Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Scattering Resolve
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SCHLOP! SCHLOP!
Every time Michelle's probing tendril thrust deep inside me, the sticky clash of flesh against flesh echoed loudly through the air.
I couldn't see it, but the sensation of viscous things clinging and peeling away was vivid. It felt just like spiderwebs unfurling.
"Ngh...!"
I tried to focus on those sensations to forget the feeling of my mind being directly stirred, but it didn't help much.
On the contrary, as if resenting my attempt to ignore it, the massive pillar that had forced its way inside ravaged my depths, ruthlessly grinding... against the parts unique to a woman, bleaching my mind stark white.
I vaguely recalled hearing that the human brain doesn't know the concept of negation.
Like how telling someone not to think of an elephant makes them picture one.
The more I tried not to think of it churning inside me, the clearer my mind made it.
I wasn't sure if that was true or not.
Whether the problem was my insistence on not thinking of it.
Or if my body had simply grown accustomed to the *thump! thump!* pounding within.
...It had reached a point where I couldn't tell anymore.
My head was a total mess.
Even the injustice and anger I'd felt moments ago had mingled with the pleasure, leaving me unable to discern if what I felt now was rage or something else entirely.
I didn't care about elephants or whatever—there was already one inside me... ah.
The hem of my robe, clenched in my teeth, was already soaked through with fluids.
...This was the outfit I'd bought today. Not sure if I could wear it again. Part of it was me gnawing at it like I was tearing into it, but Charlotte, dangling from my chest, was munching on the fabric with fervent enthusiasm.
Her saliva must have dripped through the diamond-shaped cutouts, because her hands kneading my breasts through the cloth were starting to feel increasingly slick.
Mixed with the milk that had leaked out in spurts, it felt... so strangely good.
And then.
"Urgh..."
"Hngh...!"
Michelle's thing, buried to the hilt deep inside me, began spurting! *Spluuurt!* hot, thick loads into my core.
It felt like getting hit point-blank with a water gun.
Rich, gooey stuff filling me to the brim.
I wasn't sure if I could actually feel every bit of it.
Maybe my brain was just tricking me.
But one thing was certain.
The base of Michelle's pillar was swelling up again.
Like plugging a bottle to keep her seed from spilling out after filling me full.
She straightened her body taut and kept pumping out *splurt, spluuurt*, sealing my entrance.
Even so, with the sheer volume, sticky globs oozed out from the tight seal between us.
A thick, cloying scent spread everywhere.
Mingled with all sorts of other aromas, that smell was... intensely lewd.
For now, I'd cleared one mountain. I caught my breath. Michelle seemed lost in the afterglow of her climax too, panting sticky breaths without moving.
Her pillar hadn't vanished yet, but based on past experience, it would soon.
That said, with Charlotte still latched onto my breasts, sucking and fondling away, peace was still a distant dream.
My thoughts still hadn't settled.
I felt tears seeping from my stinging eyes, but... I had no idea why.
Then.
"...Are you alright?"
A voice thick with heat came from behind me.
Could Leona have sprouted one too?
I trembled with anxiety, but fortunately, the feel of her body against mine hadn't changed.
So... maybe she was just aroused, separate from any growth.
...But wasn't that weird?
Did arousal not always trigger growth?
"And... how about the student?"
"...Yes, I suspect it's because the instructor released inside the teacher. This scent... it's making me feel a bit strange."
"..."
Just a physiological reaction, then?
Seemed beastkin had some kind of innate connection.
But my questions lingered unresolved.
I felt like I was missing something crucial.
A vital clue teasing at the edge of my grasp.
The problem was, I wasn't in any state to ponder deeply.
Feeling strangely aroused herself, Leona's voice grew more urgent.
"Is the instructor finished?"
"...F-For now, yes. It's... a bit uniquely shaped, so I need a moment to... w-wait."
As she spoke, the swollen presence plugging my entrance became even more pronounced.
An indescribable, embarrassing dissonance made my body shudder.
But while I wanted to take it easy, Leona seemed impatient now that her own body was heating up.
"...If I push, couldn't we pull it out? Better to finish quickly."
"B-But if we wait..."
No matter what I said, Leona wanted it out now.
Truth be told, I didn't have much ground to refuse.
She was right—ending it fast would be better for me too.
"...I'll help too."
Our brief standoff ended with Michelle's voice from the front.
Simple math: it was already 2 against 1.
The silver lining was that her pillar was still there, but at least Michelle had come back to her senses.
...Whether it'd vanish once pulled out was something we'd find out this time.
*Slurp... schluuuurp...*
For now, with Charlotte still out of it, I leaned toward resolving this quickly.
"...Then I'll push from this side."
"I'll hold it tight."
"..."
This felt ominous.
Was this really okay?
That instant.
"Hic!?"
I sharply felt something massive being yanked out from inside me.
The sensation of my stretched inner walls being tugged along was brutally vivid.
*Popcrack!*
Like forcibly popping a swollen cork fixed tight inside.
"Ngh, ahh..."
Pain and pleasure intertwined.
Shallow pleasure still rose from my chest, while my lower belly trembled around the huge intruder.
The gut-wrenching pain didn't last long.
*Pwoosh!*
Like a champagne cork popping, the pain faded, replaced by emptiness and liberating relief.
My belly felt suddenly deflated as something gushed out of me in a steady stream.
"Ugh..."
Leona let out a disgusted groan.
Then, saying she'd be better off helping Michelle now, she opened an inner door I'd never noticed and slipped into a separate room.
"Nhmm..."
Still, being held by Leona and finally set down felt a bit better. Though Charlotte was still glued to my breasts, rubbing against me.
Maybe because the one person who'd seen my shameful state in full clarity was gone.
Anyway.
Holding Charlotte, I turned to Michelle.
I saw the angry, flushed rod.
More precisely, the handle-like base was swollen like a baseball bat.
Globs of something dripped messily from the bizarre, lewd thing.
The good news was that as it withdrew, it shrank and vanished soon after.
Michelle, now rid of it, gave me an awkward look before hastily pulling up her pants and heading outside.
She seemed like she wanted to say more but held back.
"Haa..."
Once Michelle was gone, the pent-up pleasure crept back up.
Heat spreading from my breasts piled up steadily in my lower belly.
Doing this now definitely felt better than before.
No one was around to see me pathetically writhing.
...Something had felt off earlier, though.
For some reason, I couldn't control my emotions.
I'd been rationalizing it as no big deal up till now, but I'd realized even I couldn't be completely unaffected.
But enough to squeeze out tears?
Pondering it... I didn't know.
No, well, it was frustrating... yeah.
Why did I have to go through this?
I hadn't done anything wrong, yet it felt like I was being unfairly screwed over.
And yet, the reason I kept rationalizing and enduring...
...Who knows.
Why?
I had no clue.
"Ahng...!"
...For now, let's get Charlotte back to normal first, then think.
I carried Charlotte toward the wall.
No one to hand her off to, so leaning there seemed best.
Bracing my hand against the wall, I lifted the hem of my qipao, and a thick scent wafted up.
Grabbing Charlotte's upright pillar, I felt its *throb throb* pulse vividly.
...If I had to do this anyway, it'd probably feel better taking the lead.
But right now, that wasn't possible, so I'd just have to let my body go with it.
I aligned her clinging pillar with my still-sensitive hole.
Her raging flesh tore into me.
Like unleashing all she'd held back, Charlotte gripped my hips and wildly bucked her waist.
A stark contrast to her soft touch—brutally rough... movements.
Were male hormones bursting out of it or something?
The fact that anyone who sprouted one and lost their mind turned violently aggressive felt... oddly intriguing.
Even though violence wasn't inherently masculine.
That moment.
*Slap! Slap! Schluuuck!*
Every time Charlotte's hips smacked my ass, waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Like demanding I think of nothing else, lightning bolts of ecstasy poured down.
"Feels... gooood... no, it doesn't... feels grea, great... no."
Defiance welled up, and I muttered it to myself.
But that only focused the sensations more, making the *thud! thud!* crushing against my womb brutally clear.
As if saying no matter how hard I resisted, I'd end up a moaning woman getting relentlessly pounded.
Maybe I should hurry back after all.
It felt like things were spiraling beyond return.
...But hadn't I collapsed before coming here? Wouldn't going back just mean dying anyway?
"Aang...!"
Amid my gloom and vague terror, my tensed body got hammered with pleasure by Charlotte's pillar.
Moisture drained from my peaking body.
"Hek, hek... he, hrrp..."
I worried that if I got stressed later, I'd end up thinking back to this madness.
"Hic!? Ugh! Aang...!"
As I drowned in those thoughts and climax afterglow, Charlotte—who hadn't cum yet—thrust her hips harder.
Even if defiance sparked against the irresistible pleasure, the mind-scrambling ecstasy left me thoughtless.
*Gurgle! Gurgle!*
"Urgh♡!"
"Hngh..."
Finally, Charlotte began to release.
Pressing her soft body flush against mine, she ground her hips, slathering hot globs deep inside me.
As if determined to outdo her late start with volume, the amount was enormous.
Not plugging like Michelle had, excess clumps already trickled down my thighs.
Still, I felt more stamina left in my body now—I was getting used to it.
Before, I'd have collapsed face-down on the hard floor by now, ass high, shuddering.
Feeling Charlotte's thing vanish, I straightened up.
Charlotte panted heavily, her face showing complex emotions.
As her lingering shudders faded and I wondered what was wrong, she mumbled like she had something to say.
While waiting, I checked my state.
...The qipao looked so filthy, it was hard to believe I'd bought it today.
No way they'd refund it.
Probably never wearing it again.
"Tea—"
"All done?"
As Charlotte opened her mouth, Michelle returned. Whatever she'd wanted to say, Charlotte bit her tongue and looked woebegone.
"...You okay?"
"Y-Yes... yeah..."
Maybe words she couldn't say with Michelle around—Charlotte clamped her mouth shut like she'd never had anything to say.
...She'd speak eventually.
I wasn't in a position for chit-chat either, so I just tidied up around us.
We waited, sharing what Michelle had brought to eat.
But Leona, who'd gone into the inner room, didn't come out.
An ominous premonition crept up on me.