Nurse's Office Chaos?!
The nurse's office turned into a battlefield in an instant?! The atmosphere suddenly erupted into chaos?! Creak— The door to the nurse's office slid open without warning. Vita and Carlyle froze solid at the sound.
Carlyle had hurriedly pulled the thin blanket over them from the bed, but they were still tangled together beneath it. Squirm— Vita's inner walls clenched in shock, and Carlyle let out a tiny groan so soft it couldn't be heard. "...Ugh, Bianca."
That sigh only stimulated Vita further, making her body tremble. Sure enough, someone had come in.
"Are you here, Teacher?"
Vita's brain felt like it had flatlined in full panic mode. But at the same time, her body kept eagerly accepting the waves of pleasure. A squeezing sensation pulsed from her lower belly. Their eyes locked, they breathed in each other's scents, and the trembling breaths mingling in the air—it was all too stimulating.
"Haah...!"
If Carlyle's hand hadn't immediately clamped over Vita's mouth like a seal, they would've been caught for sure. Thump-thump— Her heart—whose it was, she couldn't tell—pounded wildly. Her head tingled, the hazy pleasure spreading like a fever, blurring her vision.
"...Hngh."
They were pressed together without a sliver of space, Vita completely pinned under Carlyle. And just like that, she came. Right in that position. Pinned beneath his solid muscles, her mouth covered by his large palm, her body shuddered violently as she climaxed.
Carlyle, meanwhile, was on the verge of losing his mind. From his perspective, he didn't really care if they got caught by someone else. It was no big deal. But the woman below him? No way. She was prickly for no reason. So Carlyle just moved his hips slowly, refusing to stop entirely.
How was he supposed to hold back from this lewd body, even in a situation like this?
'Hoo, crazy...!' Vita was appalled by Carlyle, but her body was steadily taking it all in.
Splash-splash— The faint sound barely audible only to the two of them locked so tightly together. Vita's secret place began overflowing with wetness.
"Hmm... Not here?"
"It's the first day of classes, so maybe she's in her homeroom...?"
A brief silence flowed. 'P-please...!' Between the surging pleasure and her fading consciousness, Vita prayed inwardly. Please don't let those students think anything suspicious about this curtained-off spot. Just leave already.
That was what Vita desperately wished with her last shred of reason. But unbeknownst to her, even in that moment, her pale, round hips had unconsciously lifted in response to Carlyle's movements.
"...Ah, fuck."
Carlyle muttered lowly. Vita's body jolted. Surprisingly, he wasn't the type to swear usually, but it had slipped out. Not because he was annoyed—quite the opposite. He was already holding back so hard, and that movement from her just now—his head was spinning.
Her mouth was covered anyway, and the blanket was draped over them just enough. 'Even if we get caught...' No man could hold back from such a tempting little devil. So Carlyle whispered into Vita's ear in a low voice.
"This is punishment for provoking me."
With excruciating slowness, he pulled out completely—then slammed back in all at once. Thrust—!Splash— Fluids splashed up from below, her thighs quivering in spasms.
'Haaah—!' Vita's breath caught in her throat. What the hell—this pleasure was unreal. Her fingers and toes curled, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
"...Kkyaah..."
Vita forced out a heavily muffled moan through his fingers. "Haht—h-heuk—"
She panted desperately afterward. That climax wasn't of this world. The woman's body, pressed seamlessly against his firm muscles, beaded with sweat.
And then—the students who had entered the nurse's office started heading their way.
"Is someone there?"
"T-Teacher?"
They hadn't quite heard Vita's moan clearly, thank goodness, but they'd sensed the presence. It was a do-or-die moment! And in that instant, Carlyle pulled off something unexpectedly clever.
***
"Cough—cough—"
He'd deliberately coughed loud enough for them to hear. A moment of silence followed, then these words drifted over.
"See? Someone's there."
"But it's not the teacher."
"Ah, sorry!"
For some reason, Carlyle's ploy worked. The murmur of conversation slowly faded away.
'...Why are they just leaving?' Vita's thinking was sluggish, her body limp from the pleasure, but she felt like a total idiot.
Creak—click— Even after the nurse's office door closed, the two stayed pressed together for a long while, catching their breath. Reflecting on that moment.
"Hoo—"
Carlyle let out a short sigh—whether from her clenching walls or relief at the situation, she couldn't tell. Her senses gradually returned. Vita flailed her arms to swat his hand away. Smack-smack— It was suffocating her.
"Pfft—!"
Only then did Carlyle lift his large hand from her lips, and Vita gulped in air.
'...Ah, exhausting.' She felt utterly drained. Absentmindedly, Vita stared at Carlyle's hand—the one that had been covering her mouth the whole time. It glistened with saliva, making her cringe in embarrassment.
'No way, that's...' Her own spit? Vita squeezed her eyes shut tight.
'I wanna die, for real.' Every climax felt like foaming at the mouth. Embarrassed, Vita struck first.
"Hey, you...!"
She was about to chew him out—are you insane? Are you in your right mind?—when
"Mmph! Hng...?"
Carlyle kissed her, resuming his hip movements. Thud-thud— Vita was swept away again. Come to think of it, he was still inside her. Her upper and lower mouths were both being ravished without mercy.
"Did getting almost caught turn you on...?"
His lips parted briefly, and a husky voice reached her.
"We nearly got busted. Because you clenched so lewdly."
"...W-what?!"
What nonsense is that?!
"You don't know you pushed your hips up toward me? So shameless."
That low chuckle, poking at her—pure Carlyle. Vita's face flushed red.
'That's bullshit.' But was it really? She couldn't deny his words, which left her utterly dejected upon realizing it herself.
'Just die already!' Yeah, that sounds right. Exactly that mindset.
"...Move. Now."
She tried to pull away, but Carlyle Schultz was no pushover. Before she knew it, his large hand had claimed her hips.
"Look at all this wetness. You're such a mess."
Provoking her competitive side again.
"What mess?! I'm not!"
Vita huffed in denial, but it lacked any conviction.
"Then what's this?"
The splashing sounds rang in her own ears.
"...Ahng!"
All strength drained from her body, and she clung to Carlyle's arm.
"Aht—wait..."
"You can't deny it either, huh?"
Carlyle roughly claimed her lips without pause, leaving Vita no choice but to surrender to the moment. Truth be told, they were both too heated up for any more words. Vita and Carlyle—they were a man and woman at the peak of boiling passion. Especially right now.
Her body had become a woman's—what more needed to be said? That she didn't truly hate it deep down, that she was letting him lead her along. 'This is weird, too...' Some undeniable desire she couldn't even reject herself.
Nothing more was needed. Silently, they agreed to this, and Carlyle, sweating, resumed his deep thrusts. Thrust-thrust— With each one, Vita lost her mind, spilling desperate moans.
"Haang... uht... ng..."
If someone walked into the nurse's office right now, they'd definitely get caught. Both knew it. Rationally, they recognized it, but honestly, it didn't matter anymore. The feeling was too bizarre, too unreal.
Her hips bucked upward, calves twitching finely. Thud— When Carlyle pounded deep, catching her off guard, Vita shattered completely.
"Hng... uwaaang...!"
"Bianca, you."
Carlyle tightly embraced the moaning woman, continuing his thrusts while whispering low in her ear.
"Why are you so cute?"
Making her fall for him over and over. Like courtship—relentless, obsessive. In that tender intimacy, Vita climaxed hard again.
And after the storm passed.
"What if we'd gotten caught...!"
She yelled pointlessly, swinging a fist. Of course, it was just from embarrassment.
***
"Aah... seriously."
That afternoon, Vita was endlessly frustrated. Soft, silky auburn hair with good texture, amethyst eyes. Long, lush lashes, a cute upturned nose, and creamy rose lips. Her pretty face in the mirror was still flushed deep red. Even though she'd been back in her room for quite a while now, Vita clutched her head and kept sighing.
They'd gone at it hard. Yeah, really hard. What the hell had happened in the academy's nurse's office? She'd even been on the morale committee last semester!
Self-loathing made her head spin.
"I've totally lost it..."
She must be crazy. It felt like she'd repeated that line ten times already. At least she hadn't been caught—that was her small consolation. She still couldn't wrap her head around it. Even cleaning up afterward, if someone had come... Just imagining it sent chills down her spine. They definitely would've been busted.
Luckily, it was the first day, so classes ended early. The opening day was always just introductions. By the time they tidied up and returned to the classroom, everyone had left. The nurse teacher had gone straight home from her homeroom too—truly a miracle.
Slap— Vita slapped her own cheek. This wouldn't do. Lately, her mental state felt off—like she wasn't herself anymore. Getting swept up by that Carlyle guy, or overwhelmed by surging sexual desire.
'That thing earlier...' No matter how charitably she looked at it, it wasn't about competition. Pure sexual hunger, right?! Her head tingled, her body burning hot. Just recalling it quickened her breath, so she shook her head.
'No, this is...' Really weird? But hadn't she originally been a guy? Vita let out a squeak and jumped onto the bed, kicking the covers and thrashing her legs around for a while.
"...This isn't me. Not the real me!"
She kept muttering, her face flushing again, another sigh escaping. Why did that Carlyle keep spouting nonsense? Calling her cute, pretty. If he'd just stop. Weirdly, in those moments, his bullshit got to her, making everything even stranger.
'I can't take this anymore.' Next time, she'd shut down that crap properly. Vita clenched her fist, staring at the ceiling in determination. At the same time, she resolved to avoid Carlyle. Being around him made her feel off in every way.
'Cut off the source entirely.' Once decided, her mind eased, even leaving room to blame him.
'This is all because of that guy's drug, right?'
Grumbling, Vita glanced at the clock in her room. Evening was approaching. And tonight, she had a long-standing appointment. No time to dawdle.
"Guess it's time to head out..."
Vita didn't fuss much over it anyway. Her social circle was a bit narrow. She only valued relationships where they shared hobbies or kept in touch often—so it was natural. Even when others approached, her walls were high, so she didn't have many friends. But the ones she was meeting tonight were different. All otakus, for reference. Sadly, they were all in different classes this semester, but they were anime comrades, right? They went to cosplay fests together. So she had to come clean with them. Unlike casual acquaintances, she saw them even during breaks. Tonight's meetup was to discuss the winter cosplay fest.
She'd already spilled the truth ahead of time.
-I turned into a girl?
-Come knowing that.
She'd said it jokingly, but dropped the hint clearly.
-Did you eat something bad?
-You lost to Carlyle and went into shock, huh.
The reactions were predictable. While picking clothes, a mischievous urge struck Vita.
'...Should I mess with these guys for once?'
She'd been planning casual hoodie and jeans, but changed her mind. Teasing her shy otaku pals sounded fun. Vita marveled anew at her father, Maximilian.
"His preparedness is unreal..."
There were plenty of feminine outfits in her closet. After some thought, she put together a decent look. Not sure if it worked, though.
And shortly after, at the meeting spot.
"Hey, guys!"
Vita arrived, and the group of chattering guys froze with dumbstruck faces.
"W-who...?"
Just the reaction she'd expected. Vita grinned.
"I told you already. It's me—Vita."