Volume 2 - CH 3

My senior must be in her mid-twenties now if I count backward. The evidence is that she has now become a truly mature woman, judging by her figure.

However, her eyes and overall atmosphere still hadn’t changed.

She still have that same dignified posture when we were still teens.

I really missed that part of her.

I was about to ring the doorbell to see her again as soon as possible, but then I found something odd.

Beyond my vision enchanted with Transparens, I could see her staring at something she was holding.

She did this for quite some time.

When I looked further, I found that it was an object.

It was something stick-shaped. But what I found odd was her expression as she stared at it.

She was blushing.

She was staring at something stick-shaped and blushing slightly.

“Isn’t that a magical mushroom?”

I muttered to myself as if to highlight my astonishment.

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Magical mushrooms are considered a type of mushroom, but the tip of the mushroom looks like a… turtle’s head, making it an extremely obscene-looking plant.

One could wonder how it has evolved into such an obscene shape, but what is really obscene is its environmental behavior.

Still, I couldn’t imagine my senior using such a nasty thing.

Oh, I see.

It must have been forgotten by a customer or something.

Yes, it must be so. It has to be so.

However, after staring at the magical mushroom as if she was lost, my senior suddenly put it on the floor.

Then, it started to produce tentacles as it assimilated with the floor.

In other words, the “head” of the turtle is now fixed in place, facing upward.

Then, senior, breathing hard, pulled up her tight navy blue skirt and slowly lowered her hips to the bottom of the magical mushroom.

My senior’s precious part then touched the “head”.

Of course, as she was still wearing her panties, it only touched the top of the fabric she was wearing.

However, that was enough to “activate” the mushroom.

As if awakening it, the mushroom’s tip twitched as if in response, and then it began to move on its own, stroking along the line of my senior’s underwear as if it was seeking something.

That neat and innocent senior who was everyone’s idol is now straddling a magical mushroom.

Even though it was a sight before my eyes, I still couldn’t believe it.

Because there is no way that my senior, whom I believed in my childhood to be a saintly existence that doesn’t poop, could think about sex! If yo u a re ab le to r ea d thi s me ss age, yo u are re a ding fr om an una ut horized a ggre gate si te. Re ad at my Wor dPre ss at sta bbi ng wi th a sy rin ge. ho me. blo g to su pp ort me and my tr ansl ations.

No, wait.

Maybe she did, and she was just doing this for the first time to sate her curiosity?

The Transparens spell can only allow the user to see through things. I can’t hear what they are talking about or read what is in their mind.

Perhaps she straddled the magical mushroom at someone’s suggestion but was still tilting her head and wondering, “What in the world is so fun about this?”

Yes, that’s right.

There’s no way that my senior would have a sexual organ.

But, just to be sure, I used the HiarinHearing Spell to check.

This is a magic spell to hear the sounds inside a certain building.

By the way, if you are seen using Hiarin and Transparen spells in this way, you will be arrested by the police no matter what excuse you have, so please take caution.

When the Hiarin spell took effect, what came to my ears was the quietness of a still kitchen comparable to a mountain, along with my senior’s curious――.

“Ahh, aahh, ahh ahhh aaahhhnn.”

――moans.

“No way.”

No. I knew it. I already did.

It’s just… the truth is hard to accept.

The magical mushroom, still pointing towards the ceiling, was nuzzling its ominous turtle head against the top of my senior’s underwear, right where the clitoris would be.

“Mmm, mgh…”

Yet my senior kept her hips in that position persistently, trying not to let her hips lift up reflexively.

That is because if she raised her hips any more than this, she would not be able to enjoy the caresses of the magical mushroom, so she could only endure this position with her ample buttocks jiggling.

Gradually, her underwear became damp.

Her underwear was pure white, so the dampness stood out.

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When my senior’s underwear became soaking wet, as if she had peed herself, the “turtle head” began to suck her love juice from the crack with its tip.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

This is the obscene behavior of the magical mushroom.

It feeds on the love juice of women, especially young and beautiful women.

Having obtained its favorite food, the magical mushroom increased its size and tried to stab itself into the vagina of my senior.

However, the underwear was still there, blocking the way.

My senior stared in a trance at it and, with a fluttering, graceful gesture, rolled up her underwear, exposing her precious parts.

“C-come….”

Of course, magical mushrooms are just mushrooms, so they don’t speak our language, moreover understand it.

But there is one thing this guy does.

The grotesque mushroom, having detected the obstacle is no more, quickly burrowed its “turtlehead” into this hole, and within a few moments, it thrust itself all the way to the base.

“Mmm, aahh… wow… it’s bouncing around all over the place….”

Once a magical mushroom gets buried inside a beautiful woman, it will move up and down, left and right, in all directions, as it will be searching for nectar. This chap ter tra nslat ion is mad e po ssi ble by st ab bing wi th a sy ringe tra nslatio ns. Che ck on ly up- to -dat e tran slat ions on my Wor dpr ess sit e.

At the same time, even though they are supposed to be sucking their host’s love juices, they will also excrete similar things, causing a large puddle to form once it penetrates something.

My senior, who had been keeping her hips still by letting the magical mushroom do the work, gradually began to move as well.

It was a vigorous up-and-down rhythmic movement. And soon, she was raising her voice to the extent that it could reach where I stood even without me having to use my Hiarin Spell.

“Ahhn… kyaaaaaah… ahhhh……………ah….”

And it’s… long. Senior seems to be the type to last long.

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I was standing there, not knowing how to sort out my feelings.

Of course, she would masturbate on her own.

I’m not a child anymore, so should I accept that much?

No, I can’t.

It’s not that easy.

When I was a kid, I really thought that my senior didn’t poop.

As I was thinking that, the door behind the closed sign suddenly opened.

“Oh, I’m sorry. We’re closed for the day.”

It was really my senior.

“Y-yo, senior. It’s been a while.”

Thus, my senior and I were reunited in this way.

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“I-I was so surprised. It’s been a long time.”

My senior spoke in a broken tone while making tea in the kitchen, where she had been playing with the magical mushroom just a few minutes before.

“Eh, ah… yes….”

I felt kind of awkward on my own, but I know I have to get myself together somehow.

My senior had no idea that I had already witnessed the entire scene of the crime.

“Still, I didn’t know that senior had moved to Andersen. Is the store thriving?”

“Well, I guess it’s okay? People in this country are very fond of tea. They value afternoon tea more than three meals. Thanks to that, we get a lot of customers.”

“That’s good to hear.”

I squeeze a lemon into the tea offered to me.

“Putting my store aside, you’ve been a traveling merchant since you left your uncle’s place, haven’t you?”

“Yes, though it’s a shame that I only came to Andersen just recently. But since I was late and all in the rush, I thought I might as well share with you the latest news in our country while at it.”
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