Chapter 24 – Do You Like Soft and Fluffy?

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The unexpected visitors were workers who came to install the bed. After greeting them awkwardly and asking them to wait a moment, I went up to the bedroom to wake Cecile, who was still sleeping.

There I saw Cecile sleeping soundly, curled up. Even though her face looked the same as usual, she seemed tired, and that couldn’t just be my feeling…

When I grabbed her shoulder and gently shook her, her closed eyes opened, revealing crimson eyes as red as blood.

“Lady Asha…?”

“Did you sleep well? Sorry to wake you up in the middle of your sleep… but let’s get up for a moment.”

“Yesss….”

Still drowsy, Cecile smiled broadly and clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Cecile’s body scent suddenly filled my nostrils. She mumbled something in her sleep-laden voice.

“Hehe… is it really Lady Asha?”

Did she see me in her dream?

“Could I be fake?”

“Noooo… I can smell Lady Asha’s scent. It’s really Lady Asha….”

I patted the back of the mumbling Cecile. She was warm.

“Yes, it’s really me… let’s get up for a moment. The bed has arrived and needs to be installed.”

At that, the drowsy eyes of Cecile, who was still clinging to me, suddenly flew open. I couldn’t help but laugh at her face, which looked like a startled rabbit.

“The bed?!”

“Are hehe, are you that happy? Anyway, the people who came to install it are here, so could you get up for a moment? You can go back to sleep after it’s done.”

“Cecile is up!”

Cecile, with a voice that sounded delighted, got off the bed and stood on the floor. Without realizing it, I checked if Cecile’s dress was bulging.

…This was unavoidable. Cecile got erections every morning. Fortunately, maybe because she had released a lot yesterday, today was calm.

No, well… she couldn’t show an erection to the workers, right? It’s already big, so it would be impossible to hide if erect.

Of course… if she did get erect, there wouldn’t be a problem if I told Cecile to stay in another room until it was over.

“Cecile wants to see it quickly!”

“Alright… let’s go down. They’re waiting outside.”

“Yes! Lady Asha!”

It seemed she wanted to watch the installation, so if she had gotten erect and I had told her to go to another room… I might have had to see her dejected face all day.

Is that fortunate…?

Anyway, I opened the door and let in the workers who were waiting. They were sturdy men. As I found myself staring blankly at them, reminded of when I was a man, the man in the lead scratched his cheek.

“Um… where should we take it?”

“…Ah, I’m sorry. Please take it upstairs to the bedroom.”

Their faces were full of confidence, as if they had misunderstood something, but trying to explain would be… impossible. There’s no way they would believe that I had changed from a man to a woman.

I never intended to tell them anyway.

“Cecile?”

“Yes, Lady Asha.”

“…Never mind.”

As I guided the workers to the bedroom, I felt that Cecile was unusually close. She was always close, but today she was even closer. So close that our skin touched, and I could feel her warmth.

Curious, I called out to Cecile, but when she tilted her head and gave me a questioning look, I swallowed my words.

…Is she that happy about the bed arriving? It seemed that way.

Since I hadn’t allocated a very large space for the bedroom, they ended up placing the beds side by side. As Master had suggested, I had considered clearing out one room for the bed, but it was too much trouble.

Actually, it wasn’t just the trouble; the bed arrived too quickly. When I asked a female employee who had appeared without me noticing, she said they had paid special attention because I was the first customer.

…Is this safe? I felt like I had become a test subject.

In my previous life, this would have been rare, but… in this place where I live now… there was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen.

Even so… looking at Cecile with her sparkling eyes beside me, I couldn’t bring myself to say I wanted to cancel.

Still, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy, so I asked the female employee again. But she just repeated that it was fine, like an automated response.

I narrowed my eyes and gave her a sidelong glance at this behavior, but she just showed a business smile with no other reaction.

As expected… is this what it means to be a professional?

Finally, the installation of the slime bed was complete.

The workers who installed it seemed busy and quickly disappeared. Some of them gave me lukewarm glances, but when I stared back with a stern face, they hurriedly vanished through the front door.

The female employee who remained alone handed me something that looked like a business card. Reading the text, it seemed like some kind of cleaning voucher for the slime bed.

“When you determine that the contamination level has exceeded a certain threshold, please send this to our company.”

“Hmm… what level is ‘a certain threshold’?”

“There’s no precisely defined measure. It’s entirely up to your judgment.”

…Hmm, was I scammed after all?

“What happens if I don’t receive this aftercare?”

“Even then, nothing dangerous will happen. However… you might face the unfortunate situation of having to buy a new bed that you spent a lot of money on.”

Right, no matter what, it’s a product sold for money, so there shouldn’t be any danger.

After a brief explanation and leaving her business card… no, the aftercare coupon, the female employee also disappeared through the front door. The explanation wasn’t much. Just that it was very sturdy, so use it however you want and send the coupon when it’s time for maintenance.

I had thought there might be a manual equivalent to a book, but this part was truly fortunate.

Once the female employee disappeared, Cecile began looking at me with shining red eyes. I chuckled inwardly and nodded, then saw her dash toward the bed with a broad smile.

Cecile literally dived onto the bed. I was a bit worried it might be dangerous, but there was no problem. The bed, which had sunk in to match Cecile’s body shape, slowly lifted her up.

Cecile, who was rising after lying face down, turned her head and said to me,

“Lady Asha! The bed is really good! You should lie down too!”

It was truly an adorable sight.

“Alright.”

Thanks to working hard to let Cecile rest, I had some free time. As Cecile suggested, I sat on the bed.

Then, though not as much as Cecile who had jumped onto the bed, my body, which had sunk softly, slowly bounced back up. It felt like lying on a firm, soft, and elastic jelly.

It felt like it clung to my body perfectly.

As I sat and stretched my legs, Cecile rubbed her face against my thigh. My thigh sank into the bed by the weight of Cecile’s head.

“Ce-Cecile?”

“The bed is as soft as Lady Asha’s thighs….”

“Is, is that so?”

“Yes! After comparing, I’m even more certain!”

I don’t know why she was comparing that… but I let it be. Cecile, who had been rubbing her cheeks for a while, yawned softly, then shed a small tear and slowly closed her eyes.

Soon after, warm breaths escaped, tickling my thigh.

Without realizing it, I wiped away the small tear that had escaped from Cecile and stroked her head once, then lay down completely myself. It felt as if the bed was embracing my entire body.

As I closed my eyes for a moment… sleep gently came to me.

If I were to name this bed, it would be “Drug Slime Bed”…

…I thought that I wouldn’t want to sleep on any other bed after this… but surprisingly, I thought it might be okay. Looking at it objectively, what happened back then was… like an accident where coincidences piled up.

I enjoyed a brief nap while feeling the warmth from Cecile’s head, the softness supporting my body, and the sunlight coming through the curtains.

It was very satisfying. \n\n* * * * Since the bed arrived, I felt like the quality of my sleep had improved. When I woke up in the morning, I felt refreshed. It seemed the psychological barrier of “slime” had been the issue, not the product itself.

Cecile seemed to feel the same way, as she woke up refreshed in the morning.

Of course, there was the minor issue of the other part being exceedingly healthy too…

The most surprising aspect of the slime bed was that it remained intact even after accommodating Cecile’s thing when she slept face down. I couldn’t help but acknowledge its durability.

On such days, the morning routine was a bit more… intense than usual, but I attributed it to the improved quality of life.

There was something more important anyway.

It was researching and processing materials from the Minotaur subspecies. The goal was clear.

It was to create a medicine that makes breasts larger.

To adjust the components and identify supporting materials, I needed to verify with my body, but with Cecile around, there should be no problem.

This… unlike the Alraune, shouldn’t have that kind of effect.

Ideally, it would be nice if the medicine I make needed to be taken regularly to maintain its effect.

Because… that way… people would continue to buy it.

Like the planned obsolescence of electronic products rumored in urban legends from my previous life, or the aftercare of the slime bed. For materials, couldn’t I ask Claudia somehow? If I give her an offer she can’t refuse, it should work out somehow.

“Lady Asha? Did something good happen?”

I must have been smiling without realizing it. Cecile, who was making potions, tilted her head and spoke.

“Yes… a little bit?”

“Is that so? If Lady Asha is in a good mood, Cecile feels good too!”

“…You’re being too dramatic.”

I looked at the chest area of the smiling Cecile.

I mentally ran a simulation of how much it should be enlarged to maintain balance.

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