Chapter 33 – The Teacher Doesn’t Understand the Heart of the Flat-Chested

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Editor’s Note

Edited

It was a perfect lecture in many ways.

I’ll be a bit more tired for a while, but it will definitely be effective in the long run.

Fundamentally, finding a way to prevent it from growing at all would be best, but…

Honestly, I don’t know.

It was something I first encountered before falling into this place, so wouldn’t it be strange if I knew the cause and solution?

Anyway, whether the students graduate or whatever, I hope they… forget that hideous pleasure and enjoy wholesome Yuri.

Then suddenly a thought occurred to me.

What happened to those I didn’t pursue after the ending? That question.

Since it wasn’t a game with epilogues, there was no way to know what end those off-stage characters met.

There weren’t even epilogues for the characters I did pursue, so it would be more unnatural if there were.

…The thought that students who graduated without incident might all live lives unconnected to Yuri… made my heart ache.

As I felt my heart tingle, the person I had been waiting for finally came out of the classroom.

Hair like cotton candy, a sweet, pale pink.

Eyes that shone like a somewhat unfamiliar gemstone called morganite, with a light peach glow.

A petite height and petite… chest.

Looking at her wearing a lab coat similar to mine, I… couldn’t look down at her, but met her eyes at eye level.

She seemed a bit flustered, but as if she knew I’d be waiting, she didn’t panic.

“Nice to meet you. So your name is…”

“Ah, I’m Evelyn Stout.”

I knew, but asked out of courtesy.

It would be pretty creepy if someone you met for the first time already knew your name.

Standing and talking seemed awkward, so I took Evelyn to the infirmary.

Sitting at the table serving tea and snacks, I observed her.

Perhaps because I had taken her side earlier, there was a basic goodwill, but she didn’t seem to know why I had waited for her or invited her like this.

It was a natural question arising from the difference that I knew her, but she didn’t know me.

Having played the game, I knew that Evelyn Stout could create various things through alchemy, but…

To her, I was um… come to think of it, I had a question.

Reflecting on what Philia had said, Evelyn had never become a futanari…

Why did she come to hear my lecture?

I don’t know. Thanks to her, I just need to sit here, right?

…Thinking that, Evelyn’s face seemed like someone who had something to hide, but I dismissed it.

By now comfortable, I watched her dip cookies in tea and eat them, then said.

“Were you surprised that I called you suddenly?”

“Huh? Um… a little, I guess?”

The way to pursue her was simple.

“It’s nothing special, but as you heard in my lecture, the students need something to help them relieve their urges by themselves.”

Evelyn looked at me with a face that said, “Do you know me?” Swallowing the laughter that almost escaped, I continued.

“I’ve been researching in various ways while preparing. During that, I heard that student Evelyn was very talented in such matters.”

At my words, Evelyn’s lips twitched, and she replied, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Is that so…? I didn’t know rumors spread so quickly… well… if you’re looking for someone like that, I am indeed the perfect candidate.”

She ate a cookie soaked in tea, chuckling, then looked at me.

“By the way, didn’t you not know my name—”

“That’s because we hadn’t introduced ourselves.”

“Ah… um, so you’re that type of person. Teacher.”

“Yes… well, I suppose so.”

…Unnecessarily sharp.

Anyway.

Buttering her up was effortless, as she was weak to praise.

To the point where dialogue choices weren’t necessary.

To her, now grinning widely, I explained the structure I wanted.

Since I could summon Undine to show something similar to the real thing, it was easy to explain.

Evelyn, looking at the water onahole created by Undine with an interested face, asked if she could put her hand in.

As I nodded, she nervously inserted her finger into the water onahole.

Squelch.

Her slender fingers stirred around inside the water onahole.

Evelyn, as if feeling the inside, inserted her fingers deep with a serious face.

…Seeing that was both strange and… somewhat amusing.

“Amazing… to think a spirit can make something like this…”

“It doesn’t need to be exactly like this. Just ‘roughly this feeling?’ Use it as a reference.”

After poking at the onahole with her fingers for a while, Evelyn sighed with a slightly disappointed face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I wish I could try it myself… but I don’t have one.”

“Hahaha… I think it’s better if that doesn’t happen.”

She’s saying something dangerous.

I’d prefer if no one used it at all.

Her face looked genuinely disappointed.

…Well, it must be out of curiosity, right?

Just then.

With a knock, a hesitant student entered. Judging by their appearance… it seemed they were troubled by ‘that.’

I told Evelyn to wait a moment and headed to the deepest bed in the infirmary with the student.

As we walked, I asked, and my guess was correct.

“I-I tried to do it myself… but it d-didn’t work…”

“It can’t be helped.”

I unnecessarily checked if Philia was around, then set up a screen and sent in the water onahole.

Stepping back a bit, strange and vulgar sounds began to come from behind the screen.

…Feeling awkward, I looked at Evelyn, and she was approaching with a very interested face.

“Um… Student Stout?”

“…Teacher.”

Cautiously approaching, she looked at the screen and asked me.

“It seems like it would help with making it… c-can I take a little peek?”

“Uh, well… wouldn’t that be inappropriate? We didn’t get the student’s permission…”

“I guess so…?”

Her face looked somewhat dangerous.

…Was she originally this type of character?

Since she becomes like a blue robot cat from the future in a different sense than Charlotte after getting close… I honestly don’t know about her sexual tendencies.

Anyway.

Even if it’s inside a game.

…I thought showing someone being serviced by a water onahole was inappropriate.

I seated the excited Evelyn.

Her heavy breathing was… a bit… perverse.

…Is this really just because of curiosity?

Perhaps she saw my face.

She cleared her throat and grabbed her teacup with slightly trembling hands.

She tilted the cup elegantly, then set it down and said quietly.

“It’s only to perfectly create what you asked for… I’d like to say it’s not what you’re thinking, Teacher.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Evelyn’s answer was firm.

I couldn’t insist since she denied it, and not wanting to ruin the raised affection points, I agreed, making her expression brighten.

Eventually, an “Eeehiik!” sound came from behind the screen, and the student emerged drenched in sweat, bowing with a dazed face.

After putting a cookie in the mouth of the tired-looking student and sending them back, I returned to my seat.

“…Is that what these snacks are for?”

“…Among other things.”

“Hehe… you’re quite attentive.”

Evelyn ate a cookie while staring blankly at the white things floating into the sink.

…She has a strong stomach.

Well… since she said alchemical ingredients include such things, maybe she’s used to it.

Perhaps to her, those might look like very rare ingredients?

But she soon averted her gaze, so I guess not.

Anyway, now that the visitor to the infirmary was gone.

I had a more detailed conversation with Evelyn.

Her enthusiasm was something I was skeptical about, but… she was extremely cooperative, which made me feel a bit strange.

…It must be largely due to what she had just seen.

“Well, I think that’s enough… do you have any other requests?”

“Other requests… ah.”

At her question, I remembered the original purpose of contacting her.

I can’t believe I forgot this.

…The underwear must be making me comfortable.

“Um, this is just in case, but…”

“Yes.”

Looking around, I leaned close to Evelyn and whispered. Her body trembled slightly, surprised by the sudden approach.

“By any chance, do you have a potion that makes breasts smaller?”

“…Excuse me?”

Her face was confused, wondering if she had heard correctly.

As I moved away, she stared intensely at my chest.

And then…

“…I wonder?”

She spoke in a somewhat cold voice, then stood up.

“…I’ll try to make what you asked for. Well then, goodbye.”

“Huh? Oh… yes. I’ll be counting on you.”

“…”

She muttered something with dead eyes, but it was too quiet to hear clearly.

Why is she acting like that?

I thought we were getting along quite well just a moment ago…

But she didn’t say she wouldn’t do it, so I guess I can trust her?

With a sense of relief as if I had accomplished something significant, I leaned back in the chair and stretched.

Before, even doing this would make my arms feel like they were going to fall off because of my breasts, but wearing underwear made it much better.

Still, smaller is better.

I liked big ones when looking at them, but having them attached to my body… even if my preferences didn’t change, I couldn’t help feeling a bit less attached to them.

Just as I was trying to enjoy a leisurely afternoon.

Knock knock.

Students began to pour in.

…I think you know the reason without me having to say it.

I hope Evelyn… can do it.

With a sigh.

The voices of students echoed in the infirmary.

This still doesn’t feel right.

Dragging my tired body back to the room.

I saw Michelle sitting blankly with hollow eyes.

…What’s wrong with her now?

Editor’s Note

It’s like a man dying of thirst watching another man drown…except for chest sizes.

Also, isn’t Michelle looking pretty bad? Huehehe, yes yes…regret your choices, fall deeper into despair.