Chapter 47 – I Didn’t Order a Refill

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Philia found the current situation extremely embarrassing.

If asked whether she had such intentions, she could proudly declare on her honor that she absolutely did not.

But what exactly was this situation?

She tensed her lower abdomen and reflected on what had happened in the corridor moments ago.

The image of Iris appeared in her mind.

Petite figure.

Hair that looked as soft as silk.

Eyes that sparkled like embedded jewels.

A figure that commanded presence despite wearing loose clothing.

Sweet and enchanting… fragrance.

It seemed that fragrance was the problem.

When Philia first conversed with Iris, everything was fine.

The cracks began to form as she got closer to her.

The deep spirit fragrance that had been faintly wafting since she spotted Iris from afar.

Philia initially didn’t think much of it. She had smelled it before, and it was truly a pleasant scent that made her lips curl up involuntarily.

If it was good, it was good; there was no reason to dislike it.

Though she hadn’t told others, it was a fragrance so pleasant that she deliberately created excuses to visit.

That was the hidden reason why Philia came personally despite the tight schedule, rather than sending someone else.

…She had told others that since Iris was a teacher, she should go herself.

Anyway.

As she smelled that fragrance from afar, she felt the tension in her body, stiffened from heavy duties, relaxing.

Yes, she didn’t have any strange ulterior motives.

Isn’t the infirmary a place for students’ condition and health?

She didn’t need to add messy excuses—

No, she came to be polite, not particularly for any such reason.

As she battled fiercely in her mind, she realized that the fragrance growing stronger as she approached Iris was unusually intense.

Sniff, sniff.

When she unconsciously took a deep breath, she felt a refreshing energy as if her insides had been directly cleaned.

Somehow it seemed stronger than last time.

At this level, it was enough to make her jealous.

How could such a fragrance come from a human?

Philia didn’t necessarily look down on humans, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit glum.

But even that feeling flew away with the fragrance that wafted as Iris stood close by.

Philia tried to control her loosening lips and continued the conversation, reciting the reason she had deliberately created.

It should have ended without incident, but.

Philia, immersed in the scent as if she had returned to her homeland—no, even stronger than that—eventually buried her nose in the source of the fragrance and began sniffing.

“Um… President?”

Philia, who had been in a forest-like state, felt reality with Iris’s voice. At the same time, a strange scent mixed with the spirit fragrance tickled her nostrils.

It was the body scent clinging to Iris from what she had been doing earlier.

Her body scent, mixed with the fragrance of ‘El’, was an extremely stimulating scent for Philia.

Eventually.

“Hik!?”

That scent that had been circling her entire body suddenly seemed stimulated, making something in Philia hot.

Her emotions, unknowingly transformed into sexual desire, next manifested as a stiffly erect pillar.

“Whaaat!?”

The long rod that suddenly stood upright was inserted between Iris’s thighs.

Philia tensed her body from the shock, and naturally, strong force was applied to the risen pillar.

Something… alarming was happening.

This too was something she had experienced before.

But it was somehow different from then.

A pillar so hard it was painful.

Fragrances and energies rushing into her nostrils with enough force to stir and melt her brain.

And the soft… body twitching on top of the pillar as if to stimulate it.

Especially the supreme softness felt on her face made Philia’s pillar pulse.

…Though she herself didn’t seem to realize it.

Thus, unable to do this or that, Philia awkwardly entered the infirmary following Iris’s guidance.

By that point, her patience had reached its limit.

‘I want to touch it…’

Recalling the memory of Iris resolving it before, her already hard member became even harder and stood straight up.

Her body trembled at the sensation of fabric brushing against it, and saliva dripped from her tightly closed lips.

Just as all negative thoughts—about work, studies, wanting to return home—had been washed away by the fragrance.

All of her desires seemed to be concentrated in the small… no, too large to be called small pillar.

The pillar grew large and hard enough to seem menacing.

“Hng… haah…”

Eventually, due to the tightness caused by Iris’s stiffened body, Philia’s barely contained desire exploded.

Iris seemed to have wanted to lead her to the bed to touch the ground, but.

Now Philia had no room for such thoughts.

The only way for her to gain pleasure immediately was.

To sway her hips toward Iris’s tracksuit, warmed by her body heat and fluids.

More precisely, it was between Iris’s thighs, but in Philia’s mind, the only thought was to make this terribly hardened thing comfortable quickly.

“Ah, P-President?!”

“H-hng, sniff, ngh…”

Philia vigorously swayed her hips while tightly embracing Iris’s body.

Iris’s breasts, pressed against her pale face, spread like cushions, and from there, a rich fragrance rose, exciting her even more.

Swish, swish!

The sound of fabric rubbing echoed loudly in rhythm with her hip movements.

The sensation of the hard pillar rubbing against something soft and hot felt better than expected.

“W-Wait a moment…”

“Hoo, hoo…”

Philia desperately swayed her hips.

But something was lacking. So she moved her hips even more vigorously. In the current position, that was the only way to gain pleasure.

“Ugh, ahh… ughk?!”

“This is maddening…”

Whether her efforts bore fruit.

From the red-hot tip, a transparent and sticky liquid gushed out.

Drip…

Drip, drip.

Like a dog ordered to wait with food right in front of it.

The wet liquid was sprayed on the floor.

But this too was insufficient.

A voice of agony came from Philia’s mouth.

“S-Something is missing. I-It hurts… it feels like it’s going to burst. T-Teacher…”

Iris, who had been holding Philia’s face to prevent falling, heard that voice, swallowed a sigh, and said quietly.

“First… I think it would be good if you put me down.”

Philia, having expelled the transparent liquid, seemed to have “slightly” regained her senses and slowly moved her body.

At that, Iris felt the tension ease slightly and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Thud.

As Philia took a step that she had paused.

Iris’s body, which had been floating slightly like on a seesaw, descended smoothly.

Her relaxed body slid backward like on a slide.

“Ah, aah!?”

“Ugh!?”

Philia’s pillar, which had been standing upright, pointed downward, and Iris was able to touch the floor as she wished.

…Though her buttocks touched first rather than her feet, she had achieved her goal nonetheless.

Having fallen to the floor, Iris lay on her back with her back against it.

It looked like she had executed a controlled breakfall.

Philia looked at Iris with hazy eyes.

Her top had rolled up, revealing her white navel, and her slightly oversized pants had slid down, exposing her plain underwear.

It seemed a bit small for her large pelvis, as Iris’s white flesh was visibly pressed.

The elf’s eyesight didn’t miss that.

Getting excited by seeing another woman’s body.

…But maybe it’s okay right now.

“Um, President? No, Philia?”

Then, coming to her senses, Philia blinked.

This cleared her blurry vision somewhat.

Along with that, she felt weight on her shoulders.

She could see Iris’s feet and ankles wrapped in the tracksuit pants.

Following those white legs, the ‘thing’ stood prominently between her firm thighs.

The pillar between Iris’s tightly squeezed thighs stood upright as if it were attached to Iris.

Philia unconsciously moved her hips.

The sensation of parting the slightly wet thighs was.

Very… pleasant.

The soft and warm skin satisfied her pleasure, which had felt somewhat lacking.

Ah, this is it.

Philia’s reason snapped.

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Squish! Squish! Squish!

The sensation of the pillar moving between parted thighs is vivid.

Each time Philia thrusts her hips, the tip of the pillar approaches.

The hole from which transparent liquid drips is clearly visible.

As I thought before, it’s truly an off-the-charts size.

I wonder if this is really a size that a person can accommodate.

…Wouldn’t it kill someone if inserted?

Though there’s no reason for it to be inserted, I couldn’t help but worry.

My mood was very strange, but more than that, my body was tired.

Lying in PT8 position… isn’t an easy task.

It was bearable only because my body is flexible and Philia was supporting me.

They say that people who don’t usually get angry are scary when they do.

Philia, who had seemed modest, eventually shook her hips like someone who had exploded.

In technical terms, sumata¹.

The act of rubbing it between thighs.

She shakes her hips vigorously as if it feels very good.

She looks like a dog that has received permission to eat from its owner and pounces.

…She would be angry if this were discovered.

But apart from my body being slightly tired, it was comfortable.

Since she moved on her own, I had nothing to do.

Watching ‘it’ rise from her pelvis, I felt strange, as if I had my own again.

With my top almost completely removed to avoid getting hurt by the zipper, Philia’s pillar diligently travels back and forth, rubbing my crotch, navel, and lower abdomen as it passes through my thighs.

It feels strange to have a place that originally didn’t exist being stimulated.

My thighs, crotch, and lower abdomen were soaked with the liquid from Philia’s tip.

Listening to the squelching sounds makes even me feel strange.

If I close my eyes, the sensation of it parting my thighs feels even more vivid, and if I open them, the large glans aggressively appeals to me.

…This is fucked up.

There really was no other word to describe this situation.

But I don’t think Philia is at fault.

This situation itself was someone’s conspiracy, so she was just caught up in it.

Since she didn’t insert it like Evelyn did, I became somewhat more forgiving, I suppose?

…But still, that off-the-charts largeness didn’t become familiar.

If it were inserted, there would be thwack! thwack! sounds.

While I was letting my mind wander, hoping for Philia to ejaculate soon.

I realized I had forgotten an important fact.

Slosh! Slosh! Splurt!

Only after she began to ejaculate did I realize.

“G-Get out!”

Along with Philia’s desperate voice.

Sticky, white things spurting from the tip were sprayed all over my body.

On my face, which had been blankly thinking of other things, in my mouth, on my chest, on my stomach, and even between my thighs.

My entire body became thoroughly wet and hot, as if being marked as her territory.

Closing my mouth in surprise was a mistake.

The sticky and thick substance that had already entered my mouth went down my throat.

Gulp.

A pasty feeling, like eating honey whole, was felt in my throat.

The substance I unexpectedly swallowed.

…For some reason, it tasted a bit sweet. In other media, elves are said to eat only things like fruit, could that be why? I don’t know.

“Urgh…”

Apart from that, I felt like gagging.

It was natural.

But when I opened my mouth to gag, more of it entered my mouth.

If I close my mouth, the newly entered substance goes down my throat. Meanwhile, the splurt! splurt! ejected substances were heavily placed on my face.

It was a terrible ejaculation, as large as her size.

Unable to even gag, stupidly lying there.

Something felt strange.

My body itched.

My heart pounded and my breathing became rapid.

Something, something… strange was happening.

Editor’s Note

Over here officer! Yes, this woman right here! She needs to be put in horny jail right now.