My Romance Is About to Be Smothered in the Scent of Night Flowers
If seven out of every ten students at the academy were futanari, then it stood to reason that nearly every girl in this class was one too. Maybe even all of them. So why did girls who should have had nothing between their legs but a pretty pussy all come equipped with cocks instead?
"Evelyn. Evelyn!"
"Huh?!"
"The teacher's calling you."
"Evelyn, are you still not feeling well?"
"N-no, ma'am. Sorry, Ms. Aisle."
I'd been so deep in thought about futanari that the teacher's voice hadn't registered at all. Second period was Ability Theory, taught by our homeroom teacher, Aisle Seraphina.
"Evelyn, could an ability be used continuously, without any limit?"
It was basic common sense in this world — and it also happened to be the question you needed to answer to raise Aisle Seraphina's affection. Which meant I knew the answer cold.
"No, ma'am. There's a limit."
"And what kind of limit would that be?"
"Abilities are part of our own bodies, so overusing them carries the same risks as pushing your body too hard."
"Mm, perfect answer. You can sit down now."
With a flawless reply like that, I could almost hear Ms. Aisle's affection ticking upward. Which left the question of what my own ability was. The original protagonist of Neon Fall possessed Physical Enhancement, a laughably trivial power — scorned by nearly everyone, and yet it carried one of the most romantic stories in the game: a single sword, honed to its absolute limit, graduating at the very top of the academy. Of course, at the moment I didn't even know how to use an ability in the first place.
"As you all know, an ability is an extension of your own body, and on average it manifests between the ages of three and five. And just as our bodies grow, abilities can be developed in all sorts of ways."
I turned the problem of how to actually use one over in my head all through her lecture, but nothing came to me. I tensed up my body — nothing. I thrust a hand forward while picturing myself breathing fire — nothing changed.
"Evelyn, what are you doing?"
Roselyn, who had been watching me with odd fascination from the next seat over, leaned in and whispered. For the record, her ability was Electrification — she could wrap her body in electricity or hurl it outward.
"It's nothing."
"So what's your ability, Evelyn?"
"Uh... my ability is..."
What excuse would work best here?
"Secret."
"Eh? A secret?"
"Yep. I'll tell you later."
Brushing it off as a secret got me through that one, at least.
"You two, no talking. Honestly — Roselyn, again?"
"Teacher, why's it always 'Roselyn again'? So mean."
"Because you're the one who talks every single time, that's why. And quit bothering Evelyn."
"I'm not bothering her!"
When second period let out, we got our break — twenty minutes in all, downright luxurious by the standards of a Korean high school.
"Ugh! Sitting through class for the first time in forever has me all stiff."
Six years had passed since I'd graduated high school myself, and sitting still on a hard chair through lectures turned out to be no small feat. And yet this was the world of my favorite game, and the classes were all about it — I wasn't bored for a second. If anything, I found it fascinating.
"E-Evelyn?"
"Yeah, Roselyn?"
I was in the middle of a long stretch, arms extended, when Roselyn called my name in a hesitant voice. Her gaze was extraordinarily careful — it would start to drift downward, then dart back up to my face, as if there were something down there I absolutely must not see.
"Um... I can see everything. How about, uh, closing your legs?"
"Huh?"
What did she mean, everything was showing... oh. My pussy.
"Kyaa!"
My legs had splayed open and dragged my skirt up with them, and with no panties underneath, everything ended up on complete display.
"You're... not wearing any panties...?"
"Th-that's because... in the bathroom earlier..."
"Oh. Right. You... did."
Those were the panties that had been soaked clean through with my juices — the ones I'd used to wipe down a cock covered in cum. How was anyone supposed to put those back on? They'd gone straight into the trash.
"I don't mind, but... if the other girls catch you looking that defenseless, we've got a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Futanari have insane sex drives. So you've gotta watch yourself."
Roselyn was a futanari too. Which meant her sex drive was every bit as strong.
"Ahem...♡"
The moment she let out that oddly suggestive little cough, my eyes dropped to her skirt before I could stop them. What was that bulge? A shape anyone would recognize as a cock stood out prominently against the fabric. Maybe conscious of my stare, she pressed her knees together and tried to casually shield it with one hand.
"If you stare at it like that... I can't..."
"Oh — sorry...!"
"I-I can't have my panties ripping, okay..."
"Your panties... rip?"
"Mine's kinda big... if it goes hard like this, they'll tear..."
Wasn't that a problem entirely apart from being big?
"The school store doesn't... sell panties, right?"
"Nope, sure doesn't. Oh, but they've got pads."
"But no panties."
"Huh. Yeah, that's useless then."
The conversation that had begun the instant she saw my pussy had settled down, but it still felt somehow frantic — like the two of us were racing to scrub away the awkwardness.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom."
"Yeah, sure."
I relocated to the bathroom to get my thoughts in order, and—
"Ugh...♡"
The moment I opened the door, the scent of night flowers — in other words, semen — came rolling out so thick and pungent it felt like a slap across the nose.
"What is that smell...?"
It was bad enough that I'd honestly rather have walked into a reeking urinal.
Fap fap fap fap—!!
I was turning on the faucet to wash my hands when I heard a strange sound.
No way... it couldn't be.
It had to be my imagination—
Fap fap fap fap fap—!!
"Hnnghh...♥"
It was not my imagination. Someone was in here masturbating again, hard at work. Except it wasn't just one someone.
"Haaahh...♡"
"Mmmnh...♡"
Three stalls were locked tight, and from every single one of them came the same fap-fap-fap and breathy little moans. What was this, the army, you bastards? Who just casually beats it in a school bathroom like that? The claim that futanari had powerful sex drives had just been proven beyond all doubt.
I was shaking my head on my way out when another student brushed past me inside. Was she heading in to masturbate too?
"Hey, you second-years! The whole place is vibrating with the smell of cum! Why are you all in there jerking off like this?! You're gonna rub your dicks raw!"
I broadcast the state of the bathroom at a volume every student walking the hallway could hear. The fact that I could say it like that told me masturbating in the bathroom wasn't treated as any big deal around here.
Just what kind of place was this supposed to be? Neon Fall, the city that held so many of my memories. Noctis Academy, where I was supposed to meet the heroines and fall in love. And it was packed wall to wall with girls who couldn't stop jerking off.
It was absolutely the worst. The shock rang through my skull like the day, as a kid, I'd spotted the guy inside a mascot costume taking a smoke break with just the furry head lifted off.
"Evelyn, come on, hurry."
"Huh? What is it?"
"Next period's PE. You've gotta change into your gym clothes."
Roselyn came darting over, took my hand, and led me back toward the classroom. If I remembered right, PE periods involved training tied to your ability; anyone who just felt like exercising was free to do that instead.
"Ms. Aisle stopped by a minute ago and told me to hand you your gym clothes. They're on your desk."
"Thanks, Roselyn."
But the moment Roselyn's hand pulled me back into the classroom, I walked straight into a scene of pure shock. Cocks right in front of me, cocks over here, cocks over there. The field of dicks that had sprung up out of nowhere made my head swim. Why was everyone stripping their panties off to change, too?
"Let's get changed, then."
"Um, Roselyn... why is it that when you change into your gym clothes... HUAAGH!"
"What's wrong, Evelyn?"
Roselyn, exactly like every other student, had stripped off her panties without a second thought and was busy pulling up her leggings.
"Y-you're not wearing panties?"
"Futanari don't have to wear them with gym clothes. Regular girls do, though."
"Why...?"
"Panties are tight enough on their own, and if you layer the leggings over them it's way too much. School rules."
What kind of school rule was that supposed to be?
"I-I'm... gonna go change in the bathroom!"
I hugged the gym clothes off my desk to my chest, sprinted for the nearest bathroom, and locked the door with all my strength.
"Haah... hah... haaah... what the hell kind of worldbuilding is this?!"
There was more than one or two things I couldn't wrap my head around. Futanari had powerful sex drives and obviously wanted to have sex with ordinary girls who had nothing but a pussy. And yet futanari and normal girls changed clothes in the same room. Futanari didn't even have to wear panties. No matter how I turned it over, none of it made sense. What if somebody ended up having sex in there? How was that classroom any different from an orgy venue?
"Mmh...♡ A-am I... wet?"
Maybe because the image of that field of cocks refused to leave my head, my pussy gave a twitch — and at some point it had started leaking.
Squelch—!!
"Hahh... nngh♥"
The instant my hand slipped under my skirt of its own accord and spread my pussy open, a moan burst out of me. Along with it, I watched a long, clear strand of arousal stretch down from between my legs and drip away.
"Th-that makes no sense...♡ All I did was look at some cocks...♡"
'That's exactly why you're turned on.'
"Wh-who's there?!"
It was the same voice that had flowed into my head back in the bathroom with Roselyn.
'Getting wet from looking at cocks is only natural, isn't it?'
"Who even are you...? Why has your voice been ringing inside my head?"
'I'm you.'
"What...?"
'So how was it? A classroom filled to the brim with nothing but delicious cocks.'
Of course something like that was disgusting.
'From what I could see, Roselyn's the biggest one in your class. Even soft, that heavy hang of hers looked absolutely delicious.'
"I couldn't... have seen anything like that."
'Don't deny it, Evelyn. Panicking or not, you took in every single futanari cock in that room.'
That was only because I'd been flustered. Disgusting or not, when there's a whole pile of something, panic makes your eyes dart everywhere. It couldn't be helped.
'So which cock did you like best? I'm a sucker for the huge ones, so Roselyn's was my favorite.'
"What the hell are you?"
'Dripping pussy juice and still holding out, huh? I can't wait to see how long you last, Evelyn.'
With those parting words, the voice in my head fell silent for good.
"Forget it! Forget everything! I just have to think good thoughts!"
Most of the student body being futanari was a five-alarm disaster, but there was nothing I could do about it. The right answer, for now, was to focus on the fact that I'd landed inside my favorite game and enjoy my new life.
"Haah... first things first. Get changed."
Once I'd changed, I walked out to the field where the Class C students were gathering. Roselyn came over to greet me first — and I had no choice but to screw my eyes shut.
"Evelyn, hurry up. The teacher will be here any minute."
I had only just managed to start forgetting the shock of that field of cocks.
"Evelyn?"
It was way, way too vividly on display.
"Y-yeah. Let's go, quick."
With no panties under her leggings, the shape of her cock was printed in crisp detail. And Roselyn wasn't the only problem. All thirty-five of the futanari among Class C's forty students had their cocks just as plainly outlined through their leggings, strolling around like it was nothing at all. The four ordinary girls besides me didn't seem remotely bothered by the situation.
"Mmh...♡"
My eyes kept getting dragged back to the cocks showing through those leggings when my lower belly abruptly began to throb. And if I got soaked with no panties on, every last bit of it would show.