Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: The Price of a Watered-Down Fall
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A space that felt a little empty.
The sound of several footsteps echoed, followed by a click as the door swung open. Panting silhouettes stumbled inside with a clatter.
Michelle and Charlotte were the first to enter. Their faces were etched with agony as they gasped for breath.
A petite silhouette followed close behind them.
It was Iris, dressed in strange attire beneath a pristine white gown. She guided the two heaving women to chairs and gently wiped away the beads of sweat dotting their skin.
Soon after, Leona entered, arms laden with bags, and shut the door behind her.
She set the bags down and surveyed the room.
It was a stark, barren sight—just a table and chairs for conversation, without even a bed for resting.
'No issues, it seems.'
There was only a light layer of dust; nothing serious.
Still, since this was a place rented at Irene's request, Leona found herself pondering a bit belatedly.
But her deliberation didn't last long. It couldn't last long.
"Haa... haa..."
"Hngh, hnn... Th-this again..."
Sticky gasps reached her ears. Leona turned toward the sound.
There sat the two women, reacting in starkly different ways.
Michelle, a fellow beastkin like her, wore an expression tinged with guilt, yet somehow laced with subtle anticipation.
Charlotte, the student seated beside her, on the other hand, hung her head low, radiating a sense of self-reproach.
Leona had no particular interest in their personal circumstances, so she crossed her arms and regarded Iris, who was exhaling softly.
Warm silver hair clung damply to Iris's face from sweat. Through the loosely draped white gown, glimpses of that peculiar outfit from earlier peeked out.
Feeling inconvenienced by the fabric, Iris soon slipped the gown off with a soft rustle and draped it over the table.
Her figure and that outfit were now fully revealed. The form-fitting clothes clung tightly, exposing her silhouette in raw detail.
Though petite, the pronounced dip of her waist in profile underscored that her body was far from childish.
As her once-wrapped form came into view, the condition of the two seated women seemed to worsen.
Their breaths grew ragged, their once-clear eyes clouding over. Seeing this, Iris flustered and reached toward their lower halves.
Leona silently took in the scene unfolding before her.
It wasn't anything particularly novel, really.
Not exactly the same, but she'd already received "instruction" from Iris herself.
And yet, precisely because of that, it felt all the more striking.
With the rustle of fabric, those towering things sprang up—massive and bizarrely shaped, embarrassingly larger than what had risen on that tiny spirit.
Especially since the two protruding from them were entirely different in form from each other.
'Noting this now will help me respond better in emergencies.'
Her Highness would surely understand that reasoning.
...Even if the person herself seemed to have forgotten.
'Might be best to switch locations.'
As Leona mulled this over, Iris summoned Undine and crafted water onaholes.
Based on her two prior experiences, she'd have to use the holes she had opened in herself.
Recalling the sensation of those massive things pounding inside, Iris hesitated despite knowing the facts.
The pleasure felt like dissolving the boundary between herself and Iris Plumeria.
It wasn't so hazy as to crumble her right then, but if she could avoid it, she wanted to.
'...Think of it as the final experiment.'
Once... had still been manageable, after all.
Iris overlaid water onaholes atop the two rigid, drooling pillars.
"Hngh...!"
"Ooh, ugh..."
The jelly-like orbs stretched out with a long squelch amid their hot breaths.
Inside the translucent onaholes, their pillars twitched in response to the stimulation, faintly visible.
Iris pushed the onaholes down to their hips, then glanced back at Leona.
Unlike when Irene was present, Leona watched with a calm expression.
Her sharp gaze, intent on missing nothing, felt burdensome.
Yet the fact that her own lower half wasn't bulging brought Iris both relief and curiosity.
'Even so... is it possible to stay unfazed in a situation like this...?'
In the games Iris had played, sexual elements weren't handled properly, so she had no reference.
...Asking her directly would feel too weird, she thought. Shaking it off, Iris turned back and began manipulating the onaholes.
Since she was controlling them remotely in midair, there was no physical strain.
The onaholes, fully sheathed to the base, withdrew with sticky sounds, releasing their pillars.
"Grk, urgh...!"
"Ugh...!"
The ecstasy of the full stroke made the two seated women tremble, gripping their chairs as their waists shuddered.
Splash! Splash!
With lewd water sounds, the withdrawn pillars plunged back in.
Thud! Thud!
The onahole tips stretched to accommodate their unique shapes.
Watching this, Iris unconsciously rubbed her lower abdomen.
Beneath the cool fabric, it quivered as if remembering that sensation.
Iris felt a certain conviction.
...Yeah, better to refrain from insertion as much as possible.
'The onahole was enough for the students yesterday... so it should be fine here too.'
She'd thought why not just use the onahole yesterday too, forcing her gaze away from the pair.
No need to watch when they moved on their own.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
But not looking didn't block the sounds, leaving Iris with that lingering odd feeling.
Perhaps reflecting her mood,
the chairs began shaking violently, accompanied by pleasure-soaked whimpers.
"Kk, khk, Te-teacher, pl-please, s-slow... down a... bit..."
"Te-teacher, y-you're, t-too... f-fast..."
"Ah, s-sorry."
Iris adjusted the pace while moving behind the chairs to steady Charlotte's body.
Wouldn't want her toppling and getting hurt. Treatable or not, no need to let it happen.
Charlotte could handle it, but Michelle was trickier. A single body couldn't restrain her bulk and strength.
After a brief pause, Iris glanced at Leona.
The perceptive maid read her intent and approached with steady steps, grasping Michelle.
'...It's been a while since I've felt relief in a situation like this.'
Normally done in leisurely, comfortable settings.
Iris felt a pang of bitterness as she addressed Leona.
"...Thank you. I feel much safer now."
"Her Highness would have instructed me to assist."
"..."
Leona's reply sent cold sweat trickling down Iris's back.
She dreaded what might happen if yesterday's events came to light.
Best if she remained oblivious until the futanari crisis ended.
'...Whenever that may be.'
She could only hope.
Meanwhile,
"Khk...!"
"Hngh...!"
Splurt! Spurt! Gush!
The onahole tips swelled visibly. Thick, cloudy fluids began filling them.
Like watching cream piped into a pastry bag.
One oddity: Michelle's pillar had bulged at the base, just like last time.
'...So that's why it wouldn't come out.'
Iris shuddered at the sight, memories resurfacing.
Regaining composure, she confirmed their climaxes and withdrew the onaholes.
Sluuuurp...
With a vulgar, sticky pop, the pillars slipped free as if reluctantly releasing their embrace.
Strands of unspent fluid clung to their tips, stretching like cheese before oozing back into the onaholes.
Soon, the trapped scents filled the room. Iris sniffed instinctively, musing,
'...How peculiar.'
When she was still outside, their aroma was hardly pleasant—even generously speaking. But what these... futanari released had an oddly alluring quality.
Was it unique to futanari women, or because her own body was female now? Hard to say.
To find out, she'd need to encounter a man's.
Which she really, really didn't want.
Not curious enough for that.
Shaking her head, Iris turned at the sound of sniffing beside her.
Leona was sniffing too, one eyebrow quirked.
Her faintly flushed face suggested influence from her fellow beastkin, Michelle.
Iris's gaze naturally drifted to Leona's lower half.
Relief washed over her internally, mingled with fresh doubt.
'She seems stimulated, at least.'
...So why's it still flat?
Doesn't arousal make it grow?
Why?
'Not that I'm hoping it does...'
Something was off.
It wasn't a logical situation to begin with, but she'd glimpsed a pattern, only for another exception to appear.
As Iris furrowed her brow in thought, Leona, eyeing the onaholes and pillars, murmured softly.
"You said they'd vanish once released, right?"
Startled, Iris flinched and looked at the onaholes and their "things."
...Why no exception here?
Seeing the still rigid, throbbing pillars, Iris replied with a glum, awkward expression.
"...Looks like we'll need another method."
"Another method?"
"...Yeah."
Iris first scanned for a way to dispose of the bloated onaholes.
Spotting the sink, she emptied them there and checked the pair.
Their pillars stood firm, unrelenting, eyes as hazy as yesterday.
Without Leona holding Michelle... it would've been a mess.
...Charlotte's strength could've managed, but not Michelle's.
"Teacher?"
"J-just a moment."
Now... she'd have to do that again.
Sighing inwardly, Iris realized there was another sane person present.
'...Do it in front of composed Leona?'
This was unexpected.
At a loss for words, she fidgeted, sneaking a hand into her side slit unbeknownst to Leona.
Her panties were slightly damp, but from tension, perhaps.
Her entrance was bone-dry.
It needed to be soaked for insertion.
...Why so dry today?
Iris was used to constant, forceful stimulation and penetration, leaving her always slick in such moments.
With only the two out of it, maybe it'd be fine.
But with alert Leona beside her.
Iris fidgeted wordlessly with her fingers, troubled.
As Leona tilted her head,
a pained moan rose from the pair. Snapping to, Iris sighed.
'...Gotta loosen myself up first...'
Better pleasure than pain, at least?
But sane Leona was the issue.
Without her restraining Michelle, those massive things would invade her unprepared body mercilessly.
Send Leona away?
Loosen up in front of her?
Both tormented Iris.
But she had to choose.
...Their groans were growing more desperate.
Resigned, Iris spoke to Leona.
"J-just hear me out, no misunderstandings, okay?"
"...?"
As Iris explained,
Leona's face twisted in awkward confusion.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed.