Chapter 43 – Tasting Session

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Editor’s Note

Edited

I vaguely began to understand why something like tea-bagging existed in my world.

From afar, it seemed like the height of bad manners, but now that I was doing something similar to Evelyn, I found it thrilling and enjoyable every time.

And on top of that, since it was her karma to begin with, I didn’t need to feel guilty, which made it all the more enjoyable.

If she was upset, she should have brought something proper.

Didn’t she say, “Wouldn’t I make it better if I tried putting it in?” If she couldn’t make anything after saying that, shouldn’t she bear the consequences?

In games, she would whip up anything in no time, but I suppose that might have been thanks to game mechanics.

If I think of it as the game only showing options that could be made immediately, it made sense.

The sudden addition of craftable items one day must be for that reason.

Maybe someday Evelyn will easily create onaholes that satisfy everyone.

But not right now, not immediately.

And one more thing.

Behind the partition, I asked her while squeezing milk with Undine’s help.

“So… nngh… whew, can you make the shrinking pill?”

When I poked my face through the partition to see Evelyn’s face, she responded with a brighter expression than when talking about the onahole.

“I could make it, but… since it’s for shrinking, not enlarging… there’s no one to test it on.”

As she said this, Evelyn stroked her own chest and looked depressed.

…Well, since hers are already so small, she can’t test it on herself, and as she said, unlike something that makes things bigger, there doesn’t seem to be a demand for something that makes them smaller.

It’s truly unfortunate.

How nice would it be if I could just take mine off and give them to her?

I don’t need them.

When I looked at her with that emotion, Evelyn’s face became lukewarm.

Yes, you must feel bad too.

“Sigh…”

Meanwhile, as the milk stopped flowing, I gathered my clothes and came out from behind the partition.

It feels like a savory aroma lingers around my nose.

Swallowing an internal sigh, I sat down, and Undine placed the ‘milk’ that had been floating in the air into a teapot and set it in front of me.

No, why not just throw it away…

As the teapot was placed on the table with a clatter, the attention of Charlotte, who had been blushing, and Evelyn, who had been depressed, focused on it.

Evelyn was the first to speak.

“Um, Teacher Plumeria.”

“What?”

“…What are you planning to do with that?”

“Do with what?”

I should just throw it away, of course.

But she seemed to think it was too precious to waste.

“If you’re going to throw it away, could you give it to me instead?”

“…Why?”

Seeing my expression harden, Evelyn panicked and explained.

“Well, I thought… drinking it might make me… bigger… that’s what I was thinking.”

“Yesterday you—”

I was about to say “Didn’t you drink plenty yesterday?” but seeing Charlotte, I closed my mouth as if biting my tongue.

Then I noticed Charlotte fidgeting with her fingers.

Meeting my eyes, Charlotte blushed slightly and muttered in a timid voice.

“Iris teacher… um, could I also have a little bit?”

“…”

Rather than disgust at why they would want to drink it, I felt sympathy first.

Honestly, the fact that milk was coming from my breasts felt so surreal that I didn’t particularly feel any aversion.

I might be trying hard to think that way… but anyway, that’s how it was.

When I nodded, the two poured it into teacups and shared it with excited faces.

Do they think drinking milk from someone with large breasts will make their own breasts larger?

…I was itching to ask if they really thought it would work, but I held back for Charlotte’s sake.

Yeah, maybe it could have an effect?

After all, this milk itself is coming out because of a potion, so who knows.

“I-It’s delicious.”

“You don’t need to share your impressions…”

“Oh… yes.”

The impressions are a bit much.

Anyway.

The two who had happily shared the milk left the infirmary with somewhat excited expressions.

I felt a bit strange, but I just accepted it.

Just as I thought peace had returned to the infirmary.

“I hope I’m not disturbing your rest?”

“…Of course not. This place is always open to students, so please don’t worry about it.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course?”

I suppose that’s probably right.

An open space where people come to ejaculate white stuff and leave.

…Does that even make sense?

But what can I do if that’s really the case?

While I was grumbling internally, Princess Aileen, with a meaningful smile, naturally sat down across from me.

As I was glancing at her, still exuding elegance.

I blinked when I realized that Leona, who was always stuck to her like gum… no, like a shadow, was absent, and Aileen said with a somewhat excited expression.

“It’s almost lunchtime, isn’t it? Since I came at an awkward time, I wanted to treat you to a meal… so she stepped out for a moment.”

Having said that, Aileen brewed tea with seemingly skilled hand movements.

While I was blankly watching, wondering when I would ever get to drink tea brewed by someone who was a princess.

“Ah, there’s milk here. Actually, I prefer milk tea, but Leona rarely makes it for me, saying it’s not good for my health.”

Shouldn’t you eat it secretly when she’s not around?

Aileen, with playful eyes, poured my ‘milk’ into the brewed tea.

Only after sugar plunged into it did I come to my senses.

“Ah.”

Slurp…

“Hmm… maybe because it’s been a while since I’ve had it, but it tastes sweeter?”

“…Is that so.”

I chose to keep my mouth shut.

Feeling somehow restless, I clenched and unclenched my fingers, then sipped the tea brewed for me. Fortunately, since the milk ran out after filling Aileen’s cup, I could avoid drinking my own.

…But honestly, I am a bit curious.

Everyone who drinks it smiles contentedly, saying it’s savory and sweet—wouldn’t anyone be curious?

By the way, did she come here just to drink tea?

While watching Aileen sipping her milk tea and sipping my own tea.

She looked at me intently and asked in a solemn voice.

“Iris teacher.”

“Ah, yes. Student Aileen.”

“You said that ‘it’ growing is a natural thing.”

“What?”

Did I say that?

I think I might have. From what I vaguely heard from Michelle, didn’t I say something like that?

Others nodded too.

As I nodded reflexively and put down my teacup.

“It seems a bit different from what I know.”

What?

Aileen’s eyes began to cloud slightly.

Feeling confused by the sudden change, I blinked, and a faint light flickered from Aileen’s chest.

What is this?

Was there such an event in the game?

I remember the necklace Aileen wore. I’d heard a story about it being a treasure passed down in her country, but I’d never seen it glowing.

What on earth is happening right now?

I felt extremely confused.

Aileen, her eyes clear again, looked at me with eyes that were somewhat rigid but somehow excited, and opened her mouth.

“I’d like you to explain… what’s going on here.”

But I don’t know either!

However, Aileen didn’t seem to think so.

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Aileen, who had sent a letter to her home country, pounded the desk at the reply she received.

[—I’m sorry if you were surprised, but it’s a natural thing. I feel bad that this happened because I wanted you not to know about such things—]

Something was strange.

When Iris had explained it, Leona had agreed too, so she had just accepted it, but no matter how she thought about it, something was definitely off.

A time when female genitals grow male ones?

Strictly speaking, there had been such times.

But that was only in mythology.

It was then that she opened the loosely locked drawer in her memory and questioned it.

But almost immediately, some kind of force began to act.

As her mind started to cloud, it cleared again with a faint heat from her chest.

If she hadn’t been wearing the necklace around her neck, she would have been nodding like Leona, saying “I see.”

Then her thoughts became complicated.

Something bizarre is definitely happening, that’s for sure.

But if asked whether it’s a big deal, she was honestly uncertain.

What seemed more serious was that no one questioned why “it” hadn’t existed before, despite the student council taking it seriously and announcing countermeasures.

Something close to brainwashing was happening, and all it did was… make female students feel it’s natural for them to temporarily grow male genitals?

…What is this about?

This terrifying mental interference is trying to justify… making people believe it’s natural for male genitals to grow temporarily?

It didn’t make sense logically.

Unless someone was trying to exterminate males in this world… no, even then it’s ambiguous since it doesn’t grow permanently.

If I told someone this story, I’d be lucky if they didn’t treat me like a lunatic.

…Though I probably couldn’t do that anyway.

Aileen thought of Iris as she pondered.

Is she… affected by this interference too?

Had her eyes ever become hazy during conversations?

“—Common sense, you say?”

“Isn’t it? Ah, Your Highness may not have known. His Majesty—”

Unlike her childhood friend and loyal maid who had already accepted it as ‘common sense,’ nothing like that seemed to happen when talking with her.

Does she know something?

She might even be the culprit.

It was… undeniable that she was a somewhat strange person.

Her large and beautiful breasts that attract the eyes of even women.

A sweet body scent as if she had sprayed perfume.

…And the sensuous touch she demonstrated.

The ambiguous threat that’s hard to pinpoint as dangerous.

A seemingly harmless smile.

But it’s definitely something tremendous.

I don’t know what the purpose is, but.

Then it would be good to confirm.

Is she the culprit?

If so… why did she do this?

I will find out.

Aileen felt her heart racing. Having lived under overprotection, she had always dreamed of adventures like this, so it was natural in a way.

She wasn’t particularly worried because she had insurance.

Having made her decision, she looked at her loyal maid and said.

“Leona? I’m sorry, but could you go buy some lunch?”

“You’re not using the dining hall today?”

“Yes… I have some business to attend to.”

“Understood.”

It didn’t feel good to deceive Leona, but she thought it was unavoidable as she headed to the infirmary.

While drinking the unusually sweet milk tea, with a magical tool hidden in her bosom ready to use at any time.

She threw a question at Iris.

The necklace glowed, but.

Her eyes didn’t cloud.

“I’d like you to explain… what’s going on here.”

Bingo.

Inwardly smiling with satisfaction, Aileen took out the magical tool she had been holding and fiddled with it as she spoke.

Iris, whether she knew what it was, jumped in surprise and shuddered once.

‘….’

Seeing that, Aileen felt somewhat chilled and spoke again.

Thinking that she had made the right decision to come to the academy.

Editor’s Note

The plot thickens…hopefully towards a secret dark tag?