Chapter 85
Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Because It's Treatment
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It's treatment, after all.
That was...
Yeah, it looked like a gruesome murder scene.
The moment the door opened, a fishy yet faintly sweet smell wafted out.
The cramped room was so thick with it—condensed, almost—that it made my head spin just inhaling.
Peering into the foggy interior, the first thing I saw was a chair toppled on the floor with a crash.
That must have been the source of the small noise from moments ago.
Then my eyes fell on the sticky mess soaking the chair and the floor around it.
I didn't even need to ask what it was... Lately, it was one of the things I'd encountered most, so there was no way I wouldn't recognize it. It had dripped onto the floor in globs, just like blood flowing from the lower abdomen.
Change the color, and it'd be a perfect crime scene.
...And the culprit was.
"Hoo... Hic... D-Damn it, why..."
She was hunched over, arching her back sharply.
Shaking that thing sprouting from her lower body wildly.
From the sound earlier, it seemed she'd just climaxed.
The forceful spurts from the tip were a sound I couldn't forget even if I tried—it was already too familiar.
I'd never even heard it back when I had a sturdy male body, so forgetting it would be harder.
Still rigid, it flushed red under Leona's touch. While I stared blankly, it happened again.
Splurt! Spurt! Spluuurt!
A thick stream of white shot out fiercely, splattering the floor wetly. Yet it showed no signs of calming—her pillar stood stiff and proud.
The culprit, Leona, gritted her teeth and started stroking again.
Her endurance in rubbing that hypersensitive thing right after climaxing was impressive, but the unrelenting hardness was downright scary.
It really drove home how futanari defied all common sense.
Could a being capable of this really be normal? Honestly, even guessing its nature stretched my understanding.
Whether I could stop it...
That's why I was teaming up with Irene, but hadn't I been clueless until she pointed it out?
Vague anxiety made my heart pound.
Realizing I'd been wearing a mask of excuses, pretending it was fine, suddenly made my calm shatter into unease.
Looking back, it had always been weird.
I was familiar with male genitals, sure—but that didn't mean I was used to touching or taking someone else's.
I just... knew what they were for.
And yet.
"Ngh, ahh... Grk..."
I had no idea why, but watching Leona struggle alone to resolve it... I couldn't just stand there.
Outside, I'd told them what needed to be done to calm the fainted pair... Maybe she didn't want to burden me.
Or maybe she just didn't want to do it.
Still, thinking that way eased my mood a bit.
Calming my fluttering heart, I approached Leona cautiously.
Her body scent grew thicker.
The sticky aroma clung to my nostrils like it was glued there.
Until now, in open spaces, it hadn't felt this unfamiliar.
How to put it.
It was like standing in front of a power plant. Hot waves prickled my skin, raising goosebumps.
As I got close, she finally noticed me—her bloodshot eyes turned my way.
Even as a tough guy, her feral glare made me flinch involuntarily.
Would I ever see eyes like that in the modern world?
...A totally natural reaction.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat awkwardly and asked her carefully.
"So... why'd it suddenly sprout? You were fine earlier."
With the smell and heat pushed aside, questions flooded in.
She hadn't grown that... thing even in awkward situations before.
Sure, smelling another beastkin's scent had flustered her a bit, but her lower body had stayed flat then.
Leona shook her head in confusion, as lost as I was.
"Hoo..."
If her goal was to drive people mad, she'd be a pro.
Just when patterns emerged, she'd throw a curveball like this—enough to make anyone lose it.
At least the suppression method was reliable. If that varied per person too... The thought was horrifying.
Anyway.
To relieve Leona's ongoing torment quickly, I summoned Undine to roughly clean the floor.
Then I approached and reached out to her.
Intending to lay her down, but our height difference meant her still-rigid pillar lifted the hem of my cheongsam.
At that soft touch, Leona's back arched, and she collapsed to the floor.
...How had she stayed upright this long? As a fellow man—well, sort of—respect welled up.
Normally, touching something that sensitive would make you crumple.
Falling on her butt, she flicked her tail and ears in flustered panic.
"Wh-What... Why all of a sudden..."
"We have to deal with that. Irene's waiting, you know."
At Irene's name, her body twitched.
For Leona, it was like a cheat key.
...Though the downside was it'd be hell if it turned out to be a lie.
I gently pushed Leona's hesitant body.
Her firm frame yielded without resistance, sliding back easily.
Thud!
Leona lay there, lower body fully exposed, panting heavily.
Her body seemed to anticipate what was coming—tail slapping the floor, ears perked wildly.
But her mouth said something else.
"...Is this... really okay?"
"Huh?"
"You don't... seem thrilled... about it."
"...Well, to be honest... yeah, kinda."
Damn, called it.
She must've read it from my face and body earlier.
Was it that obvious?
Embarrassing.
But that's why I steeled myself.
Even if it was self-deception, fine.
What had to be done wouldn't change.
Chanting that mantra, I loomed over Leona, casting my shadow. Hidden by fabric, but her pillar's presence was so vivid alignment was easy.
"Hic...!"
Feeling the huge, blunt thing parting my flesh, I continued what I'd left unsaid.
"...It's treatment. Don't worry about it."
"...Teacher, you're amazing."
...Not really.
Maybe a vague hope it'd go away someday. Then everything could vanish like it never happened.
Intrusive thoughts filled my head, so I lowered myself slowly.
"Hic...!"
A pleasure-soaked voice rang out.
Feeling my breath catch, I eased my hips down.
Each layer of cheongsam fabric piling on her body made her enter me deeper, vividly clear.
"H-Hic...!"
"Grk...!"
It felt totally different from just letting my body go with the flow.
Good thing the fabric hid it.
The afterglow from treating the other two lingered—my body went blank-white under the massive pressure almost instantly.
My pelvis met her skin.
That thump deep inside made my body tremble.
...Realized handing my body to the unconscious was way easier.
That was just... lending my body.
This felt more human, though. The other was pure... 'use' you couldn't shake.
Not that this was better.
If pleasure overwhelmed thought, fine.
But controlling it myself made the intruder inside feel raw and stark.
Leona flexing sent shudders through me, pleasure surging to my brain.
"Heek... Heek..."
"...You okay?"
"...First time in this position. Don't mind it."
I'm the one treating, why am I getting worried about?
If I failed here, she might wither away masturbating into a mummy.
...Assuming she didn't go out and pounce on someone first.
Grumbling inwardly, I felt adapted enough.
"Hoo."
Deep breath, then leaned forward.
My breasts sagged downward—tricky.
So... now move my hips?
...How?
Actually trying felt... off.
What I'd seen mostly was grinding slits together—not this.
Recent ones were all surrendering to lust-driven people.
...Taking the lead felt awkward.
Lifting hips was a foreign concept.
Was my fumbling too frustrating?
Watching me, Leona finally moved, flipping our positions.
Now I was under her.
Drip, drip.
Liquid from her mouth splashed my face.
Leona growled like a beast.
"...I get your feelings, Teacher, but I think I'll handle it. I've seen some techniques before... And you don't seem used to leading."
"N-No, that's..."
"...Enough. Her Highness is waiting. Let's... finish... quick."
Unable to hold back, Leona's pistoning began.
The massive foreign mass scraped every fold vividly as it withdrew, then slammed back like a battering ram—stars burst in my vision, toes curled.
"Ah, ahk, keh, heek...!"
Her uncontrolled, wild thrusts overwhelmed me.
I blacked out.