Don’t Eat Sandwiches at Night

“Why are you making such a fuss?”

“…You don’t feel anything?”

“Not at all?”

“….”

Master, who had dipped her finger into the beaker’s contents and tasted it, showed no reaction. Rather, she merely looked at me, who was making a fuss, with a pathetic gaze.

“It’s the same as with Cecil…?”

“What did you say?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Seeing that it didn’t work on Cecil, I wondered if it only had that effect on me… *cough*. Anyway, that’s what I thought. Since I couldn’t experiment on anyone else, I just assumed that for now.

But… confirming that it really had no such effect on others… made me feel strange. It was like being pointed at and called a pervert even though no one said anything?

“Why are you like that? Your face is red.”

“…It’s because I just ran.”

“Oh my, it seems your stamina has weakened considerably.”

“Hmm… Yes. By the way, why did you specifically… taste that?”

When Master opened her mouth, a slightly sweet scent wafted out.

“As you said, it’s quite old since it was collected, but the fact that it still maintains its state piqued my curiosity. Moreover, it doesn’t even have its characteristic scent… Don’t you think one must experience something directly to truly know it? Haven’t you tried it?”

“W-why would I eat that!”

“If it’s not, you could just say so, why are you shouting?”

“….”

“You’re the one who used to say you wanted to eat fish semen sacs. I wonder what’s so different about this that you’re making such a fuss…”

“That’s clearly food…”

“In my eyes, there’s no big difference between the two. In the first place, I’ve never seen anyone else in the whole wide world claim that to be food except for you.”

“…So, did you find anything out?”

“Changing the subject, are we… As I said earlier, it had no scent and no taste.”

That can’t be…

Seeing me muttering silently, Master seemed to have thought something, as she approached and pulled me into her embrace.

“It seems your body shrinking has made your heart anxious. Don’t worry too much, I will surely find a way.”

…It wasn’t because of that, but I felt bitter for having worried her unnecessarily.

Master buried me in her breast and stroked my head. I truly felt how much my body had shrunk.

A fruit scent emanated from Master’s body.

Sometimes I feel a sense of disconnect. No matter how generously I estimated, Master’s appearance was around her twenties.

Her archaic way of speaking… or her strangely mismatched perceptions… While I felt like I understood why she was still a virgin with that appearance, knowing that her current concern for me was genuine made my nose sting a little.

While I was nestled in her warm embrace, receiving her strokes, the sound of a door opening was heard. It seemed Cecil, having changed her clothes, had arrived.

I slipped out of Master’s embrace.

“You rascal, are you embarrassed?”

“*Cough*. I got carried away by the atmosphere just now, but at my age, to be like this…”

“To me, there’s no difference.”

“…I suppose so, yes.”

Together with Cecil, who had returned, I continued making potions, and Master began experimenting with Cecil’s semen.

In fact, I was grateful for just that. I found it a bit unsettling and hadn’t handled it, but Master was doing it instead.

Still, even for Master, results wouldn’t appear in just one day, so after finishing the production, we gathered around the dining table and ate dinner. Master, who had grumbled about why there was no Dew of Dawn, pulled out alcohol from her bag.

“…If you were going to carry it yourself, why on earth did you tell me to prepare it?”

“Alcohol tastes different in every region.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s influenced by the local water and natural environment. It has similarities with alchemy. Exploring nature and then─”

“…Why do you make it so long when you just want to drink alcohol?”

“You rascal! I told you it’s not like that!”

While Master and I were bickering, there was an incident where Cecil drank some alcohol… but I didn’t dislike the lively dinner after a long time.

After getting a little tipsy from the alcohol, the three of us lay down in one bed. It was because Master said, “What’s the big deal?” and Cecil clung to me.

Although a drunken Master hugged me in her sleep, and Cecil pressed her body against me from behind, turning me into a sandwich.

Just as I thought, *Sometimes, this isn’t so bad…*, something unusual happened.

Suddenly, something hard began to press firmly, *squish*, against my lower abdomen. I was flustered.

If it were Cecil, maybe, but the person hugging me in front was Master. She had clearly replied, “What nonsense are you talking about?” when I asked if she had one, so why─

“Ugh…”

My breath hitched.

A strange, peculiar sensation arose as a space that didn’t originally exist within me was pressed firmly, *squish*. Even if I tried to twist my body to escape, I couldn’t move, trapped front and back.

Even if I wanted to make a sound, my drunken tongue couldn’t form proper words. I could only repeat pronunciations like “Mas-ter” or “Ce-cil.” Even that quickly turned into groans due to the continuous stimulation.

With my shrunken and weakened body, all I could do was groan as my lower abdomen-that is… the place where my uterus was presumed to exist-was pressed down.

The words she had said half a day ago came to mind, and I felt a slight sense of betrayal, but Master couldn’t have lied to me… So, did it suddenly appear?

Why on earth…?

Before an answer to my question, there was the hard sensation poking my back. This time, it was Cecil. For some reason, Cecil’s erect *thing* had again burrowed into my clothes and began rubbing against my spine.

It was hot.

Even if I cried out, the two showed no particular reaction, perhaps due to their drunkenness. Master hugged me, pressing down on my lower abdomen, while Cecil rubbed against my waist and back. I had to twitch between them for a while.

As I felt dampness on my back, my breathing grew more ragged. At the same time, perhaps because of the constant poking at my lower abdomen, I felt the space between my thighs become moist.

A sense of injustice washed over me, wondering why only I had to suffer such a fate.

“P-please, stop this…”

My hollow cry, mixed with heat, echoed in the bedroom. Soon after, a *pyureureuk* sound was heard. Something hot hit my back. I didn’t even need to look to know.

Cecil’s rod continued to rub against my back and waist, using that as lubrication. Along with the sensation of it spreading over my body…

My whole body began to itch.

No, to be precise… it was my lower abdomen, which had been thoroughly poked by what was presumed to be Master’s *thing* since earlier.

It felt as if it was throbbing with *kyung, kyung* sounds.

My thoroughly aroused body yearned for release. However, the only stimulation I received was the rod poking my lower abdomen and the rod that had started spreading and rubbing against me earlier.

My body, fixed in place and unable to budge, didn’t even allow me to comfort myself.

“Ugh…!”

I couldn’t continue my thoughts any longer. My whole body was hot, and my mind became hazy. Soon after, something warm also stained my lower abdomen.

Then, the rod that had been pressing my lower abdomen disappeared without a trace.

However, the thirst my body craved, exposed to Cecil’s semen, was not quenched. It slowly seeped in, continuously consuming me.

And so… unable to sleep, all night long… I was pickled.

There was no other word to describe my situation.

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Asha’s Master, Ariel, opened her eyes, which had been closed by a slightly fishy smell. It was similar to the scent of animal semen. What she felt next was… someone’s body scent, which felt somewhat fragrant. It soaked her nose with an overwhelming stickiness.

Ariel, opening her eyes with an inexplicable feeling of refreshment, noticed that she was hugging someone. Then she realized she had hugged Asha and slept due to the alcohol. But… something was strange.

Her one and only disciple Asha’s eyes were hazy. Unlike her eyes, her expression looked extremely distressed. It was as if… she was enduring something.

Ariel, who had been a virgin for a long time, still didn’t know what that face meant. But she could tell that something unusual had happened to her disciple.

“Asha?”

“Ugh…? H-h…”

Waking her body from its slumber, she released the disciple she was holding and stood up. The sight that met her eyes was… bizarre.

Asha was trembling, something smeared on her lower abdomen. Behind her, her Homunculus, Cecil, was sleeping with a peaceful expression.

Only Asha was writhing in distress… her freed hand reaching downwards.

Ariel was startled by the sight of her disciple suddenly beginning to masturbate, but she soon realized that Asha’s condition was similar to that of the adventurers who were brought in after being affected by an aphrodisiac.

Just as she felt a moment of doubt at her disciple’s sudden heat cycle, she recalled Asha’s overreaction to her consuming the Homunculus’s semen.

Indeed, Asha’s back was covered in the liquids from the beaker, just as Ariel had surmised. She wasn’t sure what had happened… but this seemed to be the cause.

…Ariel, thinking that calming her disciple was more urgent than figuring out the situation, shook Cecil awake.

“…Asha-nim?”

“It’s not Asha. More importantly, wake up quickly.”

“Asha-nim’s Master…”

“Yes.”

Cecil, who had woken up blinking, looked at Ariel with a bewildered expression. Ariel, momentarily speechless by that innocent expression, opened her mouth.

“Has Asha ever been like this before?”

Cecil’s eyes, looking at Asha, widened like a rabbit’s.

“She has!”

“…I see. How did you resolve it then?”

As it was currently unclear what component caused the aphrodisiac effect, asking that was the priority.

To that question, Cecil replied, seemingly troubled.

“Well… I filled Asha-nim’s hole with Cecil’s rod.”

“…I-I see.”

Then, Asha’s reaction made a little more sense.

It seemed her disciple had lost her virginity before losing her male virginity, so to speak.

Cecil’s words continued.

“But that method… cannot be used…”

“Why not?”

Ariel asked the impudent Homunculus, who had already stiffly erected her rod despite what she had just said.

“Asha-nim said that filling the hole is something done between people who love each other.”

“…Hmm.”

Ariel thought that was just like her disciple, who was old-fashioned in strange ways. That’s why she accepted her as a disciple, but… her feelings were a bit complicated.

“Of course… but in a situation like this, isn’t it unavoidable? Will you just keep watching Asha suffer?”

Literally, Asha was touching her own body, trying to relieve the unquenched heat… but it didn’t seem easy.

“That… I don’t want to.”

“Yes. This is… a medical act. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

“A medical act…?”

“I will explain it well to Asha, so let’s calm Asha down first and then think.”

“…Understood. Asha-nim’s suffering makes Cecil’s heart ache.”

Cecil got up and aimed her rod at Asha’s crevice.

Asha did not know.