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Leo politely knocked on the doorframe and waited at the infirmary door for permission to enter. “Miss Hastings?” 

He paused. “I came for a checkup… like you asked me to.”

Technically, he knew he could go ahead and enter, since the infirmary was accessible to all students. However, he still decided to wait. After all, there might be another student receiving treatment from the beautiful nurse.

“Enter,” the nurse called out.

After a voice gave him the requisite permission to enter, he came in through the door. What greeted him was a refreshing burst of fragrance that tickled his nostrils. Even though it was only the second time Leo had been here, he felt the school infirmary was a place where he could truly relax. 

He couldn’t explain why, but he felt at ease while in this room.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he began. “I…”

Looking around, he saw that the person in charge of the room wasn’t sitting at the desk at the rear of the room. She was sitting on a sickbed by the door. The privacy curtain was drawn.

“Welcome, Mister Karteros,” the musical voice said from the other side of the privacy curtain.

“Yes, it’s me…” He blinked. 

‘That’s strange…’ he thought. “I’m surprised you can tell who it is just from my voice,” he said out loud.

“Is it that strange? I talked with you just yesterday. And there aren’t all that many male students in this school. I should be able to recognize your voice. I think it would be more strange if I didn’t recognize your voice.”

“If you say so…”

Miss Hasting’s explanation was logical, but Leo still felt weird. It wasn’t like she was one of the teachers that he saw several times a week. He’d expect them to remember the sound of his voice. But Miss Hastings took care of all the students in the school… and he’d only spoken to her twice.

It was scary how good her auditory recall was. If she could recognize a person just by hearing their voice once or twice. As Leo contemplated this ability, the beautiful nurse’s musical voice bade him focus on her. 

“You came at a good time.” He heard her grunt, curse, then sigh in exasperation. “I need your help with something.” A section of the privacy curtain pulled back, and the nurse’s pretty face looked around the edge. “Could you please come over here for a moment?”

“Okay….” He wondered if his help had been requested to assist with caring for an injured student, but that didn’t seem to be the case. As near as he could tell, Miss Hastings was alone on the other side of the curtain. 

‘If that’s the case,’ he thought, ‘does she need my help in changing the sheets?’

 Once he walked around the edge of the privacy curtain…

“Ah…?!” He froze just inside the curtain with a look of shock on his face.

“What’s wrong, Leo?” the nurse asked.

Miss Hastings had a puzzled expression on her face after seeing Leo’s reaction.

She wore a glossy, one-piece, blue swimsuit that might as well have been painted on her inviting figure. Though the swimsuit covered most of her skin, it did not give off the modest and proper aura one would expect—not when worn by someone as beautiful as Miss Hastings. Her voluptuous curves and hourglass figure filled the suit splendidly. If anything, the way the tight, glossy material accentuated every one of her assets was practically indecent.

“Miss Hastings? What are you doing?!”

Little Leo perked up. Confusion and a spike of desire caused Leo’s voice to jump an octave or two. Seeing her like that was quite the shock. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She grunted as she tugged at the zipper that seemed to be stuck midway between her belly button and the bottom of her large breasts. “I can’t get this damn suit on.”

The tight fabric barely covered her more than half of her chest. Said pillowy mountains were pushed up and together by the tight suit. Every time she tugged on the zipper, her large breasts threatened to escape the confines of their prison.

Little Leo was definitely paying attention, and Leo casually draped a hand in front of him to hide the bulge in his slacks. Miss Hastings seemed to be unaware of the turmoil she was causing Leo.

“I’m the diving coach,” she explained. “And if I can’t get this suit on, I’ll be late for practice.”

“It… ah…” A bead of sweat trickled down from Leo’s forehead. He knew better than to suggest to a woman that she was too big for any piece of clothing. Grabbing his courage and screwing it to sticking point, he managed, “It seems your swimsuit is a bit too… ah… too small, Miss Hastings.”

Miss Hasting blew a lock of hair out of her face. “I told the team manager never to throw my suit in the dryer with the team’s suits, but Lindsey didn’t listen to me.” She grunted and tugged at the zipper one more time before throwing her hands in the air in defeat.

The zipper slipped down several inches when she let it go. Though her breasts still strained at the material, this relaxed the tension enough that the pillowy masses no longer threatened to burst free. Unfortunately for Leo, and much to the delight of Little Leo, the zipper now sat two full inches below Miss Hasting’s belly button.

It automatically drew Leo’s eyes down. 

Now, Leo stared at Miss Hasting’s camel toe. As tight as the shiny material was, he could clearly see the outline of her mound and netherlips. He blinked stupidly when he realized that Miss Hastings must wax or shave, or something… because the zipper would have revealed pubic hair, if she had any.

Miss Hastings smirked as she noted the wide eyes and glazed look on Leo’s face. She chuckled when she also saw the bulge in his slacks.

“Oops! I’m so sorry…” She wiggled her hips as she tugged the zipper up above her belly button. “I didn’t mean to flash you there, Mister Karteros.”

Leo turned around and had to adjust himself. When he did, he heard Miss Hasting’s velvet chuckle. As best he could, he tugged the hem of his shirt down to try to hide the effect the beautiful nurse was having on him.

“Do you have another suit?” he asked, still facing the other direction. “I don’t know if that one is up to the task…” He coughed. “I mean, it seems that suit shrank too much in the dryer.”

Miss Hastings sighed. “It seems that there are no school swimsuits in my size. This one was a special order.” She tsked several times. “While I could run home and get one of my own swim suits, all I have are two-piece suits. The dean said that it wouldn’t be good to be seen in a bikini, since there are boys on the diving team. I’ll have to have another one custom-made. As for this one…”

She grunted, tugging once again on the zipper. This time, it got stuck between her breasts. Stopping, Miss Hastings indicated the zipper and sighed. It was stuck.

Leo turned around and blinked at the sight of her cleavage. The upper slopes of her bountiful breasts bulged above the piece of black plastic.

“This is the best I can get it to… but now the zipper seems to be stuck. I can’t even budge it.” The puppy dog eyes she gave Leo were impossible to resist. “Mister Karteros, could you please help me?”

“Ah… Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better if you asked a female student to help you…”

Only in those sleazy, unrealistic hentais would a female teacher ask a male student to help her with her swimsuit, right? 

‘I’m in awe. Her breasts are so large that her swimsuit had to be custom-made!’

“Normally, I would ask a female student to help me,” Miss Hastings admitted. “But you are here… and I doubt any female student would have the strength to get the zipper up over my girls.”

Leo nodded and stepped forward. When he did, he saw something else he shouldn’t be seeing.

“----!!!!!”

The clothes that Miss Hasting had taken off to put on the swimsuit lay folded nicely on the narrow bed. While that, in and of itself, wouldn’t be a problem, what caused Leo to stop and his eyes to bulge was the set of lacy, black lingerie that perched on top of the neatly folded pile.

Indecent thoughts assaulted his mind. 

“It’s a good thing that you showed up. I even considered calling you and asking for your help.”

“What…?! Why me?”

“No particular reason,” she admitted. “Just that when I thought about who I wouldn’t mind helping me, you naturally came to my mind.”

‘Can’t I count on you, Mister Karteros?’ her expression seemed to ask. She smiled at him, with her head tilted to the side.

‘Such a cute expression on such a sexy lady is incredibly unfair,’ Leo thought. ‘What’s unfair is that zipper’s impossible strength!’ Little Leo replied.

While it was true that he felt surprisingly at ease in her company, they hadn’t nearly had enough interactions to foster such a level of trust.

 Upon seeing Leo’s confused look, Miss Hastings backtracked a bit. “It’s okay if you feel too uncomfortable to assist me.” Concealing her disappointment, Miss Hastings said this while pressing her hand against the upper slopes of her chest.

“If you aren’t comfortable…” Miss Hastings sighed and gave him puppy-dog eyes. “I suppose if you can’t help me take this off…” 

Leo coughed, his cheeks heating up.

“Can you go get another male to help me out of this suit? I really don’t want to use scissors on it. I’ll just have to stay out of the water and coach the divers from the side of the pool.”

Hearing her words, Leo numbly nodded. “Please allow me to help.”

Leo wasn’t vain, but the thought of another man helping Miss Hastings out of her swimsuit twisted his stomach in a knot. He was surprised by the sudden pang of jealousy, though he couldn’t pinpoint the origin of this feeling. He only knew that it was important that he keep another man from seeing her in such a vulnerable state.

Hearing Leo’s reply, Miss Hastings gave a relieved smile. “Really? Thank you! It’s great that you’re willing to help.”

“…It’s nothing. It doesn’t seem there’s a proper way to other than doing it myself.”

Leo moved beside Miss Hastings, who still wore a smile. 

“I’ll go ahead and apologize up front, though I’ll try not to touch you improperly,” he said.

No matter how enticing the sight was, Leo was no helpless pervert. He wasn’t about to try to cop a feel—that would be abusing the trust she was putting in him. Only a lowlife would act in such a hateful manner.

“Thank you for your decency, but I’d prefer it if you focused on the zipper. It’ll all be for naught if you hesitate to touch me, so just focus on the zipper.”

Leo nodded, and had her sit properly on the bed. Up to to this point, the nurse had been standing, halfway leaning over the bed. Sitting would be more comfortable. It would also give Leo convenient access to the zipper.

After Miss Hastings was seated comfortably, Leo stood in front of her. Frowning, he studied the design of her swimsuit.

While it looked like a one-piece swimsuit, it had short sleeves in lieu of shoulder straps. The shiny blue material was supposed to cover her entire torso, with the zipper stopping just short of her neck. It even had a bit of a collar. From the looks of it, it might not be possible to first pull down the top opening to her shoulders and then remove it entirely by pulling it downwards.

“Um… could you lower your arms? I’d like to see the condition of the zipper.”

“Like this…?”

Miss Hastings slowly lowered her arms from where they’d been covering her breasts. Seeing the expanse of creamy skin this revealed, and its overwhelming volume and softness, his heartbeat rose sharply. Leo immediately did his utmost to calm down, taking slow, deep breaths. 

He inspected the zipper, now that the stuck zipper head was visible. He tried not to touch her breasts while shifting the zipper around to test it. The zipper head was well and truly stuck. It hardly moved, no matter how he tried to nudge. 

To resolve this situation… 

Leo looked around, spotting what he needed beside the sink.

“Hold on for just a moment.” Leo left the side of the bed after saying that and brought back the bottle of soap from the sink.

“May I use this? I would like to try lubricating the zipper.”

“Of course, you can. You can do whatever you want.”

Ignoring the enticing innuendo in the words she spoke, Leo pressed on the pump, squeezing a stream of soap around the zipper and stuck zipper head.

Leo also brought the head of the pump just inside the swimsuit and squeezed it carefully. White streaks splashed across her breasts. 

 “Nnn…!” 

As if she felt an itch deep within, Miss Hasting shuddered. Her breathing grew heavy.

“Sorry if that was uncomfortable,” a blushing Leo blurted out.

“Ah… don’t worry about it, it surprised me, that’s all. Speaking of which, Mister Karteros…”

“Leo!” he interjected. “Please. Call me Leo. Mister Karteros sounds so formal and stilted.” He managed to give the pretty nurse a grin. “I think we’re well beyond formalities at this point.”

“Ha ha ha…” Miss Hastings giggled. “Alright… Leo, it is. When we are in private, please call me Cherri.” The smile she gave him turned into a frown when she glanced down at the soapy mess on her chest. “While the soap will lubricate the teeth of the zipper, won’t the zipper itself become slippery?”

Her question was to be expected, but Leo already had a solution for that.

“Yes, but it won’t matter, because I’m not pulling on it.”

“Wait… what? Then how do you plan to —”

Cheri stopped as Leo’s hands came up to grab onto both sides of her suit above the stuck zipper.

“Are you going to…”

Without waiting for her to finish the sentence, Leo forcefully pulled the two sides apart, as if he was ripping the swimsuit in two. Because he had applied force equally, the stuck zipper moved downwards with a Zzzzzzz! sound.

Cherri’s voluminous breasts popped out of their prison, boldly bouncing to celebrate their freedom. Her entire upper body was bared to him.

‘Wow!’

This was all he could think as his brain froze.