Confused Alchemist-nim

When Cecil suddenly moved his hips, I was startled.

…No, I mean… how could I not be startled? It’s normal to instinctively flinch when an object that’s been inside me before is twitching, isn’t it?

Still, once I confirmed that Cecil had no such intention, it was fine from the second time onwards.

Rather, as I moved my hand in sync with Cecil’s hip movements, I could feel Cecil’s expression melting.

Seeing his beautiful face become stained with a disheveled expression always felt… strange. His focus blurred, he exhaled hot breaths, his face flushed. An expression as if he might drool from the side of his moist lips at any moment.

…I always felt like I was being deceived by this face that seemed only cute and harmless. When I looked at his face, my male ego would whisper, ‘What’s wrong with it being cute?’

But…

When I looked down at the place where my saliva and the fluid flowing from Cecil’s mushroom-shaped glans mixed, creating a splashing sound that was not just erotic but vulgar… I don’t know. I don’t even know what I was feeling.

A sweet scent began to spread around. Was it because I was aware that it was making my body feel strange?

I felt my body slowly growing warmer, like a dog trained with food.

With a slightly hazy mind… I focused on moving my hand. As if that was the only paramount task.

I grasped the hot rod that was no longer attached to me… no, ‘resting on’ would be a more fitting expression. I continued to stroke the rod, which somehow seemed to be growing more formidable, with my gloved hand.

Focusing on the front part, where Cecil would involuntarily let out moans every time I touched it.

Perhaps because I was concentrating without realizing it, I was momentarily flustered by Cecil’s sudden words, but I quickly regained my composure and remembered my task. Yes, collecting semen was what I had to do today.

To return my body to its original state.

I caressed Cecil’s rod and held the beaker in my hand, but… naturally, the posture wasn’t right. In that case, I could have left the rest to Cecil and just collected it, but…

For some reason, at that moment, the option of stopping touching Cecil’s rod didn’t occur to me.

So, I naturally pressed my body against Cecil’s back. And I whispered into his soft-looking ear. Seeing his body flinch and twitch… I felt that strange feeling once again.

From Cecil’s hair… the same scent as mine emanated. It was natural, given that we were using the same item.

Holding onto my mind that was about to grow hazy, I aimed Cecil’s rod at the beaker.

It felt like urinating when it was attached.

Of course, I didn’t fiddle with the front part like this when urinating, but… was it because I felt the emptiness so strongly? Or was it due to the surreal sight of barely being able to reach it even when pressing my body against his?

It didn’t feel that strange.

Soon, I felt a throbbing pulse in the hand holding the rod. Feeling Cecil’s semen forcefully passing through the passage, pushing against my fingers, I desperately held on.

Because I had to collect every single drop of this precious substance into the beaker.

The more, the better. That way… Master will be able to find a method… more quickly.

I stared blankly at the pure white liquid beginning to fill the beaker. Only after seeing it slosh against the sides did I regain my composure and refocus on the rod.

The unusually long and copious amount of ejaculation, and the forceful sounds that were hard to believe came from ejaculating… were now familiar. Because I saw it every morning.

Watching it, I was reminded of absurd comics I’d casually seen in my past life, where semen would fill up to the uterus.

Watching Cecil’s semen slosh and paint the beaker white… I wondered if it might be possible. That thought crossed my mind. Suddenly, something inside my body felt tingly… but it must have been my imagination, right?

I guess I just needed to go to the bathroom or something.

Before long, Cecil’s ejaculation ended. Watching the rod gradually shrink… I felt a sense of regret. Shouldn’t I extract a little more? Wouldn’t this be insufficient?

I found myself whispering to Cecil in an excited voice. It must have been a voice filled with the desire to return to normal quickly.

“…Cecil, um… perhaps… will more come out?”

“I… don’t know.”

Contrary to what he said, the shrinking rod was once again filling with vitality. Delighted at the thought of being able to extract more, I brought a new beaker.

By now, pressing against Cecil’s back was the default position. It seemed like there wasn’t enough stimulation, so I put Cecil’s soft earlobe into my mouth.

“Ah, Asha-nim?”

“I’ll… give you a good time…”

“Th-this is strange.”

I hadn’t experienced whether doing this helped with ejaculation, so I didn’t know, but since I recalled seeing similar videos earlier… I thought it might be okay.

Look at Cecil. He said it was strange, but seeing the already stiff rod twitching every time I nibbled his ear, it seemed to be helping.

I collected semen from Cecil, who was trembling and letting out strange moans. I was clearly the one extracting it, but… I was the first to get tired. Still… I was able to extract more than I expected.

“Asha-nim… is it over now?”

“Uh, yeah… I think this much will be enough.”

I thought as I looked at Cecil’s face, who was exhaling hot breaths and smiling brightly.

What on earth have I done to this child? I felt such guilt.

Thinking about it now… I’m not sure why I did it. I shook my head vigorously to clear my thoughts.

Then, I decided to treat Cecil better… and sent him up to the Bedroom.

After sealing the beaker containing the semen and placing it in the Preservation Box… my entire body was drenched in sweat. It felt as if the sensation of the rod still lingered in my hand.

I cooled my unusually heated body with cold water and went up to the Bedroom.

On the bed, Master and Cecil were visible, asleep, bathed in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Perhaps I had washed for too long, as Cecil was also asleep.

The sight of the two beautiful individuals lying on the bed, bathed in moonlight… was like beings from a fantasy, or a beautifully painted picture.

Just then, Cecil’s voice was heard.

“Asha-nim…”

Seeing him call my name in his sleep, his face flushed, a belated sense of guilt washed over me again. I didn’t dare to get onto the bed.

I sighed, dragged the remaining blanket, and lay down on the reception room sofa.

It seemed I wouldn’t be having good dreams.

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“Why are you sleeping here when there’s a perfectly good bed?”

Feeling my body being shaken, I opened my eyes to see Master’s face, accompanied by a fruit scent. Her emerald pupils, full of questions, gazed at me.

Perhaps it was to try and forget what happened last night? Without realizing it, an exaggerated male way of speaking, like something out of a novel, slipped out. 

“…There were circumstances, Master. This unworthy disciple offers her morning greetings to Master-nim.”

“…Did you eat something wrong yesterday? I don’t recall there being any strange ingredients.”

“How could that be? This unworthy disciple merely wished to─”

Master’s flick to the forehead landed on my forehead.

“Stop spouting nonsense and get up and eat breakfast. Even if you act like that, your body won’t return to normal, so stop with that strange way of speaking.”

“…”

“Why are you suddenly like this? Did you have a bad dream?”

With the hand that had just flicked my forehead, she now stroked my head.

“…Something similar. My dreams seemed a bit rough too.”

“That must be because you slept uncomfortably.”

“I suppose so…”

When I pushed the blanket aside and got up, Master let out a chuckle.

“When I woke up and looked at the Workshop… the beakers were quite full. Do you want me to return so quickly?”

My face flushed with heat.

“Th-that’s not it?! It’s just that I’m overflowing with the desire to return quickly… And, um, it wasn’t that much either!”

“It’s a joke. A joke.”

“…Is Cecil still asleep?”

“Yes, he looked tired. Considering the amount in the Workshop, I suppose it’s only natural.”

A sigh escaped me naturally.

“…I should let him rest today.”

“Well, you can do as you please with that.”

I went to the Kitchen with Master and ate the simple breakfast that had been prepared. Even though she’s an Elf, it didn’t feel like it would be all grass. Still, it was mostly light fare.

After finishing my habitual milk drinking, I moved to the Workshop, and Master scratched her head.

“This much should be enough for research.”

“That makes me happy, but… will you be able to take all of this?”

“I’ll take some, and for the rest… I’ll have to ask for transportation.”

“It’ll be expensive, though.”

Master chuckled.

“No matter what, my only disciple is nagging to return quickly, so I can afford that much expense.”

“…”

My nose tingled from the morning.

“Then I’ll take care of these, so don’t worry and just wait.”

Having said that, Master put some of the beakers into her bag and took the remaining beakers in a box.

Her back, walking in the morning sunlight, somehow looked dependable.

…Wait, is she… leaving now?

Her departure was as swift as her arrival.

I lightly patted my cheek and headed to the Workshop. Since I had decided to let Cecil rest today, I had to move busily.

While I was busy making Potions, a signal indicated that visitors had arrived. It didn’t seem to be just one person. I felt a slight commotion outside.

What could it be?