Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Full of Flaws
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“Uh… wh-what is this?”
I led the cadet, who had bent down to enter, right up to the large onahole. She fidgeted awkwardly, her face full of utter bewilderment.
Realizing my explanation had been sorely lacking, I looked at her flushed cheeks and said,
“This is for relieving the ‘thing’ that’s sprouted down below on you cadets.”
“W-with this?”
Her face was one of pure horror.
…Well, yeah. To someone seeing it for the first time, it’d be baffling what the heck it even does.
It was Evelyn’s first time unveiling it, so this reaction was only natural.
That meant I needed to explain it properly.
But actually trying to describe it felt kinda awkward.
Still, it had to be done, so I swallowed a silent sigh and stepped closer to her.
I positioned her in front of the large onahole and stood beside it. Hot air wafted up from below.
Precum was already leaking from the tip of my fully erect member, soaking her skirt.
“...You should probably take off your clothes first. It’s gonna get all wet at this rate.”
“Uh, um… okay.”
She hesitated a bit, clearly reluctant to expose her lower half, but soon enough, her skirt dropped with a soft rustle.
…Watching her undress sent a strange twinge of guilt creeping up my spine.
It’s for treatment, I repeated to myself, shaking off the feeling as best I could.
With the skirt gone, the ‘thing’—already shoved aside her panties—stood rigidly at attention.
It was bulkier and harder-looking than an average guy’s.
…How would I know?
Truth be told, I don’t. Swearing on whatever heavens might exist here, the only real one I’ve ever seen is my own.
My baseline is my memory of myself, and I’ve always thought I’m a bit above average.
So yeah, safe to say these are above average too.
Honestly, just a glance shows the difference plain as day.
That was enough gawking.
Now, actually trying to use it revealed a few issues.
First off, no clue if it was sized for my height or Evelyn’s, but it was positioned a bit too low for this cadet to use comfortably.
Not something I could fix right then, so I decided to slap a wide board underneath for now.
Would’ve been nice if the height was adjustable, but either she hadn’t thought that far, or it didn’t even cross her mind.
Makes sense, though. Strip away the onahole part, and it’s just a skinny, unimpressive frame. Looks like she poured all her effort into the inside of the onahole.
…Charlotte would’ve nailed the engineering side.
Probably just a gap in Evelyn’s expertise.
Next issue.
“Ugh…!”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Th-this feels way too tight… doesn’t it?”
“Aha… yeah. Hold on.”
Feeling a bit sheepish, I crouched down.
There it was: the cadet’s member clumsily wedged into the onahole.
It had forced its way past the entrance, trembling, but hadn’t gone in deep.
“Hmm…”
“Eek!?”
Lotion… or lubricant, definitely needed.
She said she tested it, so why the oversight?
…Did she even test it herself?
Maybe she lubed up naturally when using it on herself.
Anyway, her field of expertise, so if I mention it, she’ll handle it.
Would be ideal if it secreted lube internally… but even modern tech doesn’t have that.
Wait.
Magic engineering exists here.
With Charlotte’s help, maybe it’s doable.
“T-Teacher…?”
“Oh, sorry. Just a sec. I’ll fix it right up.”
The cadet in front of me took priority for now.
Solution was simple.
Just add a slightly viscous liquid inside, like you would for an onahole.
I summoned Undine to fill it up, and squelch!—the cadet’s shaft slid smoothly all the way in.
Hearing the grind as it hit the depths made my lower belly quiver for some reason.
Since it’s modeled after mine, does it feel like it’s plunging into me?
Slap! Slap-slap! Smack!
Once she started thrusting, instinct took over. Gone was the shy girl; in her place, a female not yet a male, flaunting her lust.
A lewd, musky scent filled the infirmary.
Suddenly, I pictured it: the infirmary packed with cadets, all shaking their hips at this onahole.
…Felt like glimpsing the future.
And honestly… that was a bit much.
If this thing proves useful, maybe install them around the academy corners?
Only after it eliminates their lower sprouts and all flaws are fixed, of course.
But if it works… worth suggesting.
Not like I want to watch their moans and writhing hips or anything.
…No reason not to if it solves things quietly.
Slap! Smack! Thwack!
“Ahhng, o-ohng…!”
A voice so vulgar it made me cringe.
Yuri should involve tingling toes and pounding hearts, right…?
Definitely doesn’t belong here.
Then,
As she slammed her hips, thud! Thud!—the onahole shook violently on its base.
It looked ready to slide right off.
Startled, I grabbed it from the opposite side, worried she’d hurt herself.
Oblivious, she kept thrusting away.
Smaaaack!
Her shaft pounded the depths, the vibrations rippling to my belly like insistent knocks.
Feels so weird.
Not inside, but it feels like it is.
“Mm…”
Clinging to the onahole amid the bizarre sensation, I focused on holding it steady as her thrusts grew fiercer.
…Getting stronger every second?
Unbelievable.
How much time passed like that?
“O-ohng…! Hic…! S-something’s, c-coming out…!”
“...Yeah.”
The odd feeling cooled a bit.
Not her fault… but unavoidable.
Soon, she gripped the onahole’s handle, buried deep, and panted, drool spilling from her mouth.
Probably flooding the inside with thick, gooey spurts.
…Or is that vibration just my imagination?
Sending this stuff inside a person.
Terrifying.
Luckily, no sloppy withdrawal sounds—she’d been fully relieved down there.
But too soon to relax.
Exceptions existed; needed more data.
Anyway.
I gave the cooperative (unwitting) cadet a cookie and sent her off.
Cleaning her damp clothes was a bonus service.
After she left, I cleaned the onahole…
Undine handled it, but user one way, cleaner another—kinda bittersweet.
Another flaw to fix?
I jotted mental notes on improvements.
Near quitting time, a few more cadets showed up, so I steadily gathered data.
Then,
Wondering if Ekaterina was due soon, I sat zoning out when a knock sounded. The door cracked open, and Charlotte peeked in.
Rare for her at this hour, so I was a tad puzzled, but her visits were always welcome, so I greeted her warmly.
Perfect timing too—I needed her help.
But something was off about Charlotte.
No, not that her lower half had sprouted one.
It was flat down there. Flat as Evelyn’s chest.
She approached slowly, her face troubled and sad.
What’s going on?
Any reason for Charlotte to act like this?
Game event like this?
Nothing comes to mind.
Sunset light on her face made her look heartbreakingly pretty yet anxious.
“...Cadet Charlotte? What’s wrong?”
In a spot like this, all I could do was ask.
Coming to me meant she trusted me that much.
I swallowed hard and asked. She fidgeted before speaking cautiously.
“Um… Teacher Iris.”
Hearing her story, I couldn’t help a wry chuckle.
“T-Teacher…?”
“Oh, no, it’s not like I have bad feelings for Charlotte or anything—don’t misunderstand.”
…Same words Michelle had said to me first. Identical to her bathroom confession.
Makes sense—they were together back then. Odd if only Michelle felt it.
Even if I seemed to favor Charlotte, her looks made that natural, right?
I hugged the shocked, teary-eyed Charlotte softly and said,
“...It’s fine. Whatever you did back then was all because of what sprouted down there. Of course, doing that to someone asleep is… not okay.”
“I’m sorry…”
She buried her face in my chest, voice muffled, then continued.
“B-but back then… w-we did it, so… um…”
…Her too.
Michelle, Philia—why do they all mistake it for love after one go?
That intense, huh? Including the weekend ones?
Yeah, same combo, so natural to connect them.
I shook my head inwardly at her predictable words.
My response was set.
It’s just confusion from that lower sprout.
“...By that logic, I did it with Instructor Michelle too… so does that mean I have to be in that kind of relationship with everyone?”
Actually more than that. It happened.
Charlotte looked stunned at my words.
Even I thought it sounded a bit slutty, but facts are facts. All to protect my lily garden… unavoidable choices.
Worried she might withhold help on the onahole upgrades, she murmured from my chest.
“...So, does Teacher Iris like even a messed-up me?”
Scared it’d distance us after what she did while I slept?
Charlotte’s so cute.
“Of course. That’s got nothing to do with it—I like you, Charlotte.”
“Hehe…”
I wanted to ask if she was okay, but they don’t seem fazed—blame the weird sprouts.
Not like it’ll turn real anyway.
As I stroked the clinging Charlotte, I felt eyes on us.
Turning, I saw Ekaterina watching with a peculiar gaze.
…From the weekend onward, her timing felt suspiciously on point.