The Scent That Lingers
Eloise. Slurp—slurp—suck— “Haa… ngh… haa… mmm…” Under my gentle caresses, Eloise began to let out soft moans. It wasn’t just the sounds—her desperate expression, her flushed skin, and the sweet nectar dripping from her most intimate place made it obvious to anyone that she was in heat.
I glanced up at her face for a moment before diving back under her skirt. My tongue began to stroke her slick, glistening folds. “Mmph…! Hngh! Haaah…! W-wait…! Just a little slower!”
Eloise grabbed my head through the fabric of her skirt, pleading, but I only smirked and moved my tongue even faster, licking up along her slit. Gripping her soft ass cheeks with both hands, I pressed my face deeper between her thighs and slowly pushed my long tongue inside her.
“Kh…! You…! Where the hell are you licking…! Haaah!”
Slurp, sluuuurp. Suck…! The trembling in her legs grew more intense. Ignoring her question, my tongue slithered like a snake, exploring every inch of her dripping core. The sweet nectar that flowed onto my tongue tasted completely different from Maila’s. My tongue dug deeper and deeper into her hole, craving more of that sticky sweetness.
The lewd, wet sounds filled the bathroom until, with a sharp cry from Eloise, her whole body suddenly froze. “Mmmh! S-stop…! I said stop! W-wait…! Haaaaaaaah…!”
Her body shuddered violently as she squirted, then collapsed right there. Gulp—gulp— I drank down every drop of her juices while holding her lower body close, the sticky sounds echoing as my tongue worked. When she started to fall backward, I caught her and slowly withdrew from beneath her skirt.
Slurp— I casually licked the nectar smeared across my face and looked down at the collapsed Eloise, savoring the lingering sweet taste. To think she’d actually pass out while standing. If I hadn’t caught her, she might have hurt herself.
“Hmm… now what?”
Unfortunately, the unconscious Eloise didn’t answer.
The fainted Eloise woke up almost immediately. I’d been worried that if it took too long I might just leave her there, but it seemed the first orgasm of her life had simply overwhelmed her for a moment.
“You…! How dare you do whatever you want…!”
The moment she got up, Eloise pointed at me and tried to yell, but I cut her off by holding out the stockings and panties she had thrown at me earlier. Seeing them, she fell silent, staring at me blankly before realizing her current state. Her face turned bright red.
She had been charging forward like a runaway train while aroused, but now that she’d climaxed, it seemed her usual composure had returned. Eloise snatched her clothes from my hand, dressed herself with angry huffs, clicked her tongue, and tossed a single line at me before storming out.
Bang! The thick bathroom door slammed shut violently, and Eloise was gone. Only the humming of the ventilation fan filled the empty restroom. Left alone, I straightened my clothes, stretched lightly, and savored the aftertaste of Eloise’s fluids once more.
Her nectar had a refreshing, citrus-like sweetness—completely different from Maila’s. “She said we’d continue in the room later. Guess she’s planning to do it again, huh?”
Today, of all days, I found myself desperately wishing classes would end early.
“So you’re saying your sense of smell has become sharper than usual?”
“Yes, that’s right. It’s not to the point where daily life is impossible, but it is quite bothersome.”
After all her classes for the day, Eloise stopped by the academy’s infirmary before heading back to the dormitory. She wouldn’t get as precise a diagnosis as she would from the church, but for Eloise, this was an urgent matter. Since the person in charge was still a professor, she figured it might be helpful and decided to visit.
“Hmm… I think I’ve seen a similar case before…”
Eloise waited quietly as the professor, one leg crossed, chewed on her pen in thought.
“Is there anything else? Like, maybe your other senses have dulled in exchange for the stronger smell, or perhaps you’ve become more efficient at using magic?”
“No. It really just seems like I can smell things better.”
“Just from what you’ve described, it does sound like a curse. The fact that you came here before going to the church suggests it’s quite urgent, doesn’t it?”
“…Yes. Most smells I can tolerate as just being particularly strong, but when I’m around other people, it gets a little…”
“Other people…? Ah, you mean body odor? Things like sweat?”
“…Yes.”
Eloise had thought it might be rude to say out loud, but the infirmary professor didn’t seem bothered at all. She simply nodded and began checking off items on her paper. After waiting in awkward tension for a while, the professor finally set down her pen as if finished.
“For now, it does seem like a curse, just as you said. Assuming you’re not lying to me, that is.”
“I wouldn’t come all the way here just to lie… So I suppose I’ll have to go to the church for treatment after all?”
“Well… that would be the standard approach, yes? You can’t keep going around like this forever.”
The professor pointed a finger at Eloise’s face. More precisely, she was pointing at the handkerchief that had been covering her nose and mouth almost constantly—except when she was with Serina.
“Umm… yes.”
Realizing she couldn’t do anything about curses herself, the professor made a regretful face, sighed, and began brewing a fresh cup of coffee. Watching her, Eloise hesitated for a moment before finally asking the question she had been debating since earlier.
“Um… Professor, is it possible for someone to have a scent that smells good to only one specific person?”
“Hm? What do you mean by that?”
Eloise swallowed nervously as the professor looked at her with renewed interest over her coffee. She carefully explained about Serina—without revealing that it was Serina, of course—saying that while everyone else’s body odor was unpleasant, there was one person whose scent was strangely fine.
“Hmm—well, if it really is just an enhanced sense of smell like we think, then it’s not entirely impossible…”
“It’s not impossible?”
“I mean exactly what I said. It’s not impossible. The odds would be extremely low, though. According to what you’re saying, that person must naturally emit a pleasant scent from their body? Just from the description, one race immediately comes to mind.”
“Such a race actually exists?”
Could Serina really not be human? But Eloise had spent the whole day walking around campus, secretly sniffing many students despite pretending otherwise. Among them were quite a few non-human races. And every single student had their own distinct scent. That was why Eloise had grown so curious about Serina’s true nature.
Reading the expression on Eloise’s face, the professor smiled, shook her head, and continued as if it were nothing serious.
“You must have heard of them. I’m talking about dream demons. The ones commonly called incubi in male form and succubi in female form. Though I’ve heard some can switch between both, I’ve never actually seen one, so I wouldn’t know for sure.”
Upon hearing the professor’s answer, Eloise let out a sigh mixed with disappointment.
“It’s been so long since all the demons were killed by the hero… That’s ridiculous.”
“Of course it was a joke. I don’t know who this student you’re talking about is, but I’m a little jealous. Body odor is one of those things that can really bother you.”
The professor took another sip of coffee, looking amused, but Eloise was remembering what had happened with Serina in the bathroom earlier. How she had taken it upon herself to educate a commoner who refused to show proper respect to a noble like herself, and how Serina had eventually accepted that education. Of course, she had shamefully climaxed alone and fled the scene, but once she returned to the dorm, she planned to give her a proper lesson this time.
“So, you’re still planning to get it treated?”
“…Yes. It feels like daily life will be impossible like this. I think I really do need to visit the church.”
“That’s a shame. Having an enhanced sense can be quite useful in dungeon exploration. Besides, while you called it a side effect, it doesn’t seem unmanageable.”
“That… I’ll have to think about it.”
Just as the professor said, when considering its performance alone, it was undeniably a useful ability despite the side effects. With dungeon exploration and sparring practice sessions approaching soon, it was hard not to consider the possibility.
Feeling like they had covered everything, Eloise stood up to leave. The professor waved her off, but then seemed to remember something and called her back.
“Then I’ll be going now.”
“Sure, sure. Go ahead. Let me know if any other problems come up. Ah, wait. Could you come back tomorrow or the day after?”
“Is there something you need?”
“You said it’s hard to smell other people, right? You’re not planning to keep covering your face with that handkerchief forever, are you?”
The professor pointed at Eloise’s nose again. It had already become a habit after just one day.
“Well… that’s true, but I don’t have any other options.”
“I made some magic tools back when I was really into crafting them. I’ll look for one and have it ready, so come by later.”
“…Thank you.”
Since the professor was offering help, Eloise had no reason to refuse. She bowed once and left the infirmary. With a deep sigh, she glanced out the window.
“A dream demon… what nonsense.”
Deciding it wasn’t a very funny joke, Eloise headed back to the dormitory. She had a certain roommate named Serina who still needed another lesson.