Chapter 36 – What’s Needed

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Editor’s Note

Edited

Without fail, students came. It was expected, but that doesn’t make it any less tiring.

The reason they came was obviously because their lower halves were bubbling.

One amusing point was that, interestingly, there were also students who came with fake symptoms.

Like the student who said their lower half was tingling, lay down on the bed, and after the screen was drawn, just fell asleep.

…I was wondering why there weren’t students like that—excluding Charlotte—but now one has finally appeared.

Having already turned a blind eye to Charlotte, I thought it would be odd to say anything, so I left it alone.

Actually, that’s just a minor issue that can be brushed off with a smile.

The real problem is…

“Um, Teacher…”

A student peeking their face through the screen calls me with a restless voice.

A commendable student who disappeared behind the screen saying they’d try to handle it themselves without using the water onahole.

…Honestly, if that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to do it in a private space?

It seemed they came because the Student Council told them to go to the infirmary.

At this rate, rather than the infirmary…

Ahem.

No, if Evelyn helps out, it will be resolved quickly.

While thinking that.

I approached at the student’s shy call, but momentarily paused at the hot air flowing through the screen.

“What’s the matter?”

Something felt off.

The lips that had spoken such commendable words eventually said something strange.

“W-when I do it alone, it doesn’t… come out well. Could you… look at what’s wrong?”

“Uh… um, so right now…”

“Please come in and look…”

Weakened by the pitiful gaze, I entered behind the screen.

With a faint hope that it wasn’t what I was thinking.

But upon entering, hot air and a strange scent tickled my nostrils.

To explain specifically… it could be called the essence of the student’s body scent.

A feeling like my breath was caught.

And… I could clearly see the student’s lower half, having removed their skirt.

Along with the pillar standing erect there.

Hmm.

That does seem to be what I was thinking.

So they’re asking me to watch them masturbate, right?

“P-please look. See what’s wrong…”

They must have been very urgent, as they started stroking the pillar as soon as I entered, sitting on the bed.

But the results don’t seem to match their enthusiasm.

The somewhat drooping pillar showed no signs of ejaculating.

Rather, it seemed to be in pain from their unskilled handling, looking dry.

“Ugh…”

Instead of the vulgar moans usually heard, a voice mixed with pain flowed from the student’s mouth.

Ah… that’s not how you do it.

I demonstrated how to handle my old friend, but it seems it wasn’t enough.

Well, even how to hold chopsticks differs between people, let alone handling the sensitive ‘that.’

Everyone should find a grip method that suits them.

Some curve to the left, some curve upward, right?

…Of course, there are shortcuts like the water onahole and fork, but having declared they wouldn’t rely on them, they need help.

I stared intently at the student’s thing to gather information.

The glans was slightly reddened, probably from friction.

“Um, could you stop for a moment?”

“…Yes.”

Looking at it makes me feel a tingling sensation for something I no longer have. Is this phantom pain or whatever it’s called?

When the student let go, it fell limply onto the bed with a thud.

“Ouch…”

It’s in an ambiguous state, neither hard nor soft.

Considering the average of students who visit here… this appears to be a half-erect state, not fully erect.

I could tell without touching it.

…With my experience, how could I not recognize that?

Thinking that way, I think I understand what problem she’s suffering from.

In industry terms, it’s that.

The problem seems to be a lack of ‘material.’

No joke, seriously.

The water onahole probably had the same issue, but it literally ‘milked’ them, so they didn’t have time to feel it.

With overwhelming stimulation, it eventually stiffened and spewed out everything inside.

But… when trying with bare hands, things were a bit different.

And that fact… only I, as a man, would know.

The reason they boldly present it to me is partly because I have a female body, but also because of their ‘ignorance.’

This was… awkward.

I wish they wouldn’t feel too good with it, but they suffer if they don’t.

And even if there’s suddenly no material… what could I give them?

Looking at the student panting heavily, I said.

“Um, do you have someone you like?”

“Wh-what? W-why are you suddenly asking that!?”

“…Please forget it.”

I can’t just tell them to think about someone they like while doing it. If they currently have feelings for a man, it would be terrible in many ways.

If this is inside a game, such a thing wouldn’t happen as it would be completely out of line with yuri, but.

…Probably.

Then a good idea came to mind.

Perhaps there’s a way to make students interested in women, and there was one somewhat verified method.

After some thought, I sat next to the student.

“T-Teacher?”

“Hmm… student. Would you look here?”

I guided her gaze to my chest.

…Yes, the method I chose was to become the material myself.

The fullness that even women like, as verified by Michelle.

A means to make students interested in women.

This way, regardless of what they’re thinking now, wouldn’t they become interested in the female body?

Even if the pillar disappears, memories of the female body won’t be erased.

Am I not a genius after all?

“Gulp.”

Eventually, with the sound of swallowing, I felt the student’s eyes intently gazing at my chest.

She admired the stretched pattern.

Before I knew it, her pillar was not just stiff, but dripping saliva from the tip.

Seeing that, I realized one thing I had overlooked.

…There was a side effect of my mood becoming strange… but I thought it couldn’t be helped.

Wasn’t I ready to sacrifice myself to protect the Yuri garden anyway?

Just showing it… I used to walk around at the pool without wearing anything on top, right?

Being a man, I have no reason to be embarrassed.

Thinking that way, I felt reassured.

“Now try again.”

She, who had been absorbed in my chest, startled, then looked at her thing.

“Huh…? It’s different from before?”

Well… now there’s material right in front of you.

But explaining this with my own mouth felt a bit awkward.

Well, they’ll naturally realize it later.

When the unopened flower bud eventually blooms, they’ll naturally notice then.

I didn’t bother explaining and just smiled gently.

At that, for some reason, she swallowed again and began to stroke her pillar earnestly.

Squish, squish, squish.

Unlike before, now thoroughly wet, it makes sounds of moisture.

“Ah… haah…!”

Judging by the sweet voice escaping from her mouth, it seemed to be working.

…It seems my guess that she lacked material was correct.

Her soft-looking hands diligently stroked the slightly upward-curved pillar.

Completely aroused, it had grown to an average size and was pulsating its veins.

The strange scent that had slightly faded now filled the screen area again.

The face of the girl starting to feel pleasure becomes disheveled.

Her focus blurs, and she pants with a silly face.

What was unexpected was that she, who had been diligently stroking, perhaps needing more stimulation, buried her face in my chest.

…Honestly, I couldn’t see what expression she was making, but the hot, moist breath coming and going felt really… strange.

Come to think of it, Michelle also buried her face like this, so breasts might not be such an unfamiliar presence to women.

Should I thank the existence of the pillar for naturally leading that to excitement?

Thinking about students who would naturally fall into the path of Yuri once the pillar disappears made my mouth water.

“Hrff…!”

Along with intense breathing, the sound of pshht! pshht! ejaculation was heard.

It gushed out so much that it seemed like I could hear gulping sounds in my ears.

Seeing it splatter and fall on the screen, I thought it would have been quite troublesome without Undine.

“Haaahk… hack…”

Eventually, as the ejaculating thing disappeared, I called Undine, cleaned up the face of the student who had successfully ejaculated alone for the first time, put a cookie in her mouth, and sent her back.

Then, just as I was about to float and clean up the white things that had gushed out.

With a knock, Evelyn entered.

“Uh… is that possibly… that thing?”

She stared blankly at it while holding something shimmering with a strange light in her hand.

Has she already made it?

Amazing.

With that thought, I nodded, and she hurriedly rummaged through her belongings and pulled out something like a flask.

“C-could you put some in here?”

“Eck.”

“D-don’t make that face.”

Overwhelmed by her intensity as she nibbled her lips, I put some of what was flowing to the sink into the flask, and Evelyn, sealing the opening with a stopper, smiled with a happy face.

…That’s cum, you know.

Shaking my head, I said to her.

“So what are you holding?”

“Obviously, it’s the prototype of the mass-production onahole you mentioned? I still need to improve it a lot, but I thought I’d need your opinion, Teacher.”

Approaching, Evelyn handed me a gelatinous lump.

Then what I considered TMI¹ came attacking my ears.

Even if you explain, I won’t understand…

Just trying it once would probably be the most certain way.

Rustle.

As I thought that.

A rustling sound was heard from behind the screen.

“Hm? Is someone there?”

“Just a moment.”

Quieting Evelyn, I carefully approached where the sound came from.

Lifting the screen slightly.

I saw the student who had come to skip class, now with that thing grown, not knowing what to do.

…A perfect test subject had just appeared.

Sorry for the student who came to skip class but ended up masturbating.

But since it needs to be eliminated anyway, isn’t this good?

Thinking that way, I smiled faintly and said.

“Looks like you need help?”

“Kuk…”

“Oh…”

An interested voice was heard from behind.

…I should send Evelyn away, right?

Editor’s Note

Iris is a professional gaslighter…of herself.