Ch.70Chapter 70

Ourr suddenly put her hand between her legs and started fidgeting while drunk. Though intoxicated, her flushed face made her look like she was in heat.

As Ourr moaned softly, not knowing what to do with her hands, wiggling her hips and making whimpering sounds, the three others watched the scene awkwardly before approaching to check on her condition.

They tilted their heads, wondering if Ourr’s drunk behavior was actually masturbation.

It was surprising that despite showing no interest when asked about sexual curiosity before, she became aroused after drinking. They couldn’t tell if this was a hidden habit she’d been concealing, or if alcohol simply made her body heat up. One thing was certain though—Ourr was making incredibly lewd sounds right now.

Since they were all gathered together, there wasn’t much they could immediately do. They just needed to wake her up later without making her feel too ashamed.

Of course, they would still take pictures.

Click—the sound of Sera’s camera shutter rang out, followed by Aria and Karen also starting to capture Ourr. Despite being surrounded by clicking sounds, Ourr continued whimpering and rubbing her body.

When they grabbed Ourr’s shoulders to wake her, she finally stopped masturbating and opened her drowsy eyes. After that, she just did whatever the girls told her to.

All of it was saved on Sera’s phone.

Wearing mouse pajamas, Sera giggled in front of her vanity before throwing herself onto the bed. Lying on her stomach, she tapped on her screen, grinning and shrugging her shoulders.

She nodded her head side to side and alternated between folding and stretching her legs.

She thought it was fun, and her lips curled into a smile.

Though Ourr had twisted her body as if in heat, thankfully they had stopped her before any disasters like putting her hand inside or going all the way.

Still, Sera thought she’d learned some good information to bring up next time she talked with Ourr.

She was looking forward to seeing what adorable expression Ourr would make.

Sera’s lips curled upward, and among the photos she was sending, Ourr’s reply came back.

[Ourr: I hate you, Sera.]

Whether because she was a slow typer or not, Ourr simply expressing her feelings rather than saying various things was just cute. Sera could imagine Ourr’s frustrated expression, having much to say but only able to express that she was upset.

She pictured Ourr with puffed cheeks, huffing angrily, and her eyes crinkled with amusement.

“Ah, so cute…”

Sera writhed around before rolling halfway over. She stretched her arms toward the ceiling and quickly tapped on her screen. The plain default background had changed to a cute photo of Ourr.

A selfie of Sera hugging Ourr, who was struggling between drunkenness and sleepiness.

Sera looked at it with a mischievous smile, then hugged her phone and writhed around again.

“…!!”

After receiving the photos from the girls, I couldn’t help but be shocked.

Getting blackout drunk after opening just one can of beer was one thing, but the real problem was that I’d apparently displayed some crazy drunken behavior because of it.

I looked at the photos sent by Sera, Aria, and Karen one by one, but couldn’t bear to see more, so I read them and then ignored them. I sent messages to all the girls who had sent photos telling them I was upset.

I had a lot to say, but if I sent voice messages, the Professor might look at me strangely, so I only sent text messages.

I was frustrated but couldn’t do anything about it. Huffing and trembling was all I could do.

Putting my hand between my legs like I was in heat was bad enough, but all the photos of me clinging to the girls while drunk filled me with self-loathing.

I kissed Aria’s cheek? I hugged Sera tightly and wouldn’t let go…? I even embraced Karen tightly. Seriously, how much did I…

Considering the room was booked for four hours, and I got drunk right after arriving, that meant there was evidence of this behavior for four hours.

It was shocking. I pulled at my hair, wanting to deny the scenes I was seeing. I tried to maintain a calm expression so the Professor wouldn’t look at me strangely, but it must have been too obvious because the Professor’s gaze fixed on me.

I briefly met the Professor’s eyes before finally sighing, unable to bear it.

“Ourr, you’ve looked unwell for a while now. Is something wrong?”

“…It’s, it’s nothing.”

Why am I so bad at hiding my emotions?

It was a moment of self-reproach.

Though concerned, the Professor hadn’t demanded to see what was bothering me, but now asked directly.

“Come on, I won’t get angry, so tell me whatever it is. The Professor is on your side.”

“…Hmm.”

Would she really not get angry?

Could I calmly tell the Professor that after begging to go play with my friends, I passed out after one beer and created a black history for myself?

Would she say I couldn’t drink alcohol anymore since this happened?

Of course, of course I wouldn’t drink again anyway. But thinking the Professor might not believe that, I kept my mouth shut.

And that series of facial expressions prompted the Professor to press further.

“Come on, tell me.”

Her voice, which had been gentle, changed slightly to a commanding tone.

Hesitating, I sat down on the bed and looked at the Professor. The Professor also sat across from me, waiting for my answer.

In the ensuing silence, I felt a stabbing sensation in my chest.

“Well, when I went out with the girls, actually…”

“Yes?”

“I drank alcohol.”

“Huh…? Why? No, well, I suppose you could have had some. That’s okay.”

The Professor nodded, seeming to think that was within acceptable limits.

Drinking some alcohol was fine. But that wasn’t the problem. The Professor also knew I wasn’t agonizing over just that, and waited for me to continue.

Thinking I couldn’t just let it go quietly, I squeezed my eyes shut and held out my phone.

“I, I don’t remember anything after drinking… The girls sent me photos of me drunk, and I’m so embarrassed…”

If nothing else, I didn’t want to hide things from the Professor and cause bigger problems.

I might not be allowed to play with the girls anymore, or might only be allowed to play under the Professor’s supervision, but I couldn’t deceive the Professor who clearly wanted to address this incident.

The Professor glanced at the phone and furrowed her brow.

“…So that’s why you couldn’t answer properly when I asked if you had fun earlier?”

My shoulders flinched.

The Professor seemed to understand and handed the phone back to me.

“Did the girls do anything strange?”

“…N-no. I think it was just me.”

“That’s good then. It seems your friends didn’t do anything bad since they’re close to you.”

After I nodded once, the Professor smiled bitterly and opened her arms.

I glanced at her uncertainly. Her posture and expression suggested she wanted me to hug her. Unable to escape the atmosphere, I went with the flow and squeezed my eyes shut.

As I leaned into the Professor’s embrace, she stroked my back.

“It seems Ourr can’t handle alcohol well. You won’t drink next time, right?”

“…Yes, I really won’t drink anymore.”

“Then it’s fine.”

The Professor continued, as if comforting me.

“Well, embarrassing things happen when you’re with friends. I just hope Ourr learns what to be careful about from this experience.”

“Yes. I will.”

I buried my face in the Professor’s embrace. Hugging the Professor tightly, I felt a warm comfort that made me not want to let go.

At first I was reluctant, but once I was in her arms, I didn’t want to leave. I wondered if I was the only one feeling this way, and it felt strange.

“By the way, Ourr must have been disappointed.”

“……”

“You wanted to hang out with your friends and even snuck out of the Academy, but you spent four hours drunk and then came back?”

My lips turned downward. My expression seemed to contort, but since my face was buried in the Professor’s embrace, she couldn’t see it.

I nodded in that position, and the Professor smiled bitterly while patting my back.

“Then shall we have a party with the Professor?”

“…Pardon?”

I pulled my head slightly out of her embrace and looked up at the Professor.

Seeing the Professor’s gentle smile made my mind go blank. I tilted my head, wondering what she meant by having a party with her.

“Would you like to eat pizza?”

“Aren’t you full, Professor?”

“I can just eat one slice.”

“…Then I’d like that.”

After I nodded slightly, the Professor chuckled and took out her phone. After placing the order, she hugged me again.

I closed my eyes and remained still, intoxicated by her warmth.

It felt like I could fall asleep like this. But I found myself looking forward to having a pizza party with the Professor.

Yes, I was so disappointed. It was my first time hanging out with friends, but I wasted four hours being drunk, and I felt such regret that I wanted to make up for it somehow.

That’s what the pizza party with the Professor was for.

“Ah, it’s here already.”

The doorbell rang after some time had passed.

The Professor got up. I rose with her and followed her to the living room.

I put pizza in my mouth while chatting with the Professor in the living room with the delivered pizza.

The Professor told interesting stories, and it was fun because it felt like I was enjoying the atmosphere I’d missed earlier. It wasn’t as fun as that would have been, or even comparable, but it somewhat made up for it.

“Hee.”

I grinned as I stuffed pizza into my mouth.