Chapter 23 – Confused Alchemist

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I was startled when Cecile suddenly moved her hips.

…Well, how could I not be surprised? When something that had been inside me before was throbbing, it’s normal to instinctively flinch, isn’t it?

Still, after confirming that Cecile had no ill intentions, I was fine from the second time onward.

Rather, when I moved my hand in rhythm with Cecile’s hip movements, I could feel her expression melting away.

Seeing that pretty face stained with an indecent expression always felt… strange. Eyes losing focus, exhaling hot breaths with a flushed face. An expression that looked like drool might spill from those moist lips at any moment.

…I felt like I was always being deceived by this cute and seemingly harmless face. When looking at her face, my male self whispers that it’s cute, so what’s the problem?

But…

When I look down where my saliva and the liquid flowing from Cecile’s mushroom-like tip mix together, making obscene, even vulgar splashing sounds… I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m feeling.

A sweet scent began to spread around us. Was it because I was aware that it made my body feel strange?

Like a dog trained with food, I could feel my body slowly getting hotter and hotter.

With a slightly dazed mind… I focused on moving my hand. As if that was my only mission.

Grasping the hot rod that was no longer dependent on me… no, “resting on” would be a better expression. I continued to stroke the rod that somehow seemed to be getting more and more ferocious with my gloved hand.

Particularly focusing on the front part that made Cecile unconsciously moan with every touch.

Perhaps because I was so focused without realizing it, I was momentarily flustered by Cecile’s sudden words, but I gathered my wits and remembered what I needed to do. Right, collecting essence was what I had to do today.

To return my body to its original form.

I held the beaker while caressing Cecile’s rod, but… naturally, the position wasn’t working. In that case, I could let Cecile handle the rest while I received it, but…

For some reason, the option of stopping touching Cecile’s rod didn’t occur to me at that time.

So I naturally pressed my body against Cecile’s back. And whispered into her soft-looking ear. Seeing her twitch and flinch… once again, I felt strange.

Cecile’s hair smelled… like me. Of course, since we used the same products.

Grasping my mind that was trying to become dazed, I aimed Cecile’s rod at the beaker.

It felt like urinating when I used to have one attached.

Of course, I didn’t fiddle with the front part like this when urinating… Was it because the empty space felt so large? Or was it due to the surreal scene of barely being able to reach it with my hand even with our bodies pressed together?

It didn’t feel particularly strange to me.

Eventually, I felt a throbbing pulse in the hand that was holding the rod. I desperately held on, feeling Cecile’s essence forcefully passing through the channel, pushing against my fingers.

I had to catch every precious drop in the beaker without missing any.

The more, the better. That way… Master could find a way… faster.

I blankly stared at the snow-white liquid that began to fill the beaker. Only after seeing it hit the side and shake did I regain my senses and focus on the rod again.

The unusually long and copious amount of ejaculation and the fierce sound that was hard to believe was ejaculation… was now familiar. I saw it every morning.

Looking at it reminded me of those ridiculous comics I had casually seen in my past life, where semen filled the womb.

Watching Cecile’s essence painting the beaker white with gulping sounds… I thought, wouldn’t it be possible? Suddenly, somewhere inside my body felt tingly… but that must be my imagination?

Maybe I just needed to go to the bathroom or something.

Before long, Cecile’s ejaculation ended. Looking at the gradually shrinking rod… I felt regret. Shouldn’t I extract more? Wouldn’t this be insufficient?

Without realizing it, I whispered to Cecile in a heated voice. A voice that contained my eagerness to return to normal quickly.

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

“I’m not… sure.”

Contrary to those words, the shrinking rod was filling with vitality again. Happy at the thought of extracting more, I brought a new beaker.

Now, the position of being pressed against Cecile’s back was the default. Seeing that more stimulation seemed needed, I took Cecile’s soft earlobe into my mouth.

“L-Lady Asha?”

“I’ll… make you… feel good…”

“Th-this is strange.”

I didn’t know from experience whether this helped with ejaculation, but I remembered seeing similar videos, so… I thought it might be fine.

Look at Cecile. Although she said it was strange, every time I nibbled on her ear, her already stiff rod twitched, which seemed to indicate it was helping.

I extracted essence from Cecile… who was trembling and letting out sensual moans. Clearly, I was the one extracting, but… I was the first to get tired. Still… I was able to extract more than expected.

“Lady Asha… is it over now?”

“Y-yes… this should be enough.”

Looking at Cecile’s face, smiling broadly while exhaling hot breaths, I wondered.

What have I done to this child? I felt guilty.

Thinking about it now… I’m not sure why I did it. I shook my head vigorously to clear my thoughts.

Then, deciding to treat Cecile better… I sent her up to the bedroom.

After sealing the beakers containing the essence and putting them in a preservation box… my whole body was drenched in sweat. My hand still… seemed to retain the sensation of her hot member.

I cooled my unusually heated body with cold water and went up to the bedroom.

On the bed, I could see Master and Cecile sleeping, bathed in moonlight coming through the curtains. Cecile must have fallen asleep because I took too long bathing.

The sight of these two beautiful people lying on the bed, receiving moonlight… was like beings from a fantasy, or a well-painted picture.

Then I heard Cecile’s voice.

“Lady Asha…”

Seeing her calling my name in her sleep with a flushed face, delayed guilt washed over me again. I didn’t dare climb onto the bed.

Sighing, I dragged the remaining blanket to the reception room sofa and lay down.

Somehow, it seemed unlikely that I would have a good dream. \n\n* * * * “Why are you sleeping here when there’s a perfectly good bed?”

Feeling my body being shaken, I opened my eyes to see Master’s face along with a fruity scent. Emerald pupils full of questions were staring at me.

Was it because last night’s events came to mind and I was trying hard to forget? Without realizing it, an exaggerated male speech pattern that I’d only seen in novels came out.

“…There were circumstances, this unworthy disciple offers morning greetings to Master.”

“…Did you eat something wrong yesterday? I don’t remember buying any strange ingredients.”

“How could that be? This unworthy disciple simply—”

Master’s flick landed on my forehead.

“Stop talking nonsense, get up and have breakfast. Acting like that won’t make your body return to normal, so quit that strange way of speaking.”

“…”

“Why are you suddenly acting like this? Did you have a bad dream?”

She stroked my head with the same hand that flicked me.

“…Something like that. I think my sleep was a bit restless.”

“That’s probably because you slept uncomfortably.”

“I guess so…”

As I removed the blanket and got up, Master chuckled.

“I saw the workshop after waking up… the beakers are quite full. Are you that eager for me to return quickly?”

Heat rose to my face.

“Th-that’s not it! I just have an overflowing desire to get back quickly… and it’s not even that much!”

“I’m just teasing you. Teasing.”

“…Is Cecile still sleeping?”

“Yes, she looked tired. Considering the amount in the workshop, that’s not surprising.”

I couldn’t help but sigh.

“…We should let her rest today.”

“Well, that’s up to you.”

I went to the kitchen with Master and had a simple breakfast. You might think elves would eat like grazing in a field, but that’s not the case at all. Still, the meal was mostly light fare.

After finishing my habitual milk drinking, we moved to the workshop, and Master scratched her head.

“This should be enough to research.”

“That’s good to hear, but… can you take all of this with you?”

“I’ll take some, and the rest… I’ll have to request transportation.”

“That’s going to be expensive.”

Master giggled.

“Even so, when my only disciple is eager to return quickly, I can afford that much expenditure.”

“…”

My nose stung from early in the morning.

“Then I’ll handle these, so don’t worry and just wait.”

Saying that, Master put some of the beakers in her bag and placed the rest in a box to take with her.

Her back figure walking away in the morning sunlight somehow looked reliable.

…Wait, is she leaving now?

Her departure was as swift as her arrival.

I lightly patted my cheeks and headed to the workshop. Since I’d decided to let Cecile rest today, I needed to move quickly.

While I was busy making potions, a signal came indicating a visitor. It seemed like more than one person. I could sense some commotion outside.

What could it be?

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