Something That Shouldn't Happen
Something That Shouldn't Happen
"More importantly, Lunia-yang, the review. Tell me the review!"
"Y-yes?"
Momentarily flustered by Valley Madame's sudden request, Valley Madame, who had approached without me realizing, grabbed my wrist and began pulling me deep into the shop.
The place we arrived at was a small room inside the shop.
Its purpose, clearly, was to be a place for open chitchat.
There were teacups I had seen when I was in Riverrun last time, and various snacks that went well with tea.
And on the opposite wall, there was an suspiciously large supply of tissues.
Just at a glance··········
'Pantry·····?'
It felt like a small resting place, the kind you find in every company.
Because Valley Madame, after seating me on a small sofa in that resting place, was sending me bright, eager gazes like a child expecting a gift—
"M-my first time was in the academy's women's restroom, you see·······"
I had no choice but to start recounting the experiences I'd had so far.
##
"Please come again next time~!"
I gave a brief nod to Valley Madame, who had come out to see me off, and turned around. My hands were filled with countless paper bags, like a lady returning from a department store.
"Haa······."
How did it come to this?
Valley Madame, seeing as I was her muse anyway, and more importantly, finding my stories too exciting, started with discounts and then, under the pretext of gifts, kept piling on lingerie, until I ended up buying this many pieces.
Since I knew it would be shameless to receive so much, all I could do was somehow press money into Valley Madame's hand before leaving.
Well, even though it wasn't this many, I had originally planned to buy about four or five sets anyway······and honestly, I didn't dislike it.
Since I only had that one set of lingerie gifted by Valley Madame last time, I could only wear it two or three times a week, but now I could wear it every single day.
"Sigh. At this rate, I'll really be masturbating every day······."
If I got aroused every time I wore sexy lingerie, I felt like I'd be in a horny mood every day. I was already feeling that my masturbation frequency was too high these days.
I'm not a man who produces new semen every day; I'm a woman. More precisely, I have a woman's body. If it were me before possession, I would have done it twice a day. Up to four times if I was really into it, but now, after possession, isn't the situation different?
No matter how I think about it, spending every day masturbating outdoors and living a perverted life doesn't seem right. If you live crazy for lust, that's just an animal.
'I should live like a human, like a human·····.'
Of course, even so, what's unbearable is unbearable.
Arriving at the dormitory, I laid all the lingerie out on the bed.
"Hmph."
They were so, so beautiful.
So much so that I wanted to change into them right away.
Still, if I keep helplessly succumbing to such temptations, I won't improve at all.
··········But couldn't I just wear them every day and not masturbate·····?
I found myself rationalizing like that.
Ultimately, human desire was endless.
Valley Madame isn't just an ordinary tailor who makes clothes anyone can make.
She is so dedicated to clothing that she designates a muse, and the garments created by her hands are closer to art.
So, even just looking at them now, I had an overwhelming desire to wear them.
Honestly, if you're a woman, you go crazy for pretty and cute things.
I was no different.
Still, there was no way I could wear this lingerie simply to set a mood.
For the ecstasy later, I had to endure now.
"Tomorrow··········"
Should I wear this?
Unlike the lingerie I first received, there were no open holes.
Instead, everything from the hip straps to the vulva was completely sheer.
It was lingerie, but not to the extent of 'don't wear it at all if you're going to wear this'—it was exactly that in-between feeling.
Nevertheless, what was certain was that it was absolutely not a design that should be seen by just anyone.
But well, of course—
'Because that's why I'm wearing it·····.'
Because I bought these scraps of fabric, which were ambiguous to even call lingerie, precisely to wear them.
Except for the lingerie I chose to wear tomorrow, I carefully folded all of them and put them in the closet.
··········Looking at them again, they were truly incredibly lewd lingerie.
Of course, that's why I liked them.
##
"Good morning, Lunia."
"Yes, hello."
Another new day began.
If it were before possession, attending school itself would have been stressful. Of course, there's a reason why essential education like human thought processes and logical reasoning exists.
Honestly speaking, it's natural for students to dislike school, and perhaps natural for office workers to dislike their workplaces.
However, if there's even a tiny bit of motivation, even disliked tasks can become enjoyable.
If it's school, having someone you like at the same school, or having friends with whom you enjoy playing no matter what you do, can be a sufficient reason.
Conversely, if it's work, having a competent boss, a new junior, or colleagues to gossip with would also be sufficient reasons.
And now, I was very favorable towards academy life.
Having already done preliminary studies with Master-nim, the very subject of magic was interesting to me, even though I was learning theories I already knew.
But among all of that, what made my academy life most enjoyable was, of course, my Exhibitionism Fetish.
And naturally, my secret activities at school ended up creating ripples in a calm lake.
Perhaps the very small ripples gradually grew in size, and it was no exaggeration to say they completely changed my life.
Thus, I came to enjoy my sexuality as a woman, which I had previously avoided and rejected, and I enjoyed it so much that I wondered if it was an addiction, and I ended up loving it.
"Lunia, what on earth is so important that·····"
"Ahaha, I'm sorry."
Perhaps I enjoyed it too excessively.
Even if it was a secret, if it had only been once or twice, she might not have noticed, but it was so frequent that Lady Ehiton finally couldn't stand it anymore and gave me a hint.
It wasn't that I completely failed to feel a sense of crisis either.
'I need to cut back a little.'
Lady Ehiton was someone who never cared what I did and never asked anything.
For such a considerate and kind-hearted Lady to directly hint at me, it was a big deal.
Truly, let's make this the last time and gradually reduce it.
···············Because this is really the last time·····.
I confirmed that no one was around and headed up to the rooftop. And as soon as I got up there—
"Hngh, hng!"
I lifted my skirt and began touching my pussy.
-Squish-squish!
Since I had been doing it almost every day only in the women's restroom, I needed a slightly greater stimulus. So, the place I chose today was the academy's rooftop.
If it were the women's restroom, there was the restriction that only women could enter, and the assurance of being hidden by partitions.
However, the rooftop was different.
If my voice leaked out, all the students on the floor directly below would hear it, and if that large door opened, they would immediately see my unsightly figure.
That's why I was even more aroused than usual.
It was more thrilling than usual, and the sense of immorality began to swell madly.
-Squish-squish-squish!
"Hmph! Hngh! Hngh?!"
Perhaps because of that, I couldn't stop.
I somehow covered my mouth to suppress my voice.
I, who usually pretended to be polite, moral, and acted like a model student,
-Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Haaahng·····!"
was vulgarly squatting on the rooftop of the Magic Academy, a place of learning, with my legs spread wide open as if begging someone to watch.
Completely lost in the trance of masturbation, I began to pursue only the pleasure of orgasm,
"M-more·····! More!"
Just before reaching an even greater climax than usual, as soon as I poked my G-spot—
-Pshoooooosh!!
"Hngh-euk·····❤️?!"
I ended up squirting a magnificent Squirting all over the floor and came.
"Haa, haa, hah."
It was incredibly dizzying.
It felt like my brain was being directly zapped with electricity.
As expected, it was incomparably better than ordinary masturbation. Thanks to this, I felt like I could have another pleasant day.
But just as I was feeling that way—
"Pfft, puhahaha."
"····?!!"
A chilling laugh burst out from behind me. My heart thumped—and feeling the illusion of it dropping, I hastily turned around to see,
"Ah, so this is why you're late every day·····"
Jerad was standing there, a lewd smile on his face.
"To think that Lunia, who always put on such a dignified act, would be vulgarly masturbating. Kukukuk."
"Kya, kyaa-eup?!"
"Shhh. You shouldn't scream."
I was startled and tried to scream, but Jerad, who had approached without me realizing, covered my mouth.
"Mmph mmph mmph!"
I tried to struggle and break free somehow—
-Thud!
"····Ugh!"
As if he wouldn't allow my struggles, Jerad pushed me down, covered my mouth with one hand, and restrained both my arms as if binding them with the other.
'Ah, ahh·····'
How?
No, more importantly, when?
Surely, if he had opened the rooftop door, I would have noticed.
"So this was the secret you tried so hard to hide. Khuhuhuhu, interesting, very interesting."
Of all people, none other than Jerad,
had found out my secret, which I absolutely had to keep hidden.
Something that should never have happened, had happened.