Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Embarrassment is the Teacher's Lot
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After sending the weary-looking Evelyn on her way,
I carefully examined the item she'd left behind.
Honestly, even in the world I came from, I'd never seen anything like this.
Well, I do remember seeing something similar—but it wasn't meant for humans.
Yeah, this thing looked just like one of those "mare devices" used to collect semen from animals.
...Treating cadets like beasts gave me a strange feeling.
But realistically, it was impossible for me to handle everything myself.
I didn't even want to.
It might have been a little better if accepting it had been painful or agonizing.
Anyway.
Hoping this would stand in for me, I stroked the part that corresponded to a person's rear.
Tap, tap. It had a surprisingly soft texture.
It was a bit cold compared to human skin, so it wasn't quite usable right away, but the feel itself was addictive. Chewy and squishy, maybe?
Without thinking, I gave it a smack! And sure enough, there was a satisfying slap! sound along with a jiggly sensation.
...I had no idea about the inside yet, but the outer surface that would touch skin directly? It passed with flying colors.
It might even be fun to smack around when I got bored later.
Next up... time to check the interior.
Squatting down and staring at the single straight slit made my face heat up a little.
- You've made a fun toy.
The voice echoing in my head was laced with curiosity, which only made it worse.
Feeling self-conscious, I glanced around the infirmary to make sure no one was there before cautiously extending a hand.
I slipped my thumb in and spread it open, revealing the wrinkled, bumpy interior in full view.
So... this was supposed to be me inside?
Honestly, I didn't feel much ownership over it.
Who in the world could look at a mold of their own body like this and go, "Ah, yeah, that's mine"?
It was probably about as hard as distinguishing fingerprints with the naked eye.
Maybe someone could do it, but that someone wasn't me.
Still, I couldn't shake the weird, unsettled feeling.
I mean, this was basically a dildo molded from a guy's dick.
Staring at it seriously like this filled me with self-loathing. What the hell was I even doing?
But without this, I'd have way too much to handle on my own.
Assuming it even worked, that is.
"Sigh."
- Why the sigh, Contractor? I hear humans say it brings bad luck. Best to cut back, no?
I let out a frustrated sigh, and El murmured in a concerned tone.
...Did they have that saying here too?
Were some things just universal wherever people lived, no matter the world?
It felt oddly comforting.
"Yeah... I'll give it my best."
- Good. I only want you to be happy.
"...?"
Was she being sincere...?
Part of me thought she should fix her behavior first if that was true, but on second thought, it seemed like El did look out for my convenience in her own way.
I hadn't told her what I really wanted, but she'd shared plenty of useful info for free.
Like how to treat Ekaterina, for example.
As I pondered El's actions while holding the large onahole open, I realized something off.
El had been watching me from the start, even though I hadn't called her.
Then... had she been watching when I first arrived in this world?
If so, she might know.
Whether I'd possessed the body of the original Iris Plumeria who existed here,
Or if a custom character I'd made had suddenly appeared.
Until now, I'd assumed the latter, but if it was the former, how should I even process that?
No, if it was the former, then maybe I wasn't a custom character at all—just someone who already existed in this world.
Did that... even make sense?
Even generously assuming the name matched, everything else was stuff I'd dreamed up in my head.
The more I chewed on it, the more my head throbbed.
Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I decided to focus on inspecting the onahole first.
...Maybe I was scared to ask El.
The idea of having stolen a perfectly fine Iris Plumeria's body made my stomach churn.
Forcing the thoughts away, I examined the interior again.
With something concrete to focus on, the swirling worries in my head vanished quickly.
Sliding my fingers inside, I felt the textured, bumpy walls vividly.
Staring at it swallow two knuckles of my middle finger, I absentmindedly placed a hand on my lower belly.
...So,
About here... is where it goes in?
Gauging the position roughly, I poked the onahole, and strangely, my lower belly tingled.
...Probably because it'd been stimulated so many times I couldn't even count anymore.
This thing wasn't connected to me, after all. Just one downside of a sensitive body.
On a whim, I prodded a bit more, but no real reaction came.
Truth be told, I'd half-worried that copying such a weird item might cause some freaky side effects.
I'd been a little rough with Evelyn, so a tiny prick of guilt lingered.
Anyway.
The inside felt well-made, even though I hadn't tested it with the real thing.
After all the fuss she'd gone through, it was only natural.
Standing up from my squat, I felt a stiffness in my lower back.
Probably from supporting the weight of my sagging breasts.
...Come to think of it, I'd forgotten to nag Evelyn about that breast-reduction potion.
Every time I felt this overwhelming heft, the urge piled up layer by layer, but making the onahole had been priority, so I'd hold off a bit longer.
Grasping the handle gently, I noted how substantial the grip felt, just as it looked.
"Guess you hold this and thrust..."
I gripped the handle and slammed my hips forward with a pah!
Hmm.
Very satisfying.
I had zero real experience, but it felt amazing somehow.
...Maybe that's just because I'd never tried it before.
A few more thrusts—pah, pah!—confirmed it. In crude terms, this was prime "bang material."
Though I still couldn't quite believe something like this belonged in the infirmary.
But then, a chill ran down my spine.
Mid-thrust, I sensed something odd and glanced sideways.
There stood Irene, watching me with an awkward expression, and Leona, desperately averting her eyes.
Feeling my face burn, I carefully spoke up.
"...Did you see?"
"...You didn't answer, so we came in... but that was rude, wasn't it."
So she saw.
Why didn't I hear them?
Not that I could get mad.
The infirmary was a place cadets could enter anytime, after all.
...Especially since they'd knocked. No room for complaints.
But.
On second thought, there wasn't really anything to be embarrassed about. I was just inspecting a tool for the cadets' health. Why feel shame?
I cleared my throat with a ahem and straightened up.
Then, with a calm face, I tapped the onahole casually—no, spoke casually.
"J-just checking supplies for the c-cadets. Anyway, what brings you...? Hurt anywhere?"
Hot.
My face was burning.
Like my cheeks were on fire.
"I-is that so..."
Irene nodded as if understanding, and I felt like my face might explode.
"...S-so, what's the matter...?"
"Ah, um..."
At her gesture, Leona—who'd been avoiding my gaze—approached and handed me a basket.
It felt heavy.
"Leona said she owed you from the weekend... so I thought we should return the favor. It's lunchtime too... um, y-yes. Well, we'll be going. Enjoy."
The two vanished as swiftly as they'd come.
Leona gave a quick bow and left, and I let out a deep sigh.
- Heh heh... Got caught with your embarrassing hobby.
"It's not a hobby!"
- Just teasing. Don't get so mad.
I sank into a chair with a heavy sigh and opened the basket.
Inside were neatly packed homemade-looking foods.
But... there was a ton of it.
What I mean is,
They'd probably come to eat lunch with me, saw what I was doing, and backed off.
I felt wronged.
After they'd both shaken their hips at me like that, I get this treatment just for a little practice?
My eyes stung.
My nose tingled.
They say women are emotional—guess I was feeling mighty wronged right now.
Sure, maybe my assumption was wrong.
...They might've just prepared extra for lunch, dinner, and tomorrow's breakfast?
Drip.
A single tear welled up and soothed my sadness.
Separately, the food in the basket was... delicious.
So good that I knew I'd save some for dinner.
After cleaning up my eating traces and stashing the basket somewhere cool, I did some stretches.
As I loosened my stiff body and brewed some tea,
Knock knock.
This time, I heard the knock and replied.
"Come in."
"T-Teacher!"
A somewhat familiar-looking cadet entered.
Her flushed face and arched-back posture told me everything.
Looked like my test subject had arrived.
Smiling warmly, I approached her side.