Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: The Health Teacher's Bizarre Day
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The beginning was calm.
It was just an ordinary start, forcing my heavy eyelids open like any other day and letting out a deep sigh.
But something felt off.
For one thing, Michelle, who always woke up later than me, was standing by my bedside with an awkward expression, staring down at me.
Her ears and tail twitched uneasily until she noticed my eyes open, then she spoke up.
"Are you awake?"
"...Ah, yeah. Sure."
Feeling a bit puzzled by her unusually cautious tone, I sat up, and Michelle sniffed the air before continuing.
"Um... Teacher."
"What...?"
With my mind still foggy, an inexplicable irritation bubbled up, making my response a little curt. Michelle's voice grew even more hesitant.
"...Is it that time for you?"
"That time...?"
What an out-of-left-field thing to say.
More than puzzling over it, my brain seemed bent on injecting sudden stress instead of solving the mystery.
...Which is to say, my brow furrowed.
This feeling... Yeah, it was like clicking on a title called "Lily Painting" only to see two beautiful girls staring at the screen instead of each other.
Not something to get outright mad about, but deeply unsettling all the same?
The problem was how this anger could flare up like pouring oil on a fire.
...Like it might ignite at the slightest spark.
I felt a twinge of unease at this unfamiliar sensation, the first of its kind in my life.
Then, as I mulled over Michelle's words, I noticed a dampness in my lower body.
Did I piss myself from anger? What the hell, why am I so wet?
I cautiously lifted the blanket covering me. A faint, fishy smell hit my face.
As I grimaced,
"Huh?"
I froze, my mind going blank at the disaster unfolding beneath the covers. Even the anger and irritation from moments ago vanished.
Between my thighs, visible past my breasts, was a bloody mess—dark red stains soaked everything, like a festival of blood.
The fishy smell snapped me back to reality, and I realized "that time" had come for me. That must be why Michelle was fidgeting...
Maybe her sensitive nose picked up the scent and woke her early...
...I felt a little guilty.
Panicking more now would just make things weirder, right?
It's a natural thing for women, after all. Fortunately, I managed to stay composed, casually pulling the blanket back over and giving Michelle a smile.
"Ah, looks like it is... Was that why you... woke up...?"
Michelle nodded sheepishly.
My face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness.
I cleared my throat, pretending to be nonchalant, and apologized. Michelle brushed it off with a grin, said she'd head out first, and left the room.
Watching her sniff the air repeatedly as she went made for a strange feeling.
...Beastkin with keen noses must have it rough.
Anyway, after sending Michelle off, I lifted the blanket again.
"...Ugh."
It wasn't a pretty sight, as expected.
How often do modern folks even see this much blood?
The stains were heavier than I'd imagined, making it feel less like "that time" and more like some malicious prank.
...Of course, that wasn't possible. It all came from inside me.
Truly disgustingly a lot.
Is it always this much?
No idea.
The silver lining: my body didn't hurt much. I didn't know if it was the price of all that blood loss, but I'd read that pain could make people irritable, so this was a relief.
...Instead, this sudden surge of irritation—or stress—had hit me hard, but it beat actual pain.
Only one of the two had come, after all.
Getting out of bed, I first dealt with the sheets. Even I felt weird about handing them off to laundry, so I enlisted Undine's help.
Watching her form a sphere of water around the dark red liquid made me feel like some vampire lord from a novel.
...Though all I could do was bleed from below, so the vibe was a bit off.
After tidying the bed, I felt a bit dizzy, so I grabbed something quick to eat and took a shower.
The warm water washing away the grime improved my mood a little.
As I rinsed off the soap, my hand absentmindedly drifted downward.
Not for any funny reason—just curiosity if it had stopped.
Having supplies here meant it wouldn't end in one go, obviously.
"Hmm..."
Not quite.
No red came off, but it still felt sticky.
Did this world even have those products?
The game never covered it, so who knew.
Well, there were events like that, but they focused on mishaps, not usage demos.
I pondered briefly, then shrugged it off.
It had soaked the bed plenty, nothing on my hands, and if more came, Undine could handle it.
Still.
El's been quiet.
She'd usually pop up giggling by now with some snarky comment.
...Not that I was waiting or anything. Just felt a little empty.
Even so.
Losing this much blood wasn't all bad.
Ironically, it meant all those measures after taking others' "that" had worked.
...Worth every time my body convulsed and I collapsed on the bathroom floor.
"Sigh."
How long do I have to keep living like this?
...Maybe just bail on the academy.
"That time" seemed to dredge up uncharacteristic thoughts.
I shook my head wildly and headed to change clothes.
There were all sorts of reasons I was sticking around here—it wasn't something one thing could decide.
Standing in front of the wardrobe, I reluctantly pulled out a flared dress. Pants tempted me, but this seemed easier to check.
...A bit embarrassing, but I could handle it without taking it off. No real alternatives.
Felt a little breezy down there, but it matched the "health teacher look," and the skirt was longer anyway.
The floaty feel... Well, unavoidable, but glancing in the mirror, I grinned without thinking.
Still cute, so mood lifted.
People really do thrive on pretty things.
It was uncomfortable at first, but now I'd embrace the positive.
Mind aside, my body accepted it here, right?
If I'd been in my original body, I'd have bolted from the academy that first day?
...Even without the intrusions and drama, it felt like I would have.
As I stepped out dressed, it was nearly time to head to work.
On the way to the infirmary, I ran into students who squealed about how cute I looked.
That it didn't annoy me suggested the morning irritability was just from waking up—no control yet.
...Though who gets upset at compliments?
Now, even "cute" felt natural.
Someday, going back might leave me blue. The thought hit suddenly.
"..."
I arrived at work with a strange mood hanging over me.
"Ugh! Haa...! Hnng...!"
Plap! Plap! Plap!
With every shake of the disheveled student's hips, the large onahole engulfing her rocked wildly.
Around lunchtime, Evelyn—bags under her eyes—brought it over with Charlotte for testing.
...I hadn't rushed them, but my cold words yesterday must've stuck. She'd skimped on sleep.
Charlotte, showing unusual enthusiasm, had jumped on board too.
But surprisingly, she looked no different from usual.
Her constant skipping and napping in the infirmary probably meant late nights tinkering.
Not my place to scold her for that.
She looked young, but by academy standards, she was an adult.
Anyway, quicker improvements suited me fine—no reason to stop them.
And now, the result played out before my eyes.
For a one-day tweak, it was pretty decent.
She was thrusting and shaking her hips on her own—no need for me to hold it.
Still room for improvement, mostly usability tweaks, but it functioned fine.
Plap! Plap!
"Ooh! Uuuh...!"
The issue... was my body acting weird.
No pain like "that time" brought, but my mood swung erratically.
...Weirdest now.
Plap!
The long shaft plunged deep into the onahole as the student's pelvis smacked its soft flesh.
A muffled squelch echoed, the tip bulging slightly at the end.
And every time,
Zing!
my lower belly throbbed.
It felt like I was the one getting penetrated.
No actual pounding sensation, but each time it hit the back, my abdomen ached.
Between my thighs—where red should flow—sticky fluid seeped out, soaking my panties.
Thank god I skipped pants. Brilliant choice.
...Why was my body doing this?
A hot sigh moistened my lips.