Chapter 70
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: The Butterfly Effect Starting from Milk (7)
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"Hnggh...♥ Th-this...! I-it's... Hnngh...♥ Kkuuuh...♥"
"Teacher, you've gotta have masturbated at least a few times before."
"Th-that's...♥ different... Kkuuh...♥ M-masturbation... and this... are... different!!♥"
Every time I moved my fingers, the school nurse's hips bucked wildly.
"...Kkhuh!♥ D-doing it... like that...♥ to my clit...!♥... N-no... can't... take it...♥ M-my... head's... going blank...♥"
For a woman her age, overflowing with lust, the 300% sensitivity boost from Prince on the Bed was apparently too much to handle.
Pssshhh─
It had only been a few seconds since I started touching her pussy, but she squirted on her own and came.
"Who said you could cum whenever you wanted? A pussy that cums without permission needs to be punished."
"Kkuuggh...! I-I'm... sorry... I'm so... sorry... M-master...♥ I came... on my own...♥ Please forgive me!♥"
"No. If you did wrong, you take the punishment."
"Hnggh!♥ N-nooo! I-it's still... sensitive... from cumming... Tormenting my sensitive pussy...♥... Oggh...!"
I didn't stop even after her climax, keeping up the torment, and she clung to me with her eyes rolled back.
'Perfect.'
Every time she climaxed, the amount of milk spraying out noticeably increased.
At this rate, I'd have all the milk I needed in no time.
"Hoo...♥ Sniff...!... Ungh...♥... F-feels... too good...♥ G-gonna... go crazy...♥"
"Teacher, don't let go of the milking machine. This is about extracting your milk, not satisfying your lust."
"Ogooh...♥ B-but...♥ Hng...! M-my pussy... feels... too amazing...♥"
"Tsk, who said you could make excuses?"
I pinched her clit between my fingertips and twisted. The angelic, gentle school nurse let out a vulgar moan I could never have imagined from her.
"Uggggh!!... N-no more... excuses...♥ I'm sorry...♥... S-so...♥ don't... torment my clit...!... N-no...!♥... Ungh...! Let go...!... P-please...!"
Feeling her life threatened by the overwhelming pleasure, she suddenly thrashed around, trying to escape.
Even in the middle of all this, she didn't let go of the milking machine as ordered, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥... G-gonna... die... gonna die...♥"
"It's fine. You're not dying yet."
Her body was trembling dangerously, but she was still okay.
This wasn't just a hunch—the Prince on the Bed evaluation said she could cum another ten times without any physical issues.
Of course, that was just for her 'body.' Her 'mind' would get hopelessly addicted to this pleasure...
'But that's for me to handle anyway.'
I hugged her tightly from behind and whispered in her ear.
"...You tried to cum on your own again, even after the punishment. Teacher, you've got a premature pussy. Come on, Teacher. Apologize for having a premature pussy."
"Ugh...♥... Kkuuh...♥... Y-yes... I'm sorry...!!... F-for my... quick-cumming...♥ premature pussy... I'm sorry...♥"
She'd even given up on escaping now, trembling uncontrollably in my arms.
"Good girl. Now, do you remember what I said last time?"
"Hng...! Haa... Wh-what... was it... I... can't remember...♥"
Expecting her to recall anything in this pleasure-drunk haze was cruel in itself.
But that was the school nurse's problem, not mine.
As her tamer, it pained me, but I had to administer punishment.
"Oh? Then I guess I have to torment you until you remember."
I held her from behind, sucking on her nape while sliding my fingers into her pussy.
"Kkuuuuh!♥"
"Hey, spread your legs."
"N-no, don't...♥ Hya! Uk...♥"
She tried to clamp her legs shut, so I kept my right hand moving inside her while stimulating her clit with my left.
"Uhk...♥ Th-this is... no...♥ Really no!"
"Then remember quickly."
"I... don't know...♥ I don't know... Forgive me...!!"
"Sigh, fine. I'll tell you one more time. I said to announce when you're about to cum."
"Ugghuk!!♥... I remember now...♥ I'm gonna... cum...!.. Kkuuh!♥ I did it...! P-please... stop...!"
Tears streamed down her face as she begged, but I had no intention of stopping.
"No. It's not just announcing you're cumming. You have to explain how you're cumming too."
"...I know!!♥ I know now...! J-just...♥ let me rest...!."
"No."
With those words, I tormented her pussy at a speed I'd held back until now.
"...S-stop...♥ R-really... gonna die...! Hngh...♥ Hguuk...♥"
Despite her pleas to stop, her inner walls clung to my fingers like they wouldn't let go.
"If you want me to stop, say it properly."
"Hng...♥ Y-yes...!♥ I'm... gonna cum...♥ to Eugene-kun...♥ punishing my pussy...♥!!"
The moment she declared her climax, I pressed hard on her weak spot while lifting upward with my fingers still inside.
"...Hngh!!... Uuuh...♥ Aaaahhh!!"
Her body convulsed so hard the bed shook, and she squirted pussy juice and milk at the same time.
Pssshhh─
"Hoo..."
I laid the unconscious school nurse, still twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure, on the bed and collected the milk before standing up.
Fortunately, I had exactly the amount I needed.
"He... heuh... hn...♥"
I felt bad leaving her like this after going this far...
'No time. Next time, I'll definitely fuck you...'
I covered her with the blanket and rushed toward Tristan's house.
The same time, at Tristan's house.
"Haa... haa... D-Dad..."
Isolde lay on the bed, her face twisted in agony as she breathed in shallow gasps.
"...Dad's right here."
Tristan placed his hand on her forehead, and her expression eased slightly—but only temporarily.
Before long, Isolde's face contorted in pain again.
"...Haa... haa..."
"...."
Tristan clenched his fist at the fever radiating from her forehead.
'She's at her limit...'
Isolde's stamina had already reached its breaking point.
...Yet Tristan hadn't dispelled the barrier because he was still holding onto a promise with someone.
─I will definitely find the answer.
'I said I wouldn't expect anything...'
And yet, foolishly, he found himself hoping.
Eugene, with his bold declaration, seemed like the type who could find the answer Tristan couldn't.
Deep down, Tristan still wanted to trust him even now.
But...
'...There's no time left.'
He couldn't let Isolde die just because he wanted to believe.
Tristan stroked her head once and stepped outside.
The winter night sky was breathtakingly beautiful, but Tristan wasn't looking at the stars—he stared at the barrier unfurling below them.
「Grand Barrier」
Even in Carnea Academy, where the empire's top talents gathered, probably only Tristan could dismantle the Grand Barrier without proper authorization.
That didn't mean he was the academy's best professor, though.
For instance, Professor Amy specialized in [Language Command], Loreos in [Combat Magic]—Tristan's expertise was simply <Barriers>.
Thinking of Amy and Loreos, Tristan shook his head.
If those two combat experts had been around, they might have handled any situation.
'Of all times, why did those two have to be away...!'
At that moment, realization dawned, sending chills down his spine.
'Is this... really a coincidence?'
It couldn't be.
This was all planned.
Someone inside the academy had discovered Isolde's lifespan crisis—something so well-hidden—and even knew the day both top combat professors would be absent. That level of intelligence...
'...Who is it?'
Tristan briefly considered possible traitors, then let out a bitter smile.
Who was he to call anyone a traitor?
What he was doing right now was betrayal too.
He rationalized it as necessary to save his daughter, but the informant might have similar circumstances.
'...Enough pointless thoughts. I just need to save Isolde.'
Steel-ing his resolve, Tristan clapped his palms together.
He knew it himself.
This was wrong.
....But there was no turning back now.
To save his daughter, he had no choice but to dismantle Carnea's barrier as the man demanded.
"「Access—Modify—Release」"
Tristan's incantation echoed, and mana shot from his body like fireworks, striking the barrier.
————
Dismantling the barrier made no sound at all.
It simply melted away from the top where his mana touched, like snow in water.
Tristan had no idea why the black-clad man wanted the barrier down.
He hadn't asked, blinded by the hope of saving his daughter, and the man hadn't explained.
'...But it's definitely not for good reasons.'
Likely, many would be hurt or killed tonight.
Maybe even students he taught.
The thought brought a wave of guilt so intense it nearly made him vomit.
...But Tristan didn't regret it.
To him, Isolde's life was worth more than his students' lives.