Chapter 3 – Even in the Damp Dawn Night, It Rises

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The still nameless girl with red eyes blinked in her shallow sleep. She was awakened by the noise coming from beside her. The girl opened her bleary eyes and looked at Asha, another girl sleeping soundly beside her.

The blanket had been kicked off at some point, and Asha had fallen asleep in her loose clothing. Her shirt had rolled up, seemingly having lost its function as clothing. Her fair thighs were buried in the bed, showing their elasticity, and the space between her slightly parted legs was clean as if it had always been that way. The crevice situated there glistened with a clear sheen, as if flaunting its untainted state.

The silver-haired girl silently observed for a moment, then sniffed the air. She caught a fragrant soap scent. The girl recalled her memory from the bathroom, causing her already half-erect phallus to rise completely hard. Unconsciously bringing her nose closer, the girl smelled her creator’s scent beyond the soap. She thought it was sweet.

Asha, with her eyes closed, let out a small moan. Her once snow-white face flushed red, blending with her light pink hair. “Hm…nh?” A moan mixed with slight heat and confusion. Whether she was dreaming something she couldn’t say aloud or just feeling feverish, that expression made the nameless girl’s phallus even stiffer.

Soon, the tip of the upright rod pressed against Asha’s defenseless thigh. The soft thigh resisted with its elasticity. The girl’s body trembled at that pressure. The unidentified fluid from the girl’s tip dampened Asha’s thigh.

Asha, who had spent a chaotic day, only exhaled hotter breaths without showing any signs of opening her eyes. Since Asha did not wake up, the girl continued to twitch her hips with a blank stare.

The girl’s phallus pressed against Asha’s thigh, repeatedly pushing and being resisted. Soon it began to rub against the thigh, now slippery with the fluid. The girl also started breathing hotly.

Asha still showed no intention of waking up. Though she twisted her body slightly as if uncomfortable, her closed eyes showed no sign of opening. In truth, if she had been in her normal physical state, she would have opened her eyes and been shocked long ago, but the exhaustion from working all day even in the unusual situation of her body changing caught up with her.

While the girl twitched her hips, Asha rolled over. Startled, the girl pulled back her hips, and her eyes caught sight of Asha’s buttocks. More precisely, the small gap created by her thighs and mound.

Instinctively, the girl thrust her rod into that gap. Pushing aside Asha’s flesh, it passed through the narrow gap using the slick fluid as lubricant. It was slightly challenging, but it gave the girl immense pleasure.

As if Asha had regained what she lost, the girl and Asha became closely attached. The girl, twitching her hips while smelling the soap scent rising from Asha’s hair, recalled what happened during the day.

“She disliked it.” She remembered Asha covered in secretions due to her mistake. A face twisted with displeasure, painful to look at.

The instinct not to be hated told her to stop her hips, but her body, already intoxicated and hazy from Asha’s scent, continued to move. The now-familiar feeling of ejaculation approached.

Soon, white fluid gushed out from the tip of the rod that had been moving back and forth between the damp crevice and thighs. Feeling the sensation of the pressing thighs trembling, the girl was immersed in the afterglow of ejaculation.

After the spurting sound subsided, it wasn’t long before the girl regained her senses. She quickly pulled out her shrinking clitoris. With a clear mind now, she hastily moved to erase the traces she left.

First, she brought a towel from the bathroom and wiped off the secretions on Asha’s body. Fortunately, it seemed nothing had splashed onto the bed. She collected some of the semen spilled on the floor and put it in the beaker where Asha had collected her semen earlier in the day.

This was possible because it was sticky and clumped like jelly. After thoroughly scrubbing the floor, the girl opened the window for ventilation. She didn’t forget to cover the defenseless Asha with the blanket beforehand.

She waited for the peculiar scent filling the room to escape.

After confirming once more that Asha had not awakened, the girl closed the window. She sniffed to check if any residue remained. Soon, judging that it had disappeared, the girl climbed back onto the bed.

She pressed her now peaceful body against Asha. Embracing Asha’s body, which was letting out small moans, the girl closed her eyes.

It was only natural for a child to desire the warmth of a parent.

Feeling refreshed, the girl fell asleep that way.

 * * * * I woke up with the sensation of something warm attached to my back. I could guess what it was. The girl I hadn’t named yet. The homunculus I created…

Feeling her hot body temperature, my mind became complicated. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake the girl. Without me holding her, the girl curled up. Like a child.

While I wondered if I had synthesized her too hastily, I also thought it was fine when I recalled how useful she was yesterday.

…By the way, why does the room feel so humid? Is it because I didn’t ventilate it?

Regardless, my body still had a slight fever. It was an unfamiliar sensation I had never felt before. Somehow, my lower abdomen felt warm too?

I wasn’t sure. I thought it might be a side effect of my body changing.

I covered the girl with a blanket and opened the window. Although it wasn’t a particularly cold season, it couldn’t hurt to be careful. Come to think of it, can homunculi catch colds?

There was a mountain of things to learn about both my body and the girl’s. Making plans in my head, I went down to the kitchen. I opened the storage cabinet embedded with expensive magic stones and took out some milk.

“Ah… only one bottle left.”

I would need to visit the dairy farm soon.

For now, I opened the remaining bottle and poured the white liquid down my throat. With the cool gulping sensation, I felt the rich taste.

It was one of the culprits that made me live on a tight schedule, but I couldn’t give up this taste. I had to stock it in the workshop anyway, so I bought it regardless…

I put the bottle in the box and headed to the bathroom. There was still some time before the person coming to receive the potions would arrive, so I thought I’d take a shower to dispel this stuffiness.

Entering the bathroom and looking in the mirror, I saw that the area around my mouth was white. Perhaps because my mouth had gotten smaller, there were white marks around my lips that hadn’t remained before. With a slight feeling of embarrassment, I wiped around my mouth with my hand.

In the mirror, a green-eyed girl with light pink hair blushed. It was still an appearance I couldn’t get used to.

Well, it had only been a day after all.

I quickly undressed and stood under the shower. I washed my body as I felt the warm water. There was a rough feeling on my thighs. It disappeared immediately when I soaped and washed it off, but questions remained.

I had never experienced this before.

Could this also be a… consequence of my body changing? It seemed good to remember.

After washing my hair with plenty of foam, my chest caught my eye. The inverted nipples that were hiding… as if embarrassed.

This… Do I need to pull them out and wash them?

Just like yesterday, it was frustrating to have no one to ask. Still, thinking it might be better to wash them, I extended my chest toward the pouring water and cupped my hands. Wondering if they would come out if I pressed, I grabbed the round breasts with both hands and applied pressure.

It hurt.

It hurt so much that tears welled up. This doesn’t seem to be the way to bring them out. I roughly soaped around the areola, fidgeting in circles, and washed it off with water. This was the limit for now.

But this time, unlike before, I felt a strange sensation. Somehow, my body seemed more sensitive. It was like pitching a tent in the morning..

It wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling.

I really need to find a way to return to normal quickly.

I roughly wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the wardrobe. I needed to dress, but it was a dilemma. No matter how uncomfortable, I couldn’t maintain a no-pants, no-underwear fashion in front of guests.

After much consideration, I took out pants that could at least hang on my hips. It was a bit uncomfortable with the belt fastened, but bearable. There wasn’t much choice for the top. I just wore it as is and decided to put on a gown.

The visitor is a woman anyway, so she probably won’t care much.

…Come to think of it, how should I introduce myself? It’s really tiresome in many ways. For the time being, it might be best to pretend to be my own disciple. Since I don’t know when I’ll return.

Dressed properly, I went down to the workshop. I left the girl to continue sleeping since I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.

While checking the potions to be handed over, a signal came in that a visitor had arrived at the workshop. I went to the entrance and opened the door to see a familiar face.

Black hair cut to the shoulders, golden eyes, slightly sharp gaze. And wolf ears perking up on top of her head, and finally, a lush tail making strong wind sounds as it swung behind her back.

It was Claudia, the beastfolk adventurer I had employed.

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