Chapter 5 – The Teacher, The Instructor, and The Uninvited Guest

Ŕëâd̀​ ̃ò​n̂ ̀Ḱât̃Ŕèád̀ĩ​n̈ǵĈäf̀é

Editor’s Note

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Mindlessly reaching out my hand, I realized that grabbing Michelle’s thing would mean having it right in front of my face, so I pulled back momentarily.

“…Teacher Plumeria?”

“J-Just a moment.”

No matter what, I didn’t have the hobby of having that thing thrust in front of my face.

Even if it was… attached to a beautiful girl.

Having stepped back, I examined her rigid pillar while contemplating what position to take.

Below the stiffly erected pillar, I could see a neatly split crevice.

…So she really has both.

That’s why they call it futanari… I suppose.

I knew the concept itself, but seeing it directly with my own eyes for the first time felt somewhat strange. To the point where I stared at it intently, not even realizing it was rude.

“Um, Teacher?”

“Ah, uh, yes.”

Startled, I straightened up. Only then did I belatedly realize that I had been staring intensely at Michelle’s private area.

“S-Sorry.”

“…It’s, fine.”

When I raised my head to look at her, she too was averting her gaze with a reddened face. The fluffy ears on top of her head drooped down and folded, transparently reflecting her emotions.

Her tail, which had only been swaying gently until now—though I had only seen it yesterday and today—was hitting the bed with a bang, bang as if displeased with the situation.

However, she didn’t seem to notice it herself.

I felt strange.

It would have been better if I hadn’t been a man until the day before yesterday, and if there wasn’t a pillar standing erect in her lower body.

…Anyway.

According to cliché, if left unattended in this situation, it might explode. Since that would be truly unacceptable, I climbed onto the bed and pressed closely against her back.

I didn’t want to, but to solve both my discomfort and her problem, it seemed like there was no other option but this position.

My fat mass was slightly pressed against her firm body, but it seemed fine thanks to the relatively thick gym clothes.

I guided Michelle’s hand to her stiffly erect pillar and placed my hand over hers.

“Hiss…!”

There was an immediate response. Whether she felt pleasure from that slight stimulation, she let out a shallow moan and throbbed her pillar.

Thump thump!

I could feel the pillar’s trembling in my hand.

I wondered if it was always like this, but honestly, I didn’t remember all these details when doing it myself, so I was a bit perplexed.

In the first place, the size was very… large, so I decided to just accept it.

“Uh, um… ah. Hold this like you would hold a sword. And… move it up and down.”

“…What?”

Was that too difficult?

I didn’t want to move it directly, but I sighed inwardly and slowly stroked her pillar.

Despite wearing gloves, the juice that leaked out from the tip in surges felt drenched.

…No matter how much I didn’t remember every detail, I don’t think it was like this.

Well, what use would my common sense have here?

Perhaps because of the sticky, hot juice, my hand slid along Michelle’s pillar.

Every time my finger passed over the ridge, Michelle’s body trembled. Her tail, which had been hitting the bed, wrapped around my body, but I only noticed it a little later.

“Aauh…”

“Phew…”

Michelle let out a suppressed moan as if trying to hold back the pleasure. And beside her, I stroked vigorously… feeling my arm getting a bit stiff.

Since it wasn’t even my own thing I was touching, it was just tiring… there was nothing particularly rewarding about it.

If anything, it just felt uncomfortable as something sticky seemed to seep through the gloves.

…If I were to force myself to find a positive aspect… maybe it was being able to see a beautiful girl in a disheveled state.

Whether seen in text or directly with my eyes, seeing her, who had dedicated herself only to swordsmanship, being swayed by this mere part of her body… felt quite strange.

It was also sad that she was learning about the sad habit of men.

Twitch.

“Ah.”

While stroking the pillar, trying to think of other things, I felt the pillar’s veins bulging as if it was about to ejaculate.

I didn’t want to feel it so vividly.

“…It seems it will end soon, so the rest you can do yourself— Eh? W-Wait a moment.”

Michelle, who had been silently panting, started stroking the pillar along with my hand. I did say she should do it herself, but my hand didn’t need to join in?!

But it was nearly impossible to shake off Michelle’s hand with my grip strength, and since her tail was tightly holding my body, it was impossible to pull away.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

A completely different sound from when I was moving sluggishly began to be heard.

“Ugh, ah!”

She moved so vigorously that the liquid on the pillar splattered everywhere.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Trying to avoid the liquid, I stuck closer to Michelle, and the pillar surged upward. While I turned my eyes away, unable to look directly at it.

Gulp! Gulp!

I could clearly feel something passing through the pillar in waves.

And finally, Splurt! Spluurt!

The sound of something being forcefully ejected was loudly heard.

Glancing, I saw a whitish liquid on the bed and the curtain covering it.

…This wasn’t normal. How could a person release so… much?

Looking at the pillar with a sour face, it was still dripping a white, sticky substance, as if it hadn’t released everything yet. Like a not fully closed faucet.

“Whah…”

Not long after, I could see the pillar that had been spewing white stuff shrinking.

I decided not to dwell on the question of how this was possible.

I carefully took off the gloves, which had become so slimy they were meaningless, and said:

“Um, Instructor? I’d appreciate it if you could let me go….”

“…I’m sorry.”

“No, there’s no need to apologize….”

Michelle, as if she had finally come to her senses, unwound her tail that had been wrapped around my body.

Feeling a sense of liberation like undoing a tight belt, I hurriedly got off the bed.

…Looking at it from below, I thought… it was quite amazing.

If the color changed to red, one might think someone had died.

I continued speaking, pretending to be calm to Michelle, who didn’t know what to do:

“For now, Instructor… you should go back. I’ll clean up.”

“…Is that really okay?”

“Um… yes.”

She should have declined at least once, but it seemed she wanted to escape the scene, unable to believe the atrocity she had committed.

“…Then, I’ll see you in the room. I have some guesses… so let’s talk again then…okay.”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

And so, I sent Michelle out of the infirmary. After sending her away, I first opened the window. Since it was the weekend, there probably wasn’t anyone wandering nearby.

After ventilating, I briefly looked at the disaster Michelle had made and left behind.

I thought cleaning up would be quite a labor.

Then I remembered the ‘Undine’ I had seen yesterday.

…I wouldn’t have to clean it up myself.

“Undine.”

I felt really sorry, but honestly… wouldn’t anyone else agree?

Contrary to my apologetic feelings, the tiny girl who bubbled up from my palm cleaned it up without a word.

‘It’ was collected without a drop remaining and disposed of through the sink.

I finished by pouring a bit of what seemed to be alcohol.

What a mess.

Thinking about what had just happened, I remembered the game screen I had seen before entering this place.

The additional mode, the unlocking of the infirmary, and… the male organ that sprouted on the heroine character.

Looking at Michelle’s thing, it seemed to be a form where… something had grown on top.

…Though it wasn’t a size one could comprehend, but anyway, that’s how it was.

“Phew….”

What on earth does it want from me?

I sighed and entrusted my body to the chair in front of the desk where I had first opened my eyes.

I felt my body drooping.

I really thought I had terrible stamina.

While I was leaning with my eyes slightly open.

Rustle.

I heard something moving. Startled, thinking a bug might have entered, I opened my eyes wide, and someone started running outside from the bed near the entrance.

“Huh?”

I could see someone with light water-colored hair running out of the infirmary.

With the thought ‘I’m screwed’ flashing in my mind, I bolted from my seat and ran to chase the girl who had been hiding in the infirmary.

“W-Wait! Stop!”

The girl was very fast.

By the time I had chased her out of the infirmary, she was already turning the corner.

I chased her at full speed and.

As a result.

“Uweeek!”

I gained nothing.

My already tired body couldn’t hold out any longer.

Belatedly, another means called Undine came to mind, but it was already spilled water.

Undine could pick up spilled water, but she couldn’t find the girl who had already disappeared.

Trudging back to the infirmary, I checked where the mysterious girl had sprung from.

…Sure enough, traces of someone having slept on the bed were visible.

Why sleep in the infirmary on a weekend when she could sleep in her own room?

Of course, it was also my fault for not securing the door properly….

Still, the situation wasn’t the worst.

The hair color I saw and the petite height.

There was one character I could guess.

Separate from that.

I covered my face with both hands and collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Lamenting that nothing was going right.

…The bed where the girl had lain smelled sweet.

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