Chapter 4 – The Teacher and The Swordsmanship Instructor

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Editor’s Note

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“Heck, haack… *cough*, *cough*!”

This body was truly useless.

Just a light jog and I was already out of breath.

Critically, my chest—my chest was too bothersome. With just a bit of vigorous movement, they bounced around wildly like a bouncy ball thrown on the floor. It wasn’t just annoying; it hurt.

Reducing my speed and running slowly made it somewhat better, but it was far from satisfactory.

To be this exhausted just from jogging.

I worried whether I could do any other exercise at this rate.

As I gasped for breath, I recalled Michelle’s body from last night. A slender yet appropriately muscular and beautiful body.

Moving this body with its unnecessarily abundant fat, I found myself envying her physique.

…I used to have a body no less impressive than hers.

“Phew….”

The one fortunate thing was that the academy interior, which had been expressed in text and crude graphics, was starting to become familiar to my eyes.

Though the graphics might have been crude, the text was thorough, so if I traced my memory, I might be able to find my way around, if not precisely, at least roughly.

It would be quite amusing if I got lost after saying all this….

But I should be fine.

As I panted and caught my breath, I felt my spinning mind become a bit clearer. Then I saw people passing nearby.

Rather than people… they were probably academy students.

But I didn’t have the luxury to pay attention to them. It was hard enough to take care of myself at the moment.

Then.

“Waaah!?”

“…I didn’t expect you to be this surprised.”

I felt a cold sensation on my cheek.

Startled, I turned around to see Michelle looking at me with a slightly awkward expression.

I reached out to grab the bottle that was pressing firmly against my cheek, but I couldn’t catch it because Michelle swiftly moved it elsewhere.

As I narrowed my eyes, she smiled awkwardly and placed the bottle in my hand.

…What should I say about this?

Well… we’re going to have a ‘close’ relationship in the future, so I have the generosity to tolerate this level of playfulness. Although my body might be that of a girl full of fat, inside was the manliest of men.

“Thank you.”

“Hmm, yes.”

After exchanging awkward greetings, I tried to gulp down the water she gave me, but as I tilted the bottle out of habit, I ended up spilling water. The water spurted out from my dainty mouth, which couldn’t suddenly accommodate so much water.

“Pffft! *cough*! *cough*!”

“…Are you alright?”

“*cough*! *cough*! *keh-hack*! Yes, yes.”

Since I was already soaked with sweat, the addition of water that spurted from my mouth wouldn’t make much difference.

…But it was very embarrassing.

If I had seen this as text on a monitor, I might have looked at it with a warm smile.

But experiencing it directly, embarrassment felt much stronger than warmth.

It seems like it’s because it’s my body that’s experiencing it….

Anyway.

After drinking the water she gave me and taking a short rest, I felt my breathing ease a bit.

Then, as I blankly looked at the sky, I saw a clear blue sky instead of a slightly yellow and hazy one.

…This is nice.

Feeling a bit bitter, I straightened my head, and Michelle, who had been standing in front of me and gazing at me intently, extended her hand. As I nodded, Michelle spoke in a low voice.

“Weren’t you going to run?”

“Ah, that’s right…?”

“Let’s run together. I was just thinking I should warm up my body too.”

I thoughtlessly took her hand.

Her hand was soft yet firm. Her fingers, covered in calluses, evoked a strange feeling.

“Shall we go? It seems you were running without pacing yourself, so I’ll help you a bit.”

“Hmm… thank you.”

As I stood up holding Michelle’s hand, she said that and started warming up lightly.

Looking intently at her body as she warmed up, anxiety started to creep in.

‘…Can I really run with her?’

If it had been my original body, it wouldn’t have been a problem to worry about.

But recalling my struggling just a moment ago….

It might be a blow to my pride, but I thought it might be difficult.

Before that, I couldn’t understand why Michelle had followed me. Someone with a setting of being weak in the morning, on a weekend morning…?

‘Does she want to get close to me that badly?’

What kind of scheme is this, planning to send how many students to the infirmary?

Meanwhile, Michelle, having finished her warm-up, signaled to me.

It was a signal to start running now.

Standing side by side, I could see the boundary of her shoulders and chest. Pushing aside my bad eyes and looking straight ahead, Michelle said:

“I’ll follow and match your pace when you start running.”

“…Alright.”

Why am I getting nervous over this?

Nothing bad will happen, right?

I started jogging confidently and.

Soon regretted it.

I understood why they say humans repeat the same mistakes.

* * * *

“*keh-hack*, *hack*… *heurk*…”

“…Are you alright?”

“Ah, uh… hmm, yes *cough*!”

How much time had passed since we started running again?

Michelle, who smiled awkwardly at my sluggish movement, went ahead, saying she would run one lap first.

I was running slowly, inspired by the earlier lesson, but somehow felt my pride hurt at the sight.

…Yeah.

I’m saying I forgot that my body had changed and ran vigorously again.

But there are some things that can’t be achieved by willpower alone.

No matter how much I strained, this lung-capacity body wouldn’t improve instantly.

So, as I gasped for breath and lay face down on the ground, Michelle, who had returned at some point, approached and helped me up.

She put her arm under my armpit and lifted me, but due to our height difference, I had to stand on my tiptoes.

“Ah, um, sorry.”

“…No.”

What can I do about this body’s short height?

As Michelle held my soft arm, she asked in a somewhat serious voice:

“Um, Teacher Plumeria?”

“*hack*, *haack*… Yes?”

“Did you… not wear underwear?”

Underwear.

Hmm.

Right, that’s a thing.

As I hesitated to respond, she murmured, “So that’s why they were bouncing so much…” and sighed.

Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed by that.

It was already hot, but it got even hotter.

Feeling stuffed, I lowered the zipper, which was pulled up to my neck, just a tiny bit. Then I felt the hot heat being released outside.

As the heat escaped, I felt my mood improve a bit.

…Come to think of it, I think I had seen it before.

That underwear is worn to restrain things that swing freely.

I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask why I knew this. Isn’t it something one might naturally see when taking an interest in Yuri?

Tsk.

That’s when the strange incident occurred.

Michelle, who had been looking at me with pitying and bewildered eyes, suddenly started groaning.

“Kugh?!”

“Huh, why are you suddenly like this?”

She was bending over with a slightly pained expression.

Was there such an event?

Extremely perplexed, I fumbled around and realized that the infirmary wasn’t too far from here.

Yes, isn’t that what the infirmary is for?

…Is this some kind of new event that appeared when the infirmary was unlocked?

I don’t know.

Unlike what I had seen in text and crude graphics, seeing someone suffering with my naked eyes made me feel anxious as well.

“L-Let’s go to the infirmary for now. It’s nearby.”

“Kugh…!”

I grabbed Michelle’s wrist and headed towards the infirmary. It wouldn’t be accurate to say I dragged her one-sidedly, as I think she wouldn’t have moved if she didn’t want to, but anyway, we were able to get there.

The infirmary door, which I thought would be locked, was open.

…It seemed I had forgotten to secure the door due to the urgent situation.

Honestly, this was a blind spot, as it was a part I didn’t have to consider when playing from a student’s perspective.

Anyway.

Having brought Michelle to the infirmary, I locked the door and seated her on the bed.

She was still gritting her teeth and panting.

What could be the problem?

…Did she get an upset stomach?

“Um, Instructor? Where does it hurt?”

While I was contemplating whether to use the synchronized knowledge and call Undine or not.

Michelle looked at me with somewhat hazy eyes and bit her lip.

Then she reached toward her lower body.

Zip.

The sound of a zipper going down was heard.

Swoosh.

While I was flustered, the pants she was wearing went down slightly.

Soon after, a pillar protruding from between her plain panties appeared before my eyes.

“Eh?”

“Teacher Plumeria… S-Suddenly this…”

No, what the fuck, why is that coming out of there?

There was no setting that Michelle was a man, right? No, more than that, it definitely wasn’t there when I saw her last night?

“Uh, um…?”

My head started spinning. When I saw it beyond the monitor, I had forcibly shut it down and lost consciousness, but now, with the real thing in front of me, there was no sign of losing consciousness.

As I was flustered, the standing pillar throbbed its veins and, as if boasting its excitement, spurted juice from its tip.

The transparent liquid that surged up dripped down the pillar.

“T-Teacher Plumeria. W-What should I do? It’s hard and it hurts…”

“Ah, no, um…”

She seemed mentally hazy from the sensation she was feeling for the first time. Perhaps as a reaction to holding back so much outside, saliva was dripping down the corner of her mouth.

I don’t know why this is happening, but.

…I think I know the solution.

Usually, these things get resolved if you release them thoroughly.

I carefully said, trying to avoid her gaze:

“Um, I think you need to touch the pillar… with your hand.”

“H-How…?”

“So, like, grab the hard part with your hand….”

This is really driving me crazy.

Why do I have to be inside a game explaining how to masturbate?

I felt self-loathing and it was painful, but seeing Michelle’s hazy face made me feel a bit… strange.

It’s a completely different level of impact compared to seeing it as text or through a crude graphics card.

A beautiful girl, unseen in reality, looking only at me… asking me to solve something…

It made me feel strange, but on the other hand, it also made me feel bitter.

I was originally a man, after all.

…Wouldn’t this not be Yuri? That kind of thought?

Somehow, I felt a bit guilty.

Therefore… just this once.

I decided to help her.

Just once to show her how it’s done.

Silently, I rummaged through the infirmary and took out gloves. As expected of a convenient world, they were perfectly prepared.

Gloves so thin that I could clearly feel what was beyond them.

With gloves on my hands, I slowly approached her and said:

“…I’ll show you how to do it.”

Throb.

“Remember it well….”

Poor me.

Michelle nodded weakly.

I carefully reached out my hand towards the pillar. Even without grabbing it.

It was very… hot.