Ch.98Chapter 98

I was feeling a bit emotionally unstable.

What should I call this? Puberty?

It seemed too strange to be puberty. I wasn’t human but a Demon God, so I shouldn’t experience such things. So it definitely wasn’t puberty.

Then what was causing my emotions to fluctuate so much? It was such a mystery, and I kept thinking about it because I was so curious.

Like when I drank alcohol, and the tingling sensation I felt before, I was slightly curious to experience again what the Professor had done to me.

Sexual curiosity, I suppose.

Being in a young body, I hadn’t really understood, but after thinking about it with an adult mind, it seemed like the fragments of my remaining memories were influencing me. Like curiosity about the female body.

I felt slightly nervous.

Curiosity itself wasn’t bad. It was natural to have it, but I wondered if it was okay to touch myself like this while being fully conscious of what I was doing.

…This much should be fine, right? Though this body belonged to someone else, once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t focus on anything else. It probably didn’t help that I’d been talking with the kids about the ocean and then alcohol came up in conversation.

Mmm, I groaned as I quietly took out my phone. There was a photo of me that Sera had sent in a private chat. I was flushed from drinking, with my hand between my thighs, breathing heavily.

My face was red. My eyes were slightly unfocused.

Even though it was me, it was so provocative that I couldn’t look away. Standing in the closet, staring at it, I pushed the door slightly. I didn’t close it completely in case the Professor might ask what I was doing in there, so I just narrowed the gap and moved to the corner.

I moved to where the mirror was and stood still, looking at myself.

Navy blue hair with many flyaways from lack of maintenance. Between the long, uncut strands, golden eyes stared directly back at me. I couldn’t look away from this unusual yet familiar combination.

“……”

I glanced sideways at the phone screen pressed against my chest. A lewd expression. And a lewd pose. Strange. I slowly changed my expression while looking in the mirror. Trying to consciously change what I usually did unconsciously made me feel a slight tremor.

My expression seemed to change awkwardly. It was an expression I made easily normally, but when I tried to make it deliberately, it became too exaggerated or subtly strange.

Is it even possible to make your eyes unfocus through willpower?

I stuck out my tongue slightly. It didn’t feel particularly special, so I pulled it back in. Then I twisted my body slightly. I moved my hips gently from side to side, like bouncing them, and rubbed my thighs together slightly.

Since I was wearing a skirt rather than pants, I could really feel the bare skin. But it felt different from rubbing between my legs. It was just the feeling of skin rubbing together, so it didn’t satisfy anything at all.

“Mmm…”

If I asked the Professor, what would she do? Would she do the same thing as before?

I don’t know why I was acting like this. Maybe it was because my body had grown and shrunk, but my mind kept getting jumbled. While I couldn’t think more deeply, it was ironic that I kept recalling these curiosities and sensations.

No matter what I thought, nothing was improving the situation. Groaning, I bit my lip firmly and lifted my skirt.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror with my skirt lifted, the reflection showed the underwear I was wearing. It was blue striped panties. The Professor had bought them for me after mentioning that the pink striped ones were a bit much.

Guilt. More than that, I was just being cautious. Can I do this? Should I not? Pushing those thoughts aside, I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I slipped out of the closet and looked at the Professor.

“…Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I shook my head.

I had come out, but I had no reason to go to the bathroom.

I didn’t need to use it, I showered with the Professor, so I had no reason to go to the bathroom at all, making it difficult to come up with an excuse.

After standing blankly for a moment, I slipped back into the closet. I took off my jacket and shirt and hung them on the hanger. After removing my skirt, I glanced at my body in the mirror.

Being naked with just panties on gave me a strange feeling. Before, I’d changed into pajamas without thinking about it, but now it was slightly stimulating. There wasn’t any wind, but the feeling of air on bare skin with nothing covering it was peculiar.

The awareness of wearing nothing gave me a tingling sensation in my head.

Worried the Professor might see, I only looked briefly before getting dressed. I quickly put on a t-shirt and dolphin shorts, then left the closet with just my phone.

Living room bathroom? Master bathroom? Where should I go?

There was no part of me that thought this was wrong. After hesitating repeatedly, my curiosity and desire had grown to the point where I felt I needed to relieve this tingling sensation.

Fidgeting nervously, I ultimately didn’t have the courage to head to the living room bathroom in front of the Professor, so I went to the bedroom first.

I slipped into the small bathroom in the bedroom. I lowered the toilet lid and plopped down on it, then looked around cautiously before closing the door with a creak. My heart pounded, worried that the Professor might hear the sound.

After watching cautiously for a while, I realized the Professor wasn’t reacting, so I quietly moved my hand.

I stretched the waistband of my shorts. The elastic stretched easily, revealing the panties hidden inside.

Should I take them off? Or just…? After much deliberation, it seemed better not to remove them. If the Professor suddenly came in, I’d need to be wearing them to leave casually, so I nodded to myself.

I slipped my hand inside my shorts, and then inside my panties. My brows furrowed. It was just the lower part of my body, just between my legs, but touching it made my body twitch for some reason.

It was a strange feeling. Even before feeling good, the tingling sensation made my shoulders tremble as it ran up my spine. That sensation itself was what mattered. The fact that this tingling would make my vision sparkle remained unchanged, and knowingly or unknowingly, I moved my hand in pursuit of that moment.

The soft, squishy flesh pressed against my hand. Even though it was my own body, it seemed fascinating, so I focused my gaze downward. The flesh that swallowed the crevice between the gap pushed out slightly against my hand.

Curiosity knows no bounds. Always, the moment of curiosity, the moment of interest, was when one should begin. Knowing this, I worked my hand into the crevice.

My body jerked.

“Ugh.”

My expression contorted.

“Mmm…”

My body naturally curled up. Even as my upper body leaned forward, my hand didn’t stop. I tried to balance on my tiptoes to avoid falling forward.

I covered my mouth with one hand. With my eyes tightly shut, I concentrated on the sensation at my fingertips. As I focused and moved slowly, my hand became wet.

Ah.

I realized belatedly. That touching myself like this would make my crotch wet. It was so obvious, but I had forgotten.

I was so focused on chasing that tingling sensation and putting my fingers inside that I hadn’t thought about the aftermath. I had only thought about how to leave the bathroom calmly without the Professor finding out, so I had no plan for this.

Squelch.

Startled, I pulled out my hand and looked down.

When I stretched out my right hand, threads stretched heavily between my fingers before breaking. The translucent liquid, both thin and sticky, clung to my fingers and ran down my hand.

With trembling hands, I quickly washed them. Normally, I should stop here, but having stopped midway, my body was heated up.

There was no option to just leave myself aroused and then rest. If I started something, I needed to finish it; nothing was worse than forcibly cooling down like this.

But if I went all the way, my panties would get wet.

After contemplating for a while, I decided there was nothing more to think about and pulled off both my shorts and panties at once. Seeing that my panties were slightly wet, I couldn’t help but groan.

I furrowed my brow.

Telling myself it would dry quickly anyway, I pushed the thought aside and sat back down on the toilet. I focused on moving my hand.

Mmm, I moaned and furrowed my brow. My eyes gradually narrowed until they blocked my vision. It was to focus on other senses.

Touch and hearing stimulated me. Everything was stimulating. I wondered why the squelching sound was so lewd, why the sensation of probing inside made my body tingle, and I couldn’t stop out of curiosity.

“Ourr? Where did you go? Ourr!”

Just as I was muffling the moans coming from my mouth, I suddenly heard the bedroom door opening. Startled, I opened my eyes wide.

I stood at a crossroads.

Just a little more, just a little more and I could see the sparkle.

“Are you in the bathroom?”

“Ye-yes! Ah, d-don’t open it…!”

I regretted not locking the door, which I had deliberately left unlocked to avoid misunderstandings. I hurriedly got up from the toilet and moved to lock the door.

With bad timing, the door opened, and I fell forward, planting my upper body on the floor in front of the Professor.

“…Ah!”

Somehow my bottomless look had truly become bottomless. I was so embarrassed to show the Professor what I hadn’t wanted to show. I felt like my head would explode from the shame.

I’m going to die.

“Aah, aaahn…!”

Meanwhile, my body, which had been on the verge of climax, moved my hand on its own.

I trembled violently, and the Professor waited until I had fully enjoyed the afterglow of the sparkle I had barely achieved.