Chapter 131
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Dildo Genius Lucia (1)
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"...Hng...! Nng...! ...Haa... I... I swallowed it all... ♥ Eugene's cum... ♥"
Just moments ago, she had been wearing such a lewd expression, but now she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment as she reported it.
Watching her like that stirred a mischievous urge in me.
"Iris. How did it taste?"
"...Nng...! It was... a bit... fishy... and bitter..."
"That must've been tough. Good job."
"N-No... Even so... thinking it was Eugene's cum... made my lower belly tingle... ha... and got me all excited."
Her face flushed red, but the way she reported it so diligently was utterly adorable.
"I'm glad you liked it. How's your body feeling?"
"Hm? My body...? Huh? Now that you mention it, the fatigue seems to have lifted a bit?"
I'd asked just in case, but as expected, she hadn't noticed until I pointed it out. Iris blinked in surprise.
It was a perfectly natural reaction.
If the recovery effect was strong enough to notice right away, I would've felt it myself the first time I drank the school nurse's milk.
'Too bad. Can't count on it for recovery, then.'
I stroked Iris's head and stood up from my seat.
"Thanks, Iris. You were a big help."
"...Huh...? E-Eugene? You're leaving already?"
"Yeah. It's... well, lunchtime now, actually."
"..."
Plop—
Without a word, the school nurse pushed me back down and straddled me.
"...Iris?"
"U-Upon second thought... I haven't properly tasted it yet... I need to check it more thoroughly. What do you think, E-Eugene?"
Iris panted hotly as she rubbed her overflowing pussy against my thigh like she was marking her territory.
I hooked the corner of my mouth up and yanked her hair, pulling her into a rough kiss.
Smack— Smooch—
"...On top? Or with the lower mouth?"
"Haaah♥... Top... bottom... anywhere you want... hng♥"
To cut to the chase, infinite sex was impossible.
The more orgasms we had in a row, the more stamina sex consumed than what we recovered.
I was used to continuous climaxes, so I didn't collapse, but the school nurse completely lost it, forcing us to stop.
And in the process, I discovered a totally unexpected issue.
'I'm so full...'
The school nurse's milk was so delicious it would win first place in any milk-tasting contest, but sadly, the human stomach has its limits.
'...Guess I should think of it as a side-effect-free stamina booster.'
Lost in serious contemplation about the school nurse's milk, I arrived back at the dorm before I knew it.
Click—
Lucia wasn't there; she must've been out.
I changed into comfortable clothes, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes.
No matter how much milk I'd drunk, she'd wrung me out pretty good, so I needed some rest.
Click—
But it seemed the heavens weren't about to let me rest.
No sooner had I shut my eyes than I heard the door opening.
"...Ah! Master! You're back!"
Lucia, her hands full of stuff, rushed over in an instant, buried her face in my chest, and sniffed deeply.
"Sniff...! Haa... haa... Master..."
"Sorry for coming back without a word last night."
"It's fine! I know you're busy, Master. You don't need to worry about Lucia. But Master...?"
"Yeah?"
"I smell another female on you."
"..."
I'd definitely showered clean, so how did she pick up on it by scent?
"...This smell... it's the school nurse. Did you go see her, by any chance?"
And why did Lucia's smiling face as she asked so casually look so terrifying?
A chill ran down my spine, but as a tamer, this was something I had to endure.
I swallowed hard and slowly opened my mouth.
"...Yeah, I did."
"Oh, wonderful! That way, if you ever get hurt, she'll treat you even better!"
Lucia clapped her hands, genuinely delighted.
"..."
I still couldn't predict when her switch would flip, even after all this time.
Sometimes she'd react intensely like she did at first with Vivian or the princess, and other times she'd brush it off like nothing.
No point overthinking it—that'd just give me a headache—so I changed the subject to shift focus.
"By the way, Lucia. Where've you been?"
"I was out preparing a few things. Ah! Master, look at this!"
Lucia pulled a check from her bag, covered in numbers.
"...What's this?"
I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but the numbers didn't change.
"It's a check from Tristia!"
That much was obvious.
Her name was written on it.
But this insane amount—what the hell?
Even if it was revenue instead of profit, it was massive.
I couldn't even guess how many she'd have to sell to hit this figure.
"...Lucia. Is the amount written correctly?"
"Yes! I checked the sales ledger myself! It's exactly 60% of the net profit!"
Lucia declared confidently.
Having received genius training from the Ursula family since childhood, if she said so, it had to be right.
And there'd be no reason to inflate the numbers instead of underreporting.
"...Even if every noblewoman nearby bought one, it wouldn't add up to this..."
"Heehee. Master, if they only bought one, maybe, but even the ones who buy the least get at least three, you know?"
Lucia said it like it was the most natural thing.
I couldn't wrap my head around that either.
Even accounting for front and back at the same time, two should be plenty, right?
What did they need three for?
With pure, innocent curiosity, I asked.
"...Why three?"
"The best one goes in storage for permanent preservation, the next for everyday personal use! And the last one for proselytizing to other noblewomen!"
Reality really does exceed imagination.
'...Did I hear that right?'
Preservation and personal use, fine, but proselytizing?
Did noblewomen sip tea, laughing ha-ha-ho-ho, and go, 'Have you tried the new dildo?' 'Not yet.' 'Oh dear, you must. I brought my proselytizing dildo—give it a try!' or something?
'...Modeled after my dick, no less?'
Just picturing it made my head spin.
As I pressed my throbbing temples, Lucia rummaged in her bag again.
"...And ta-da! I brought something special!"
"...!!"
The moment I saw it, I instinctively checked my crotch.
'...It's still there.'
What Lucia pulled out was a dildo so identical to mine that I could've believed it was cast from the real thing.
"What do you think? Way better than the prototype I gave you, right? It's not quite as good as the real Master, of course... but it's getting rave reviews!"
"...You made a dildo... this intricate...?"
"No, this is a 'special item.' The production cost wouldn't work for mass production. The standard ones look like this."
Lucia kept pulling more dildos from her bag.
Seven colors total: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
"Pretty, right? I said three earlier, but that's the minimum—even more people collect one of each color!"
"...Do you really need that many dildos?"
"Heehee... This is a secret just for you, Master. The truth is, the dildos don't have great durability."
Low durability to sell more...
Isn't that borderline fraud? Just as I was thinking that, Lucia pressed a finger to her lips.
"Ah! But we didn't skimp on materials or anything. We couldn't cheap out on something modeled after Master's dick. They're pretty sturdy, in their own way?"
She sidled up close and whispered in a sultry voice.
"...For some reason, though, using them makes women masturbate so roughly that they snap. Heehee."
I couldn't even imagine.
How hard do you have to use a dildo to break it?
I shook my head and eyed the 'special item.'
"...If that's the standard, how do you get the 'special item'?"
"Gacha! All dildos come in opaque boxes with random colors! Oh, and the 'special bonus gift' has a separate 0.5% drop rate, of course!"
Familiar terms poured from Lucia's mouth.
I closed my eyes, thought it over, and nodded.
'...This is full-on gacha.'
Unbelievable as it was...
It seemed my dick-modeled dildos were trending as gacha among noblewomen.
"...So the unlucky ones might never get it, but buy 140 at once and you guaranteed get a 'special item'!"
They even had a pity system.
I took a deep breath to calm my pounding heart.
'...It'll probably die down eventually.'
Even in my past life, gacha fads burned out quick with repetition.
Once 'special items' got common, this madness would end.
As I finally regained my composure, Lucia beamed.
"Ah! And just in case—but it won't happen!—if the noblewomen get bored, we're planning 'limited-time items' too!"