Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Quiet Morning
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“Mm...”
I woke up to a soft, warm sensation.
Well, "woke up" might be a bit generous—I was still groggy, as if the sleep hadn't fully worn off.
El must have taken care of me, since there was no pain anywhere in my body. But it had been mentally exhausting too, so this was only natural.
Even without any aches, that heavy, sluggish feeling was unavoidable.
As I lay there in my hazy state, basking in the warmth and softness...
Something felt off.
I'd fallen asleep while being carried, so Michelle must have brought me to my room. That much was certain.
But...
Was my bed always this warm and fluffy?
I rubbed my eyes open, and sun-kissed, healthy-looking skin came into view.
Some parts were pale and creamy by contrast, starkly so.
Along with it, a familiar scent filled my nostrils.
A scent I could never forget.
Michelle's, no doubt.
I cautiously lifted my head, and there she was—eyes closed, breathing softly and steadily.
...Why the hell was she here?
Okay, sure, she was my roommate, so sharing a room made sense. But why was she sleeping while hugging me like this?
Michelle had me in a tight embrace, plain and simple.
Her firm arm was wrapped around my waist, and one of my thighs was wedged right between hers.
Her fluffy tail clung to that trapped thigh, flaunting its cozy presence.
Hot breath from deep within puffed out, warming the top of my head and tickling it.
Once I realized that, a scene flashed in my mind.
The kind from all-ages games called a "morning chirp." In adult-rated ones, it was the scene after intense... activities.
Sure enough, my face and head heated up. And with it came the usual guilt.
I quickly slipped out of her arms.
Any longer in there, and I might've given in to that warmth and softness without thinking.
She was holding me so firmly that I worried I couldn't escape, but my worries proved unfounded—her arms let go easily as I moved.
Meaning... her strength made it feel that way on my end.
Proof of just how frail this body was. I missed having muscles.
“Hoo...”
I let out a sigh as I extricated myself, and El's laughter echoed in my head.
- Good morning. Heh heh...
“...You must be really bored.”
- Don't say that—you'd be hurting my feelings. You're able to move around freely right now thanks to my care.
“That's... true. Thank you.”
- There you go.
I really was grateful.
Without her help, I'd probably still be stuck in Michelle's arms right now, squirming uncomfortably in that cozy embrace.
I sighed inwardly and checked the time.
It was earlier than I'd thought, so plenty of time to get ready.
I washed up as usual and stepped out to find some unusual clothes laid out in the changing area.
Strictly speaking, it was the "health teacher" outfit I occasionally wore... plus something I'd never touched: stockings.
The culprit was obviously El.
As my gaze fell on the clothes, she spoke up with a pleased chuckle.
- Planning to head out soon? I'll help you get ready for some leisure time outside.
“...I see.”
I was going to meet Irene, so dressing up a bit wouldn't hurt.
Heading to an important discussion in gym clothes felt off, even for me. I'd always dressed properly for sex ed classes, after all.
But... stockings were a bit much.
I sighed inwardly at the pantyhose from who-knows-where.
Grateful as I was for her fetching them... this was pushing it.
I put on the rest of the outfit, skipping those, and El muttered in a disappointed tone.
- My efforts...
If she'd been shameless about it, I might've ignored her. But that vulnerable voice tugged at me.
Obviously an act, yet it still got to me.
'...Fine, she did heal my body overnight.'
It felt like I was falling for it, but considering my last request—no hands involved—this was surprisingly tame...
...and kinda cute, in its own way.
Thinking back to when El appeared, I couldn't help but salivate a little.
The dignified queen, reduced to coquettish whining in front of her beloved—it was vivid.
No idea who that beloved might be right now, but still.
“Slurp...”
- Hm? What was that sound?
“Nothing.”
Anyway.
...I'd worn over-the-knee socks up to my thighs before, so this shouldn't be a big deal.
Putting them on felt like just an extra layer over panties.
That mindset in place, I slipped my foot into the pantyhose... but it felt weirder than expected.
A crisp, oddly cool sensation wrapped around my legs.
Even straightening out the wrinkles took forever—it was a hassle to put on.
That strange texture was tough to get used to, but honestly... my legs looked a little pretty in the mirror.
This petite, well-proportioned body had killer legs.
- See? My choice was spot on!
Where'd she even get these, though?
Definitely not in my closet.
Not a big deal anyway, so I left the changing area.
Why did wearing these make me feel cooler, though?
I wanted to complain that this was normal, but no one around to hear it.
After all that prep, I stepped outside to see Michelle blinking sleepily, ears drooping limply.
Her tail swayed unsteadily, like she'd just woken up.
She was weak in the mornings anyway.
After last night's intense... ordeal, no wonder she was out of it.
Her dazed, sloppy look—total opposite of her earlier growling—made me chuckle.
As I passed by the bed to tidy my clothes, her tail wrapped around my thigh.
“Eek!?”
Startled by the bizarre sensation, I yelped in an uncharacteristic voice. The tail stiffened against my thigh, then quickly withdrew.
Michelle shook her head side to side innocently, as if it wasn't on purpose.
Up close, her sleepy face drew a wry smile from me.
I finished sorting the clothes and spoke to her as she kept dozing off.
“I-I'm heading out for a bit.”
“...Yesss.”
Her mouth agreed readily, but her tail wrapped around my thigh again.
Still nodding off, she looked so out of it that I awkwardly scratched my cheek and barely wriggled free.
Leaving the staff dorms behind, I headed to Irene's room.
The academy on a weekend morning was quieter than expected.
At Irene's door, I knocked lightly.
Knock, knock.
The sound echoed, and soon I heard movement inside.
The door opened, revealing perky ears—Leona.
“Come in.”
“Ah, okay.”
Irene must've warned her I might show up.
I stepped through the door Leona held open with her curt voice and saw Irene seated gracefully at the table, sipping tea.
She noticed me right away, clasping her hands with fingers steepled, gazing at me softly.
“Ah, Teacher. You've arrived.”
She greeted me like something out of a detective novel, a shawl over semi-sheer sleepwear, smiling elegantly.
Snapping out of my daze, I approached and said,
“You're up already.”
“I figured you'd come. Haven't eaten yet, have you?”
“No.”
“Perfect—I prepared extra for you. Let's eat first.”
“...Sure.”
She'd been certain I'd show.
She didn't know what happened to me, but her assumption wasn't wrong.
Irene, spoon in mouth like a pipe, watched me sit with a strange expression.
“Something wrong?”
I tilted my head, and she stirred her milk tea with the spoon.
“Oh, that... You're wearing something new. It suits you.”
The stockings, probably.
Her comment made the chair's rub against them more noticeable.
- Heh heh... She recognizes my eye for fashion.
Don't embarrass me—be quiet.
I'd only worn them by chance, so I gave a faint smile. Irene sipped her milk tea, looking a bit sheepish.
Soon, Leona brought light breakfast foods to the table, and we sat to eat.
Mindful of Leona, Irene stayed quiet during the meal.
Finished, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin.
“Shall we... head out and talk more? I'll get ready quick—wait just a moment?”
“Sure.”
Irene stood and began preparing to go out with Leona.
Not stripping in front of me, of course—in the attached changing room.
...Felt like waiting for a date.
Though it was anything but.
Still... not a real date, so enjoying the vibe wasn't so bad.
As long as I didn't touch, right?
Thinking that,
I sipped the still-warm milk tea.
It was sweet.
Sweet like things would go smoothly from here on out.