Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: In the Alley
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It was a bit absurd.
No, maybe I already knew it deep down.
After all, I'd seen Irene's fatally seductive allure—the kind that made her seem capable of anything.
If she'd ever witnessed or experienced proper seduction, she never would have acted so clumsily.
So... it might come across as a bit clichéd.
Irene held a status she considered quite noble in her own right.
She wasn't immune to such things... no, she clearly had no experience with the real deal.
That's why she'd reacted so strongly to something minor, like her stockings tearing a little.
I knew she had that kind of... setup, but wasn't this taking it a bit too far?
Just catching a glimpse of it and getting so rigidly erect like that.
It was no different from pitching a tent at the mere whisper of wind.
That phrase echoed in my mind again: reality is the true battlefield.
Even with all the information I had, I couldn't confidently vouch for its accuracy anymore.
What I knew in my head and what was unfolding right before my eyes were similar at times, but more often than not, they diverged like this.
Maybe claiming to know everything about them just from playing the game was arrogant.
"This... really feels so strange."
...Or maybe it was that damn meat stick's fault.
While I was lost in thought for a moment, the ever-curious Irene was tentatively poking at the thing sprouting from me.
"Ugh...! It's way more sensitive than I imagined. How do you even... carry something like this around all the time?"
...I wished she wouldn't draw even more attention to it.
But seeing it up close confirmed it was indeed a massive variable.
Something she shouldn't even know existed until after graduating the academy was now commanding her full attention.
So my earlier thought of throwing myself into the fray for their sake wasn't entirely off base.
First things first. I gently took hold of Irene's hand as it kept reaching out toward it and spoke.
"...For now, let's find a spot where we can deal with that. Even so, handling it out in the open feels off... and we've come too far to just head back."
"Ah, right... We left Leona back at the academy..."
Irene gazed at me with a mix of slight embarrassment and flushed excitement.
That sparked a question.
She had—awkwardly, pathetically—tried to seduce me sexually, aiming straight for the thing sprouting from me.
What if it actually had sprouted from me? What was her plan then?
When I asked, she replied with a look that said, of course.
"I figured you'd be fine since you're the expert, Teacher. Though it didn't quite go that way, having you here now puts me at ease."
"...I see."
It wasn't wrong, so I nodded in understanding.
I was the expert, after all, and knowing she trusted me felt pretty good.
Anyway.
"Huu... Huu..."
Irene maintained a dignified poise befitting her title as Princess, but she couldn't hide her breathing growing steadily rougher.
Her suppressed, rigid member strained so taut it seemed ready to burst right through her clothes.
I'd planned to press it down while we moved, but in that state, it seemed impossible.
We were relocating precisely to avoid prying eyes, but anyone spotting Irene like this would instantly know something was up.
In the end, I abandoned the idea of switching spots and led her deeper into the alley instead.
I summoned Undine to sweep the surroundings clean, asked her to stand watch, then turned back to Irene.
"Heek... Hek..."
In the interim, her panting had only intensified.
Sighing inwardly, I approached her and carefully hiked up her clothes.
It wasn't the ornate dress one might picture with "Princess," but a long skirt designed for mobility, so it wasn't too heavy.
"Huu...!"
In other words, lifting just that one layer of skirt caused her rigid, massive member to spring free past her panties.
With a scorching heat, it drooled copiously, dripping like the fruit juice we'd drunk earlier.
"Haa... Haak... T-Teacher... It's so hard... it's starting to hurt..."
"...Yeah."
By now, I'd heard lines like that so often my ears felt calloused, but Irene's desperate plea still melted smoothly into them.
As I pondered how to resolve her issue, I recalled her reaction to the torn stockings.
I gripped her shoulders and settled lightly atop her shaft.
As if on cue, it throbbed upward!—pressing hotly between my thighs and crotch.
"Hweek...!"
"...Uht."
A lewd breath escaped Irene's delicate lips.
I wasn't exactly thrilled myself, so a small sound slipped from me too.
Huu.
After a quick deep breath, I whispered carefully into Irene's ear.
"You seemed to like the feel down there earlier... Go ahead and move your hips as much as you want. While picturing what you saw before."
"Y-Yes."
...It felt oddly like I was directing her interest toward me, but based on past experience, this seemed like the best approach.
Better to etch me into her mind than fixate on vulgar male anatomy.
Since I appeared female on the outside, it'd translate to simple fondness for women, and any interest in me would naturally fade once this 'futanari' crisis resolved.
Chewing it over, it was a flawless plan.
...If I could just tamp down that twinge of guilt about nestling into women's embraces, it'd be perfect.
I smothered that guilt under the noble rationale of not tainting them with dick.
As I rationalized it away.
Squeak!
Irene began moving her hips.
With our height difference, I couldn't clearly see her expression.
But watching her nape, I could tell she kept swallowing hard.
Squeak! Squeak!
"Hng...!"
Still... the sensation of it shifting beneath the stockings was stranger than expected.
Not ideal sliding between my thighs, but the clingy friction against the fabric sent peculiar tingles through me too.
The once-cool stockings grew warmer by the second, and each pass of the blunt tip left sticky, scalding trails smeared across my thighs.
A chill breeze teased my cheeks, but my lower body radiated relentless heat.
"Ung... Huu..."
To scatter Irene's fixation on that 'dick,' I whispered softly.
"Cadet Irene... Think about where your thing is touching right now. That black veil torn by accident, revealing the pale skin beneath. That's what your member is pressing against now. So hot... and rigid."
It was a little embarrassing to say.
But if it redirected her focus, it couldn't be helped.
Better she remember the pleasure of rubbing against me than getting off on male stimulation.
...All premised on this futanari plague—the sudden growths vanishing someday.
It'd work out somehow.
It was all that thing's fault for sprouting out of nowhere.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
"Hut...!"
"...Uht."
Hearing my whisper, Irene stiffened it even harder.
Her slightly upward-curved shaft delved deeper between my crotch.
With my current female body, I couldn't ignore the stimulation entirely.
My hot breath puffed into Irene's ear as a result.
Irene hardened it further, thrusting back and forth between my thighs.
As light pants escaped me, another question arose.
Was I... not sexually aroused right now?
Why... wasn't mine growing?
But my musing didn't run deep.
My steadfast resolve to stay out of it must have been the reason.
Not that I could think much deeper.
The pleasure from it grinding between my thighs clouded my mind.
Swish! Swish! Tswish!
The stockings, already drenched in sticky fluid, looked ruined beyond salvaging.
Rubbing against the soft yet textured fabric, it burned hot.
When it brushed exposed skin through the tear, my flesh throbbed like a burn.
"Hut... Hng..."
"Heruk... Huk... Heek..."
Hot, ragged breaths—impossible to tell whose—filled the alley.
Then.
A murmur from outside the alley reached my ears.
Startled, I clenched my thighs tight without thinking.
"Hweek!?"
That proved the tipping point—Irene erupted in release! Byuuk! Byuut!
I felt her pillar twitch vividly, squeezed between my thighs.
A heavy gurgle! of overflow pulsed between my thighs and crotch, followed by a sharp pyut! and a thick scent wafting up from behind.
"Hng...!"
Then.
Was the stimulus too intense?
Irene panted wildly and yanked her hips back.
The already frayed stockings tore free with a phwwuk, phwwuk.
Through the fresh rip, pyut! Pyuut!
Irene's thick, scorching ejaculate seeped straight through the stockings.
...That sensation defied words.
Even for me, somewhat accustomed, it was utterly alien—enough to make my body shudder uncontrollably.
As if spurred by it, Irene's shaft unleashed even fiercer spurts.
...Like dumping a lifetime's worth.
The prolonged... release dragged on.
It only ended once the seepage had trickled down to wet my toes.
It wasn't a great experience for me.
But Irene looked utterly blissful, gazing at me with heavily lidded eyes.
...Her sticky stare fixed on me felt like a small mercy, in a way.
Yet a nagging sense lingered, like I'd overlooked something.
I chalked it up to the mess coating my lower body.