Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Lesson
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“T-Teacher! Are you okay?!”
The sky—no, the ground—was spinning around wildly.
Multiple orgasms I'd grown somewhat used to had hit me all at once, making it incredibly hard to even hold myself up.
“Geh... nngh...”
“...Pardon?”
Judging from Irene speaking in a human voice rather than a beastly growl, my guess that I had to use a woman's hole seemed spot on.
Proving that much was an achievement in itself.
But the current situation... wasn't great.
I could feel something squelching and churning from my hips, which had shot up sky-high, trickling down my thighs.
Along with the sensation of my lips pursing like a gaping hole, something was clearly gushing out from inside me.
That something was obviously what Irene had shot into me.
Familiar. So familiar.
“Hngh...!”
“Teacher!? Why are you doing that all of a sudden!?”
A suppressed chuckle escaped me inwardly, and my twitching body sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain.
As if there were an orgasm switch somewhere.
The silver lining in this misfortune was that we'd already cleaned up once.
Aside from the stockings and panties soaked through, it was just dusted with dirt—fairly clean, all things considered.
Either way, we couldn't stay here forever.
I didn't know what El had done, but someone thinking it was suspicious and coming to check probably wasn't a lie.
I rolled over to get Irene's help.
“Nngh...!”
The tips of my breasts scraped against the ground, sending a sharp tingle of pleasure swirling through my head.
Splurt! Dribble...
My vision went white, and I heard a warm splashing sound.
“Wh-what!?”
What my ass...
I'm gonna die. For real. Do all women have it this rough? No wonder the girls in those games roll their eyes back and wail when they get creampied.
...Though that was only in the more extreme titles, so maybe my body's not normal.
Could be side effects from that pill I took recently.
Anyway.
With great effort, I flipped over and stood up with Irene's help.
The cool air hit me as I got off the ground.
Escaping the hot, stuffy air beneath me felt incredibly refreshing—like bursting out of a sauna and diving into the cold plunge.
And so, nestled in Irene's arms, I realized what I still had to do next. My body shuddered at the thought.
“What's wrong...?”
Her cautious question made my face flush red this time.
I worked my slackened jaw and whispered carefully.
“Th-there's... something I need to do right away. Could you... help me out a little?”
“Of course. Anything I can do.”
The resolve in her voice only made me more embarrassed.
I just hoped she wouldn't complain once she understood what was coming.
I stuffed my forearm into my mouth to muffle any sounds, then hugged Irene tightly.
Thump, thump.
I could feel her heart pounding wildly against me. Probably from all the intense movement just before.
As soon as I was ready, Undine—as if she'd known what I was about to ask—
- Let me handle the cleanup myself.
Eh?
I felt cold water flowing into my body.
It traced every wrinkle inside me, vivid and unrelenting.
“Mmph!”
“Wh-what? What's happening...?”
Irene hugged me tight in confusion as I curled up.
The water reached deep inside and scrubbed me clean.
A different kind of pleasure from before stimulated my brain. It felt like it was targeting the spots that oddly heightened the sensation, but I had no mind left to complain.
Biting down on my forearm, clinging to Irene's body.
Splurt! Spurt! Drip drip!
“Hngh...!”
“Ah...?”
Everything inside me poured out.
The sensation of it leaving my body... it messed with my head in a strange way.
My sensitive flesh registered it as pleasure, while my mind felt relief.
That relief probably stemmed from the time Michelle's had swelled up inside me.
...A form infused with the intent to fix it for sure.
It wasn't normal—no, far from it—but the same went for what had grown on Irene.
Since I could sense its clear purpose, relief was inevitable.
No matter how much I'd resolved to sacrifice my body.
Getting pregnant, carrying a child... I didn't want that.
It hadn't felt real at first, but every time it filled me up, I had no choice but to acknowledge it.
Even more recently, those massive things had churned inside me, forcing it in.
When something huge prods your womb like that, you'd have to be dense not to notice.
“Hoo.”
Anyway.
Once this was all sorted, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
After catching my breath in Irene's arms for a moment, I finally steadied myself and pulled away from her embrace.
Apparently El had done something when she was stirring me up inside, because moving felt easier now.
I took a deep breath and looked at Irene. Her face was beet red like a tomato, head bowed low.
The traces of 'that' were gone already, so it must be from what happened just now...
Seeing her face made mine heat up too.
“...Let's move somewhere else for now.”
“...Okay.”
Getting out of here was top priority.
Staying in a place that kept reminding me of what just went down would only make it stick in my mind.
Not that it would happen again, but another surge would be trouble.
We slipped out of the alley and into a nearby café.
The aroma of fragrant, nutty coffee welcomed me, but what I really appreciated was being able to sit down right away.
Not wanting to just sit idly, I ordered a drink and some cake for a sugar boost, then took a seat. Irene whispered softly.
“T-Teacher.”
“...Yes?”
No way it happened again, right?
I didn't think so, but anxiety bubbled up anyway. What came out of her mouth, though... was something else.
“Your stockings... they're completely torn. Are you going to keep them on?”
“...Oh.”
I looked down at her pointing out.
The avant-garde tears in my stockings were glaringly obvious.
My pale skin made the rips stand out even more starkly.
I'd felt people whispering on the way here—must've been this.
...I wanna die. Should I check if I can respawn now?
The idiotic thought bubbled up in my boiling mind but vanished quickly.
What annoyed me most was the sudden thought that as long as I didn't get pregnant, it was fine, right?
Well... it did feel good...
I jolted at the realization and chugged the steaming coffee in one go.
It was hot.
“Koff!”
“T-Teacher!?”
Irene looked at me with pity.
My will to live felt weaker than ever today.
“Ahem, I'm fine.”
I cleared my throat and met her gaze. Worry still clouded her face.
Embarrassing memories kept surfacing, so I forced a calm tone to shift focus elsewhere.
“...For now, let's share what we learned.”
“Okay.”
So, here's what we'd figured out today.
First, 'that thing' appeared in response to sexual desire—vague, but clear enough.
I still wondered why it never grew on me, but I figured it reflected my will to keep it from intruding.
...I couldn't tell her that, so I vaguely said there must be some other reason.
Second, it only vanished after insertion inside.
A pattern I hadn't seen before, so it threw me off a bit.
The cadets visiting the infirmary had been handled with onaholes modeled after women's insides, so that explained those.
But prior exceptions made it murky.
What was different?
...No way, me?
Nah, couldn't be.
...Wait, really me?
The reason it doesn't grow on me...?
“Teacher? What's wrong? You look pale...”
“N-no, it's just... my tongue's still a bit burned...”
“Should I get some cold water?”
“I'm good.”
Probably not.
Most cadets didn't grow it in front of me—they came with it already there, so it couldn't be me.
Logically, maybe I'm the only one who can properly get rid of it?
That's why it doesn't grow on me.
If I have some special ability, that makes sense.
Like how I have high affinity with spirits, enough to contract El.
...So they sent me here to handle these things?
Egh...
Anyway.
Finally.
If not properly dealt with, it gradually erodes reason, turning them into slaves to lust.
This... was dangerous.
One slip, and the lily garden could turn into a zoo.
“Sorry, my memory's fuzzy. I just vaguely recall it feeling amazing...”
According to Irene, it got so bad even memories vanished.
She apologized repeatedly, but what could I say to someone who couldn't remember?
“It's fine.”
I'm used to it.
“Anyway, we should be more careful from now on. If insertion's the only way to get rid of it...”
I trailed off, and Irene nodded gravely, her face flushed but serious.
“I'll talk to the Student Council President about that... So, what do you think the root cause is?”
“...No idea yet.”
“Yeah, figured...”
If we knew, it'd be weirder.
All we'd done today was... ahem.
Either way.
It was time to head back.
The sun was setting, but...
...Someone was waiting for my checkup.
I said goodbye to Irene, promising to continue later, and left the café.
Of course, I took off the torn stockings and tossed them.