Do Not Try This at Home

After laughing heartily, I saw Master’s sullen eyes. Sweat trickled down my back.

“Are you done laughing?”

“…*Ahem*, Yes.”

“Then… Cecil, was it? Take him away.”

“Have you already finished examining him?”

“While you were laughing your fill.”

“…I’m sorry.”

I took Cecil’s hand, which was on the table, and lowered it. Cecil’s rod was still enlarged. His face was slightly flushed.

As he came down to the floor, he twitched his body as if ticklish.

“By any chance, do you have any semen collected?”

“It’s in the Workshop.”

“Let’s take a look.”

“Then it would be best to move to the Workshop.”

I intended to move to the Workshop with Master, but Cecil, who was still making his Dress bulge, caught my eye.

However, since taking Master to the Workshop was the priority, I moved my steps.

After showing them the beaker containing semen that I had stored in the Preservation Box, and asking for their understanding, I returned to the reception room to check on Cecil’s condition, but….

Cecil wasn’t there.

“Cecil?”

Even after calling his name, there was no reply. As I left the reception room and searched for Cecil, I heard a voice. Following it, I found the bathroom door slightly ajar.

…It seemed he couldn’t hold it in. To check on Cecil’s condition, I put my face to the crack in the door.

“Ah, Asha-niiim….”

Cecil was moving his hand, wrapping his rod with the Dress he always held in his mouth. Instead of the usual squish-squish or squelch-squelch sounds, a slightly rougher sound was heard.

Yet, his expression somehow looked dissatisfied. Seeing that, I became tense and swallowed hard, and perhaps I touched the door, as a creaking sound echoed.

My eyes met Cecil’s, who had heard the sound. A little bit of reason seemed to have returned to his hazy eyes.

“…Ah, Asha-nim?”

“Uh, yeah… You were, uh, doing it.”

…I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Is this how parents feel when they open the door and walk in on their child masturbating in their room? Come to think of it, I see this every morning, so is there any reason to feel that way?

It’s like an everyday thing… Uh… isn’t something strange?

Faster than the thought of ‘strange’ could consume my mind, Cecil’s voice reached me.

“Ah, Asha-nim, please help me.”

“Huh?”

“Ah, because Asha-nim isn’t here… it won’t… come out. Uh, like yesterday… could you please help me?”

“Yesterday…?”

The memory of me twitching my hips while leaning on Cecil came to mind. I shook my head, chasing away all thoughts.

“Th-that’s not allowed.”

“Uh, why not?”

“…Yesterday was a bit… Ah, anyway, there’s a reason.”

Cecil looked at me with a face as if the sky had fallen. His hand was still not stopping.

…Even if he looks at me like that, what’s not allowed is not allowed.

Seeing Cecil look at me with a face mixed with ambiguous arousal and sadness, I didn’t feel good. In the end, I sighed and moved closer to Cecil.

And then… I took out the gloves from my gown. Thinking they were a bit thin, I took out two. And put them on my hands.

As I brought my body closer, I spoke to Cecil, who was pressing his face against me.

“It won’t be like yesterday… but, I’ll help you with my hand.”

Cecil seemed to not even have the presence of mind to speak, he just nodded… and twitched his rod.

Honestly, I wondered if it would be any different if I touched him, since Cecil couldn’t ejaculate with his own hand… but I didn’t want to get on top of him and twitch my hips like yesterday.

…Yesterday, something must have definitely possessed me.

First, I pulled away the Dress that Cecil had been holding and shaking. The Dress, which had been soaked with Cecil’s saliva in the morning, was now thoroughly drenched with a liquid presumed to have leaked from Cecil’s rod.

…It also felt a bit sticky. It looked difficult to wear again.

“…When this is over, he’ll have to change clothes.”

“I-I’m sorry….”

….

Not knowing how to reply, I hesitated for a moment. In the end, without giving an answer, I reached out my hand to Cecil’s rod. I paused slightly at the sight, which somehow felt even intimidating, but Cecil’s groans gave me courage.

The first impression was literally heat. Even though I was wearing two layers of gloves, the heat was vividly transmitted. It might be because the gloves were thin… but was it originally this hot?

Yesterday, my memory was hazy, so I couldn’t recall it well. The ‘thing’ that was attached to me… I don’t think it was like this.

…I kept comparing Cecil and myself. Is it because it’s detached from me and attached to Cecil? My feelings were somehow complicated.

After the heat came hardness. There were parts that protruded like veins when touched on the surface, making it hard enough to feel like human flesh. When something like this goes in… it’s enough to make a person want to die.

I shook my head at the memory that resurfaced, and reached out my hand to touch the tip, but there wasn’t enough distance. Because Cecil was clinging so tightly, I couldn’t bend my body.

In the end, only after lifting it up from Cecil’s crotch… could I touch the tip. I realized anew… it was heavy.

The problem of it being closer to my face due to being lifted up arose, but I endured it. If you ask why I was fixated on the tip… it was because, from my past memories… and from what I’d glimpsed and observed of Cecil’s erogenous zone, it seemed to be here.

There was no other way if I wanted to finish quickly. Master would be waiting, after all.

“Hngh….”

As expected, it seemed I was right, as Cecil let out a slightly suppressed moan. But if I touched him… would it be any different? That question remained, but I continued to move my hand.

When I lowered my hand, the flared tip caught on it. When I raised it, that part caught again, and my hand was slightly pushed out. I continued to rub it with the transparent liquid that came from the tip. Each time, Cecil’s rod twitched and trembled greatly.

After a few strokes… Honestly, it was hard. Because it was too heavy to hold with my hand.

“Ce-Cecil, could you… hold the bottom part for me?”

“Yes…heh….”

Cecil seemed to feel good just from that… his face was hazy. Seeing him like it even though I was just rubbing it without any special technique, I somehow felt confident-

No, what the hell am I getting confident about something like this for? I just liked the thought that I could finish it quickly.

It was much better once Cecil held the pillar. I moved my hand mechanically. The weight I was holding lessened, giving me a little more leeway.

With one hand, I supported Cecil’s back, and with the other, I was… rubbing his rod. It felt a bit strange, but I tried hard to ignore it. Thinking I didn’t need to look while rubbing anymore, I looked at Cecil’s face instead.

Before I knew it, he had buried his face in my chest and was breathing heavily. My chest tickled from the hot breath Cecil exhaled. A sweet scent began to fill the bathroom.

Before I suffocated from that suffocating sweetness, I felt I had to finish it. I moved my hand even faster.

“Ah, Asha-niiim… Y-you’re too fast.”

“…Just bear with it a little longer, because we have to finish quickly and go back.”

“H-hngh… Yesh….”

Why do I feel like I’m tormenting him? Isn’t it clearly me who’s experiencing something unpleasant?

…I figured it must be because Cecil’s face was cute.

As I stroked a little faster, I could feel a throbbing even through the gloves. To the point where I instinctively knew it would come out soon, without even needing to hear it from Cecil’s mouth.

The outer glove was already thoroughly soaked with the liquid that came from Cecil. I thought it might seep inside soon.

“Ah, Asha-nim, it’s, it’s coming outtt….”

“Could you be a little quieter… because Master is outside.”

Along with Cecil’s declaration, I lowered the hand that was touching the tip, and aimed the hot rod, which had been thrust upwards, forward.

…Otherwise, it was obvious it would spray out like a fountain and make everything a mess.

Fortunately, Cecil cooperated willingly. I had worried he might be too engrossed in the rubbing to keep holding it… but that wasn’t the case.

It would be terrible enough just for Master to catch sight of this, but if I imagined him coming into contact with semen and going into heat, shaking his hips like crazy… No, I didn’t want to imagine it.

Soon after, with a squirt-squirt sound, Cecil began to ejaculate. I could directly feel the rod I was holding forcefully expelling. The sound of gurgle-gurgle naturally came to mind.

I briefly admired the vibrant sight, then shook my head. What the hell was I admiring, falling over myself like that….

Cecil’s ejaculation was… a little longer than usual. Even though it must have been extracted this morning, the amount seemed similar or even more.

What on earth… stimulated Cecil? I had certainly thought about how to make him get an erection in a wholesome way to show Master… but for some reason, Cecil was already erect.

…Is it not particularly important?

Cecil’s large rod, which had been forcefully expelling, shrank. Cecil mumbled against my chest.

“Ah, Asha-nim… Thank you.”

“…Let’s clean up quickly and go back.”

“Yesh….”

My chest tickled from that breath.

After finally finishing cleaning up and returning to the Workshop… I saw Master dipping her finger into Cecil’s semen and putting it in her mouth.

No, why that!!!!