Aim for the center…

Cecil went down to the Workshop. This was because Asha-nim had called her. Asha-nim had said they wouldn’t be making potions today, so what could it be?

However, anything was fine. Cecil was happy just to help Asha-nim!

She bravely walked through the darkened house and opened the Workshop door. It was slightly cold.

Beyond the softly opened door, Asha-nim was seated in a chair.

Her green eyes, lost in thought and somewhat dazed, were shining. Perhaps sensing Cecil’s presence, she ruffled her light pink hair, which resembled cloud candy, and looked at Cecil.

Seeing her wear the clothes they had bought together made Cecil feel good.

“I’ve come down! Asha-nim!”

“Ah… you’re here.”

Asha-nim, who had been looking downwards instead of at Cecil’s eyes, shook her head vigorously. She smelled just like Cecil.

“Hmm… I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly at this late hour.”

“It’s alright! Cecil likes helping Asha-nim!”

“…Right.”

Asha-nim looked at me with a cloudy expression, then approached. She seemed to have muttered softly, ‘Let’s finish this quickly.’

She was holding a large beaker in her hand.

“Today… I’m thinking of collecting what comes out of Cecil’s hard thing… into this.”

“Like the day we first met?”

“Ah… yes. That’s right.”

Asha-nim’s face seemed to redden slightly. Was she recalling her first meeting with Cecil?

“Ahem… Anyway, I’m sorry, Cecil, but… could you make it… hard?”

“Understood!”

Cecil replied to Asha-nim that she understood… but she didn’t know how to make it hard. As she stood there flustered, unable to make it hard, Asha-nim’s voice reached her.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

“Well… Cecil doesn’t quite know how to make it hard. It always just… got hard on its own.”

At Cecil’s words, Asha-nim’s face clouded over, just like before. But this time, it was red, as if the sun was hidden within the clouds.

Asha-nim, who had been silent for a moment, muttered, ‘There’s no choice but to do this.’ Then, she placed the beaker on the table.

While Cecil tilted her head, Asha-nim, with trembling hands, grabbed the bottom hem of her dress and pulled it up, holding it there.

Then Asha-nim’s pure white thighs were revealed. Her underwear, which she had reluctantly and forcibly worn at Ariel-nim’s insistence, was barely visible.

Asha-nim’s face turned bright red. It was so red that it made Cecil think it resembled her sweet, light pink hair.

Cecil, looking at that sight, realized something. It had already become so hard it hurt.

Unlike Asha-nim, who was holding and pulling up the hem of her dress, Cecil’s hard thing was sticking out, and her dress was pushed back.

Only then did Cecil fully understand that her becoming hard was Asha-nim’s fault.

It wasn’t just because Asha-nim made Cecil run. Asha-nim’s very existence clearly made Cecil hard.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t get this hard.

Considering that putting a hard rod into a hole is something lovers do, with exceptions… wouldn’t this be love?

Moreover, Asha-nim, who was holding her dress in front of Cecil, wasn’t in pain like last night.

If so, why was Asha-nim… denying it?

Ah! It was clear she was embarrassed. Just like Asha-nim’s breasts were hidden.

As Cecil’s thoughts wandered, Asha-nim’s trembling voice reached her.

“Ce-Cecil? I think that’s enough….”

“…Yes! It’s hard, Asha-nim!”

Cecil felt Asha-nim’s fleeting gaze. It was exceptionally hard today. Was it because she hadn’t done it this morning? Cecil wasn’t sure about that.

But… if both the fact that she had it and her becoming hard were Asha-nim’s fault… wouldn’t it be right for Asha-nim to help?

Although… she probably wouldn’t allow the hole out of embarrassment.

So… wouldn’t this be a legitimate request?

“Asha-nim….”

“Hm…?”

“Asha-nim… wouldn’t you mind touching it?”

“….”

“Would that be… impossible?”

Asha-nim, who had hesitated for a moment, sighed and came even closer. She took out a glove from the gown she was wearing and whispered softly beside Cecil.

“…If it feels like it’s going to come out, you have to tell me, because I need to collect it in the beaker.”

“Understood!”

“Then hold your clothes… up.”

“Yes!”

As Cecil pressed her clothes against her navel, Asha-nim, who had placed the beaker in front of her, reached out her hand. Cecil felt the soft, cold sensation of the glove on the mushroom-shaped part of her rod.

But it was alright. She could feel Asha-nim’s warm body temperature beyond it. Soon, Asha-nim moved her hand… and it hurt.

“Ah, Asha-nim, it, it hurts….”

“Huh?”

Asha-nim was also flustered. Looking at it now, it was a little different from usual. Normally, fluid would flow from the tip, and it would be fine whether Cecil touched it or Asha-nim touched it… but today, it looked dry.

Why was that? Cecil’s rod was harder than ever… but no fluid was coming out.

Thinking that, she felt scared.

“I-Is Cecil bad? I-Is she defective?”

“…I told you last time, that’s not it. If it gets hard… too suddenly… it can be like this, too, I guess?”

“I-Is that so?”

“Probably…?”

As expected, Asha-nim was knowledgeable. Even though Asha-nim clearly didn’t have a hard thing attached to her, she knew many things.

Asha-nim, who had been pondering for a moment, pursed her lips… and then applied saliva to the glove.

“Bleh….”

A silver thread emerged from Asha-nim’s mouth and connected to her hand. Asha-nim, who was about to grab Cecil’s rod with it, paused.

“Y-You might think it’s a little dirty… but it’s better than… it hurting, right?”

As she said that, her face reddened. Cecil’s rod seemed to have gotten a little… harder.

“…It’s alright, Asha-nim.”

“Okay… then… I’ll do it.”

The glove, warmed by Asha-nim’s body temperature, began to rub Cecil’s rod, now thoroughly coated with saliva. It no longer hurt. Asha-nim’s slick, moving hand felt good.

Asha-nim touched only the spots that felt good to Cecil, as if she already knew. It was vigorously rubbed with a squelching sound.

And so, the fluid that normally came from Cecil’s rod began to seep out little by little.

“Asha-nim! Fluid came out!”

“…Th-That, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah….”

“Understoo- Hngh… -d.”

As the fluid seeped out, Asha-nim’s hand gradually sped up. She continued to persistently touch only the mushroom-shaped part, not the entire rod.

As she felt that stimulation… the previous night, when Cecil’s entire rod had been enveloped by Asha-nim’s warm flesh… came to mind.

Cecil involuntarily twitched and thrust her hips. Asha-nim flinched at the unexpected reaction. Once Cecil’s hips quieted, Asha-nim silently moved her hand again.

By the time the squelching sound was completely mixed with the splashing sound of fluid, a sweet scent began to emerge. It was a familiar scent. It was Asha-nim’s scent.

Asha-nim’s slightly pale face began to flush red again. Cecil felt as if she was getting intoxicated by that scent, just like Ariel-nim. Just like before, Cecil involuntarily moved her hips.

This time, Asha-nim didn’t flinch. Instead, she moved her hand in sync with Cecil’s hip movements.

While it couldn’t compare to being fully enveloped… it felt good. Signals that it would come out soon began to arrive. The part of Cecil’s rod not touched by Asha-nim’s hand was throbbing.

“Ah, Asha-nim, it’s going to… come out soon.”

“Uh, uh, wa-wait a moment.”

She seemed flustered for some reason. It felt as if the light had returned to her hazy, unfocused eyes.

Asha-nim, who had been fumbling with the beaker in one hand, sighed and then placed the beaker back on the floor.

Then she pressed her body completely against Cecil. She held Cecil’s rod from behind her back and whispered.

“…I’ll aim it like this.”

Actually, Cecil thought she could just move her hand and Asha-nim could receive it… but Cecil didn’t bother to add anything. No, she couldn’t. In fact, she didn’t have the time to.

Because it felt… too good. Cecil’s mind was filled with Asha-nim’s hand, the warm breath emanating from beside her, and… the deepening sweet scent.

“Ye-Yeah….”

Asha-nim delicately touched the mushroom part while bringing Cecil’s rod to the beaker with her other hand.

Soon, a familiar sound reached her ears, and Cecil began to release it.

What Asha-nim desired.

“Ah, Asha-nim, it’s, it’s coming out now…!”

“…Right.”

With a heated reply, a white substance began to fill the beaker from the bottom. Asha-nim, as if accustomed to it, moved Cecil’s rod to fill the beaker.

Except for the crisis when the beaker almost tipped over after hitting its side instead of the bottom… Cecil was able to fully release the fluid Asha-nim desired.

While momentarily immersed in the afterglow of the release, Asha-nim’s whisper reached her.

“…Cecil, that… perhaps… do you think more will come out?”

“I’m not… sure.”

Although she replied that, Cecil’s rod began to harden again at Asha-nim’s whisper, as if it were a different creature from Cecil herself.

Asha-nim, with a flushed face, brought over a new beaker.