Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Whole Body Shudders
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Her entire body!
“Hoo… Hoo…”
Irene, who had been shaking her hips mindlessly, trembled all over as she savored a pleasure she'd never known in her life.
Especially the sensation of that thing—which hadn't existed on her before—rubbing between her thighs felt far better than she'd imagined.
To think the texture of stockings, which she occasionally wore herself, could feel so indecent.
The smooth... smooth rubbing sensation, along with the soft skin and warmth just beyond it, would linger in her mind for a good while.
…I might not be able to wear them for a bit.
It would just keep bringing back memories of what had happened.
That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but since she still didn't know the root cause, she couldn't help feeling uneasy about it.
As Irene drew in a breath, the sensations focused on the long rod began to fade, and she caught her breath.
Then, a lewd, sweet body fragrance wafted strongly into her nostrils.
The enchanting scent, like stepping into a field of flowers, left Irene blinking in flustered confusion.
Next came the heavy weight resting between her breasts and stomach.
Its soft, warm texture felt so cozy that she wanted it to stay there forever.
Hot!
Snapping to her senses, Irene tilted her head down slightly.
A small crown of hair came into view, rising heat and a fragrant aroma emanating from it.
In the meantime, Iris realized Irene had finished and slowly pulled her body away.
Boing.
Eventually, Iris's breasts—which had been squished against Irene's body—rose into the air, tracing a heavy arc.
As Irene stared at them blankly, Iris swallowed a sigh inwardly and backed away hesitantly.
She lifted her skirt without hesitation, as if checking the state of her lower half, and looked down.
Her upper body naturally bent forward, and her slightly loosened clothes—clinging from the friction—revealed a glimpse of her pristine, milky cleavage.
“Gulp.”
Seeing the valley formed between those breasts, Irene swallowed without thinking.
She wanted to slide her finger into that obviously squishy valley.
…From her perspective, it was just curiosity taking hold, but objectively speaking, it was anything but.
But she didn't realize that.
Her thoughts naturally shifted to the thing she'd sandwiched between her thighs.
Realizing this, she shook her head vigorously inwardly.
Wh-what am I even thinking?
Even as she thought it was dangerous, when she shook her head and looked straight ahead again, she couldn't tear her eyes from the sight.
Iris, with her skirt slightly hiked up, was sighing as she peered at the torn hole between her legs.
It was coated in thick, sticky, off-white fluid—presumably what Irene had sprayed.
Compressed against the black stockings, it trickled down her pale skin, lower and lower.
Seeing it sent chills racing up Irene's spine, her lower body quivering.
The sight of her fluids messily covering someone else—especially Iris—stirred a strange excitement within her.
A profound sense of fulfillment she'd never known washed over her.
…I wonder what other places feel like.
It could be called natural curiosity, in a way.
Her interest in all this stemmed from satisfying that very curiosity, after all.
Oblivious to Irene's gaze...
Iris bent at the waist and slipped off one shoe slightly.
“…It went all the way in here.”
Pulling her taut skirt made her wide hips and plump rear stand out even more, as if it were her just deserts.
Seeing the viscous fluid trickling down between her thighs, Irene felt...
Throb.
“Eh?”
The thing that had just subsided wriggled back to life in her lower body.
“Oho!?”
The erect pillar shoved aside Irene's drenched panties and swung against the thicker fabric of her skirt.
They say you appreciate food more once you've tasted it.
Irene's body, having already sampled pleasure once, immediately flooded her mind with it again.
Her clear eyes clouded with heat once more, and her steadying breaths grew ragged.
Iris perked up at Irene's voice and looked up.
Her face flushed with panic.
“Wh-what... why again?”
“I-I don't know.”
As Iris stared at it questioningly...
Irene's gaze was fixed on Iris's cleavage, bent forward as she was.
On that soft valley rising like hot steam.
It was sure to feel even better than her thighs.
Throb!
“Eek.”
Irene approached Iris slowly, her member fully exposed.
They hadn't been far apart to begin with—just a few steps.
By the time Iris snapped out of it, Irene's scorching tip was pressing into her cleavage.
“U-um... Student Irene?”
Squish!
“Hngh...!?”
Irene's pillar slowly sank into Iris's gathered breasts, parting her undergarments and clothing.
The firm flesh softened to its natural suppleness, welcoming Irene's heat.
The soft yet sticky embrace perfectly satisfied her curiosity.
“T-teacher... J-just once more. Just one more time...”
Meanwhile, watching Irene like this, Iris let out an inward sigh.
Staring at her approaching hips...
On one hand, she felt relieved.
At least it's not going in my mouth.
Still...
...why'd it pop up again?
Squelch! Squelch!
As Irene began moving her hips, Iris grabbed her waist and sank into thought.
She recalled how Michelle had thrust into her even after climaxing once.
The futanari plague seemed to be worsening.
...Gotta resolve this quick.
Splash! Splash!
...She's really going at it.
Feels that good?
Feeling Irene's pillar heat her breasts more and more, Iris felt a mix of awkwardness.
She was the one who'd directed that lust toward herself, after all.
But she hadn't expected it to work this well, this immediately.
Still... no sign of her crushing on me, right?
Squelch! Squelch!
Savoring the faint, peculiar sensations rising within her, Iris felt inwardly satisfied.
Irene was venting her lust on her without any lovestruck reactions.
Even if that changed later, it'd just be from the buildup.
Once this crisis was over, it'd all fade away.
So Iris believed.
- Hmm...
El's mutter sounded ominously foreboding, but Iris had no spare attention for it.
Slap! Thwack... Squelch...
Each thrust brought Iris's breasts slapping against Irene's hips with lewd sounds.
Precum oozed from the shaft buried in her cleavage—hot and clear—mixing with various fluids to ease its movements.
When her hips pulled back, a sticky strand stretched with a squelch, hot steam rising.
Splash!
Splash!
Splash!
Iris's clothes were already soaked and darkened by the leaking fluids.
Feeling pain creeping into her waist, she decided to press her breasts together harder instead of gripping Irene's hips.
Rowdy noises were growing louder outside—she needed to wrap this up and get out fast.
As she squeezed, the deflating sounds from her breasts turned to thick, sticky thuds.
Hah, hah, hah.
Irene's rhythmic breaths dissolved into vulgar moans.
“Hoh?! Ho, hok... H-hngh...!?”
Hearing such crude sounds—impossible in the game—Iris couldn't help blushing.
Excuses aside, she wasn't devoid of desire herself.
The auditory stimulation hit hard in this situation, and she grew a bit curious about what the shaft plunging through her breasts was feeling.
...Purely as a matter of masculine interest.
Or so Iris told herself.
Unaware that her own thighs were rubbing together unconsciously.
“Hee, heek... T-teacher, like before, c-come... come out...!”
Spurt! Spurt!
The pent-up heat in Irene's lower body erupted through her shaft.
Not satisfied with filling the cleavage, it squeezed through the gaps and splattered onto the floor.
...Why so much after already going once?
She'd egged it on herself, but Iris still felt a lingering unease.
...Receiving that fluid on her body wasn't exactly pleasant.
Especially in these absurd quantities—it was hard to get used to.
Feeling her already heavy chest grow even weightier, she sensed the shaft withdraw from between her breasts and straightened up.
...Only to regret it instantly.
The thick white coating on her breasts began sliding downward under gravity.
“Th-this...”
Sensing her whole body about to be slathered in stickiness, she immediately summoned Undine to clean it up.
Sighing in relief that it was finally over, Iris entrusted her body to Undine while piggybacking Irene.
The invading warmth made her thighs twitch, but she brushed it off.
“Hoo… Hoo…”
For some reason, Iris felt heat pooling in her lower abdomen as she sweated.
Why's this happening?
Behind her...
Irene drew near.