Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: An Awkward Awakening
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Chirp chirp
"Huff... huff..."
Philia panted for breath, feeling her blurred vision clear as she snapped back to her senses.
Right away, an incredibly thick, concentrated scent tickled her nose—one so bizarre it stirred up strange, indecent feelings. Philia shook her head desperately to fend it off.
Her soft golden locks, which should have swayed gently, were drenched in all sorts of fluids, clinging limply to her body and wriggling with every twitch.
Finally steeling herself, Philia lowered her gaze to the floor.
"...Hic."
She drew in a sharp breath at the sight of Iris sprawled out in a wretched state.
Iris looked so horrific it was painful to even keep her eyes open.
The panties that had covered her rear and privates were in tatters, beyond useless now. They made even a filthy rag look pristine by comparison.
Red handprints glared angrily on her pale buttocks, where the shredded panties dangled. From the inflamed pink slit between, sticky globs of off-white sludge dripped down in heavy dollops.
Her bloated belly swelled out so much it seemed ready to slosh audibly, like a woman in the early stages of pregnancy.
It looked a little slimmer each time a massive gush of semen leaked out. Which meant her gut was packed full of that very sludge.
Who the hell did something so utterly depraved to Teacher...!
Grinding her teeth in savage fury, Philia cupped her face in both hands as her cheeks burned red.
'It was me.'
How the hell did things end up like this?
She replayed the recent events in her mind, cradled within her pale palms.
After dipping back and forth between Iris's thighs, savoring that soul-melting pleasure she'd tasted before, Philia had figured it would finally die down.
But this time felt different somehow.
A nagging, unresolved stickiness lingered.
Whatever—as long as it went away.
...She was more worried about being rude to Iris. Gentle as she seemed, surely this would hurt her feelings.
But reality didn't follow her script.
For starters, "that thing" should've vanished entirely, but it'd only shrunk a bit—still drooping heavily, jutting from her lower body.
Even worse, the docile Iris suddenly begged to be released and started squirming frantically.
The sight was...
Incredibly stimulating, for some reason.
Once the gym shorts tangled at her ankles slipped free, Philia's eyes locked onto Iris's long, pale, impossibly soft-looking legs. Staring blankly, she spotted the plain panties underneath.
Already soaked through with fluids, glimpses of pink flesh winked through the fabric. Each clumsy leg twitch made the material stretch and snap back repeatedly.
Moving around drenched in the mess she had sprayed everywhere... it was insanely provocative.
And what came next was even more so.
"T-Teacher?!"
Iris reached the desk and rummaged frantically, like she was hunting for something. Then she pressed a bizarrely shaped tool against her lower body.
A low vibration hummed to life, followed by Iris's stifled moan echoing faintly through the room.
Pssht!
Sticky fluid squirted out, flooding the infirmary with its cloying aroma.
Philia, mesmerized by the lewd display despite herself, felt her wilted "thing" stiffen right back up.
Splurt!
The puckered hole twitched visibly through her drenched panties.
A wave of dizziness hit Philia; she stumbled, fumbling in her bosom.
A condom tumbled out from her disheveled clothes.
...Not for any perverted reason. She'd just been carrying it after hearing Iris's story.
But no such luck.
Trying to roll it on like Iris's demonstration, it felt unbearably tight.
It didn't even come close to covering everything.
Yanking it off in defeat, Philia's eyes fell on that pretty pink slit—glistening wet, twitching hungrily.
Throb!
Of course it'd swell even fiercer after the condom tease.
Realizing Iris's "upper method" and toy were just proxies for shoving it right there, Philia...
Mumbled nonsense and lunged.
...Leading to the mess right in front of her now.
Lowering her pale hand, Philia let out a heavy sigh and approached Iris.
Reasons could wait—assessing her condition came first.
Up close, though... "fine" was far too generous a word.
Given Iris's petite frame, it was a miracle she'd taken all of Philia at all.
...Is she okay?
Hard to believe even after doing it herself... but she'd felt that massive thing pistoning in her tiny hole firsthand. Worry hit late, as it often did.
Philia checked Iris's breathing, her pulse.
Which meant laying the ass-up fainted woman down properly.
...That bulging belly filled her view again.
Without thinking, Philia pressed down hard.
"Hngk!?"
Gloop! Gloop!
An obscene torrent of liquid poured out.
Turning away from the gruesome sight, Philia convinced herself Iris was safe.
Forcing the thought, she set about cleaning her up.
The rag-panties were trash now; best to toss them. And those floor puddles needed wiping too.
'...No wonder she calls on spirits for help.'
Coming from her own body, it didn't feel dirty... but damn, it was sticky and there was so much.
It kept oozing out while she worked—only natural. Iris's swollen gut had deflated nicely by now, though white dribbles still trickled from her tiny hole.
'Does it always come out like this?'
Never covered in her lessons; total unknown for Philia.
Anyway.
Iris stayed out cold through the infirmary scrub-down, so Philia summoned her contracted spirit to wash her clean.
Staring at Iris—lower half bared, top barely covering—Philia jolted back to reality, grabbed the scattered bottoms, and dressed her.
The leaks had mysteriously stopped anyway; should be fine.
Now Philia agonized.
No way to apologize or explain until Iris woke up. And no signs of that anytime soon.
'...What to do.'
After some thought, Philia tapped Iris's shoulder with utmost care.
"Teacher...?"
"Mm... hn..."
But Iris wouldn't stir.
Philia debated a firmer shake, then remembered her handiwork and backed off.
'Please no major injuries.'
As worry for Iris gnawed at her, she suddenly slapped her own cheeks to scatter the thoughts.
Kept flashing back to that huge thing ravaging the tiny body.
No glaring red flags, at least to Philia's eye...
Even a total novice like her could tell something felt off.
'Now that I think about it.'
Why'd she suddenly... go feral like that midway?
Crawling on the floor? Anyone could've seen that was weird.
But without Iris awake to explain, no answers here.
Glancing out the window: sun down, moon rising.
'...No choice.'
Philia gently scooped Iris up from the bed.
So heartbreakingly light.
What horrors had she inflicted on someone this fragile?
Her face hardened—then flushed beet red.
Trying to dwell on her sins just summoned vivid replays.
'...'
We'll sort it out once Teacher wakes.
Forcing the resolve, Philia carried Iris out of the infirmary.
The academy halls lay silent under encroaching night.
Borrowing her spirit's power, Philia crept carefully toward the dorms.
...Handy having a solo room.
Ideal for letting Iris recover without raising alarms.
En route, Philia glanced down at Iris cradled in her arms.
She looked so serene—no hint of the ordeal.
'...'
Her body felt impossibly soft... and warm.
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"Mm..."
A cold touch on my face roused me slowly.
Blinking, I saw a ceiling—familiar, yet somehow off.
My nose caught a sweet, crisp scent.
In the corner of my fuzzy vision, Undine bobbed lazily.
Looked like she'd splashed water on my face to wake me.
Or not—showing up uninvited like that... probably El.
Nailed it. El giggled with exaggerated flair, her voice piping straight into my head.
"Body feeling okay?"
"Ah."
"Someone else is here—better keep it quiet."
Last night's chaos flooded back at El's question; I bolted upright—only to slump again at her follow-up.
Running a self-check, my body felt shockingly intact considering the monstrosity it'd endured.
"Looking good. My efforts paid off."
...Huh?
Wait, then you couldn't help during? That won't fly...
"This one? Eh, call it payment for the show. Nothing to sweat over."
El spouted cryptic nonsense, then poofed away on her whim.
"Haa..."
I heaved a deep sigh, finally scanning my surroundings to figure out where I was.
And there...
"..."
Philia slept on in gauzy pajamas.
Her lower half was flat as a board.
Me eyeing that voluptuous outline bottom-first first... pity? Yeah, that about summed it up.
Right then.
Philia's eyes fluttered open languidly.
Blink. Blink.
Her cheeks bloomed pink.
We locked eyes in thick, awkward silence.
Neither of us knew quite how to break it.
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