Chapter 50
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Lewd Milf's Milk Tea (3)
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"Yu... Eugene... this is..."
"..."
It felt just like the time Lucia first came to my room and suddenly declared herself my fleshlight.
No way... The school nurse had gone off to fetch some milk, only for me to catch her squeezing out her breast milk...
Psssh─
I'd barely managed to process the situation and collect my thoughts when milk sprayed from the nurse's nipple once more.
'...I thought the school nurse was one of the normal ones, at least...'
In truth, a teacher harboring sexual desires for a student was plenty abnormal in its own right...
But in a world teeming with utter lunatics, this had seemed par for the course—normal, even.
But...
'...I kinda like it.'
That the school nurse was a married woman came as a surprise, but up until now, I'd never seized the upper hand in our encounters. Her allure was too intoxicating for that.
She'd let me rub her belly whenever I asked, and though I'd forgotten in the end, she'd promised to come back tomorrow when I told her to.
But now, with her flustered like this...
I could take control.
'Getting "managed" by the school nurse isn't bad...'
But to veer off the pure-love route with her and into harem tamer territory, it was high time I made it crystal clear who held the power in our relationship.
"...I-it's a misunderstanding... Th-that... it's a misunderstanding first off!"
The school nurse insisted it was all a big misunderstanding.
I fixed her with an icy stare and an equally cold tone.
"...I'm disappointed in you, Teacher."
"...Eh?"
Those words alone twisted her face into that of an abandoned puppy caught in a storm.
"To think a married woman would indulge in such lewd acts."
"M-married? N-no, that's not it! I'm not married...!"
She leaped to her feet, flailing her hands in frantic denial.
'...?'
No way.
The school nurse wasn't married after all?
'Well, pregnancy doesn't require marriage, sure...'
Still, the idea of her being an unwed mother hit me like a brick.
Back when I played as TTQ123, one of my nicknames was "Patient Unicorn."
If a game company pulled the "She's a virgin!" bait-and-switch only to reveal she wasn't, I'd fire off a 57,000-character rant email and rally a full boycott. I was adamant: every main heroine had to be a virgin, except maybe married ones.
From that angle, my fondness for Academy's Tamer probably stemmed partly from all its main heroines being untouched.
Of course, now that Academy's Tamer was my reality, I wasn't that obsessive about unicorns anymore...
But the shock lingered.
"...If anything, that's even more disappointing. You got pregnant without even getting married first?"
I laced my words with a hint of genuine feeling this time, and she panicked harder.
"N-no, I keep telling you! I'm not pregnant! And I'm not married!"
"...?"
Impossible.
...My predictions had missed the mark twice now!
As I eyed her suspiciously, she flinched, trembling, and shouted.
"...Eugene! What do you take me for?! I-I'm bound by a vow of chastity!"
She might really have taken that vow, just as she claimed...
"...Hmm."
But looking at her— that face, that figure—it was hard to buy that she'd stayed a virgin this long.
"...So how do you explain the breast milk?"
"W-well... It's just... I've been lactating since I was little... It's my constitution, that's all..."
"Is that true?"
"It is...!"
Her face flushed crimson as she reaffirmed her purity once more.
I stroked my chin, gazing at her.
'30s, milf vibes, school nurse, massive tits, lactating body, virgin... Perfect.'
These traits all bundled into one woman? Unbelievable—but far from bad.
"...How am I supposed to believe that?"
Of course, I believed her confession.
Just look at that aggrieved expression.
p>If that was acting, she belonged on stage, not teaching.
But my countless hours grinding eroge told me pushing her now would yield even more.
"...Th-that's..."
Truth be told, she had zero reason to prove her purity to me.
We both knew we were into each other, but we were still just student and teacher—nothing more.
"So it was a lie after all."
"Ah! No! It's not a lie!"
As I hung my head in feigned sorrow, her maternal instincts—swollen as her baby pouch—left her no escape.
"...Then prove it."
"...Pardon?"
"Prove your chastity, Teacher."
I knew I was being unreasonable.
Even without sex, masturbation would've torn her hymen ages ago—no real proof left.
But if throwing a tantrum scored me gains, this tantrum was worth it...
"F-fine! I'll prove it! There!"
"...?"
Her response left a question mark hovering over my head.
How the hell did she plan to prove it?
"I'll... I'll show you the evidence... so no more doubting me!"
Her face beet-red, Iris locked the infirmary door.
Smooth─ Smoooth─
Iris climbed onto the desk and began peeling off her black stockings.
With every inch they descended, she felt Eugene's gaze drilling between her thighs.
'Wh-what am I doing right now?'
Facing reality head-on made her eyes spin.
She had no clue how things had escalated to this.
...But now that they had, she couldn't back down.
─Slip
Her panties slid down slowly, revealing the secret folds she'd never shown another soul.
"...Th-there... see for yourself... I-I have a hymen..."
Shame, self-loathing—a cocktail of ugly emotions wrapped around her.
"Then I'll take a look."
But as Eugene drew close enough for her to feel his breath, something unfamiliar stirred beyond the humiliation.
'...Ngh...!'
Eugene examined her pussy for a moment before asking.
"...Have you ever masturbated, Teacher?"
"Th-that's... not important..."
"It is to me. Answer me."
His grave expression—like the fate of the world hung in the balance—sent smoke signals from her overloaded brain.
"...I have."
"I can't hear you."
"...I have! I masturbate...!"
Iris bit her lip hard and turned away.
...She wanted to die. Just hang herself and be done.
"You masturbate, yet your hymen's intact... Hard to wrap my head around."
"...C-carefully...! Only my breasts... and clitoris... that's why..."
She knew it sounded weird, but she'd checked in the mirror often enough. Iris truly cherished her hymen, preserving it faithfully for the one she'd spend her life with.
"...Mind if I touch it, then?"
"T-touch it?!"
"Yeah, I can't see properly. Need to confirm."
Showing it was mortifying enough—letting him touch might actually kill her.
But staring at his intent face, refusal died in her throat.
"...J-just a little... And... g-gently... don't tear it..."
"Got it."
Iris spread her legs wide herself, parting her pussy lips with her fingers.
And...
─Prod
"Ngh...!"
His finger slipped inside, sending feather-light tingles racing across her skin.
"...Ahh...!"
Squeeze─ Squeeze─
Each movement inside her drew uncontrollable moans from her lips.
"Yeah... I can feel it."
"Ngh... s-stop...!"
She shoved him away, clamping her thighs shut and scooting back.
"...Th-that's enough, right."
"Yes, thank you."
"Th-then I'm heading out, so you go too, Eugene! Take care of yourself!"
As Iris hastily dressed and made for the door...
Thud!
Eugene pinned her into the corner, bracing one hand against the wall to block her escape.
"E-Eugene... Wh-what's this all of a sudden?"
"Our conversation isn't over, Teacher."
"It is! You even touched it!"
"No, your chastity is just a side issue."
"...Ch-ch-chastity's a side issue?!"
Her eyes bulged in fury, but she bit her tongue.
"H-how dare you say that—do you have any idea the humiliation I endured letting you touch me?!"
"Calm down, Teacher."
"H-how can I?! Even for you, I can't just let this sl—!"
"I apologize for my poor word choice. But the real point is you fed me your breast milk."
Her explosive tirade cut short; her face drained pale as she averted her eyes.
"...Th-that wasn't breast milk."
"Then why were you squeezing it into a milk bottle?"
Cold sweat trickled down Iris's back at his sharp question.