That Time I Died and Ended Up in an Afterlife Full of Horny Fantasy Women: Chapter 3

“I… I want to feel your boobs,” I said.

“Silly, you’re feeling them right now, and even groped them,” Naomi giggled.

“I didn’t say I wanted to feel them with my hands,” I replied sharply.

“Oh my,” suddenly I felt a fantastically smooth sensation on my penis. Was that her hand? Wait, was I naked? Had I been naked this whole time!? “Could it be? One of the students I’m charged to take care of wants to use my breasts as his personal toys? How scandalous…” she giggled.

“Please Nurse Naomi, it is for my own mental well-being!” I boldly declared.

She gave my member a few gentle strokes, teasing it with her dainty hand, “I suppose it can’t be helped, it’s my duty as the nurse to ensure the health of the students in my care. I’ll need to spoil you rotten.”

She gently eased herself out from under me and I sat up in the medical ward’s bed. I was immediately struck by my surroundings; it wasn’t at all like any doctor’s office I’d ever seen before. Not only did it share the same ornate floral and sweeping patterns as the rest of the walls of the academy, but the beds were also spacious twin-size canopy beds with privacy curtains around the frames.

Naomi pulled one of these closed around us and the stage was set. All I could see were the soft pink curtains and Naomi herself, in all of her gorgeous glory. I realized I had definitely seen her before in the halls but had never known what her occupation at the school was. She wasn’t in the school’s uniform, so I knew she wasn’t a student, I just assumed she was one of the teachers.

She was a tall and rather gorgeous woman with extremely long milky pink hair and magenta eyes. Her long nails, both on her fingers and toes, were typically polished magenta to match her eyes. This detail mixed itself well with the revealing dress, currently wrapped in a white lab coat, to make one sexy cocktail that managed to push all of the right buttons for me. At the moment she wore a tight strapless dress that would have gotten her fired back in my world, especially since she had extremely large teardrop breasts and no bra to speak of.

Her current position was also extremely erotic, she was kneeling down in front of me with her legs at her sides and leaning forward on her slender arms, pushing together her breasts and improving her already vast line of cleavage. It was incredibly enticing.

But she was the one who dealt the final blow to my composure as she lifted her hand and crooked her finger toward her, beckoning me to her, “Come now, you’ve been a really good boy. Come and use your devoted servant’s breasts however you like.” Then she wrapped her arms under her bust to hold them in place.

Don’t have to ask me twice! I practically leapt forward and pierced my stiffened length into the valley of cleavage. Immediately, I was assaulted with relentless softness. Her tits were so huge that I could sheath my entire length in them down to my hips. This was in spite of the fact that my looks hadn’t been the only thing that got an upgrade when I came here, the length of my buddy got a pretty nice boost too.

This sensation was godly—no, beyond godly! It was a sensation that even gods would be jealous of! I couldn’t help the rocking of my hips as I almost desperately and feverishly started humping her chest in a frenzy to maximize this already intense pleasure.

“Oh my, so eager! My poor little champion, going this whole week being relentlessly teased by all these girls in their skimpy uniforms. If you had just come to my office, I would have been happy to help relieve you.”

Naomi’s words weren’t helping. Actually no, they were helping a lot. I never knew how much I needed such a gentle nurturing woman in my life until now.

“But you don’t need to worry, my sweet little Murasaki. You can just come and get me anytime you get stressed from all of the other girls around here.” She giggled and lifted a hand to stroke my cheek.

Oh my god, the thought of having this gorgeous woman at my beck and call was driving me nuts. I was such a fucking loser when I was alive, and now this 10/10 pink-haired bombshell straight out of a nukige addict’s wet dreams was mine. The kind of woman that would have driven my friends in high school to murder in order to get even the meagerest whiff of her natural scent. A scent that was currently filling my nose. God, she smelled so good!

I began thrusting my hips even more enthusiastically, but it was a double-edged sword. I felt something rise up within me, an all-too-familiar feeling. No! Was that it? I was finally with a woman of my dreams, and I was about to blow my load like a total chump this soon!? Not even a minute had gone by. But in spite of needing to slow my pace in order to control my impending orgasm, my hips just wouldn’t stop. The softness was intoxicating.

“Miss Naomi, I’m sorry, I’m—” I grunted and gritted my teeth. I was about to disappoint the first woman I’d ever gone this far with. Not, fucking, cool.

“There, there, let it all out, Murasaki.” In stark contrast to my expectations, Naomi’s tone was gentle and comforting, but also encouraging. That was all it took to send me hurtling over the edge.

“Miss Naomi!” I cried out as I felt myself begin to ejaculate. A feverish feeling clouded my brain as I felt the confines of the Nurse’s breasts become wet and sticky.

“Ah! So much!” Naomi said, a bit heatedly, “Such a good boy, let it all out for Miss Naomi. It’s important for boys your age to let it all out, you know.”

My climax certainly showed no signs of stopping before, but when she called me a “good boy” a fresh wave of pleasure shot through my body, a euphoria I’d never known before. I was pumping Naomi’s cleavage with so much cum that I may as well have been a pastry chef filling a jelly donut.

What the fuck, brain? Why was that your first analogy?

“Oh my, it’s still going,” Naomi said, not disappointed but actually a little excited it seemed.

“I don’t… hah… understand! It’s not usually like this! Is it the power of Miss Noami’s boobs?”

Naomi giggled, “More likely a passive power of your job, but if it keeps you going then feel free to believe that. I just love this feeling.”

I felt my expression turn determined. She can’t just tell me that she enjoys the feeling of getting her boobs creampied and not expect me to be driven absolutely mad with lust! I began pumping my hips again. Fine! If I’m a quick shot, the least I can do is give her two!

This time, the pleasure of my movements was amplified by the natural lubrication of my previous orgasm. Her cleavage was sticky but oddly also very slick, making the journey of my cock into the depths of their soft hell even more pleasurable.

“Oh, not done yet? That’s okay, Murasaki, use me as much as you need to.” She smiled warmly up at me with her pretty and comforting face. Then she blinked and looked off to the side with a slightly concerned expression, “Actually, it may be wise to hurry, I believe one of your classmates has come to check up on you. She’ll be here shortly.”

I was sunk into the depths of despair at this sudden knowledge. After just barely telling me I could go as long as I wanted, too. Well, never mind that. Not only has she told me I can do this whenever I wanted with her, I also just remembered that she was one of the faculty supervisors of my dorm hall. I wondered if she would let me sneak into her room and do scandalous things in the dead of night.

One might expect that many images of lewd and outrageous things would cross into my mind in this moment, and that they would drive me to my second orgasm. And while the images did do exactly that, they were actually surprisingly wholesome in their content. Naomi cooking me a delicious meal in nothing but an apron, washing my back in the bath, giving me some more lap-pillow action, and stroking my hair to encourage me to sleep. God, she just nailed that motherly vibe so well that it had infected my brain like a virus.

I shot another helping of cum between her breasts, this time the ejaculation was no less lengthy but even more intense. So much so that it actually exploded out from her cleavage and splattered across the top of her perfectly round melons. Some of it even shot up to her face and streaked her beautiful skin in white lines. Now I was at my limit, I pulled myself out and collapsed backward, panting.

Suddenly the door opened, “Miss Naomi,” a familiar voice inquired, belonging to my desk partner and class representative Tsuki Hinomoto.

“Ah, yes?” Naomi called back. She had scooped up a handful of my spunk from the depths of her cleavage and was examining it closely.

“I came to check up on Murasaki, is he okay?” The genuine concern in Tsuki’s voice made my heart melt instantly.

“He’s here,” she shot me a brief look before going back to examining my spunk with some degree of scientific interest. I wonder what was so fascinating about it. I gathered by the look she gave me that I should respond.

“Uh, hi!” I said, “I’m fine now just uh, in a bit of an embarrassing position.”

“Thank goodness!” Tsuki said, genuinely relieved.

“I’m doing a checkup on him, just wait outside and I’ll send him out once I’m done.” Naomi said.

“O-okay!” Then I heard the sound of the door closing.

Once it was obvious that there would be no further interruption, Naomi turned to me, “This is very interesting. The consistency isn’t what I expected at all. It’s sticky but strangely…” she trailed off. “I’m going to keep some of this, if you don’t mind.”

I shrugged, “I mean, I wasn’t planning on doing anything with it.”

Naomi giggled and then experimentally slipped some into her lips. I watched as she savored it and then gulped it down, “O-oh my, this is delicious. Murasaki, your sperm is quite tasty, I’m definitely keeping it now.” She smiled warmly. “You shouldn’t keep your classmate waiting. Your clothes are on the chair by the door. Good luck, we can talk more later.” She winked and sent me on my way.

When I put my clothes on and left the nurse’s office I once again came face-to-face with immeasurable cuteness. That long black hime-cut hair in a ponytail, that sweet and innocent smile, that soft-looking milky-white skin, those huge boobs! She was a waifu in every sense of the word.

“Murasaki!” she exclaimed happily when she saw me, “I was so worried when Professor used that spell on you! I rushed you here as quickly as I could.”

This adorable little goddess was worried about me? I felt flattered, “Thank you Tsuki, I really appreciate it,” and not just because she saved my life. She also gave me a whole new lease on the afterlife. Speaking of which…

“Eep!” she squeaked as I suddenly lunged forward with lewd intent, sinking my hands into her two amazingly soft melons.

“If you hadn’t rescued me, I might never have been able to feel your glorious softness again!” I said, shamelessly squeezing her large perky breasts. Thanks to the encounter I just had with the nurse, I couldn’t help but wonder if my full length would disappear into her soft boobs just like with Naomi.

Remember when I said that there were some girls around here who would let me feel them up without quarrel? Well lucky for me, Tsuki Hinomoto was one of them. I had been so immediately enamored with her impressive bustline that I had greeted her by squeezing them, and she let me. She was actually the very person that made me realize I might have been able to get away with it in general.

“Murasaki…” she chided softly, “it’s too embarrassing doing this in the middle of the hall.”

“So, it would be okay if we were in private?” I asked, in what I hoped was a suave manner. I couldn’t help but tease this cutie a little.

“W-well, that’s… um…” she was blushing as red as a tomato now. “We really should get back now; Professor Belrose will be really upset if we’re gone for too long.”

I sighed, slumping my shoulders in defeat and remorsefully parting my hands with her incredible boobs. She was right, ultimately, I definitely shouldn’t let myself be struck with another death curse right after getting the last one cured… then again, that might bring me right back to the medical wing with Naomi. That was a tempting idea… but Tsuki might get really sad.

So, I decided to just go back with her, and while we walked through the grand halls of the Faerie Arts Academy, I passed the time by examining Tsuki the same way I had examined Naomi. Knowledge was power, after all!

Tsuki Hinomoto, Human Shinobi Lv. 3

Prime Weapon: Wakizashi; Secondary Weapon: Shuriken

Magic Schools: Illusion

Whoa, Tsuki was a shinobi? Like a ninja? That was dope, but a little surprising. It would be an understatement to say that the adorable ponytailed girl was clumsy.

“Kyaa!” speaking of which, she just tripped over absolutely nothing. I quickly reached over to steady her, but also lost my own balance a bit. The result was that my arm was a little lower than I intended it to me. I had meant to grab her shoulder, instead my hand was on something much softer. And this time, the hand even slipped inside her uniform and was touching her breast directly. Fuck yeah, I got one more grope in!

“Ah! Thank you Murasaki,” she muttered embarrassed before moving on. I slipped my hand out of her blouse but not before giving it a playful departing squeeze.

Instinctively, I seemed to understand that situation had been the result of my Ero-luck aura. Those sorts of happenings would apparently become pretty commonplace for me, and boy was I happy about that.

When we finally returned to class, I spent the remainder of the period ignoring the lecture and instead just examining the jobs of everyone around me. Professor Belrose was unsurprisingly a “Witch”, and her level was 74, just below Naomi. All the other students had levels in the 1-10 range, but the vast majority were under 5, which I supposed made sense. We were all students after all.

This also made me more curious about my own job, and so I idly looked at all of its stuff, familiarizing myself with every nook and cranny. Apparently, the reason I had ejaculated such a large amount earlier was due to a passive power called “Erolixir” which effectively made my bodily fluids into MP potions. Since my spunk could effectively be a resource, the quantity I ejaculated had increased significantly.

Apparently, MP restoring stuff was hard to come by in this universe, which meant my sperm would be pretty vital to an adventuring party. The best part was, if I didn’t tell them what it was, they wouldn’t question it as long as it was presented or labeled as a potion. Additionally, my sperm could be used as a beauty cream, so that was pretty neat. Being a one-man bukkake video that actually contributed to softness and smoothness of the skin? Sign me the fuck up.

I also examined my Paradise Shift spell more closely, getting myself as familiar as I could. I was happy to find that when the spell shifted reality it didn’t just base the new erotic situation on my desires, it also based it on the desires of all others present, and wouldn’t shift to a situation that they wouldn’t be interested in. The only two things it seemed to blatantly ignore were any hang-ups that weren’t specifically sexuality-based or kink-based, and anything that wouldn’t be directly damaging psychologically.

This was a long-winded way of saying that I really didn’t need to worry about the considerations of those around me when I used it, the spell did that for me. Which was great because I was an idiot. The less I had to think about things, the better off everybody was.

I remembered Anterose saying that I could earn experience by doing sexy stuff, and since I creampied my school nurse’s tits twice, I wondered how much experience that landed me. I mentally glanced at my XP progress and saw that I was already a little more than halfway to level 2. That was great news! I was eager to get more naughty skills and powers at my disposal, so I brainstormed ways to get even more of that sweet, sweet experience.

Then it hit me, I had the perfect idea!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11jq23h/that_time_i_died_and_ended_up_in_an_afterlife