Chapter 42 – A Person Who Is Savory and Sweet

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Editor’s Note

Edited

You said it wouldn’t come out when squeezed!

My body trembled with betrayal, and heat rose to my head as if steam was coming out.

It wasn’t anything else but the breast milk—which supposedly wouldn’t come out when squeezed—that was now flowing freely, dampening my clothes since morning.

I don’t know how much cold sweat I shed trying to explain it to Michelle.

…Although what surprised me the most was Michelle sniffing right in front of my face, but anyway, it’s all Evelyn’s fault.

If the milk hadn’t leaked, Michelle wouldn’t have stuck her face so close!

Honestly, my heart aches.

If I had my guard up as usual, it wouldn’t matter, but right after waking up, seeing Michelle… no, even if it wasn’t her, seeing any of the people here would naturally make me lose my senses momentarily.

When a pretty girl with a nice scent shoves her face right in front of you, wouldn’t it be stranger to remain completely unfazed?

When I breathe in with a dazed mind, the scent that makes me feel fluffy tries to make me terribly happy.

In an instant, I might cross the line and intrude.

So I had to stay sharp.

I couldn’t say there was absolutely no such reason for using water onaholes with students and making substitutes.

Anyway.

The point is, this morning was very troublesome because of Evelyn.

Michelle, hearing my story, muttered with a serious face.

“That’s a serious issue. Shouldn’t we squeeze it out quickly then?”

“I suppose…?”

When I responded absentmindedly, Michelle looked at me with a serious face and spoke.

“I’ll help.”

“Ah, um.”

But when I flinched, recalling what happened yesterday, I saw the ears on Michelle’s head and her swaying tail drooping toward the floor.

Yet her face remained the same as usual, so I had to bite the inside of my cheek to suppress my laughter.

Is it okay to be this cute with such a stoic face?

Seeing with my own eyes what would be described in text as ‘her tail and ears seemed unable to hide her emotions’ was truly… powerful.

Yes, I suppose I can trust Michelle.

Even though something unfortunate happened yesterday, wouldn’t it be surrendering if I became timid because of that?

Rubbing my sleepy, puffy eyes, I said quietly.

“I’d appreciate your help.”

Then her tail and ears flapped vigorously.

At this rate, the flesh inside my cheek might fall off.

I feel like I’m tasting the bitter taste of iron.

Meanwhile, Michelle brought a deep bowl and placed it on the bed, saying carefully.

“Then now… could you take off your outer clothes and lie on your stomach?”

Why did she bring a plate?

And she wants me to lie on it?

I was puzzled, but Michelle’s expression was so serious that I silently took off my clothes, telling myself:

It’s nothing strange, so there’s no need to be embarrassed.

After taking off my outer clothes and lying down, I felt a heaviness.

I wondered if it had always been like this, but maybe it was really… because there was milk inside?

Tock.

When Michelle undid my underwear, it felt even heavier.

My breasts sank into the bowl underneath me, and I felt a cold sensation.

Michelle, faced with an unexpected situation, spoke in a troubled voice and asked carefully.

“I’m afraid it might be difficult to do this here. Would it be okay to move?”

“Huh? Yes… whatever.”

When I nodded, she lifted me up just as I was lying.

My heart pounded as my view elevated, like riding an amusement park ride.

But wow, she’s really strong… I’m envious.

Even though my current body is small, it’s not so small that it can be lifted so easily.

And so, moved to the bathroom.

With Michelle’s firm, long fingers.

My milk was squeezed, squeeeeezed out.

She gently wrapped her fingers around my nipples, then pressed firmly with her palm, and splurt, splurt, white stuff flowed down onto the bathroom floor.

It flowed out much more smoothly than when Evelyn clumsily touched and sucked.

It would be a lie to say I didn’t feel strange, but it was somehow better than that time.

When I let out an impressed sound, she, who was squeezing my milk from behind, said in a voice filled with satisfaction.

“I have experience helping milk cows at a farm when I was young. I didn’t know it would be useful like this.”

“I see…”

It was fun to hear backstory I hadn’t known, but hearing that story made me understand what Michelle had been trying to do earlier.

…I guess I should be thankful it’s just being squeezed like this.

If my breasts were a bit smaller, I would have been milked exactly like a cow, and that thought made me feel quite bizarre.

Thankful? Should I be thankful?

“Mmm…”

Nevertheless, perhaps due to my increased stats, I felt somewhat sensuous sensations, but I could endure it.

Eventually, it seemed all had been squeezed out as things calmed down, and Michelle removed her hands from my chest.

After regulating my slightly roughened breathing, I thanked Michelle and left the room.

Thankfully, she said she would clean up afterward, so I didn’t have to stay and blush.

Hah.

Evelyn, really.

I headed to the infirmary, burning with anger toward her.

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“Iris, teacher? Did something happen?”

“Huh? No? Why?”

At Iris’s nonchalant response, Charlotte shook her head vigorously and put a cookie from the table into her mouth.

The sweet and crispy cookie was delicious, but Charlotte kept finding herself concerned about Iris for some reason.

Well, it was natural to be concerned.

Because she had realized the nature of what she had done to Iris.

That meant she should take responsibility for the teacher, right?

Though she was a student at the academy, she was legally an adult, so there would be no problem with marriage.

She wasn’t sure if her parents would approve… but one couldn’t put spilled water back into a bottle.

Charlotte’s fantasy, completely forgetting Michelle’s presence, spread its branches more and more.

Besides, is same-sex marriage allowed? This growing thing—

Charlotte, who had been blank for a moment, continued her thoughts.

‘She said not to tell yet….’

The warning, or rather suggestion, from the spirit that had emitted a peculiar aura.

Somehow it felt like nothing good would happen if she disobeyed, so she kept her mouth shut, but still….

On the other hand, she thought it was fortunate. It gave her time to sort out her confused feelings somewhat calmly.

The worry that occupied the largest share in her mind was:

Would Iris teacher dislike it?

Seeing how well she treated her, it didn’t seem like she disliked her at least….

‘Sigh….’

Charlotte let out a deep internal sigh.

Making magical tools seemed much simpler and easier by comparison.

Especially for her, who had lived a life not just as a dating novice but without knowing even the first letter of romance.

And yet, when she recalled her parents’ good relationship, her heart fluttered slightly, making her feel quite strange.

…Wait, so does that mean my parents did that to give birth to me?

Charlotte felt her face heating up.

As Charlotte was recalling a rosy future, albeit with some gaps, she remembered what the student council had recently announced and her face hardened.

…Come to think of it, ‘that’ was an act prohibited by the student council.

They wouldn’t apply school rules retroactively, but it was still a prohibited act.

Perhaps the pink future she imagined didn’t exist.

What if, when the time came to confess the truth, Iris looked at her with cold eyes?

It wasn’t something she wanted to imagine.

Although they hadn’t known each other for long, she was as warm as someone she had known for a long time.

…Of course, her body was warm too, but that wasn’t a major factor.

For Charlotte, who had come to a foreign land, Iris was almost like a friend, the only person she could depend on and act spoiled with.

If Iris could read Charlotte’s thoughts, she might think it was a bit heavy, but Iris, sipping her tea, seemed unconcerned.

She, not knowing anything, had zipped up her tracksuit all the way to her neck and was internally cursing Evelyn vigorously.

Iris’s appearance, chewing on Evelyn in her mind like someone chewing on squid, was somewhat peculiar.

As if wanting to claim she was masculine, her legs were spread wide and stretched out freely, and she gulped down the lukewarm tea refreshingly.

Even so, when she choked and coughed, her voluptuous breasts jiggled, but she herself thought she was manly.

It’s fortunate that Charlotte couldn’t see this bizarre sight well….

During this time.

Knock, knock, slide!

With the sound of knocking, a cotton candy-like figure floated in.

The protagonist who opened the door and entered was Evelyn, with dark circles under her eyes.

Despite opening the door confidently, she timidly lowered her gaze and carefully walked toward Iris.

When her eyes met Charlotte’s, she blinked.

‘Who is that?’

She didn’t know who it was… but seeing her leisurely enjoying tea and cookies with Iris somehow didn’t sit well with her.

But.

“Welcome, Student Stout.”

“Yes.”

All she, a criminal, could do was present today’s achievements to her master.

Evelyn conversed with Iris under Charlotte’s gaze.

But since there weren’t achievements worth the dark circles under her eyes, she wasn’t in a particularly good mood.

As Evelyn looked at Iris sitting in the chair.

She saw Iris’s clothes gradually getting wet.

…What on earth did I create?

The savory smell was already rising, making her feel strange as memories of that day came back.

“Huh?”

And it seemed she wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“I-Iris teacher, your clothes are getting wet.”

“What? Ah…”

Iris, who noticed it, gave Evelyn a disapproving look.

Evelyn, who already wasn’t making progress on creating the ‘onahole,’ felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

…It would be better to just go ‘practice’ quickly.

At least then she wouldn’t have time for this.

Being in the position of the subordinate was too painful.

Editor’s Note

Yes Evelyn…you shall suffer for our continued degeneracy. Hahahahaha.