Chapter 17 – Don’t Try This at Home

Ŕｅａɗ өη ΚɑｔṚеаɗıո​ｇС​а​ｆｅ

After laughing heartily, I noticed my master’s blank stare. Sweat trickled down my back. “Done laughing?” 

“…Ahem, yes.” 

“Then… Cecile, was it? Take her away.” 

“Have you already finished examining her?” 

“While you were busy laughing.” 

“…I’m sorry.”

I took Cecile’s hand and helped her down from the table. Her thing was still in an enlarged state. Her face was slightly flushed. Once on the floor, she twitched as if ticklish.

“Do you have any of her fluid collected?” 

“It’s in the workshop.” 

“Let’s take a look.” 

“Then we should move to the workshop.”

I wanted to move to the workshop with my master, but I noticed Cecile still bulging her dress. However, my priority was to escort my master to the workshop, so I led the way.

After showing her the beaker containing the fluid I had kept in the preservation box and excusing myself, I returned to the reception room to check on Cecile’s condition, but… Cecile wasn’t there.

“Cecile?” There was no answer when I called her name. As I left the reception room searching for Cecile, I heard a voice. Following it, I came to a bathroom with a slightly open door. …It seemed she couldn’t hold it anymore. To check on Cecile’s condition, I brought my face to the door crack.

“Ah, Asha-aah…” Cecile was moving her hand while wrapping her thing with the dress she always had in her mouth. Instead of the usual splashing or squelching sounds, I heard a somewhat rougher sound.

Yet she still looked unsatisfied. Becoming tense at the sight, I swallowed hard and must have touched the door, as a creaking sound rang out. Cecile heard the sound and our eyes met. Her hazy eyes seemed to have regained a bit of reason.

“…Ah, Asha?” 

“Uh, yeah… y-you were doing it.” …Somehow it felt awkward. Is this how parents feel when they open the door and catch their child masturbating? Come to think of it, I see this every morning, so why should I feel this way? It’s just routine… uh… isn’t something strange here?

Before the thought of strangeness could take over my mind, Cecile’s voice reached me. “Ah, Asha, please help me.” 

“Huh?” “W-without you here… it won’t come out… C-could you help me… like yesterday?” 

“Yesterday…?”

The memory of leaning against Cecile and twitching my hips came back. I shook my head to clear all thoughts. “N-no, that’s not possible.” 

“W-why not?” 

“…Yesterday was a bit… A-anyway, there are reasons.”

Cecile looked at me as if the sky had fallen. Her hand still hadn’t stopped. …That look won’t change what can’t be done.

Seeing Cecile looking at me with a face mixed with vague stimulation and sadness made me feel bad. Finally, I sighed and pressed my body close to Cecile. And then… I took out gloves from my coat. Thinking they were a bit thin, I took out two pairs. And put them on my hand.

As I got closer, Cecile brought her face near, and I said: “It’s not like yesterday… but I’ll help you with my hand.” Cecile seemed too aroused to speak and just nodded… her rod twitching.

Honestly, I wondered if my touch would be any different since Cecile couldn’t finish with her own hand, but… I didn’t want to straddle her and twitch my hips like yesterday. …Yesterday was definitely influenced by something.

First, I removed the dress that Cecile had been gripping and shaking. The dress, which in the morning would be soaked with Cecile’s saliva, was now drenched with what appeared to be fluid leaking from Cecile’s thing. …It also seemed a bit sticky. This would be difficult to wear again.

“…You’ll need to change clothes when we’re done.” 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

“…”

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to respond. In the end, without giving an answer, I reached for Cecile’s thing. Though I flinched slightly at its somewhat intimidating appearance, I gathered courage at the sight of Cecile moaning.

The first impression was literally heat. Despite wearing two layers of gloves, the heat was vividly transmitted. It might be because the gloves were thin, but… was it always this hot? Yesterday’s memory was hazy, so I couldn’t recall clearly. The thing that used to be attached to me… didn’t seem like this.

…I keep comparing Cecile and myself. Is it because it detached from me and attached to Cecile? Somehow my feelings were complex.

After the heat came hardness. It was so firm that the vein-like parts protruding on the surface made it feel like human flesh. No wonder people feel like they’re dying when this enters them. I shook my head again at the recurring memory and reached out to touch the tip, but the distance was insufficient. Because Cecile was pressed so close, I couldn’t bend my body.

Eventually, only after lifting up from Cecile’s crotch… could I touch the tip. It’s a late realization to have, but… it was heavy. Being lifted upward created the problem of it getting closer to my face, but I endured it. If you ask why I was fixated on the tip… based on my past memories and… from my furtive observations, this seemed to be Cecile’s erogenous zone.

It couldn’t be helped if I wanted to finish quickly. My master would be waiting too. “Hnng…”

As if I was right, Cecile let out a slightly suppressed moan. But does my touch… make a difference? Though the question remained, I continued moving my hand.

When I lowered my hand, the spread tip caught on my hand. When I raised it, that part caught again and pushed my hand slightly outward. With the transparent fluid coming from the tip, I continued rubbing. Each time, Cecile’s thing twitched and trembled greatly.

After going back and forth a few times… honestly, it was tiring. It was burdensome to hold with my hand. “Ce-Cecile, could you hold the bottom part?” 

“Yes…heh…”

Cecile seemed pleased just from that… her face was dreamy. Somehow I gained confidence from seeing her enjoy it despite my simple rubbing technique— No, why am I gaining confidence in this? I was just glad it would end quickly.

It was much better when Cecile held the shaft. I moved my hand mechanically. With the weight reduced, I had a bit more freedom. Holding Cecile’s back with one hand and rubbing her thing with the other felt a bit strange, but I deliberately ignored it. Thinking I no longer needed to look at what I was rubbing, I looked at Cecile’s face instead.

She had buried her face in my chest and was breathing heavily. My chest tickled from Cecile’s hot breath. The bathroom began to fill with a sweet scent. I thought I needed to finish before suffocating in that almost asphyxiating sweetness. I moved my hand even faster.

“Ah, Asha… t-too fast.” 

“…Bear with it a little, we need to finish quickly and go back.” 

“Hnng… o-okay…”

Why did I feel like I was the one tormenting her? Clearly, I was the one experiencing the unpleasant situation, wasn’t I? …I thought it might be because Cecile’s face was cute.

As I stroked a bit faster, I could feel the throbbing even through the gloves. I could intuitively tell it would come out soon without having to hear it from Cecile. The outer glove was already soaked with fluid from Cecile. I thought it might soon seep through to the inside.

“Ah, Asha, i-it’s coming…” 

“Could you be a bit quieter… my master is outside.”

With Cecile’s announcement, I lowered my hand from the tip and aimed the hot rod, which had been lifted upward, forward. …Otherwise, it was obvious it would spurt like a fountain and make a mess of everything.

Fortunately, Cecile cooperated willingly. I was worried she might continue holding it, distracted by the rubbing… but that wasn’t the case. It would be terrible enough to be caught in this scene by my master, but if she saw me going into heat from contact with the fluid and wildly shaking my hips… no, I didn’t want to imagine it.

Soon, with a spurting sound, Cecile began to ejaculate. I could directly feel the rod I was holding forcefully expelling. The word “gulping” automatically came to mind. I was momentarily impressed by that life-affirming display, then shook my head. What was I impressed by…

Cecile’s ejaculation was… a bit longer than usual. Even though she must have released in the morning, the amount seemed similar or more. What could have… stimulated Cecile? I had been trying to figure out how to make her erect in a wholesome way to show my master, but… somehow Cecile was already in an erect state. …Not that it really matters.

Cecile’s large rod, which had been forcefully expelling semen, diminished. Cecile mumbled against my chest: “Th-thank you, Asha…” 

“…Let’s clean up quickly and go back.” 

“Yes…” Her breath tickled my chest.

After finally finishing the cleanup and returning to the workshop… I saw my master dipping her finger in Cecile’s fluid and putting it in her mouth. No, why are you doing that!!!!!

KatTL