Chapter 66
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Beneath the Surface
Stop!
Bubble, bubble.
Diving into the water had been completely unexpected.
I'd been diving so much just moments ago that it had become a habit of sorts.
Which meant... staring at that thing now standing tall underwater wasn't something I'd planned.
It wasn't like I wanted to look.
Michelle's thing, which I hadn't seen in ages, looked a little different from the first time I'd laid eyes on it.
People often describe a cock as a long mushroom.
...And it's not just an expression—it's spot on. The tip's a bit bigger, and boom, perfect mushroom match.
There's a good reason everyone uses that comparison.
But... what I was seeing now with Michelle was somehow different.
I'd never seen another species' junk, let alone an animal's, so I couldn't say what it resembled.
Still, it was definitely a different texture from a human's. That much I could tell.
They joke about calling it a club sometimes, but right now, "club" fit Michelle's sprouting cock perfectly.
...Red and veiny, rock-hard—it looked seriously intimidating.
The kind of thing you'd spot as alien in a heartbeat.
Then, as if sensing my gaze, Michelle's twitched! and jerked.
I flinched in surprise and started to pull back a little, but a splash from someone else entering the water made me turn around.
A tight, straight slit came into hazy view.
...At this point, pretending to hide underwater just to avoid eye contact was ridiculous, so I meekly surfaced.
"Oh, Health Teacher."
"What a coincidence~."
"Bubble, bubble... Yeah, tell me about it."
I peeked out like a crocodile eyeing prey, and they greeted me with bright smiles.
"Gulp."
Perky breasts and some pretty sizable ones were on display.
Beautiful shapes, flawless skin.
These were the kinds of women who'd be models or actresses in the real world, grinning at me—how could my face not light up?
I just smiled sheepishly and blew bubbles from my mouth.
"So cute."
Seemed like those two were the only additions.
The good news? Their main goal was enjoying the bath more than checking me out—they stared for a bit but didn't approach.
They just soaked in the tub, chilling.
Relaxed, I chatted with them in a looser tone about nothing important.
Stuff from practice day or whatever random chit-chat.
Then.
I felt Michelle, right behind me, pull me in.
Her hand settled in the dip between my waist and hips, hugging me with a mix of gentleness and roughness.
Splash—warm, plush softness pressed against the back of my neck. Firm abs ground into my ass, and between my thighs...
...that "thing" from earlier stood rigid and proud.
While I panicked, the others reacted quick.
The two up front, who'd been bathing and chatting with me, froze for a second before speaking up.
"Sword Instructor's here too?"
"...Bubble bubble."
One was desperately avoiding eye contact with Michelle, looking downright terrified.
Unlike them sticking to expected behavior, Michelle's move threw me off.
I had no clue why she'd suddenly yanked me close.
Maybe overcome with lust and going feral? But she wasn't shoving it in or grinding, so probably not.
What the hell?
Still, those soft, pillowy breasts felt damn nice against me.
The two students ahead gave me weird looks and said,
"...You two seem pretty close?"
"Y-yeah, kinda...? We share a room and all."
"Oh... "
Was she showing off our friendship...?
Mid-convo, Michelle's hard thing twitched again.
...Didn't like me talking to other people, maybe?
Chewing it over, game-Michelle did get pretty possessive after you romanced her.
Didn't realize it extended to friends, though. Guess life's full of real-world lessons like that.
If only... that stiff rod wasn't there.
...Seriously, without this.
As I thought about meeting Irene tomorrow, a student sidled closer and gasped in awe.
"Whoa... your boobs are really floating!"
"No way..."
"...Ahaha."
Even I was shocked, so no surprise about the others.
The problem? Their stares—piercing at first—were starting to feel... heavy.
Sticky, almost?
Some kind of unspoken desire hung in the air.
And that sealed it.
"Can I touch them? Just once?"
"Yeah, it's so weird."
Proactive hands incoming.
Thinking back on the games I'd played, friends totally pulled pranks like this.
...The shady loli types usually didn't, but these students seemed innocent enough.
So... no real reason to say no. I nodded faintly.
Not because I wanted the soft touch or anything.
A few of them crowding me was a bit much, but whatever.
Thing I overlooked, though.
With fewer people, the lively market vibe died, replaced by something ambiguously steamy.
"Oh..."
"Wow..."
The two students' hands slipped under my breasts, splashing playfully.
Maybe from earlier with Evelyn, my sensitive body started reacting bit by bit.
Before I knew it, my nipples stiffened.
Spotting that, the students went blank-faced and flicked them.
"Hngh... D-don't touch there."
"...Okay."
Atmosphere got weird fast. Figuring they'd avoid that and all was good, they went to town on my floating tits—trying every trick.
Palms cradling them was basic; stroking, poking, all sorts.
That was issue one.
Issue two hit right after.
Naturally, Michelle—still rock-hard between my thighs.
Every breast squeeze tensed my body, which obviously teased her thing.
Her breathing grew ragged. Hating my little interaction session, she wrapped her arms tighter around my lower belly.
Nose buried in my hair, she murmured low—too quiet for the breast-obsessed duo to hear.
"...Teacher Iris."
I nodded faintly in response.
Michelle's voice followed, hot and sticky.
"What happened in the health room today...?"
"Huh?"
It flowed into my stiffened ear.
"You didn't show, so I checked the health room. Voices were leaking out. Your scent was thick. I blocked other students, so I didn't see what you were doing, but..."
Doubt and desire tangled in her tone.
"What... did you do?"
I felt emotions crammed down tight. Her unknowable voice sent chills down my spine.
Like shoving my head into a beast's maw.
The two students—who shouldn't have heard—shuddered anyway. If they felt it, imagine me, the target.
Growing up safe and sound, this was all so foreign.
My head spun with scattered thoughts.
Truth was simple.
Just say... I was making a tool.
Honestly, did it even matter to Michelle what I'd done?
Worst case, whatever it was—reason for her to stab me?
...Well, it was kinda embarrassing...
"N-nothing weird... I-I didn't do anything...?"
"Not... weird... Got it. For you, Teacher..."
She mumbled something, then started growling like she couldn't hold back anymore.
The thing between my thighs burned hotter, harder. Her grip tightened fiercely.
Sensing things going south, I tried to stand.
But as I lifted my hips a smidge, Michelle's iron grip yanked me back down.
Worse still—that thing between my thighs was prying at my hole.
"M-Michelle?"
"I've been... holding back... but for you, Teacher... it's nothing..."
—Oh no...
El's voice sounded oddly amused.
Bubble, bubble.
No sound reached me.
We were underwater.
But I felt it pushing into me, inch by inch. My head heated up, dizziness crashing in—my body lurched forward.
The students ahead caught me.
I looked up; they stared back, panting roughly.
Then they spoke.
"T-Teacher... Th-that, it... it grew on me..."
"M-me too..."
Their eyes gleamed with raw lust.
Their stiff cocks sprouting blatantly as they closed in.
I sensed doom and opened my mouth to speak—
Splash!
Michelle's rammed deep inside me. My body jolted forward, face dunked in the water.
I blacked out.