…You’ve changed

The rod that entered my mouth poked at my throat. When I instinctively tried to get up to avoid it, a hard desk met my head.

With a small thump! sound, a tingling sensation spread through my head. Then Claire’s hand pressed down on my head. Her touch was a little rough, as if she was flustered.

“What was that sound?”

“…I, I just… bumped my leg a little.”

“Oh dear, you’re not hurt, are you?”

“I-I’m fine. Even if I got hurt… I can just heal it.”

A faint white light flickered above my head. The tingling pain I felt faded away.

I felt my mood improving from the apologetic stroking hand beyond the fabric, but the fishy taste filling my mouth and the sensation of something poking my throat pulled me back to reality.

When I instinctively moved my tongue to breathe, I felt the presence of the stalks I had seen with my eyes just moments ago. Saying it felt unpleasant might not fully express my feelings.

Every time my tongue moved, Claire’s rod seemed to feel it as a stimulus, spurting fluid and twitching. A fishy and salty taste rose in my mouth. Breathing through my nose also had its limits, so my head gradually became hazy.

I felt sticky things filling my throat, so I had no choice but to swallow them all to breathe. Gulp, gulp.

…What a state I’m in.

My mind grew hazier and hazier. The faint conversation between the Nun and Claire buzzed, making it impossible to understand what they were saying. The space covered by the Nun’s Habit grew increasingly stuffy.

What kind of documents were they reviewing that it was taking this long?

Every time I barely managed to inhale through the gap between my nose and mouth, a strong scent rose. When I exhaled through that gap, Claire’s rod twitched.

…Anxiety assailed me at that movement. It was because I recalled Claire’s reaction just moments ago, when she had thrust her hips.

“Huu… huu….”

But… I can’t just… give up breathing.

As I exhaled a faint breath, hoping nothing would happen, something presumed to be Claire’s leg began to press against my body. Buried between her legs, I was helpless.

Following that, something began to pour into my throat.

…Even without checking, I knew it was semen.

Its distinct scent rose from my throat to my nose. It clung, clung to my throat, so I had to swallow. Dying from choking on semen… would be too pathetic.

Still, I felt it was a relief.

Since she had ejaculated, wouldn’t this rod filling my mouth disappear? Waiting only for that, I swallowed Claire’s semen, which was tapping at my throat, again and again. So that it wouldn’t spill outside.

The feeling was strange, but I consoled myself, repeating that it couldn’t be helped. For Claire, and to survive.

But… it was strange.

Claire’s rod, which had been spurting semen for a long time, showed no sign of disappearing. The stalk I felt on my tongue seemed to have become smoother, but the heavy sensation filling my mouth remained.

A bad… thought crossed my mind.

Had it been strengthened because of Divine power? So it wouldn’t disappear with just one time… I don’t know.

As the hope I saw before me vanished, helplessness and exhaustion washed over me. At least Claire’s legs, which had been pressing against my body, were gone, which was a relief.

Soon after, I heard receding footsteps. At the same time, the sound of a chair being dragged loudly right in front of me. I felt Claire’s rod exiting my mouth. I remained in that position, face down on the floor, and spat out what I hadn’t been able to swallow.

A pale white liquid, along with saliva, dripped down and thoroughly soaked the floor.

“Cough! Cough!”

“…Are you okay?”

Along with Claire’s voice, I felt a hesitant touch.

I gathered myself, inhaling the fresh air I had finally gotten. With a lukewarm sigh, I asked Claire.

“…It hasn’t disappeared yet?”

“…Uh. It’s still fine. Looking at it… hmm. It seems a bit less hideous than before.”

“I see….”

I raised my calmed body and met Claire’s eyes.

Claire had a complex expression that couldn’t be described in a single word.

Apology towards me, embarrassment about the thing that wouldn’t disappear.

And… a subtly felt pleasure and guilt about it.

Claire asked about my well-being again, her voice slightly trembling.

“I asked earlier, but… are you really okay?”

“…I’m fine. This much is nothing.”

Honestly, I wasn’t fine. But it was true that I was used to it. Though I didn’t know how it had come to be that way.

“For now… let’s not… use Divine power. It seems like that’s why it’s not disappearing.”

“…Understood.”

Leaving the silent Claire, who was chewing on her words, I sat on the sofa. My stomach felt bloated because of all the semen that had gone down my throat.

My throat was scratchy… needless to say.

Leaning back on the sofa, I realized my entire body was drenched in sweat. Well, it was natural, considering I had my face shoved under the desk, inside her Nun’s Habit.

…Of course, other reasons probably played a part too.

My sweat-soaked hair clung to my face, making me feel uncomfortable.

The Nun’s Habit, which already clung as if to emphasize her figure and reveal her silhouette, now clung even more due to the sweat, starkly showing her body.

Anyway, there was no one to see… Oh, right, Claire was here.

Looking around, Claire, who had been sitting at the desk, was now sitting across from me. Her face was still complex, but she seemed calm.

…Claire will be fine. She was struggling even to rub it herself. And… she’s a woman, after all.

Right now… she does have it attached, but. She’ll be fine. Definitely. Yeah.

First… getting rid of that hideous thing is the priority.

“Claire.”

“…Yes.”

“For now… let’s finish getting rid of it. It’ll probably disappear if we make it ejaculate once or twice more, like just now.”

“…Okay.”

Claire, who replied thus, got up from her seat, approached the door, and locked it. She looked at me, then blushed, as if embarrassed.

“B-Because it wouldn’t do if someone suddenly came in like just now… There’s no other particular reason.”

“Did anyone say anything…?”

Claire, who frowned as if in a bad mood, sat down across from me again. The rod bulging out over her Nun’s Habit was still there. I stared at it for a moment, then got up from my seat and sat next to Claire.

Then, I felt Claire flinch and tremble.

“What’s wrong?”

“No… it’s just… I thought you were going to do it again. You… suffered through that.”

It seemed she had been worried after all. Somehow… her normal reaction made my heart ache. I let my guard down and blurted out words without thinking.

Perhaps my trust in Claire also played a part.

“…It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Used… to it?”

I felt Claire’s demeanor, which had been hesitant, change. Only then did I realize I had made a slip of the tongue.

“Uh… well.”

“What do you mean? ‘Used to it’?”

It felt as if the temperature in the room had dropped. Claire looked down at me and asked in a quiet voice. Her orange eyes sharply scanned my body.

“You… don’t tell me your body has changed….”

“N-No! It’s not like that! I’ll explain….”

This time, I had to pull myself together and explain to Claire what had happened to me. That I didn’t enjoy such things, and that I had been forced to do them due to an accident. That I had never… indulged of my own will.

Claire, who had been listening to my words patiently, narrowed her eyes and asked a question. The rod was still stiff.

“So, it’s not… what I’m thinking?”

“O-Of course not! What do you take me for?”

Claire’s reaction after hearing the story was… milder than I expected.

Come to think of it, even when I explained earlier, she didn’t say much about the Homunculus. Considering her Academy days, I thought she might scold me for daring to trespass into God’s domain.

“…Alright. Be careful so that such things don’t happen again in the future. I’d prefer it if you didn’t get close to that Homunculus, but from what you’re saying, that possibility seems low.”

“Haha….”

It seemed I had unconsciously defended Cecil while explaining.

Does that mean… Cecil’s presence has grown that much within me?

When I first met her, I clearly thought I could… sacrifice her if it meant returning. But now… well, could I really do that?

Even when I first met her, I was reluctant because of the lingering memories of a past life….

Now, having laughed and chatted together, and grown fond of her as if she were family.

Could I really do that?

From the very beginning, proceeding with the research while excluding the biggest possibility… I wondered if that wasn’t already saying it was impossible.

Because of my attitude, Veronica and Master… probably don’t bring up that topic either.

“Asha?”

“…Sorry, I was just… thinking for a moment.”

“What are you thinking about that makes your face so serious?”

“…It’s just something.”

When I said that, Claire laughed playfully and stroked my head.

For now… I quietly accepted it. Because ever since some point, I had liked… having my head stroked. In the past, I would have pushed her hand away.

“…You really have changed. You.”

“….”

And she herself had changed quite a bit, too.

Feeling grumpy for no reason, I pushed Claire’s hand away. And… I reached out my hand towards her lower body. And I spoke calmly. In a businesslike manner.

“…Let’s just take care of this.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“It’s not like that.”

…Considering what had to be done from now on, it was quite a pleasant conversation.