Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: Warm-up
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A knock echoed through the room, but El didn't stop.
With hands that carried a pleasant coolness, she gently pressed my thighs, slowly parting them before burying what I assumed was her face completely between them.
It felt just like my panties had been thoroughly soaked with cold water.
They weren't actually dripping wet, but El's texture made it feel that way.
Though... because of my body's condition... they were wet... but even so.
In any case, the sensation was so utterly unfamiliar that my body shuddered involuntarily.
A bizarre feeling, like soft water pressing firmly between my thighs.
It even prodded me with something like a tongue and soft lips, as if it were alive.
Each time that gentle texture touched places usually hidden away, chills raced across my skin.
My face, collapsed on the desk, grew hotter by the second, and the breaths escaping my lips slowly turned feverish.
So I decided to ignore the knock.
Whoever it was, they wouldn't stick around long if they thought someone might be here.
They'd probably heard something while passing by after waking up in the morning and gotten curious.
If I just stayed quiet and held my breath... maybe they'd leave.
...Though it might spawn some weird ghost story. But places like the infirmary always have a few of those, right?
A moving anatomical model or strange noises coming from—
This was a bit different...
"Eut...!"
I had no idea.
El's sensation, which had been circling deep in my thighs, now began delving into even more intimate territory. My thoughts scattered.
The pent-up desires I'd been accumulating were finally seeing a path to release, spreading like wildfire and scorching my mind.
Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth, buried against the desk, and my widely spread thighs drew together toward the center.
Even as my thighs clenched inward, it didn't hinder El's movements at all.
If anything, all I felt was that cold, plush texture.
In the meantime, it was like ink blooming through a large cup of water.
The cold, squishy mass finally nudged my panties aside, prying open the gap. El's tongue, slipping in like a separate living creature, clung stickily as if savoring my depths.
"Hic!?"
My body, primed since yesterday, latched greedily onto the invading presence.
El's something-or-other freely changed its size, swelling to match my contracting insides. The dizzying pleasure from the soft barbs embedding into every curve and fold within me.
I'd braced myself to stifle any sounds.
But the ambush of pleasure I'd never felt before rendered my preparations useless.
The desk grew slick. A light climax washed over me, my whole body trembling as fluid trickled from me—but oddly, the chair stayed dry.
At that moment.
The door burst open with a clatter.
The door—I didn't, the door isn't locked!?
"I could've sworn I heard something—...Huh?"
A familiar voice rang out. Even with someone entering, El didn't stop. If anything, she stimulated my insides with silent, insistent presses—pure evil.
So I desperately pretended to be asleep.
Like I'd come in early to catch a nap.
Thinking it over, it sounded insane. Who shows up to work this early just to sleep?
But right now, it was my only option. I couldn't stay composed with the relentless stimulation.
Click-clack, click-clack.
In time with the footsteps, whatever was inside me from El pressed and prodded my depths. Having endured it once before, I managed to hold back my voice, but my heart pounded wildly.
Dizzyingly so.
Soon, I sensed someone's presence right in front of me.
The sweet, cool fragrance and another's warm body heat made it unmistakable.
A mutter came from above.
"Teacher Iris...?"
Not just familiar—a voice I knew well.
Philia.
Student Council President.
Her voice reverberated in my ears, laced with curiosity about why I was here at this hour.
I wondered the same, but pinned face-down and desperately muffling myself, I couldn't voice it.
"Why are you here at this time...?"
Philia spoke cautiously, then fell silent, seemingly staring at me.
The sensation of her gaze on me brought heat prickling my nape.
Then.
"Teacher?"
As if checking if I was asleep, Philia called out and lightly tapped my shoulder. Her touch burned like a branding iron. El still writhed inside me.
Mustering desperate endurance to show no reaction—as if to say, Oh, you're holding out on this too?
El stretched her "something" long, extending her tentacles deeper.
"Hmm... You really seem to be sleeping... But what's that smell?"
The sound of a closed window opening reached me.
Meanwhile, El's tentacle reached my deepest core, swirling its soft mass around my own.
As it expanded the entirety of that depths with a deep squeeze...! my mind went white.
"Uh, ughk...!?"
The voice I'd barely held back slipped out.
"Hm?"
Click-clack, click-clack.
Philia approached. My insides expanded once more. This time, a metallic taste filled my mouth, but I held it in.
I felt moisture leaking from my lower half, but no sound accompanied it.
Did El want me to get caught, or did she enjoy my restraint?
What did El even want...?
With my heart thundering and my mind a mess of pleasure, I had no way to know.
All I could do was hold my breath, praying it'd pass without incident.
"Did the breeze wake you up, maybe...?"
"...♡"
My lower belly tingled.
My already limp tongue lolled out uncontrollably, splaying across the desk.
Philia, now close, stayed silent in puzzlement for a long moment.
Then she pressed her nose to my ear, sniffing.
Chill, chill.
The sensation of air being drawn in raised goosebumps on my nape.
Whether she knew my condition or not, Philia murmured as she sniffed.
"...It smells like it's coming from Teacher."
Then she grabbed my hair and sniffed outright.
Embarrassment heated my face, but thankfully, she couldn't see it.
But.
Did that displease her?
El, pressing deep inside, extended something snakelike.
A tentacle reached toward a place nothing should enter.
Squelch!
It felt like a sound echoed within me as something set foot in uncharted territory.
A place nothing had ever entered before.
A safe haven, overwhelmed but never breached even by the largest intruders.
El's invading tentacle explored it with delicate care, like handling fragile pottery, gently tapping and swirling inside.
I'd heard stories like this.
That being stimulated there wouldn't feel good.
I hadn't disagreed; I'd thought it made sense. A spot out of reach couldn't feel pleasurable.
...But maybe because it'd been crushed by huge things all this time.
A dizzying wave of pleasure flooded my mind like a torrent. Without El, the chair would've been soaked, droplets pattering to the floor.
"Ke, kehk...!"
"Te, Teacher?"
The irony was.
My body felt the thirst I'd endured since yesterday easing somewhat.
The heat filling my lower belly vented outward.
If I hadn't bitten my forearm near my face, an even messier voice would've escaped.
At least Philia mistook it for chills from the open window.
She hurriedly fetched a blanket from the bed and draped it over me.
I couldn't refute it—that was the saddest part.
Why did only I have to endure this...? It felt unfair, but my pleasure-addled mind just craved purging the remaining lust.
Then.
I felt Philia's slender, cool hand gently stroking my forehead and nape.
She murmured in a slightly serious tone.
"You feel feverish."
Deeming the blanket insufficient, Philia tried to lift me to the bed, grasping at my thighs and back.
Startled, I hastily wiped my mouth and lifted my face.
"I-I'm fine...!"
"You're awake."
As I rose, Philia withdrew her hands and stepped back slightly.
Her deep eyes met mine.
I vaguely saw my reflection in them.
Saliva, tinged red at the edges despite wiping, still glistened at my mouth. The slickness from the desk soaked my chest, revealing hints of skin beneath.
My utterly relaxed face still bore the afterglow, lax and dreamy.
All told...
Even I had to admit... it was a look that could stir anyone.
Hearts would've sprouted from nothing.
Panting, I averted my gaze downward.
"Tea...cher?"
...Something was slowly swelling.
Maybe I'd made the wrong choice. If I'd stayed still... I might've ended up on the bed. With El's help, it could've worked...
Too-late regret flooded me.
But my body, deeming it still insufficient,
tingled in my lower belly,
trembling.