A Normal Day for the Hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member (6)

I came to after passing out, but the cock that had been violating me was gone. I tried to open my eyes, only to find something sticky plastered over them. Of course, it was semen. Given its mildly alkaline nature, it stung and burned if it got in my eyes, so I carefully rubbed around my eyelids to wipe it away before finally opening them and checking the clock.

“…Eleven o’clock.”

That explained it. Class was in session. Aside from the fact that every student here except me was a futanari, this was still a perfectly ordinary academy. During class hours, the students attended their lessons. I’d heard that because the student body was small and professors were hard to come by, many classes were taught by talented students in their respective fields of expertise. Still, it showed just how determined the principal was to run the academy properly.

“Huu…”

I stretched out on the bed. Even during class, a few students would still come looking for relief, but there were naturally fewer of them. Sometimes none at all. That meant class hours were essentially my break time.

I sat up. Looking back, I was glad I’d passed out on the bed.

Of course, my body had been perfectly optimized as a shared onahole for futanari, so any muscle stiffness or soreness faded quickly anyway. I glanced around the special classroom and muttered to myself.

“Wow… this really is no joke.”

How many had used me? First there was Riel, then the human girls Kel and Trista… after that the horse-beastman Chacha had come… I tried counting on my semen-covered fingers, but it was pointless so I gave up. I couldn’t even count them accurately, and even if I could, it wouldn’t matter.

More importantly—

“Uuu… haa…”

I stretched even bigger this time, stood up, and opened the cleaning cabinet on one side of the classroom. Inside were only a mop and a bucket, but both were enchanted, so there was no problem with the special cleaning I was about to do. Incidentally, thanks to the magic, both the mop and bucket were extremely clean. Clean enough that I could put them in my mouth and suck or lick them without issue.

‘Mop.’

Suddenly I remembered how in my original world, “mop” was sometimes used as a derogatory term for a promiscuous woman, and I burst out laughing.

“Pfft…”

Living alone in this unfamiliar world, I sometimes reacted like this whenever something reminded me even slightly of my old life.

‘A mop, of all things. Why is that so funny when it came out of nowhere?’

Maybe it was because I’d never really been the promiscuous type. Even though I’d just spent the last several hours acting like a total cum-dump public pussy, taking double-digit cocks all over my body.

My body shivered. My lewd, massive breasts—covered in the semen of futanari students whose names I still couldn’t remember—trembled as well. Several half-dried, jelly-like clumps of semen slid off and fell.

“Oops.”

I needed to get to it—the special cleaning required for the special classroom. I picked up the mop and wiped up the semen I’d just dropped. It came right up. The same thing happened when I pressed the mop against any spot soaked or pooled with semen. It absorbed everything perfectly, even the parts that had soaked into the bed or dried onto surfaces.

‘Magic really is amazing and convenient no matter how many times I see it.’

Right about now, some of the students were probably in one of the buildings taking magic classes. And I had either already given them sexual relief or was preparing to do so soon. The contrast felt strangely fascinating. We were all students, yet in this one aspect we were so different.

Once I’d mopped up every visible trace of semen around the classroom, I stopped. Though calling it mopping was a stretch—it was really just dabbing.

“All done?”

I looked around the entire room. The space was filled with the smell of semen and the lewd female scent coming from my own body, so trying to find anything by smell was impossible anyway. Visually, there didn’t seem to be any more bodily fluids like semen or pussy juice, so I placed the mop on top of the bucket and gave it a light squeeze.

The semen poured out in heavy glops. And not the cooled or dried kind either—it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the same hot, fresh semen that had just erupted from their cocks.

A conversation I’d had with the succubus from my old school suddenly came to mind.

While I was reminiscing, every last drop of semen that had been splattered across the room was collected into the bucket. Finally, I pressed the mop against my own pussy.

“Ugh… huu…♡”

My clit trembled at the rough texture. Semen was sucked out from inside my vaginal opening where it touched the mop. Of course, it couldn’t reach the semen pooled deep in the folds of my pussy, so I’d still smell like cum down there, but at least the semen coating my vaginal entrance, labia majora, and labia minora was gone.

When I wrung that out into the bucket too, it was literally overflowing.

‘Pretty normal.’

As expected, fewer students came in the morning. Anyway, now that I’d gathered all the semen into the bucket, the most important task remained.

Disposing of it safely.

“…”

It wasn’t difficult at all. The bathroom in this special classroom had a dedicated drain specifically for this purpose—a semen disposal chute, or whatever it was called. It was installed separately.

“Ugh…”

All I had to do was pour it down there. This thick, heavy, blended semen from double-digit futas—just throw it away like trash.

“Uuu… huuu…♡”

It was such a simple task. Saliva flooded my mouth.

“……Gulp.”

Just one taste. Couldn’t I have just one little taste?

Once again, this semen was as fresh as if it had just been pumped straight from their cocks. There was no dust or bacteria, and it was still hot, not cooled at all. Just holding the bucket made the smell of semen fill my nostrils. That distinctive mix of white and translucent parts, with just a hint of yellowish tint.

“Gulp…”

It was truly, irresistibly tempting.

‘Just one sip…’

Careful not to spill any, I slowly lifted the bucket while bringing my lips close to the rim. My lips touched the smooth edge. When the distance between the overflowing semen and my nose dropped to less than five centimeters, the scent that had already been tapping at my brain grew even thicker, pounding against my mind with every breath.

“Huuu…♡”

Inhale, and the smell of semen rushed in.

“Haa…♡”

Exhale, and the semen-scented air that had filled my lungs poured back out through my nose.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Careful not to spill, I gently tilted the bucket until the semen sloshed right up to the rim. Though with its thick texture, it was less “sloshing” and more “slowly oozing down.”

I opened my mouth to greet the descending semen.

“Ghk…♡”

The smell of semen♡ The taste of semen♡ That thick, fishy, musky flavor and slippery, viscous texture filled my mouth completely. Some part of my rational mind simply shut down. Gulp, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gulp. The promise I’d made about having just one sip was completely forgotten as my throat kept ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠working.

My pussy grew wet. My womb, sensing semen entering my body, threw a tantrum, begging my mouth-pussy to share some with her too. But since this bucket had been given to my mouth-pussy, it stuck its tongue out teasingly and refused.

“Huee…♡”

I stuck my tongue out toward the bucket. I plunged it completely into the enormous amount of semen, swirling it around in every direction with an obscene “ebhehe” motion. Then I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and swallowed again.♡ The heavy, slippery liquid slid down my throat. The slightly different taste suggested it belonged to a different student. Maybe because of the texture, they didn’t mix together completely?

“Gulp… gluuuurp… haa♡ Hu, huuaaah♡”

There was a limit to how much liquid I could keep swallowing, especially when it was as thick as yogurt. Eventually I had to pull my mouth away and set the bucket down.

“Huaa♡ Ah, huuaaa♡”

Every time I breathed, the smell of semen rose up. It felt like I had become a living semen tank, a semen reservoir, a semen thermos.

“Hehe♡ Eheh♡ Heeeeh♡”

I resented my stomach, which had shrunk since becoming a woman. If I still had the stomach that could handle an entire chicken and beer by myself, I might not have been able to finish the whole bucket, but I could have made a serious dent in it.

“Uuuu… I’m sorry…”

I apologized to the semen—and to the cocks that had so generously given that semen to a hypnotized onahole like me—then carefully carried it to the bathroom and poured it down the dedicated disposal chute.

Incidentally, the only things in this special classroom’s bathroom were a toilet for my urine and this semen disposal chute. That was because a special artificial slime creature lived in my intestines, completely processing any waste that came from above. It wasn’t so much consideration for me as it was a measure to keep my anus and rectum available at all times as a rear pussy entrance and rear pussy.

Because of that body, the only toilet in the bathroom was a urinal.

‘While I’m here, should I pee too?’

I’d already squirted a lot with my juices, but there was no harm in emptying my bladder.

“Huu…”

I sat down on the toilet. But it wasn’t a modern toilet with the familiar curved shape, the kind you sit on to do your business while water sits in the bowl. The toilet I sat on looked more like a single-person sofa at first glance. However, the material of this chair was the same substance as the slime inside my intestines. The moment I sat down, the surface squirmed and formed a single thin tube.

Then that tube gently slid into my urethra.

“Huaaa♡”

The tube’s thickness was calibrated to my urethra, about six to seven millimeters. It was soft and secreted its own lubricant, so it didn’t hurt at all as it entered. On the contrary, the way it pushed in firmly stimulated my clitoris ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from behind, sending shivers of pleasure racing up my spine.

“Hu♡ Huuuu♡”

A man’s urethra is fifteen to twenty centimeters long due to the structure of male genitalia, but a woman’s is only three to four centimeters. The slime tube quickly reached the entrance of my bladder and gently pressed against my urethral sphincter. The sphincter relaxed slightly, allowing entry. The urine in my belly flowed out through the slime tube with a pleasant trickle.

“Haa…♡”

The mild pleasure of urination that anyone feels spread gently through me, making my body tremble. Once my bladder was empty, the slime tube automatically shrank, withdrew past my urethral sphincter, and finally popped free of my urethral opening with a cute little plop♡

“Hyaak♡”

I think I might have just come a little from that…♡ My urethra felt a bit stretched, but it should be fine. Lately I’d been getting the feeling that the slime was gradually getting thicker…

“Huuuu…”

I stood up on slightly shaky legs and returned to the classroom. I put the bucket and mop back in the cleaning cabinet and lay down on the bed.

…There was nothing to do.

‘I’m bored.’

When no one came, there was nothing to do in here. At most, I could masturbate?

‘Should I?’

Masturbating while on duty felt a bit wrong, but it was basically the same as jerking off out of boredom back when I was a guy… No, the fact that I was on duty was exactly the problem, wasn’t it?

“…On duty?”

Yeah. So… huh?

I was on duty right now, wasn’t I? This was the special classroom. Huh…? I was a kind of work-study student, so I wasn’t a [hypnotized futanari-exclusive onahole], I was a [sexual relief committee member], and [performing sexual relief duties was completely normal], right? So then?

‘Why am I like this?’

My head felt a little dizzy. Should I call for someone? It wasn’t the weekend yet, but if it felt like [the hypnosis was about to break], I was supposed to go see Principal Parin immediately. So—

“Oh, is no one here? What incredible luck~!”