Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: In the Infirmary
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This felt really weird.
Just sitting there quietly, watching the students relieve their lust, and yet my lower abdomen kept stabbing at me, my breath coming in short gasps.
It was like I'd turned into the heroine from some lewd manga.
...How many of them even got a proper ending?
Strange thoughts like that floated around in my head, and the more I tried to chase them away, the clearer they became.
"Ahn... Hnng...!"
Even trying to focus on building the water onaholes just to think about something else— the pleasure intensified, and lewd, vulgar voices drifted over, shattering my concentration.
That made the constructs loosen up, letting the students stay longer.
The one silver lining was that the improved large onaholes the two of them had refined took on quite a bit of the burden.
...The misfortune among them was that it affected me the most.
Slap! Slap!
Squelch! Squelch!
Every time the sound of flesh pillars pounding away echoed, it felt like I was the one getting hammered.
The sensations of all the things that had stirred inside me before came back faintly.
This must be what they mean by going mad and jumping out of your skin.
No, why the hell is this happening to me?
Do all women feel like this on 'that day'?
I'd never asked real women, so I racked my brain over games I'd played or stories I'd read, even if they were exaggerated or off-base.
...Excluding the weird manga.
Most seemed to get irritable, like yesterday or this morning. Or they'd be in so much pain they couldn't leave bed.
But I couldn't just ask the ones here.
'By any chance, does your sex drive go wild on that day?'
Imagining how they'd look at me gave me chills. They'd suspect something, wondering why I'd even ask.
I could leverage my position as the infirmary teacher to probe a bit, but lies breed bigger lies, leading to disasters I couldn't handle.
...Especially since I was already hiding things.
"Teacher?"
"Y-Yes? Yes?"
"Um... it's, it's done nowww..."
"Ah, um... sorry. I was just... lost in thought for a bit..."
In the meantime, a student's weary voice reached my ears. Next to her, the water onahole bulged with sticky fluid.
Seems like she'd finished while I was spacing out.
I let out a sticky breath, opened the drawer, and firmly placed a cookie in the student's hand. My grip tightened without me realizing, her soft touch...
...It smelled nice, too.
"T-Teacher?"
"Ah, sorry. It was so soft, I got carried away... You must take good care of them. Well, take care going back."
"...Yes."
I cooled my flushed head, spouting excuses I'd seen in games or stories, and sent the students off.
Not forgetting to hand them cookies, of course.
I even fiddled with their fingers a bit without thinking, but... this much should be fine, right?
Holding hands isn't a big deal... or is it?
Anyway.
The awkward limbo between lunch and quitting time.
My condition was heading straight for rock bottom, and with so many students stopping by to find out why, it was like pouring fuel on the fire.
My perky nipples rubbed against my underwear, sending sly tingles of pleasure, and when I stood up, the chair stayed hot from the heat.
The infirmary reeked of students, the pillars rising from them, and what they'd spewed.
Even cleaning couldn't fully erase the sticky scents clinging to the air.
It was so bad I thought chemical warfare training would be better.
"Hoo..."
Quitting time was soon, though. No visitors at this hour.
I'd somehow endured.
But could I really go home like this?
I'd just hope things normalized after today.
Quitting time hit, and I bolted back to the dorms. With Undine's help, I cleaned up, then dove straight under the covers.
If I fell asleep right away, nothing could intervene.
Sleep didn't come easy, but my efforts paid off.
I dozed off before anyone showed up. Not that Michelle was the only possibility...
I woke to a dim room.
Not pitch black, so... probably near dawn.
Falling asleep uneventfully and waking the same way was encouraging.
...But my body's state hadn't improved much.
The bed still felt soaked beneath me.
Peeking under, it wasn't blood... probably fluids from my body.
The kind you wouldn't describe aloud.
I silently summoned Undine to handle it, then shifted my gaze to the presence in the room.
...Ah, of course. There she was, Michelle, curled up.
She seemed asleep, but her tail sticking out from the covers wagged discontentedly.
A bad feeling hit me. I quietly dressed and slipped out.
Might be rude to Michelle, but hunches like this never failed, so I moved fast.
...Once out, I felt a bit guilty, but if she didn't catch me, it was fine.
- Up rather early, Contractor.
"...You were here?"
- Hm? Ah... just had something to attend to.
El's voice chimed in. She'd been quiet yesterday, but something must've come up.
Being queen might not just mean sitting at the top.
Sensing a headache coming, I clamped my mouth shut and headed to the infirmary.
Ironically, after muttering about wanting to go home yesterday, the only early spot was there.
My body still burned.
I chanted it'd pass and endured, but no miracle recovery.
"Hoo..."
Hot breath escaped my lips, drawing an odd tone from El.
- You don't look well, Contractor.
"...Yeah, whatever."
Was she playing dumb, or just noticing now?
She and Undine were the only ones I'd called on nonstop.
Not thinking it major, I opened the infirmary door silently.
No ventilation last night— a thick fog of scent poured out.
"Ugh..."
I winced, flung open windows for air, and tidied yesterday's mess.
Without related tasks, work distracted from my state, but sitting sweaty reignited the heat everywhere.
...I'd bled it out once already, but this fever wouldn't quit.
Maybe doing it once... would help.
Slumped over the desk, panting, the thought hit.
'That day' involved bleeding too, so once done, it should end—like this.
Wasn't this just 'that day''s aftermath? Shouldn't it be over?
Now I felt wronged.
Another sigh escaped, then a soft "Hmmm..."
A presence stirred under the large dress hem.
"Wh-what?!"
Startled by the sudden silhouette, I yelped and tried to stand.
"Stay put. Fufu... Why so jumpy?"
"W-well, popping up suddenly—especially from under the skirt—anyone would freak."
Spirits just don't get humans.
Irritation lost to the heat I couldn't vent; no energy to snap.
I just flopped back on the desk.
Tired from airing and cleaning—might as well nap till time.
Did my attitude poke something in El?
Silent a moment, she suddenly jammed her cool body between my thighs.
Really.
'Jammed' fit perfectly; no better word.
"Wh-what are you... Nngh..."
Her cold body against my thighs sparked a faint pleasure.
I pushed weakly at her under the skirt, but it was egg versus rock.
El wouldn't budge.
She chuckled. "Seems this heat's the issue. I don't usually do this, but you're my contractor... so I'll offer a special drainage service."
"N-no need... for blood..."
"I despise lies, Contractor."
Chills ran down my spine.
El's voice stayed playful, sincere-ish.
But it rang like a warning.
Intended or not... probably my imagination.
Still... I couldn't speak.
Instead, words she wanted slipped out.
"...You won't count it as a favor, right?"
"Worried about that? My contractor's so stingy."
"..."
'Stingy' stuck like a thorn, but shutting up seemed smartest; I bit my lip.
"Fine, as you wish. Wasn't planning to anyway. But... I'll do it my way."
"...Whatever, go ahead."
No one's around... should be fine.
El wasn't human—no intrusion.
...Yeah, venting like this should fix my body—
"Ngh..."
That instant, El's soft, cool lips touched my thigh. The chill made me shiver.
Her motions started at the thigh, creeping... ever more intimately inward.
Said she'd do as she pleased—didn't expect this.
Thought she'd just flood inside right away.
As eerie pleasure built in my lower half,
Clack, clack.
Footsteps approached from afar.
And.
El, delighted, buried her face deep.
"W-wait a sec."
I whispered urgently, shoving her away.
No use.
"Hngh...!"
Knock, knock.
Someone rapped on the door.