Arduous Journey

Taking lessons from past experiences, I first told Cecil, while being held by her, to go to the Workshop.

The strong Cecil lifted me without difficulty, but there was one problem.

Because it hadn’t been pulled out yet, it was still inserted… a not-so-minor, a very big problem.

Every time Cecil took a step, pressure was applied to my swollen belly.

“Aah… ugh.”

As Cecil, who was walking with long strides, trembled, the pressure I felt increased slightly.

My breath caught in my throat.

Cecil groaned and took another step.

If she hugged my back, my belly would be pressed, making it extremely uncomfortable.

‘…It’s not like I’m pregnant.’

In a way, it did seem like a state similar to pregnancy.

If I think about it, the things currently inside my belly combining… would lead to pregnancy.

If I really were to get pregnant, would it feel like this?

…I don’t particularly want to know.

I finally arrived at the Workshop and collected myself.

As I pulled out Cecil’s rod, which had shrunk a little, the condom remained inside my body, just like last time.

My body swayed.

Supported by Cecil, when I looked down, I saw my bulging belly.

‘…It really looks like I’m pregnant.’

I shook my head and told Cecil to bring a beaker.

“Could you bring the biggest one possible…?”

“Understood.”

Cecil, though smaller than before, still twitched her firm rod and moved around the Workshop.

Meanwhile, I held the opening of the condom that was outside my body and lifted it up.

Touching the semen was one thing, but if even a little spilled, it was obvious it would become a headache.

I sat on a small chair and took a deep breath.

When I stroked my swollen belly… the feeling was strange… so I withdrew my hand.

In the meantime, Cecil brought a large beaker.

With a clinking sound, the beaker was placed in front of me.

“I’ve brought it, Asha-nim!”

“…Thank you.”

I stroked Cecil’s head as she twitched her rod like a dog’s tail and smiled, and took another deep breath.

Pulling this out right away would probably be difficult.

First, emptying what was inside was the top priority.

While sitting on the chair, I spread my legs and let the condom’s opening hang into the beaker.

Then, from the downward-facing opening, something white and sticky dripped out little by little.

‘….’

A sudden wave of self-loathing washed over me, but there was nothing I could do.

In that state, I placed my hand on my belly.

As I pressed firmly.

“Hakkuk!?”

Like a carbonated drink that had been shaken vigorously bursting open, pale semen gushed out from the opening with a whoosh.

Every time I pressed my belly firmly, a ticklish pleasure rose from within.

“Hoo… hngh….”

“A-Asha-nim? A-are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine….”

I felt that with my own strength, it would be endless.

After hesitating for a moment, I took out an extra condom that I had put inside my clothes and handed it to Cecil.

“Cecil… you know how to put ‘that’ on now, right? Put it on and come behind me, please?”

“Yes, Asha-nim.”

Once again, Cecil’s rod was wrapped in green.

…The events from a little while ago came to mind, but I tried hard to compose myself.

Since we agreed to talk again after this was over, nothing unusual would happen.

In the first place, putting a condom on Cecil now was… to prepare for any unforeseen risks.

There was no other reason.

As Cecil approached, I felt a hot, scorching heat from behind my back.

I swallowed hard and said to Cecil.

“…Could you press my belly?”

“My Lady Asha’s belly, you mean?”

“Yes… not too hard… just gently….”

I recalled Cecil’s physical strength.

She was incomparably stronger than me.

Therefore, if I didn’t limit her like this, my waist might fold in half.

I often had her lift things or make Potions, but….

Since this was the first time for such a task, she might be overly enthusiastic… and apply excessive force.

…Just like she rammed her rod in a little while ago, asking me to love her.

‘Still, she’s a child who understands if I tell her.’

“Understood!”

Cecil, who replied joyfully, placed her hand on my belly.

It was warm and soft.

Cecil giggled and said.

“Asha-nim’s belly is bulging!”

“…It is.”

That’s all the semen you ejaculated, isn’t it….

I don’t know what was so amusing, but at the touch of her gently stroking my belly, my body flinched and trembled.

It seemed to be because the expanded condom was pressing down on my insides.

“Ce-Cecil, stop playing around… could you press it quickly?”

“S-sorry….”

“I’m not really scolding you, so don’t be disheartened….”

She became sullen so quickly, which made me feel weak.

“Then, I will press. Asha-nim.”

“Mm….”

As I replied to Cecil’s question.

From the hand placed on my belly, I began to feel strength.

With a strength that was too embarrassing to compare to my own pressing, Cecil pressed my belly firmly.

“Hweik!?”

I heard a ‘tzz-poo-poo’ sound and felt my belly flattening.

Using the condom as a protective barrier, scraping my insides, the semen was expelled with a ‘pooshook’ sound.

I held my thighs, which were contracting on their own, and spread my legs.

With the shallow pleasure, my whole body trembled and saliva drooled from my tightly closed mouth.

Even then, from inside me, wulkuk wulkuk.

Semen leaked out.

The sticky clumps pressed against everything around them and slowly, steadily pushed themselves out.

“Hegeuk!!!”

Rough breaths and groans naturally escaped my mouth, and Cecil, hearing them, called out to me in a worried voice.

“A-Asha-nim, are you alright?”

“I-I’m f-fine… K-keep going….”

Since it was a process I had to go through anyway, I told Cecil to continue.

Cecil hesitated, but still pressed my belly firmly.

My mind melting.

Wulkuk, wulkuk.

Chambang, chambang.

As the sound of semen being expelled and collecting began to subside.

My belly flattened again, and I was able to safely remove the condom that was inside.

“Haa… hooh….”

As I exhaled and looked at the beaker… that large thing was almost full, and I could see the pale semen sloshing around.

It seemed that the Suppressant might not be very effective for Cecil.

It seemed to have a temporary suppressive effect, but.

The suppressed things didn’t disappear, but rather accumulated without being resolved and then seemed to explode all at once.

Her constantly clinging to me and coming to hug me while I was asleep, I wondered if those actions weren’t due to that.

What proved that was the beaker full of semen.

A distinctly different amount than when I performed her ‘daily routine’ or collected it.

Furthermore, even after ejaculating so much.

…Cecil’s rod was erect again, casting a greenish shadow on the floor.

‘I shouldn’t give it to her….’

The fact that I gave her the Neutralizing Agent might have contributed to it to some extent, but… it was an unchanging fact that it had fundamentally accumulated that much.

There’s even a saying that holding it in makes you sick, so it would be better to stop intentionally suppressing it.

Then suddenly, a good idea flashed through my mind.

‘…Could I sell it as a male-exclusive succubus decisive medicine?’

I thought there might be some demand for it.

“Asha-nim?”

“Ah, yes.”

I came to my senses at Cecil’s voice and began cleaning up.

I asked Cecil to seal the large beaker full of semen and put it in the Preservation Box… then I stroked Cecil’s rod, which had become stiff again.

It would have been good if it had subsided on its own, but… there was no sign of that happening.

This time, reaching ejaculation took a bit longer.

Whether stimulation by hand alone was insufficient, or if it was because she had ejaculated so much earlier… I wasn’t sure.

Grateful to my Companions who hadn’t returned yet… inside the empty Workshop, I held Cecil’s rod and diligently shook it.

Only when my arm started to ache.

“A-Asha-nim, I-I think it’s coming out….”

“…Ejaculate it all.”

I felt the semen surge, surge through the rod in my hand.

Calming my trembling body, I transferred the semen from the condom, which had finished ejaculating, into the beaker.

When I came to my senses, the Workshop was filled with a sweet scent.

I quickly put the second beaker into the Preservation Box and opened the window to ventilate.

‘…The floor is a mess too.’

I hadn’t spilled any semen, but.

The water I had expelled, or saliva, was soaking the floor, so it needed some cleaning.

Before the other Companions arrived.

Together with Cecil, who was now quiet, I cleaned the traces that extended from the corridor to the Workshop.

…It was mostly water expelled from my body, and the amount was enormous.

It was enough to make me wonder if I should praise myself for not collapsing or fainting from dehydration.

‘I am thirsty, though.’

While wiping the abundant moisture spilled on the floor, I replenished my lacking fluids.

…I didn’t drink the moisture on the floor, I just drank water normally.

Still, it seemed I had gained quite a bit of stamina, it was manageable. I didn’t faint either.

Although I was drenched in sweat.

Next, after gathering them for laundry.

I washed my sweat-drenched body.

For the clothes to change into, I didn’t want to stimulate Cecil further, so I wanted to wear something as modest as possible.

…Because I hadn’t forgotten the morning’s experience, instead of Veronica’s dressing room, I reluctantly looked for clothes in Claudia’s room.

The pants were a bit too loose, but I could just wear a belt, and I folded up the excess.

I also borrowed a shirt, and this was definitely a bit big.

Perhaps because of certain parts… it was especially large.

‘…Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable if it’s this big?’

Anyway, I folded it neatly and painstakingly adjusted it to fit my body.

Just in case I couldn’t meet Claudia, I left a note saying I borrowed clothes.

I sat opposite Cecil at the table.

Perhaps because I had been busy with this and that, it was truly a long-awaited Education time.

…It was time to teach Cecil the correct knowledge.