Chapter 15 – Stat +1

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“Yawn….”

Waking up from what felt like death, I felt refreshed.

When I used Undine to her limit, an irresistible drowsiness would come over me, but once I woke up, my body felt so refreshed that it seemed worthwhile.

If I had felt miserable the next day like a hangover, would I have been reluctant to use it…? Thinking about it, that probably wouldn’t have been the case.

For me right now, commanding Undine wasn’t a choice but a necessity.

…From the beginning, commanding Undine itself was close to asking her to “do it” for others, so the fact that it wasn’t difficult to command her probably played a part.

Anyway, I headed to the bathroom to wash my face and clear away the remaining sleepiness.

Naturally, I thought Michelle had already left, so I went in, but when I entered the changing room, Michelle walked out of the bathroom.

“Ah.”

“…Hmm?”

Our eyes met with different exclamations.

As Michelle’s golden eyes gazed at me, I looked back into her eyes.

Feeling a bit awkward, I lowered my gaze, but that was even more dangerous.

Her wet body, fresh from the shower, captured my attention.

Her skin, healthily tanned from the sun, was slightly flushed, perhaps from the hot water.

Beneath her soft breasts, which contrasted with her firm body, were solid abs, and below that, her lower body hidden by her tail.

I was looking at her powerful thighs with envious eyes before I came to my senses.

…What was I admiring?

Honestly, I thought it couldn’t be helped.

I was someone who liked female characters and enjoyed seeing two female characters entangled in Yuri, so how could I resist when there was a female character right in front of me?

If she wasn’t right in front of me but on the other side of a monitor, I would have probably paused time right now and gazed intently, inserting myself as “Iris.”

But I’m a man in this body.

I quickly opened my mouth to apologize.

“Um… I didn’t know you were inside. I’m sorry.”

“…There’s nothing to apologize for, I think.”

If it were woman to woman, that would be natural, but explaining that I wasn’t a woman… well, that didn’t seem like a good idea.

While I might consider myself manly, I wasn’t blind to the objective reality of the body I currently possessed.

…If I claimed to be a man with these sandbags attached to my chest, I might end up in a mental hospital rather than the infirmary.

Anyway.

With my head slightly bowed, I couldn’t see Michelle’s face. The height difference made it even more difficult.

So I couldn’t tell what kind of expression she was making.

Meanwhile, I noticed her tail, which was covering her private area, swishing gently.

As I was flustered, not knowing where to look, I heard the sound of “tap, tap” as she dried her tail with a towel.

Thinking that being overly conscious might seem suspicious, I hurriedly entered the bathroom for an unplanned shower.

…I hope I didn’t look strange?

I don’t know.

Sighing inwardly, I neatly folded my clothes, put them aside, and turned on the water.

This time, I didn’t make an amateur mistake like last time.

Not that there are professionals for showering, but still.

As I closed my eyes and let the warm water hit me… there was a strange feeling.

Hair sticking to my skin.

The sensation of water hitting my soft skin and flowing down.

Things that normally wouldn’t bother me were felt more intensely, almost to the point of sensitivity.

I’d heard that when you close your eyes, other senses become more acute, but this seemed too vivid.

Could this be what was written in the book?

Honestly, it was a change I hadn’t noticed in daily life, so I was a bit surprised.

What surprised me even more was what happened next.

“W-what the?!”

It happened after I became conscious of the water hitting my chest, specifically the protruding parts of my chest.

Tok tok, tokotok.

As the water stream hit those parts, which seemed more pronounced than I remembered, a strange feeling spread throughout my body.

I found myself trembling uncontrollably.

They say the human brain doesn’t understand the concept of negation. Due to being overly conscious, my senses seemed to focus, and the more I tried not to think about it, the more my attention was drawn there.

After trembling a bit, I regained my composure and stepped back.

Opening my eyes seemed to help somewhat, but I still felt like that strange sensation remained in my chest.

A bizarre sensation I had never experienced before.

Taking deep breaths, I looked in the mirror and saw a girl with a flushed face.

The girl’s face then became even redder.

While I thought her face was very cute and pretty, I sighed at the fact that the girl moved according to my thoughts.

Have I become someone who can’t even shower freely now?

But something bothered me about that thought.

Even if my other senses became more sensitive because I closed my eyes, isn’t this a bit much?

After some deliberation, I swallowed and touched the protruding, slightly glossy tip of my chest.

Along with a bumpy sensation, a strange pleasure surged through me.

“Uhn, nnh…!”

Something seemed off.

…The thought that a woman’s pleasure is 100 times that of a man’s crossed my mind.

Isn’t this dangerous?

Maybe I was responding to such small stimuli because I was originally a man.

Or perhaps it was a combination of the expanded sensitivity, having my eyes closed, and the water stream hitting my chest.

It could all be… coincidental.

…I felt like I needed to stop thinking. The more I thought about my nipples, the more sensitive they seemed to become.

The very act of being conscious about not thinking created a vicious cycle as it kept bringing nipples to mind.

It might sound absurd, but that’s how the human brain works, what can I do?

I urgently summoned Undine to remove the moisture clinging to my body.

Only then did I worry about what would happen if some strange entity appeared, but fortunately, it seemed like the normal Undine was summoned.

But once again, problems were piling up, one after another.

As I somehow managed to get dressed and leave the changing room, the slightly rough fabric brushed against what I assumed were erect nipples.

“Aheu…?”

Since I wasn’t like this when I woke up, it was clearly because I was overly conscious of it.

Still, holding onto my clothes made it somewhat better.

With a hot sigh, I went outside the changing room, and Michelle was looking at me with a strange expression.

…Surely she didn’t hear everything?

“Did something happen? I heard a voice.”

“…Ah, that. It’s nothing.”

An awkward atmosphere ensued.

While I was clutching my clothes and heading to the bed, Michelle didn’t say anything.

Once I settled on the bed, Michelle asked in a careful voice:

“…Has everything been okay so far?”

“Huh? Ah… um, yes.”

It’s awkward. You might think we hadn’t talked in a while… though it didn’t seem that long, there was a sense of distance.

Thinking about it, honestly, we probably weren’t that close.

…We just skipped quite a few steps because of what grew from Michelle’s lower body.

I roughly knew what kind of person she was, but at this point, I wasn’t sure if I really knew her.

Honestly, facing someone in person, skin to skin, was quite different from seeing them as text and images on a monitor.

I felt that I might not be able to move as I intended.

…Especially after “that” had grown.

In the awkward atmosphere, I was overcome with the urge to say something.

We might have to live together for who knows how long, so shouldn’t we be friendly?

But since I hadn’t heard anything directly from her, I wasn’t sure what to talk about.

The topic I chose…

…looking back, it was truly absurd.

“Um… is that thing down there feeling better?”

“…”

Ah.

Michelle’s tail, which had been swaying back and forth, stopped at my question. Only then did I realize I had brought up a strange topic.

But I have an excuse.

When recalling the most memorable event with her, what else would come to mind first?

But contrary to my expectation that she might get angry, Michelle extended her tail and said in a low voice:

“…It’s fine, thanks to you.”

“…R-really?”

“…Yes.”

It seems my impressive hand technique must have been satisfying. Well, with the essence of my forearm muscles in that hand technique, it might be natural.

As I was inwardly smiling with satisfaction, Michelle continued:

“So, Teacher Plumeria, if you ever need anything… feel free to tell me. I’ll help you.”

“…Thank you.”

“…Well then.”

With that somewhat strange conversation ended, Michelle got up from the bed to leave the room first.

My body seemed to have calmed down during our conversation.

Soon after, I also put on a white gown and headed to the infirmary.

Before going, I stopped by something like a store to pick up some snacks to keep in the infirmary.

It was really convenient not having to go outside.

…There would probably be more variety outside, but since I couldn’t go out right away anyway, there was no point in feeling disappointed.

Anyway, I arrived at the infirmary, ventilated it, and set out the snacks.

During that time, my body state returned to normal, so I sat down with a sigh of relief.

Hoping for a quiet day, I opened the book.

I wanted to check if there had been any changes while I was gone.

[Lewdness +1]
[Spirit Affinity +1]

…This time, I convinced myself that it was unavoidable due to what happened in the bathroom.

But why is this stat rising so quickly?

The other stats don’t seem to be rising at all.

The one consolation was that Spirit Affinity had also increased.

Well, I had used my power to the point of exhaustion yesterday, so it made sense for it to increase.

…I was a bit upset that both stats increased by the same amount, but I decided to think positively.

By the way, what does the question mark behind it mean?

This quasi-status window… there’s nothing proper about it.

Shaking my head, I felt a stiffness and stretched, feeling a heaviness in my shoulders.

Feeling that weight, I was a bit worried about the future.

I felt like I should do something.

Honestly, I felt a bit lost.

Not only had futanaris that didn’t originally exist appeared, but the characters I knew were also moving in patterns I didn’t recognize because of it.

If I had been a student, or at least if there hadn’t been futanaris, I think I would have made plans and acted accordingly.

Is this why they say school days are the best?

…Probably not.

Still, I have quite a lot of time.

Especially since there’s no time skip or anything.

Let’s think leisurely.

There’s nothing good about rushing.

So, hoping that nothing would happen today…

I started the day.

 

Translator Note

Hi hi, KatTL here. This novel is kind of an experiment for me. I’m not sure if people would appreciate TS smut but if you DO enjoy it, please let me know, then I’ll do more. Thankies