Chapter 27 – Student Council President

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Editor’s Note

Edited

Mornings at Freesia Academy were leisurely.

The main reason would be that most people live in dormitories, so there’s no need to rush.

…There are some who bring to mind the saying “the one who lives closest is always the latest to arrive,” but not many.

Probably.

Anyway.

Even among such people, there are those who are diligent.

Among them, the largest number consists of those who come out early in the morning to exercise diligently.

Tap, tap, tap.

The cheerful footsteps of pretty girls with neatly tied hair, sweating, could be heard.

Each showing off their firm bodies, running.

No matter how much people say the Academy is a social venue or whatnot, its essence doesn’t change.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they are those who take the Academy most seriously.

And among those who take it so seriously…

“Hek… haah…”

One girl… no, woman who somehow felt strangely out of place.

None other than Iris, who had come out to exercise before going to work.

For her, it was an unavoidable choice as this was the only free time she had.

Because after her daily routine, she often ended up exhausted.

No matter how good a body she originally had.

Running with sandbags attached to her chest was a burdensome task that couldn’t be overcome by willpower alone.

Instead, the fact that she came out in the morning like this to exercise, doesn’t it speak to how firm her will is?

“Haah… kak…”

…Of course, there seemed to be some disparity between the ideal and reality, but isn’t effort what’s important?

Iris ran.

Each time she stepped forward, her breasts, which would usually swing freely here and there, swung up and down in a disciplined manner, as if something was holding them firmly.

…Even though a bra held them in place, it didn’t reduce their size.

The bouncing seemed unavoidable. But Iris herself was satisfied.

‘I should have worn this earlier. It’s much more comfortable.’

“Haah, hek…”

It wasn’t comfortable enough to ease her breath, which was rising up to her chin, but it seemed she was grateful since at least her body moved in the direction she wanted.

“Phew…”

She sat on a bench that caught her eye and caught her breath.

Then she even unzipped her tracksuit, releasing the heat that had built up inside.

Iris lowered her body and panted, mulling over what had happened yesterday.

Meeting Aileen and Leona and returning.

And then when she returned, for some reason Michelle had lots of cake…

‘I must be crazy.’

Feeling saliva in her mouth as she recalled it, Iris shook her head vigorously and got up from her seat.

She felt pathetic for not being able to refuse when she should have.

No, but how could she refuse when someone bought something as an apology? How could she ignore such a gesture of apology?

…And.

Whether Michelle hadn’t seen the embarrassing scene in the infirmary, or if she herself had cleaned up and fallen asleep, she wasn’t sure.

Thinking the latter possibility was better, she thought Michelle was pretending not to know out of consideration for her.

…To treat her as usual even after seeing such a sight.

Michelle might be more of a person of character than I thought…

Ah, we both showed each other embarrassing sights… then… is it even now?

Clearing her throat with a “hmm hmm” and dispelling useless thoughts, Iris licked her lips and stretched.

As her small body wriggled, her uncharacteristically large breasts moved here and there.

Drops of collected sweat fell, drop by drop, creating a puddle from which a strange fragrance rose.

The students who had come out early in the morning to stretch looked away from the sight, which somehow felt provocative.

It seemed like nothing special… yet somehow it felt very erotic.

Even though they themselves were dressed not much differently from her…

‘Is this the charm of an adult? But I’m also…’

‘Gulp.’

‘I want to stroke them…’

‘They look heavy, what if I helped carry them…’

Iris, not knowing what the students were thinking as they looked at her.

She awkwardly waved at the staring gazes.

Flinch.

After Iris had left like that.

The students couldn’t move for a while.

And eventually, where these students with ragged breath would head…

Somehow felt predetermined.

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…Why are there so many people today?

After exercising in the morning and refreshingly arriving at the infirmary, strangely many students visited from the morning.

All of them, soaked in sweat, showed their ‘thing’ that looked like it would explode at any moment, and complained of pain.

Having girls taller and sturdier than me surrounding me like that… was honestly a bit scary.

Somehow, they looked familiar…

“Ugh! Hngh! Uhi…”

“Ohuk! Oguk! Ohuk!?”

“Ah, haah! Aahn…!”

But the vulgar voices resonating like a harmony in the infirmary soon made that feeling disappear.

…It might be better not to know.

I thought so. It would probably be better for those students too.

Grateful for the curtain in the infirmary.

I helped satisfy their desires through Undine.

The simultaneous sounds, like squeezing out toothpaste, were boisterous. It sounded like squeezing out about 1 liter of toothpaste.

This is truly maddening.

Moreover, today was even stranger.

“Um, Teacher? I’d like it if you held my hand.”

“Teacher? If you could stroke my head… I think that would be nice.”

There were students making strange requests.

Since it wasn’t particularly difficult, I did it…

But when I actually did it, it felt strange.

Isn’t holding hands one of the most erotic acts in Yuri?

Perhaps I had forgotten that.

Having fingers tightly interlocked with mine while being squeezed by the water onahole… well, it was quite stimulating.

Was the tight fitting of someone else’s fingers between the slender spaces of mine such an erotic act?

I thought stroking would be better, but the student who made that request let out erotic moans every time her head was stroked, which only made me feel strange.

…She was a beast-person, could it possibly be an erogenous zone?

Anyway.

With all this noise, I thought Charlotte wouldn’t visit, but.

“…Teacher, I’ll clean this up.”

“Uh… um, thank you.”

Not only did she come to the infirmary, she wasn’t sleeping but started helping me.

…She didn’t stay long, but the very fact that she helped and then left somehow made me feel strange.

It seems she felt quite sorry about what happened over the weekend.

She doesn’t need to worry so much though.

In any case, it was a busy day.

Time flew by as I calmed down the ‘things’ of visiting students and fed them snacks.

As the afternoon came, the number of visiting students decreased significantly, giving me some leisure to drink tea when.

Hearing a knock, I responded, and a woman with a somewhat unusual silhouette entered.

She was a woman with dazzling golden hair like an autumn wheat field, which swayed.

When the wind blew, her hair fluttered like soft fabric.

Somehow, she seemed to have a nice fragrance.

Her ears were pointed and large.

That is… what’s commonly called an elf.

If it’s an elf in Freesia Chronicles… to my knowledge, there’s only one.

The student council president, Philia.

Every time she approached, I somehow felt like the grim reaper was coming.

Considering that.

In Freesia Chronicles, where you play as a student, the student council president was…

A figure that symbolized game over.

Usually, her visit meant my character was ‘expelled.’

I think you know what expulsion means in a game where you have fun at the Academy.

So I… don’t know her well.

It’s not that I wasn’t interested in a character who gives you a game over whenever you meet.

But there were more interesting things than such bothersome matters.

“Are you… Teacher Plumeria?”

“Ah, yes.”

In the meantime, Philia, who had come right up to me, tilted her head and asked.

After coming to my senses and responding, she asked with a worried face.

“Are you feeling unwell? Your complexion doesn’t look so good.”

Since I couldn’t tell her it was because of her, I gave a vague answer, and Philia nodded saying, ‘Since you’re a health teacher… I’m sure you know what you’re doing.’

…In times like these, the position of a health teacher was really good.

But why did she come here?

Since she didn’t seem to be injured, I looked at her lower body, which is another reason students visit here.

Hmm… it looked flat.

But as if she felt my gaze, Philia covered her lower body with her hand and said.

“…It’s not that.”

“Ahaha… yes. By the way, what brings you here?”

“…I apologize for the late introduction. I am Philia, humbly serving as the student council president.”

“Yes… I see.”

Since I had already roughly guessed, my reaction was a bit lukewarm.

“Hmm… it seems you know me?”

“Pardon?”

“I’m not particularly questioning you. But if so, the conversation would be easier.”

“What kind…?”

It seemed she had come with something to say after all.

…Could it be a dismissal notice?

No way, even expulsion was rarely given unless one caused considerable trouble, so why would I be dismissed?

Inwardly trembling like a frightened squid, I had to doubt my ears.

“Pardon?”

“Um… so… students who grow… in their lower body… tried to handle it themselves without coming to the infirmary, and an accident occurred.”

What kind of accident could it be?

No, more than that, wasn’t coming to the infirmary ‘common sense’?

“Originally, I didn’t think much of it, but after such a case, I became worried and looked into it. But.”

“But…?”

Philia sighed and said.

“There wasn’t a single regulation related to it. At this… time… if one knows about this… of course… they should have created regulations for it.”

She seemed upset that there were no regulations, as she stuttered in the middle.

I swallowed a sigh of relief.

It seemed it wasn’t my fault after all.

More than that… I pondered Philia’s words.

So… does that mean that growing in the lower body isn’t ‘common sense’ after all? If it were, it would seem natural to have regulations for it.

Just as Philia said.

…Could Michelle have been mistaken?

It was confusing, as if something was amiss.

“Teacher?”

“Ah, yes.”

“I’d like you to concentrate even if you’re tired. It’s all for the welfare and health of the students.”

“Yes….”

Although I didn’t particularly have professional consciousness, somehow I felt solemn.

As I nodded, Philia continued.

“So… I intend to create new regulations. For that, I think I need to hear your story, which is why I came.”

“I see.”

Sensing the conversation would be lengthy, I first guided Philia to the table.

…The time was dangerously close to closing time.

Somehow, I felt a sense of darkness.

Editor’s Note

It’s always just before closing time that the biggest orders come in.