Chapter 39
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Lewd Milf's Milk Tea (1)
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"Hmmm..."
The 32-year-old school nurse, Iris, struck various poses in front of the full-length mirror, checking out her body from every angle.
But no matter how she posed, her baggy clothes refused to show off the figure she wanted.
Finally, she tugged the fabric tight from behind, and only then did the silhouette she envisioned emerge.
"Mm!"
It dipped in where it should and burst out where it ought to.
"This looks pretty good."
Satisfied with her reflection, Iris glanced down at the damp sensation on her chest.
"...Ah, it's leaking again."
She sighed as she peered at her breasts.
Milk had overflowed, soaking the fabric around her nipples.
It wasn't from pregnancy.
She'd never even done the deed required for that.
She just had a constitution that produced breast milk.
...She didn't know why, but at some point, her breasts had ballooned in size, and the milk started flowing.
For a while, squeezing them out once a week kept things under control, but lately, she'd been having to do it several times a day.
Exactly since she'd met 'Eugene Calliope.'
"Aaaah! Why did I do that?!"
Recalling yet another dark moment from her past, Iris screamed and stomped her feet.
Separate from her past actions, she actually possessed a perfectly normal mindset.
The ideal school nurse's outlook: protect the weak, heal the sick, and care for the students.
But whenever she met Eugene, it was like she'd been hypnotized—she couldn't act like herself.
Not just offering to rub his belly, but last time, she'd nearly stolen a kiss from him while he slept on her lap pillow.
'I'm crazy. Crazy.'
Thud! Thud!
Unable to bear remembering her past deeds, she slammed her head against the desk.
Fortunately, Eugene had woken up midway, so it ended as an attempt, but if she'd actually kissed him...
Bam-!
Iris slammed her head again.
Just imagining it drove her mad.
'...Why on earth?'
She slumped over the desk, lost in thought.
But no matter how much she pondered, she couldn't understand why she was so drawn to Eugene.
His looks?
Of course, Eugene was undeniably handsome.
In fact, the entire Calliope family was famous for their appearances.
Anyone with even a passing interest in high society knew the three Calliope brothers were all stunning enough to draw gasps.
...And they really were.
But how could looks alone turn a person into this?
Not to brag, but plenty of men had hit on her over the years.
Including a ton of handsome young nobles.
She'd turned them all down without a second thought—never once had she felt this pull.
"...Sigh... I'll avoid him for a while."
Iris clenched her fists, resolving to steer clear of Eugene until her feelings settled.
If things kept going like this, she might cross a line one day.
A small part of her mind whispered that such a relationship might not be so bad, but she shoved that thought deeper.
"No, no, no! Get a grip!"
Eugene was a student, and she was a teacher.
After graduation, maybe—but absolutely not while he was still at the academy.
"...After graduation? Hehe..."
She let her fantasies run wild for a moment before shaking her head vigorously.
"...Time to milk these."
Eugene probably felt nothing, so what was she doing tormenting herself like this?
A wave of belated self-loathing washed over her.
"Here goes!"
Iris casually stripped off her top, pulled out a bottle for the milk, and placed her breasts on the desk.
"Eek... It's cold..."
She smeared a bit of the leaking milk on her fingertips and circled her nipples, then massaged her breasts with both hands.
"Haa... Eek..."
The more she kneaded, the more lewd moans escaped—but this was purely a milking massage.
"Massage... massage... haa... ah... haa... eek..."
She repeated it like a mantra to brainwash herself, but every brush against her areolas sent jolts of pleasure, making her body twitch wildly.
"Haa... haa... th-this should... do it..."
As the tension in her breasts eased, she gripped the area around her nipples in a crescent shape and pressed firmly toward her chest, keeping her fingers tight.
Spurt-
"Hnnngh..."
Milk sprayed out, bringing a tingling, refreshing sense of release.
Drip drip-
The vigorous stream slowed as the bottle nearly filled.
"Uungh... haa..."
Iris tugged her nipples to squeeze out the last drops into the bottle.
"...Seriously... haa... if it's this much now, how much would come out if I were actually pregnant..."
She murmured, staring at the milk sloshing in the bottle.
She wasn't collecting it out of some attachment to her milk.
She drank it.
At first, embarrassed that milk was leaking without pregnancy, she'd dumped it right away.
Then one day, curiosity got the better of her—she took a sip before tossing it and was shocked at how it restored her fatigue.
When she asked her redheaded friend who knew about this stuff, she just said it was probably due to Iris's unique ability.
As she stood to grab a change of clothes, her reflection in the mirror showed her bare breasts.
"...Hnn... so naughty."
Seeing them glistening with milk made the space between her legs itch.
"...Just a little?"
There were no practical training sessions today.
No injured students would show up, so maybe a quick touch wouldn't hurt?
Normally, Iris would never do such a thing in the infirmary, but with her body hypersensitive from milking and weeks without self-relief, dark urges began to creep in.
And so, her hand slowly drifted toward her thighs...
Knock knock-
Someone knocked on the infirmary door.
"...Eek!"
"Teacher."
It was shocking enough that someone showed up at this hour, but the voice belonged to Eugene.
"May I come in?"
"W-wait a sec!"
Iris scrambled into her clothes as she replied.
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"Haa... haa... C-come in, Eugene..."
Seeing Iris's state, I frowned in mild surprise.
Her hair and clothes were a mess, like some monster had appeared in the infirmary.
"...Did I come at a busy time?"
"N-no, it's fine. Sit there."
I knew the answer before asking.
Knowing when the infirmary was empty also meant I knew when Iris was here.
"S-so, Eugene? W-would you like some... black tea?"
"Yes, thank you."
I didn't refuse her offer.
One great thing about this world: tea aromas were incredibly rich.
I'd always preferred tea over alcohol anyway, so this was a treat.
"H-here."
"...?"
Her hand trembled like she had a tremor as she handed me the tea.
"Thank you."
I took the tea with a nod and naturally poured the milk from the bottle on the desk into it.
Straight tea was fine, but right now, I craved something creamy.
"...Wha... th-that..."
Iris pointed at the bottle, flapping her mouth like a fish.
Wondering if the milk was spoiled, I checked—no issues.
Sniff sniff-
Even the smell seemed fine.
Dairy goes off quick; if it were bad, it'd show.
"Seems okay? Was it milk I shouldn't use?"
"N-n-no, not that but..."
Looking up, her face was beet red.
...Iris was acting weird today.
'But I'm here to build affinity anyway.'
I kindly didn't point it out and took a sip.
Gulp.
"...!"
The moment the sip hit my tongue, my eyes flew wide.
Incredible.
I never knew flavors like this existed.
This was a masterpiece.
Worth the trip to the infirmary today, no question.
"Magnificent!"
"Y-y-yesyesyesyes!"
I clapped sincerely.
Her eyes and the teacup shook like there was an earthquake.
I didn't know why she was so tense, but after tasting this milk tea, I was in a forgiving mood.
"Perfect flavor. No exaggeration—a tea shop run by you would thrive. Best milk tea I've ever had."
Fresh milk that tasted freshly squeezed, blended with perfectly brewed black tea.
Impossible not to love.
I drained the cup in seconds and smacked my lips in regret.
"Teacher, if it's no trouble, could I have another?"
"Th-that... Aaaah! E-Eugene, I just remembered a paper due today! Sorry, but could you leave?"
"...Do school nurses write papers too?"
"Y-yes! N-next time, I'll definitely rub your belly! See you!!"
Bang-!
The door slammed and locked the second I stepped out—deadline must've been tight.
"Tch..."
Outside, I smacked my lips, recalling the milk tea's taste.
"Too bad..."
Was I bummed about failing to build rapport with Iris... or about not getting more milk tea?
Even I wasn't sure.