Chapter 29 – This Too Is Work

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Editor’s Note

Edited

“N-no, that won’t do.”

Philia shook her head with a flushed face. There was a sense of determination that she would rather die here than witness such a sight.

It truly was superhuman endurance.

Even in a situation with something that could rightfully be called a club standing stiffly, she was trying to maintain her principles.

I thought that’s what it takes to be a student council president, but then…

The question “So now you’re telling me to touch it?” rose to the tip of my tongue.

No, it’s not like I’ve never touched one before, but now I’ve left everything to Undine…

Drrrk!

Meanwhile, the increasingly stiff pillar pushed away the table in front of Philia.

As the sound of the table dragging across the floor resonated loudly, she exhaled with a strange expression.

Taking advantage of that moment, I showed her the floating water onahole, but Philia still weakly shook her head.

…It was clear that if I forcibly inserted it, she would pant like the others, but I thought that would drive my relationship with Philia to the worst possible state.

So this is like… um… trying to feed meat to a vegan?

Although we might get past it for now… Philia’s affection would certainly drop significantly.

In a situation where I don’t know how long I’ll have to stay at the Academy, that… didn’t seem like a good thing.

Reflecting on the conversation we just had, I was newly aware of how large the student council president’s authority is, which I had only heard about.

Since there is a “Student Council,” she probably doesn’t decide everything on her own…

But there’s no benefit in making her an enemy.

…Well, she probably wouldn’t openly complain about something like this, but it’s about personal grudges, isn’t it?

At least she wasn’t asking for vegan food at a meat restaurant, so I should be accommodating.

I’m not surrendering to absolute power.

With an inward sigh, I sent Undine away, and Philia’s expression improved a bit.

It wasn’t very noticeable because of the twitching, drooling thing, but I could tell since I had been watching her continuously.

…She seems truly sincere.

After sending Undine away, I directed my gaze downward.

There, a pillar with a skirt modestly draped over it greeted me.

I had thought other students’ were large, but Philia’s was so enormous that it seemed out of specification.

Can a person even accept something like this?

…Is it because she’s not human?

Clearing away idle thoughts, I extended my hand to Philia and said.

“It’s dangerous to stay here… let’s go to that bed over there first.”

“Ugh… yes.”

She grabbed my hand with her soft palm and stood up. It seemed like she was putting strength into her body, as I could feel the force in the hand that gripped mine.

As Philia rose, a wave of hot air rushed towards me.

Along with what was presumed to be her body scent, the scent of the sun… and a fragrance that gave a strange feeling.

It’s a heat that makes me wonder if human fabric can emit such warmth.

Soft breasts and a hard pillar.

Muttering that I wish she’d have just one of them, I seated Philia on the bed and then locked the door of the infirmary.

…Somehow, I didn’t want to be caught handling it with bare hands, and since it was past closing time, locking it was natural.

Feeling the darkness of the student council, I returned to the bed to find Philia lying down, twitching her waist.

Each time her floating waist twitched, the pillar standing tall above it swung around.

Perhaps because of that.

The transparent, sticky liquid oozing from its tip was scattered everywhere.

Inside the curtain was… really… sweltering.

To the point where it was burdensome to breathe.

Like a beast marking its territory.

Philia might have let go of the mental control she had been maintaining after I said I wouldn’t use the spirit.

Otherwise, this vulgar scene couldn’t be explained.

She, who had been worried about students with an intelligent and warm face just a moment ago, was now drooling from the corner of her mouth and making erotic moans.

Gone was her modest and disciplined posture; she lay on the bed like a frog, twitching her waist.

Perhaps… if she knew about male masturbation, she would be stroking that horrendous thing with her delicate hand by now.

Not knowing that, she seemed to be gaining pleasure from swinging her waist and having the pillar swing around.

That must be why this… vulgar scene has unfolded.

Watching this made me feel strange.

Clearly, it should be repulsive and something I dislike.

…I don’t know, it’s just strange.

Maybe it’s because Philia’s body scent is filling the space.

For a female character in a yuri game, being sensitive to such things is only natural, isn’t it?

Perhaps it’s because I feel refreshed.

Because the culprit who always caused game overs is doing something unseemly right in front of me?

That… doesn’t seem right.

Looking at it excluding other emotions, I felt sad.

Anyway.

Concerned that Philia might develop a strange habit if left like this, I pulled the curtain and approached her.

The more I did, the more the moist, hot air enveloped my body.

It feels like being in a sauna.

I didn’t want to think about what the source of that heat might be.

“Wah!?”

I dodged the pillar that was swung as Philia bucked her waist.

My heart pounds.

Wouldn’t I be knocked down if hit by that?

…This is intense.

I felt a lukewarm sensation in my head but deliberately ignored it.

After approaching Philia’s side, I tapped her shoulder. Her hazy green eyes looked at me.

As if finally becoming aware of what state she was in, shame began to fill her hazy eyes.

“Ku…ghk…”

“…That’s why it would have been good to accept help earlier.”

“B-but… even so… that’s…”

“I understand your will, President.”

I sighed and carefully continued.

“I’m going to start now… um, please be careful not to move too much. If things go wrong…”

I might get hit and collapse.

Understanding it differently, Philia tightly closed her mouth, which was soaked with saliva, and firmly gripped the sheet.

…This feels like performing surgery or something.

While I highly appreciate her determination, it didn’t seem like it could cover her free-spirited legs, so I climbed onto the bed.

“T-teacher…?”

“…I’m trying to secure your legs, so don’t misunderstand.”

“Y-yes….”

While Philia responded with a dreamy face, I gathered her thighs together and sat on them.

I could feel her elastic thighs against my buttocks.

Honestly, it felt good.

No, that’s not it.

Then, as soon as I sat down, I extended my hand toward the pillar that was emitting hot heat.

…Isn’t this too big?

Anyway, the moment I moved my hand to stroke her thing.

“Ughh!? I-it hurts!”

Her body jerked greatly. Naturally, my body, mounted on her thighs, wobbled unsteadily.

While holding onto Philia’s thing to maintain balance, I checked it, though reluctantly.

I saw the tip of her pillar, dried like a desert.

It seemed to be because of what she had sprayed while swinging it around earlier.

…It’s already sensitive, and with all the lubricant-like substances gone, of course it would hurt.

I shuddered, feeling empathetic, and was about to call Undine but stopped abruptly.

Does “don’t use spirits” include this too?

What should I do?

The deliberation wasn’t very deep.

…Since it was Philia who said not to use spirits, shouldn’t she bear this much?

Swallowing a sigh, I churned my mouth, gathering saliva.

Then… at her desert-dry tip… that is, her glans.

“Bleh…”

“W-what are you doing now!?”

Having somehow seen this, Philia let out a flustered voice.

After confirming that her glans was covered with transparent saliva, I responded.

“…Since you said not to use spirits, I had no choice. Weren’t you prepared for this much?”

“Ah, no, um… yes… I understand. You must have done this because it was necessary… Right? I’m sorry. You’re the expert, after all.”

Saying it like that makes me sound like a strange person…

“I-I’m not an expert, I just found the m-most efficient method based on data I’ve accumulated from students so f-far!”

“I-I see.”

…I seem to have gotten a bit excited.

Anyway, now that the lubricant has been applied, Philia’s ejaculation shouldn’t be far off.

With a solemn face, I put strength into my hands and said.

“I’m going to start again, so tell me right away if it hurts.”

“I under…stand.”

Since it was so enormous, it seemed difficult to stroke the whole thing. Would I tire before Philia finishes?

Therefore, I decided to focus on the tip, which was thoroughly lubricated.

Even that was so large that I had to grasp it with both hands, as if embracing it.

Squish, squish!

“Ughh!”

As I stimulated the sticky glans, Philia’s body heaved.

My body, sitting on her thighs, heaved along with her.

…I wondered if there was any point to this, but since Philia was desperately putting strength into the sheet and her entire body.

With the desire to finish quickly, I moved my hands diligently.

Around the time I felt my breathing becoming a bit rough.

Philia made a somewhat crying voice.

“Um, T-teacher?”

“Hah, hah… w-what?”

She seemed very embarrassed, turning her head to the side as she spoke.

“Um… something hard and cold keeps… touching my skin…”

Wondering what she meant, I lowered my head slightly to see my breasts, wrapped in the tracksuit, touching her pillar.

It seemed that the half-pulled zipper was touching the pillar.

Recalling the sensation of “it” hitting a zipper, I shuddered and completely unzipped it.

“Um… sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“N-no… it feels better now that… something soft is touching it…”

…My breasts?

Well, thinking of the yuri materials I’ve seen so far, women like breasts too, so it might be natural.

I’m envious; I’ve never felt it myself.

I moved my hands with a touch of envy.

As Philia’s body moved, creaking sounds came from the bed. My body was also rocked back and forth, and once I became conscious of it, the sensation of the pillar touching my breasts became clearly felt.

Squish, squish, squish, squish.

Trying hard not to be conscious of it, I moved my hands diligently.

Gulp.

Eventually, I felt a throbbing sensation in my breasts.

I wondered what it was.

The moment I felt it, a hot and sticky sensation rose in my palms.

Splurt! Splurt!

White, sticky substances began to scatter everywhere.

“Ah, ah… ahh…”

Philia trembled and moaned with her tongue slightly out.

I instinctively blocked the hole from which it was spurting, but Philia seemed to be in pain, and it only spurted out more fiercely.

I wanted to move away quickly, but.

…If I did, I would likely be pummeled by the club-like thing that would be swung around as Philia frantically bucked her waist.

Tremble!

While holding onto the large, trembling pillar.

Splat!

I received the pouring seed with my body.

The amount was enormous, just like its size.

…She would allow me to use Undine to clean this up, right?

By the way, I forgot gloves…

“Haa… haa… kuhh…”

I, who had been squeezing my eyes shut, opened them upon hearing Philia’s distinct breathing and feeling the pillar in my hands disappear.

I saw Philia, covered with white substances, covering her face with both hands.

The face hidden between white fingers wasn’t clearly visible, but probably… wouldn’t she be feeling something like shame?

That seemed like her personality… probably?

If left alone, it seemed like she might dash outside in that state, so I hurriedly summoned Undine to clean the substances that had covered her and my body.

As Philia, having composed herself, got up, I also got off her body.

She looked at her clean body, sighed, then came to me and bowed her head.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know this would be… so difficult…”

“…It happens.”

It seems that even the noble student council president couldn’t resist that pleasure.

Honestly, I think she did well, considering.

Especially thinking about other students who let out vulgar moans.

She seemed to have something to say as she stared at me, but then said she would be going now and turned around.

Her clean body once again smelled of the sun.

…Unlike before, it gives a somewhat erotic feeling.

Just then, as Philia was opening the locked door to go outside, she turned to me and spoke in a timid voice.

“…You don’t have to avoid using it in front of me.”

“What?”

“The, the spirit, I mean. T-then, I’ll be going now…”

After blankly staring at the spot she had left, I let out a chuckle.

I had thought she might completely forbid its use, but she seemed more flexible than I expected.

Then, although the liquid had disappeared, the fragrance remained, so I opened the window for ventilation.

While waiting for that thick smell to escape, I sat in a chair and.

…felt a bit strange.

For some reason, the massager on the desk kept catching my eye.

Editor’s Note

It’s kinda like a tree. Large, unwieldy, and requires some sort of wet substance to take care of.