Even on a humid pre-dawn night, the sun rises

The still Nameless Girl, who had been in a light sleep, blinked her red eyes. It was because she had woken up to the noise coming from beside her. The Girl opened her hazy eyes and looked at the other girl, Asha, who was sleeping soundly, unaware of the world.

Asha had kicked off her blanket at some point and was sleeping in her loose clothing.

Her rolled-up shirt seemed to have already lost its function as clothing. Her fair thighs were buried in the bed, showcasing their elasticity, and the slightly parted space between her legs was clean, as if it had been that way since birth.

The crevice nestled there gleamed with a clear color, as if flaunting its untouched purity.

The silver-haired girl, who had been silently watching for a moment, sniffed.

Then, a fragrant soap scent wafted. The Girl recalled her memory from the Bathroom, and as a result, her phallus, which was already half-erect, finally rose up hard.

The Girl, unconsciously bringing her nose closer, smelled the scent of her Creator, who had made her, beyond the soap scent.

She thought it was sweet.

Asha, with her eyes closed, let out a small moan. Her pale face flushed red, blending with her light pink hair.

“H-hmph?”

A moaning sound mixed with a slight heat and question.

Whether she was having a dream she couldn’t voice, or if her body was simply aroused, that sight made the Nameless Girl’s phallus even stiffer.

Soon, the tip of the erect rod pressed firmly… against Asha’s defenselessly exposed thigh. Then, her soft thigh resisted, showing off its elasticity.

At that pressure, the Girl flinched and trembled.

An as-yet-unknown liquid from the Girl’s tip wet Asha’s thigh.

Asha, who had spent a hectic day, merely exhaled a slightly hotter breath and showed no sign of opening her eyes.

Since Asha didn’t wake up, the Girl continued to thrust her hips with hazy eyes.

The Girl’s phallus repeatedly pressed and slid against Asha’s thigh. Soon, it began to rub, sliding over the thigh, which was wet with the liquid that had flowed out. The Girl also began to exhale hot breaths.

Asha still didn’t seem to have any intention of waking up. She merely twisted her body slightly as if uncomfortable, but her closed eyes showed no sign of opening.

In fact, if her body had been in its usual state, she would have opened her eyes and been horrified long ago, but it was likely due to having worked all day even in the unusual situation of her body changing.

While the Girl was thrusting her hips, Asha tossed and turned. Asha’s buttocks came into view of the Girl, who had pulled her hips back in surprise. More precisely, the small gap created by her thighs and mound.

The Girl instinctively inserted the rod into that gap. Pushing Asha’s flesh aside, it passed through the narrow gap, using the viscous liquid as lubricant. It was slightly difficult, but it brought the Girl immense pleasure.

As if Asha had recovered something she had lost, the Girl and Asha became intimately pressed together. The Girl, thrusting her hips while smelling the soap scent rising from Asha’s hair, recalled what had happened during the day.

“She disliked it.”

She recalled Asha, covered in secretions due to her own mistake. A face that was painful to look at, mixed with displeasure.

The instinct not to be hated told her to stop thrusting, but her body, already intoxicated and hazy from Asha’s scent, continued to heave her hips. The familiar sensation of ejaculation now surged over her.

From the tip of the rod, which had been moving back and forth between the wet crevice and thigh, a milky white liquid soon gushed out with a gurgling sound. Feeling the sensation of the thighs trembling and pressing against her, the Girl became immersed in the afterglow of ejaculation.

Not long after the “pyurureut” sound subsided, the Girl regained her senses. She quickly pulled out her shrinking clitoris. After a moment of flusteredness with her cleared mind, she moved to erase the traces she had left.

First, she brought a towel from the Bathroom and wiped off the secretions on Asha’s body. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to have splattered onto the bed. She scooped up some of the semen spilled on the floor and put it into the beaker where Asha had collected her semen during the day.

This was possible because it was sticky and clumped like jelly. The Girl, who had thoroughly scrubbed the floor, opened the window for ventilation. Before that, she didn’t forget to cover the defenselessly lying Asha with a blanket.

She waited for the strange, peculiar scent that filled the room to dissipate.

The Girl confirmed once more that Asha was still not awake, then closed the window. She sniffed, checking for any remaining traces. Convinced that it had disappeared, the Girl climbed back onto the bed.

She pressed her now calm body against Asha. Embracing Asha’s body, which was letting out small moans, the Girl closed her eyes.

Because it was a natural principle for a child to desire the warmth of a parent.

The refreshed Girl then fell asleep.

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I woke up with the sensation of something warm clinging to my back. I had a hunch about its identity. The Girl I hadn’t named yet. The Homunculus I had created….

Feeling her hot body temperature, my mind became complicated. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake the Girl. When I, who had been embracing her, was gone, the Girl curled up. Like a child.

I wondered if I had created her too hastily, but then I thought of how useful she had been yesterday, and I figured it didn’t matter.

…By the way, why does the room feel so humid? Is it because I didn’t ventilate it?

Apart from that, a slight fever still remained in my body. It was an unfamiliar sensation I had never felt before. My lower abdomen also felt somewhat lukewarm?

I don’t know. I wondered if it was a side effect of my body changing.

I covered the Girl with a blanket and opened the window. It wasn’t a particularly cold season, but there was no harm in being careful. By the way, can Homunculi catch colds?

There was a mountain of things I needed to learn about both my body and the Girl’s body. I went down to the Kitchen, making plans in my head. I opened the storage cabinet, which was inlaid with expensive Magic Stones, and took out milk.

“Ah… only one bottle left.”

I should stop by the Ranch sometime soon.

As a compromise, I opened the remaining bottle and poured the milky white liquid down my throat. With a refreshing gulp, I tasted a rich flavor.

It was one of the culprits that made me live on a tight schedule, but I couldn’t give up this taste. I bought it anyway since I had to stock it in the Workshop too….

I put the bottle in a box and headed to the Bathroom. There was still some time until the person coming to pick up the Potion arrived, so I planned to take a shower to wash away this stickiness.

Entering the Bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that the area around my mouth was milky white. Perhaps because my mouth had become smaller, white marks that hadn’t been there before remained. With a slight feeling of embarrassment, I wiped the corner of my mouth with my hand.

The reflection in the mirror showed a green-eyed girl with light pink hair blushing. It was still a sight I couldn’t get used to.

Well, it had only been a day.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and stood under the showerhead. I washed my body under the warm stream of water. I felt something rough on my thigh. It disappeared quickly after I soaped and wiped it, but a question remained.

Because I had never experienced this before.

Is this also an… aftermath of my body changing? I should remember it.

After lathering my hair with plenty of foam, my breasts caught my eye. The nipples… hiding as if shy.

Should I… pull them out and clean them?

It was the same yesterday, but I was frustrated because there was no one to ask. Still, thinking it might be better to clean them, I extended my breasts towards the pouring water and cupped my hands. Wondering if they would come out if I pressed, I held my round breasts with both hands and applied pressure.

It hurt.

It hurt so much that tears welled up. It seems I’m not supposed to pull them out. I roughly lathered them and fiddled around the areola, then rinsed with water. For now, this is my limit.

But this time, I felt a strange, peculiar sensation, different from before. I felt as if my body was sensitive. It was like poking a tent that had been pitched in the morning….

It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling.

I really need to find a way to return to normal quickly.

I loosely wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the closet. I had to get dressed, but I was conflicted. No matter how uncomfortable it was, I couldn’t stick to a no-pants, no-underwear fashion in front of a guest.

After much thought, I took out a pair of pants that would at least hang on my hips. It was a bit uncomfortable with the belt on, but bearable. There weren’t many options for a top. I decided to just wear what I had and put on a gown.

Anyway, the person visiting was also a woman, so she probably wouldn’t care much.

…Now that I think about it, how should I introduce myself? This is really tiring in many ways. For now, it might be best to just say I’m her disciple. Since I don’t know when I’ll return to normal.

I got dressed and went down to the Workshop. I left the Girl to continue sleeping. Because I didn’t want any unnecessary misunderstandings.

While checking the Potion to hand over, a signal indicated that a visitor had arrived at the Workshop. I went to the entrance and opened the door, revealing a familiar face.

Shoulder-length black hair, golden eyes, and slightly sharp eyes. And wolf ears twitching on top of her head, and finally, a bushy tail vigorously making a “boong-boong” wind sound behind her back.

It was Claudia, the Beastfolk adventurer I had hired.