Ch.59Chapter 59

It was at that moment.

That moment when I was squirming because my groin was so itchy. That moment when I felt a sensation that seemed to be relieved whenever I rubbed against something, yet created a new thirst afterward.

The Professor, who had been scratching my back, heard what I said and took my hand, leading me to the bathroom.

I was afraid. Whether I should know this sensation. Whether I was allowed to feel this way on my own.

Though hesitant, wanting to relieve this itchiness first, I squeezed my eyes shut and followed the Professor. Before entering the bathroom, the Professor stood behind me and unzipped my cat pajamas.

“Let’s take this off first. We can’t do this while you’re wearing it.”

Under the Professor’s touch, my pajamas slipped right off. Whether it was because of the material, or because I didn’t need to exert any effort with the Professor’s help, I was half-naked in an instant.

I felt an inexplicable resistance to being naked when I wasn’t even going to bathe. I had no way of knowing why I felt so embarrassed when I was going into the bathroom anyway. I just instinctively felt shy.

I physically experienced the vast difference between undressing to bathe and undressing when not intending to bathe.

“Ugh…”

What was she planning to do next?

How was she going to relieve the itchiness? Was there something only women knew? Was there something I still didn’t understand?

Although I currently had a woman’s body, there were too many differences between me and other human women.

I didn’t use the bathroom, didn’t have those magical days that came periodically, and as a result, things that other women naturally learned over time weren’t obvious to me.

Still, since the Professor knew better, I wanted to trust her, but being half-naked made my body instinctively curl up and difficult to move.

The Professor’s hand pushed against my back. I took hesitant steps into the bathroom. She placed her hand on my shoulder and led me in front of the toilet.

After closing the cover to make it like a chair, she sat me down. With my arms crossed to cover my chest, I stared blankly at the Professor standing in front of me.

“When it starts itching here, you need to properly take care of it. If you leave it alone, you won’t be able to stand the itchiness, you know?”

“…I-is that so.”

The Professor explained it to me.

Since I knew nothing, all I could do was nod along, thinking that if the Professor said so, it must be true. I sat awkwardly with my legs closed, but the Professor took hold of my knees and slowly spread my legs.

It felt strange to have my legs spread by the Professor’s strong hands.

“This is where it itches, right?”

The Professor’s hand pointed to my groin.

It wasn’t the fine fur on my pajamas causing the itch. It wasn’t my thighs or calves—this area was extremely itchy.

I didn’t know what to call it. Just feeling embarrassed, I kept nodding my head.

Suppressing the feeling that my face might explode, I bit my lower lip hard. When the Professor’s finger touched me, I felt even itchier.

I narrowed my brows and twisted my body. I tried to close my legs, but the Professor was already positioned between them, preventing my thighs from meeting.

“How does it feel?”

“Ugh, ah…”

Letting out a small moan, I lowered my eyes. With trembling vision, I looked between my legs. The Professor’s fingers poked through my underwear.

Each poke sent a tingling sensation through me, making me feel strange.

It wasn’t just pressing against skin but felt like something digging in, making me instinctively furrow my brow. My body reflexively pulled back, trying to avoid the sensation.

I couldn’t tell if it was itchy or numb, which made it strange. It felt like my head was tingling too. Trying to calm my trembling body, I stopped the Professor.

“C-can’t I scratch it myself…?”

“Would Ourr like to try?”

The Professor nodded readily at my words.

I moved my hesitant hand. My hand that had been hovering in the air. I squeezed my eyes shut and placed it between my thighs. I curled my fingers like hooks and scratched vigorously, just as the Professor had scratched my back.

But scratching through the fabric seemed to have a negative effect, creating only a teasing itch.

Instinctively feeling this was serious, I put my hand inside my underwear to extinguish the urgent fire. I scratched with my eyes tightly closed, but something felt strange.

The more I dug into the itchy part, the stranger I felt, with no sense of relief.

“Ugh, ungh…!”

The frustration made me frown involuntarily. The Professor watched helplessly before carefully grabbing my wrist.

“If you scratch recklessly like that, you’ll damage your skin.”

“…B-but…”

As I narrowed my brows and moaned, the Professor carefully removed my hand. Then she gently removed my underwear and looked at the exposed flesh from a low position.

“See here? This is where babies are born.”

“I-is that so…”

Though I already knew this, I nodded at the Professor’s kind explanation.

“There’s a hole here. This is the urethra, and this is probably where you’re feeling itchy, Ourr?”

“Eek?!”

The Professor’s finger poked between the folds of flesh. The tingling sensation made my body shudder. My waist and legs stiffened.

I moaned with wide eyes. Forcing my gaze downward, I could only face the fact that the finger had entered inside.

Can I feel such a sensation from just one finger? Wait. My body is too weak. No matter what, feeling like this from something like this is strange, isn’t it?

Confusion swirled inside me. Mentally crying “wait,” I reached out to the Professor, but she continued probing inside with her finger. The delicate flesh screamed at the new stimulation.

My body twisted. It felt like my waist was contorting. Moaning “ungh,” I fell backward. Leaning my shoulders against the wall behind the toilet, I looked at my body from below.

At the end, I met the Professor’s gaze. My blurred vision tried to focus, but each time, it felt like a strange current was flowing, making it difficult to regain my senses.

“Ungh, unnngh.”

With my eyes tightly shut, I flailed my arms. Feeling unstable, I waved my arms trying to grab onto something, but all I could grasp was the wall beside me.

Barely holding on, the Professor stopped and embraced me.

“Oh my, Ourr, you might crack your head at this rate.”

Realizing my unstable position, the Professor carefully embraced me and placed me on the floor.

“…P-Professor.”

I called out to the Professor in a half-sobbing voice. The itchiness in my groin wasn’t resolved, and lying on the floor felt strange.

While seriously contemplating how often one would lie exposed on a bathroom floor rather than a living room floor, the Professor tidied my hair and positioned herself again near my legs.

“It’s okay, Ourr. We can wash up again afterward.”

That didn’t seem to be the issue.

I just felt resistance to spreading my legs in this position. But that resistance was short-lived. Every time the Professor stroked the outside with her fingers and tried to push inside, my body rolled on the floor.

“Ahng, Pro-fessor.”

I pressed my eyelids with my hands. The strange feeling made my face hot too. I pressed my eyes shut, feeling like my head would explode if I made eye contact with the Professor here.

My waist seemed to bounce up on its own.

My body heaving. My legs stretching out involuntarily. With my body constantly rising, I heard the Professor’s voice filled with admiration.

“Ourr, your body is sensitive…?”

“Ahng, ungh…!”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I let out moan-like sobs.

“Let’s finish quickly and go to sleep.”

“Y-yes… hyang.”

The Professor increased her pace, perhaps feeling sorry for my writhing. I bit down hard, trying to swallow the strange moans as I felt something probing inside.

But the voice escaping through my lips was unbearable, and I let out a cry.

“Aaahng!”

With a squelching sound, my body trembled.

A tingling sensation that rushed all the way to my brain. When I removed my hands and opened my eyes, the air seemed to sparkle. It was like facing a world where stars lived.

I realized for the first time that I could feel such sensations.

I had only wanted to relieve the itchiness rather than curiosity, but somehow learning about it made me feel troubled.

I returned to the room in the Professor’s arms. After showering twice, I was exhausted. I wasn’t sleepy from fatigue, but the mental exhaustion was unavoidable.

My legs felt wobbly. Half-hanging onto the Professor like a cane, I could finally take a comfortable position once I reached the bed.

“Ugh… this is strange.”

“Is it? This is how you normally relieve itchiness.”

“Can it be done on the floor too?”

Recalling what the Professor had said earlier, I asked cautiously. The Professor tilted her head and then smiled wryly.

“I don’t think it’s that great, but if Ourr wants to do it alone later, you can use your hand like this time, or if you’re scared to do it directly, this method should work fine too.”

I gently closed my eyes at the Professor’s words, suggesting that while it might not be entirely pleasant, it could be considered as an alternative.

I couldn’t say I liked this, but I decided to remember it since it was something human that I didn’t know about.

“It’s strange…”

And I voiced my impression, recalling the sensation I had just experienced.