Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Teacher, Instructor, and the Uninvited Guest
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As I reached out absentmindedly, I realized that grabbing Michelle's like this would shove it right in my face, so I pulled back for a moment.
"...Plumeria Teacher?"
"W-Wait just a second."
No matter how you sliced it, I didn't have a fetish for having that dangled in front of my face.
Even if it was attached to a beautiful girl.
I backed away and pondered what position to take, eyeing her rigid pillar.
Beneath the stiffly erect shaft, a neat slit split cleanly.
...So she really has both.
That's why they call it futanari, I guess.
I knew the concept, but seeing it with my own eyes for the first time felt kinda surreal. Enough that I stared openly, oblivious to how rude it was.
"T-Teacher?"
"Ah, uh, yeah."
I jolted upright, suddenly aware that I'd been staring a hole through Michelle's precious parts.
"S-Sorry."
"...It's... okay."
I looked up at her, and she averted her gaze, face flushed red. The fluffy ears atop her head drooped limply downward, transparently betraying her feelings.
Up until now—well, just yesterday and today, really—her tail had only swished lazily, but now it thrashed against the bed in clear displeasure.
Though she herself seemed oblivious to it.
A strange feeling washed over me.
It would've been better if I hadn't been a guy just a couple days ago, and if there wasn't a towering pillar sprouting from her lower half.
...Anyway.
According to cliché, leaving things like this might lead to an explosion. And that was absolutely not an option, so I climbed onto the bed and plastered myself against her back.
I didn't want to, but to satisfy my own convenience and resolve her issue, this position seemed like the only choice.
Her firm body squished my padding a little, but the thick gym uniform provided a decent buffer.
I guided Michelle's hand to her rigidly erect pillar and overlaid mine on top.
"Nnh...!"
She reacted instantly. Even that faint stimulation drew a shallow moan from her as the pillar twitched.
Thump! Thump!
I could feel the throbbing in my hand.
Is it supposed to pulse like this? I didn't really remember details from when I did it myself, so it threw me off a bit.
But given the sheer size, I figured that was just how it was.
"Uh, um... ah. Grip it like you're holding a sword. Then... just stroke it."
"...Yes?"
Too complicated?
I sighed inwardly, not wanting to do it myself, but slowly ran my hand along her pillar anyway.
Even through my gloves, the tip oozed thickly, leaving my hand slick.
...No matter how fuzzy my memories were, it never felt this sloppy back then.
Fine, whatever. What good was my old common sense here anyway?
My hand glided smoothly over her pillar, coated in the sticky, hot fluid.
Each time my fingers crested the ridge, Michelle's body shuddered. Her tail, which had been slapping the bed, coiled around me—but I didn't notice until later.
"Ahh...!"
"Hoo...!"
Michelle stifled a moan, enduring the pleasure. Meanwhile, I kept stroking diligently beside her... feeling my arm start to ache.
Since it wasn't even mine, it was just tiring, with zero sense of accomplishment.
If anything, the sticky sensation seeping through my gloves was annoying.
...The one silver lining? Getting to see a beauty like her unraveling.
Whether from text descriptions or my own eyes, she clearly devoted herself solely to swordsmanship. Seeing her undone by something as trivial as part of her body... it stirred an odd feeling.
Sadly, she was learning men's pitiful weakness firsthand.
Twitch.
"Eek."
As I stroked while trying to think of other things, I felt the veins bulging like it was about to burst.
I really didn't want to feel it pulsing so vividly.
"...Looks like it's almost over, so you can finish the rest yourself—huh? W-Wait."
Michelle, who had been panting silently, started stroking along with my hand. I said do it yourself, but you don't need my hand too, right?!
But shaking off her grip was near impossible with my strength, and her tail had me locked tight, so escaping wasn't an option.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Sounds on a whole other level from my half-hearted strokes echoed out.
"Ah, aaah!"
She moved so fiercely that fluid splattered everywhere from the pillar.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
I pressed closer to dodge the spray, and the pillar throbbed upward! I averted my eyes, unable to look.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Something surged visibly up the shaft.
Then—spurt! Spuuurt!
A forceful launch rang out noisily.
I peeked and saw the off-white fluid splattered across the bed and curtains.
...This wasn't normal. How could a person produce this much?
I stared at the pillar with a queasy expression, and it was still dribbling thick white globs like a leaky faucet.
"Haa...!"
Soon, the spurting pillar began to shrink.
I decided not to dwell on how that was even possible.
I carefully peeled off my now-soaked, pointless gloves and said,
"I-Instructor? Could you let go now...?"
"...Sorry."
"No need to apologize or anything..."
Michelle finally snapped out of it and uncoiled her tail from around me.
I felt a rush of relief, like a belt finally loosening, and hurried off the bed.
...Looking around from down here, it was... impressive.
If it were red instead of white, you'd think someone died.
I kept my voice calm as I turned to the bewildered Michelle.
"For now, Instructor, you should head back. I'll handle the cleanup."
"...You sure that's okay?"
"Yeah... sure."
She could've offered to help, but she seemed eager to escape the scene of her own crime, still in disbelief.
"...Then, see you back in the dorm. I have an idea... we can talk more then."
"Sure. Go on ahead."
And with that, I sent Michelle out of the infirmary. Once she was gone, I opened the windows first. It being the weekend, no one should be wandering nearby.
I aired out the room and surveyed the mess she'd left behind.
Cleaning this up would be a chore.
Then I remembered 'Undine' from yesterday.
...I wouldn't have to do it myself.
"Undine."
I felt bad calling her for this, but honestly... anyone would understand, right?
Unlike my guilt, the tiny girl bubbling up from my palm wordlessly handled it without complaint.
Not a drop left behind, she whisked it all away down the sink.
A splash of what I assumed was alcohol finished the job.
What a mess.
Thinking back on it all, the game screen I'd seen before entering this world came to mind.
Added mods, unlocked infirmary, and... male parts sprouting on the heroine characters.
Judging by Michelle's, it matched the grown-out version up top.
...Not that it made the size any more acceptable, but whatever.
"Sigh..."
What the heck did they want from me?
I slumped into the chair at the desk where I'd first opened my eyes on day one, letting my body go limp.
My utter lack of stamina hit me again.
As I leaned back with bleary eyes...
Rustle.
Something moved. Thinking it might be a bug, I snapped my eyes open. Someone bolted out from under the covers of a nearby bed by the entrance.
"Huh?"
A glimpse of pale, watery blue hair vanishing out the infirmary door.
Oh shit, my brain screamed. I shot up and chased after the mystery girl.
"H-Hey! Wait! Stop!"
The girl was fast.
By the time I burst out of the infirmary, she'd already rounded the corner.
I gave chase at full speed.
And the result...
"Uwaaack!"
Nothing. Zilch.
My already exhausted body gave out completely.
Undine popped into my head too late—spilled milk.
She could clean up spills, but no way to track a vanished girl.
I trudged back to the infirmary and checked the bed she'd burst from.
...Sure enough, signs someone had been sleeping there.
Weekend and all, why nap in the infirmary instead of her own room?
Though it was partly my fault for not locking up...
Still, not the absolute worst outcome.
The hair color and petite build I glimpsed...
One character came to mind.
Separate from that...
I covered my face with both hands and collapsed onto the bed in defeat.
Nothing was going right.
...A sweet fragrance lingered on the bed where the girl had lain.