a pale navel; the slightly loose pants had slipped down, revealing simple underwear.
On her wide hips, the too-small fabric pressed bulging white flesh visibly.
Elven eyesight missed nothing.
Getting aroused by another woman's body.
...But maybe it was fine right now.
"P-President? No, Philia?"
Snapping to, Philia blinked.
Her blurry vision sharpened a bit.
Along with a weight on her shoulder.
Iris's feet and ankles, wrapped in gym pants, came into view.
Following those pale legs led to 'it' towering between plump thighs.
The pillar squeezed between Iris's tight thighs stood erect, as if attached to her.
Without thinking, Philia moved her hips.
The slick sensation parting the thighs.
Felt... incredibly good.
The soft, warm skin satisfied the lacking pleasure.
Ah, this is it.
Philia's reason snapped.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sensation of the pillar moving between her thighs was vivid.
Each time Philia slammed her hips forward, the tip approached.
Close enough to see the hole oozing clear fluid.
As she'd thought last time, it was freakishly oversized.
Was this even a size a person could handle?
...Wouldn't it kill you if you put it in?
Not that she would, but the worry lingered.
Her mood was bizarre, but more than that, her body ached.
Lying in PT8 position... wasn't easy.
Thankfully, her flexible body and Philia's support made it bearable.
They say calm people are scarier when angry.
Philia, who seemed so composed, thrashed her hips like a madwoman in the end.
In technical terms, sumata.
Rubbing it between thighs.
She seemed to love it, pistoning wildly.
Like a dog charging at food with master's permission.
...She'd get mad if caught.
Still, aside from the slight strain, it was easy.
She did all the work; nothing for me to do.
Watching 'it' rise from my pelvis gave the illusion it was mine again—odd feeling.
Gym top nearly off to avoid zipper injury; Philia's pillar passing thighs rubbed crotch, navel, lower belly busily.
Stimulation in non-existent spots felt lewdly strange.
Thighs, crotch, lower belly slick with her tip's fluid.
Hearing the wet squelches made even me feel weird.
Closing eyes sharpened the intruding sensation; opening them, huge glans aggressively asserted itself.
...Fucking hell.
No other word fit this situation.
But I didn't blame Philia.
This was clearly someone's scheme; she was just caught in it.
Not insertion like Evelyn, so a bit more lenient?
...That freakish size still didn't get easier, though.
No thwack! thwack! from insertion.
While hoping she'd finish soon and zoning out.
I forgot something crucial.
Gurgle! Spurt! Spurt!
Realized only after she started ejaculating.
"I-It's coming out!"
With Philia's desperate cry.
Sticky white globs erupted from the tip, splattering my body.
On my dazed face, in my mouth, on breasts, belly, even between thighs.
Her essence marked me like territory, soaking my entire body hotly.
Clamping mouth shut in panic was a mistake.
Already-intruded sticky clumps slid down my throat.
Gulp.
Thick as swallowing honey whole, coating my throat.
The unexpected swallow.
...Tasted faintly sweet. Elves eat only fruit? Who knows.
"Urp..."
Regardless, retching rose.
Natural reaction.
But opening to retch let more in.
Clenching kept incoming stuff sliding down. Meanwhile, spurts piled on my face.
Size meant savage ejaculation.
Unable to retch, lying dumbly.
Something felt off.
Body itched.
Heart raced, breath quickened.
Something, something... strange was happening.