Chapter 22 – Placing the Target at the Center…

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Cecile went down to the workshop. This was because Lady Asha had called for her. She had said they wouldn’t be making potions today, so what could it be?

But anything was fine. Cecile was happy just helping Lady Asha!

She walked cheerfully through the darkened house and opened the workshop door. It was slightly cold.

Beyond the gently opened door, Lady Asha was sitting in a chair.

Her green eyes, seemingly lost in thought and somewhat dazed, were shining. Sensing Cecile’s presence, she ruffled her cotton candy-like light pink hair and looked at Cecile.

It made Cecile happy to see her wearing the clothes they had bought together.

“I’m here, Lady Asha!”

“Ah… you came.”

Lady Asha, who had been looking not at Cecile’s eyes but somewhere lower, shook her head vigorously. She smelled like Cecile.

“Um… sorry for calling you so suddenly this late.”

“It’s fine! Cecile likes helping Lady Asha!”

“…Right.”

Lady Asha looked at her with a cloudy expression and approached. She seemed to mutter something about finishing quickly.

She was holding a large beaker in her hand.

“Today… I’m planning to collect what comes out of Cecile’s hard thing… in this.”

“Like when we first met, you mean?”

“Ah… yes. That’s right.”

Lady Asha’s face seemed to redden slightly. Was she remembering her first meeting with Cecile?

“Ahem… anyway, I’m sorry to ask you this, but… could you… make it hard?”

“Understood!”

Cecile answered Lady Asha like that, but… she didn’t know how to make it hard. While she was flustered, unable to make it hard, Lady Asha’s voice reached her.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

“Well… Cecile doesn’t really know how to make it hard. It always just… became hard on its own.”

At Cecile’s words, Lady Asha’s face clouded over like before. But this time, as if the sun were hiding between those clouds, her face was red.

After a moment of silence, Lady Asha muttered that there was no choice but to go back, and placed the beaker on the table.

While Cecile tilted her head in confusion, Lady Asha grabbed the hem of her dress with trembling hands and pulled it up.

This revealed Lady Asha’s snow-white thighs. The underwear she had reluctantly put on at Ariel’s insistence was barely visible.

Lady Asha’s face turned bright red. It was so red that Cecile thought it looked similar to her sweet light pink hair.

Looking at this scene, Cecile noticed. Somehow, she had become painfully hard.

Unlike Lady Asha who was pulling up her dress hem, Cecile’s hard thing was sticking out, lifting the dress.

Only then did Cecile fully understand that becoming hard was because of Lady Asha.

It wasn’t just because she made Cecile run. It was clear that Lady Asha’s very existence was what made her hard.

Otherwise, there’s no way she would become this hard.

If putting the hard rod into a hole is something done between people who love each other, with exceptions… wouldn’t this be love?

Moreover, Lady Asha standing in front of Cecile holding her dress is not in pain like last night.

Then why… is Lady Asha denying it?

Ah! Clearly, she must be feeling shy. Just like when Lady Asha’s nipples were hiding.

While Cecile’s thoughts were spreading out, Lady Asha’s trembling voice was heard.

“Ce-Cecile? It seems like it’s ready now….”

“…Yes! It’s hard now, Lady Asha!”

Cecile felt Lady Asha’s glancing gaze. It was especially hard today. Was it because she hadn’t done it in the morning? Cecile wasn’t sure about that.

But… if both having the rod and becoming hard were because of Lady Asha… wouldn’t it be right for Lady Asha to help?

Although… she probably wouldn’t allow her hole due to embarrassment.

So… isn’t this a reasonable request?

“Lady Asha….”

“Yes…?”

“Would it be alright… if Lady Asha touched it?”

“…”

“Is it not possible…?”

After hesitating for a moment, Lady Asha sighed and came even closer. She took out gloves from the coat she was wearing and whispered softly from the side.

“…Tell me when you’re about to come out, because I need to collect it in the beaker.”

“Understood!”

“Then hold your clothes… up.”

“Yes!”

As Cecile held her clothes against her navel, Lady Asha placed the beaker in front of Cecile and reached out her hand. Cecile felt the soft and cool touch of the glove on the mushroom-like part of her rod.

But it was fine. Because beyond that, she could feel Lady Asha’s warm body temperature. When Lady Asha finally moved her hand… It hurt.

“L-Lady Asha, it, it hurts….”

“Huh?”

Lady Asha was also surprised. Looking at it now, it was a bit different from usual. Normally, water would flow from the tip, making it fine for Cecile or Lady Asha to touch it… but today it looked dry.

Why was that? Cecile’s rod was harder than ever before… but no water was coming out.

Thinking about it made her scared.

“Am, am I bad, Cecile? Because I’m, I’m defective?”

“…As I said before, that’s not it. If you become hard too suddenly… this can happen… I think?”

“Is, is that so?”

“Probably…?”

As expected, Lady Asha is knowledgeable. Even though Lady Asha clearly doesn’t have a hard thing attached to her, she knows a lot.

After pondering for a moment, Lady Asha moved her mouth… and wet the glove with saliva.

“Bleh….”

A silver thread connected from Lady Asha’s mouth to her hand. Lady Asha was about to grab Cecile’s rod but paused.

“You, you might think it’s a bit dirty… but it’s… better than being in pain, right?”

She said this while blushing. Cecile’s rod seemed to get a little… harder.

“…It’s fine, Lady Asha.”

“Okay… then… I’ll do it.”

The glove, warmed by Lady Asha’s body temperature, began to rub Cecile’s rod along with the thoroughly applied saliva. Now it didn’t hurt. Lady Asha’s slippery moving hand felt good.

Lady Asha touched only the places that made Cecile feel good, as if she already knew. She rubbed vigorously with squelching sounds.

So the water that usually came from Cecile’s rod began to leak out a little.

“Lady Asha! Water is coming out!”

“…You, you don’t have to tell me that.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes….”

“I understand, hnn… I do.”

As the water leaked out, Lady Asha’s hand gradually became faster. She still persistently touched only the mushroom-like part, not the entire rod.

Feeling that stimulation… Cecile couldn’t help but remember… last night when her entire rod was wrapped in Lady Asha’s warm flesh.

Cecile involuntarily jerked her hips. Lady Asha flinched at the unexpected reaction. When Cecile’s hips calmed down, she silently moved her hand again.

Around the time the squelching sounds completely mixed with splashing water sounds, a sweet scent began to emerge. It was a familiar scent. Lady Asha’s scent.

Lady Asha’s face, which had become slightly pale, began to turn red again. That scent made Cecile feel as if she was getting intoxicated like Lady Ariel. Like before, Cecile involuntarily moved her hips again.

This time, Lady Asha didn’t flinch. Rather, she moved her hand in rhythm with Cecile’s hip movements.

It wasn’t comparable to being completely enveloped… but it felt good. Soon signals began to come that it would come out soon. The part of the rod that Lady Asha’s hand couldn’t reach was throbbing.

“L-Lady Asha, soon… I think it’s coming out.”

“Uh, uh w-wait a moment.”

She seemed somehow flustered. It felt like light had returned to her eyes, which had been hazily relaxed.

Lady Asha, who was hurriedly holding the beaker in one hand, sighed and put the beaker back on the floor.

Then she completely pressed her body against Cecile. From behind Cecile’s back, she grabbed the rod and whispered.

“…I’ll aim it like this.”

Actually, the rest could have been done with Cecile moving her hand and Lady Asha receiving it… but Cecile didn’t add any words. No, she couldn’t. In fact, there was no time.

It felt… too good. Cecile’s mind was filled with Lady Asha’s hand, the warm breath emanating from beside her, and… the intensified sweet scent.

“Ye-yes….”

Lady Asha precariously touched the mushroom part while using her other hand to position Cecile’s rod against the beaker.

Eventually, with a familiar sound in her ears, Cecile began to release.

What Lady Asha wanted.

“L-Lady Asha, it’s, it’s coming out now…!”

“…Yes.”

With a heated response, white liquid began to fill the beaker from the bottom. Lady Asha moved Cecile’s rod as if familiar with it, filling the beaker.

Except for a near crisis when the beaker almost tipped over from hitting the side rather than the bottom… she was able to pour out all the liquid Lady Asha wanted without leaving any behind.

While momentarily immersed in the afterglow of release, Cecile heard Lady Asha whispering.

“…Cecile, um… do you think… you might have more?”

“I’m not… sure.”

Though she answered like that, Cecile’s rod, as if it were a different creature from Cecile, began to harden again at Lady Asha’s whisper.

Lady Asha brought a new beaker with a reddened face.

KatTL