Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Philia's Circumstances
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Quite early in the morning.
After a moment of hesitation, Philia, who had woken up early, stepped out of the dormitory.
It was to shake off her sleepiness in the cool breeze and soak in the unique atmosphere of early morning.
Lately, she had lost her excuse to meet Iris, leaving her with a twinge of regret.
Was it because their meetings had always been official?
With no real progress in their relationship, Philia let out a soft sigh without realizing it.
Thinking back... she had to admit the invitation had been too one-sided.
Suddenly suggesting they go to the forest together... Had she been too hasty, lost in that haze?
Since then, Philia had sensed Iris keeping a bit of distance.
...More than just official meetings.
Perhaps that impulsive suggestion had backfired.
She had forced a meeting to make up for it, but in the end, nothing had changed.
Walking listlessly, Philia gazed at her reflection in the fountain's surface.
Staring at it, she wondered if maybe she just wasn't attractive enough, but that didn't seem right.
Even stripping away personal bias and looking objectively, her looks were more than decent—quite good, in fact.
Soft golden hair cascading like sunlight, eyes sparkling like jewels, skin so clear it seemed transparent.
...Smaller than Teacher's, though.
Full, voluptuous breasts and a soft body.
Her pointed ears bothered her a little, but they felt more harmonious than out of place.
...Not my looks, then.
It was a bit embarrassing to judge herself, but Philia concluded her appearance wasn't the issue.
So what was the problem?
Come to think of it, Iris sometimes glanced at her body. Considering that, she seemed attracted to her face and figure...
Had she skipped too many steps...?
Reflecting, it was like proposing marriage before even holding hands...
I was too hasty.
But at the time, Philia had no choice. That pure, intense spirit scent she hadn't sensed even in the forest.
It had intoxicated her like a drug, leaving her no other words.
As her thoughts reached that point, a sudden realization hit Philia.
...Do I actually love Iris?
She wasn't sure.
This was her first time feeling such an aura or having these thoughts, so Philia groaned in frustration, unable to decide, as she kept walking.
The cool breeze now felt somehow damp.
Dealing with academy duties would be easier.
Muttering to herself as she walked, Philia snapped to attention and realized she was near the infirmary.
Feeling an odd sensation, she tilted her head at the sounds coming from inside.
"Huh?"
She often took early morning walks and passed by the infirmary, but this was the first time she'd sensed any presence.
Curious, she approached and confirmed the noises.
They sounded familiar... like a voice she knew.
Knocking tentatively, Philia peeked inside just in case.
"Hic...!"
Seeing Iris lift her head with a flushed, aroused expression, Philia felt a pillar surge erect in her lower body.
The thick spirit scent filling the infirmary and Iris's own body fragrance surely played a part.
Breathing raggedly, Iris stared at what had sprouted toward her.
It had grown so massive in an instant that it strained against her skirt as if her panties weren't even there.
Beyond that absurdly huge thing—which even Philia thought was ridiculously oversized—she saw Iris's face.
Perhaps because she'd just woken up, Iris's expression seemed hazy. Saliva dripped thickly from her lips, as if she were drooling.
...Does she drool a lot in her sleep?
"Eut...!"
When Iris's breath brushed the tip, Philia shuddered violently, spurting clear fluid in thick drops.
Snapping out of it as her pillar throbbed, Iris shook her head wildly and staggered to her feet.
Crash!
The chair toppled backward from her rough movement, but no one in the room cared.
"Le-let's take care of it."
Still panting, Iris grabbed Philia's hand and led her somewhere.
Feeling the soft, warm touch in her hand, Philia followed, sensing her pillar twitching up and down.
Her mind was foggy, overwhelmed by the urge to relieve this bizarre desire right now.
Then, a thought crossed Philia's hazy mind.
...Is she going to help me directly, like last time?
Twitch!
But before her eyes appeared the familiar oversized onahole. Iris, who had brought her there, beckoned with hot, ragged breaths.
Her sweat-soaked clothes clung tightly to her body as she spoke.
"...I-I recommend... trying it out... this time."
"...Right."
Philia felt a pang of disappointment inside but didn't show it. Still, the distance between them was real, leaving her a bit downcast.
And so, perhaps...
Squelch! Squish! Squelch!
"Hng! U-ugh...!!"
...She used the prepared oversized onahole extremely roughly, as if venting frustration.
Objectively, it was a bit aggressive, but within acceptable limits.
However, her "thing" down there was beyond standard size.
Thud! Thud!
Each time Philia's pillar hit the end, the onahole bulged slightly, revealing its shape.
Even improved, it shook unsteadily, so Iris hurriedly grabbed it to steady it.
Squelch! Squish!
Feeling the impact at the end, Iris unconsciously clenched her lower abdomen and panted.
The lingering heat made her body burn hotter.
Thud! Thump!
Her body trembled from the vibrations of Philia's pillar.
...It's especially intense today.
What happened?
Could she even handle that...? Wouldn't it kill her?
Iris shuddered at the terrifying sounds she'd never heard from other students using it.
Then...
...What if Philia doesn't get satisfied with this?
The worry crept into Iris's mind.
If so, someone would have to take it.
In her world, that someone could only be herself.
Iris paled slightly, glancing at Philia's pillar thrusting in and out of the onahole.
"Ahng...!"
Squelch! Squish!
...Maybe she should just take it now?
If she stayed sane... sh-she'd probably be gentle.
If this release didn't snap her out of it, Philia would lose her reason to overwhelming lust.
In that case, better while she's still sane...
...
Iris swallowed hard.
If it had to happen anyway... better if Philia lost her mind.
Then no one would see her like this.
Feeling her lower abdomen clench tightly, she bit her lip.
She annoyed herself for thinking this way, but since she preferred it that way, she rubbed her thighs together and just panted.
...If she framed it as mutually curing each other's ailments, it might annoy her less. With that in mind, Iris calmly—no, heatedly—awaited the outcome.
Soon...
"Hic...!"
Spurt! Splurt!
A sound echoed as something gushed through the narrow passage.
Drip! Drip!
Watching the onahole's end swell, Iris unconsciously swallowed and stepped back.
She'd thought it a win-win moments ago, but now, seeing it end, fear gripped her.
If it doesn't go away like this, it'll have to go inside me, right?
Creak!
Just as her thought ended, Philia's pillar pulled out with a rough sound.
Covered in thick, slimy fluids, it curved upward like an angry beast, twitching wildly.
Philia's eyes, still holding some reason, were utterly clouded.
"Huuu...."
A low, beastly growl rumbled from her throat.
Flinch!
Iris shuddered and backed away stealthily so Philia wouldn't notice.
Honestly... this felt wrong.
She vaguely remembered taking it once before, but that was truly unavoidable.
Recalling it, Iris felt pain in her lower abdomen.
And now the situation was even worse.
Back then, she at least had some awareness.
But now...
"Huu... Huu..."
Listen to those ragged breaths.
Sensing what happened to the onahole would happen to her, Iris hid behind the privacy screen.
She knew she shouldn't.
If she didn't handle it, reasonless Philia would ravage someone else mercilessly.
She'd vowed to prevent that.
But that's just... too oversized.
Still wearing her shoes, Iris hid on the bed, clamping her hot-breathing mouth shut, stuck between options.
But one thing she'd forgotten:
Her body, recently "helped" by El, was already thoroughly loosened and ready.
Meaning...
Her sweet scent...
And the slick fluids trickling down her thighs...
Trailed from the onahole, past the screen.
She hadn't realized.
Clack.
Clack, clack.
Philia's footsteps approached, unsatisfied by the onahole.
Hearing them, Iris slowly retreated, pressing her back against the bed's edge.
Thump, thump.
Her heart pounded for various reasons.
Still undecided, Iris watched as...
Swish.
...the screen parted.
Revealing the tip of the massive pillar.
Slimy globs dripping off looked just like a beast drooling before its prey.