Chapter 7 – Don’t Practice Alchemy, Your Constitution Will Change

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“The ultimate purpose of alchemy is to refine materials to guide one’s own soul to a higher dimension.”

I recalled receiving this teaching from my master. Even the master who said such things would occasionally come in drunk, ranting about the corruption of the Alchemy Association and the stupidity of the higher-ups while throwing his usual drunken tantrums, so I never thought deeply about it.

As my master said, it was hard to find anyone besides him who sincerely talked about such things.

Whenever he saw me like this, my master would scold me. Once, I retorted that if he was going to say such things, he should put down the bottle of alcohol he was holding first.

Of course, after having my head cracked once with a potion bottle, I stopped contradicting my master’s nagging.

Master!

Is this the price of pursuing money and profit? I’ll change my mind right now, so please help me!

“Ce, Cecile, come to your senses.”

“Laady Aaasha… smell… goood…”

Regardless of what I said, Cecile pressed her body against mine.

If there was anything fortunate, it was that since Cecile lacked that kind of knowledge, she didn’t immediately try to stick that huge rod in.

…What’s fortunate about that?

Cecile twitched her hips and kept sniffing me while pressed against me. A distance so close I could feel the air Cecile was inhaling. My name, filled with the hot air flowing from Cecile’s mouth.

And the moaning.

“Ah, Lady Aaasha… Mmnn? Hnnn…”

A beautiful voice that even felt sweet, and a face to match. If not for the rod rubbing against my buttocks, I might have found it cute…

Anyway, the fortunate thing is that the preservation box containing the ingredients is right in front of me. First, I calmly took out the Alraune honey. Next—

“Wait, wait a moment, Cecile!”

“Lady Asha’s scent… want to smell more…”

Cecile, who had been fidgeting with my body, began pulling at my gown. Fearing I would be dragged and fall, or something would break, I took off the gown. Being loose-fitting, it fell off like a shed skin.

Cecile, who fell to the floor with the gown, buried her face in it and sniffed. Each time Cecile inhaled, her exposed rod twitched. When Cecile thrust her hips, clear liquid emerged from the tip.

…Now was my chance while Cecile was distracted by the gown.

I took out the appropriate ingredients and tools from the preservation box and began making an antidote. Since I had to get the proportions right, I needed to focus entirely on that. Perhaps because my breathing had become a bit rough, it was somewhat challenging even for me, who had been making dozens of potions every day.

Because of that, I didn’t notice Cecile approaching.

Something warm was felt between my legs. It was Cecile’s meat rod. Perhaps because of its upward curved shape, my body was slightly lifted by it.

…Honestly, it was a bit scary. The fact that a person could be lifted by just that. It’s a story that would be laughed at if I even joked about it.

But for me, it was reality. Cecile’s hard thing was pressing against my crevice. I barely maintained balance by standing on tiptoe. It felt like I’d get a cramp. I was grateful that there wasn’t much height difference between Cecile and me.

Otherwise, I would have already had my face on the ground.

Glancing down, I saw something larger than what I had lost sticking out from between my legs. It was an exchange rate that would shock even mountain spirits. It was attached as if it were mine, but… unfortunately, it wasn’t something that followed my will.

Eventually, Cecile began moving her hips.

When the wetness from it touched me, I felt my body getting a bit hotter. As it lifted me and burrowed into my crevice with warmth, a slight moan escaped.

“Mmh…”

I suppressed it with effort.

I focused on the mixture again. I felt that the more I made sounds, the more excited Cecile seemed to get. Cecile pressed her body closer. This time, I had to pull my waist back. Otherwise, I couldn’t approach the mixing table.

Then Cecile’s phallus pressed against my crevice and climbed up to my navel. Each time Cecile wiggled her hips, the slickness rubbed and smeared on my stomach.

My body began to slowly heat up. The slight fever I felt when I was rubbing my crotch in the bathroom. It was less intense, but clearly that sensation.

…I don’t think I need to experiment further.

My vision became hazy. I bit my forearm to regain my senses and finished the mixture. My forearm and stomach were all wet for different reasons. The dress that had been receiving Cecile’s rod had become heavy, soaked through.

As I was finishing the mixture and forming the antidote into pill form, a “spurrt” sound was heard from below. Along with a somewhat sweet smell.

“Lady… Aaasha…”

The dress became even heavier. Some of Cecile’s semen had penetrated the fabric and splashed outside.

…And some of it had gotten on my body. It wasn’t comparable to when I accidentally ate it, but… my body became even hotter. Now I really had no time. If I delayed any longer… who knows what would happen.

“Hnn…”

Whether due to the Alraune petals or not, Cecile’s rod, which used to shrink after releasing once, was still hard. With the thought that it would be a big hit if made into an aphrodisiac for sale, I shoved the mixed medicine, fingers and all, into Cecile’s mouth.

“Lahy Afhaa…”

I rubbed the pill against Cecile’s soft tongue to dissolve it. Cecile began sucking on my fingers. It didn’t take long for my slightly dry fingers to become moist.

Thinking that I was being sucked by Cecile made me feel strange. I even felt an odd pleasure. I shook my head and focused on feeding the antidote to Cecile.

Eventually, as the medicine began to take effect, focus started returning to Cecile’s hazy eyes. Her hard rod lost its strength, and Cecile, regaining her senses, collapsed as if fainting.

What that means is.

“Hnnggh…”

I was slammed to the floor along with Cecile’s semen.

This time, I had to spend quite a long time in the bathroom. 

* * * * After spending a considerable amount of time in the bathroom, I returned to the workshop to find Cecile rubbing her eyes. With an innocent face that knew nothing.

Due to the fluid that had left my body, I felt weakness. As I staggered, Cecile ran over, looking like a startled rabbit.

“Lady Asha, are you alright?”

“…No. Do you remember what happened?”

Cecile shook her head.

“I don’t remember anything since Lady Asha showed me the petals.”

“I see…”

I should remember this. If people lose memories of the hot night spent after taking an aphrodisiac, no one would buy it. I should mix in ingredients to prevent that.

There might be… demand, but it feels quite unsettling.

For Cecile… it’s probably better that she doesn’t remember. Let’s not bring it up further.

“For now, could you tidy up the workshop? Come to the kitchen when you’re done.”

“Understood.”

Having realized that touching what Cecile had spilled would be like stepping into a trap myself, cleaning it directly would be foolish.

Leaving behind the sticky workshop, I trudged to the kitchen. I opened the packaging of the milk I had put in the kitchen preservation box and gulped it down.

My body, which had felt like a dry desert, even felt refreshed. I was happy. That happiness was brief, and soon my heart was filled with discontent.

“Why a milk bath? I still can’t understand what those nobles are thinking.”

Although I too was a noble with a knighthood… I’m different from them.

While cursing the nobles, I put the remaining milk into my stomach. Looking at that white substance, I was reminded of Cecile’s semen.

It seemed certain that it had an effect of excitement, almost equivalent to an aphrodisiac. One question was why it only worked on me.

Even now, Cecile doesn’t react when touching it herself.

Is it because she produces it herself? Or it might be related to me, who was involved in the synthesis process.

In other words, it’s an aphrodisiac that works pinpoint only on me.

…Is this even useful?

I’d need to research more to see what it could be used for, but… if that’s its only function, it would be right to dispose of it as it’s produced. That is, if it’s not worth the risk.

Not long after, Cecile came running into the kitchen. Upon finding me, she spoke energetically.

“Lady Asha! I’ve cleaned everything spotlessly!”

“…Good job.”

I looked at Cecile with complicated eyes before turning my gaze away.

Cecile is also a victim… I suppose. Since she can’t remember anyway, there’s no need to bring it up. Does she need sex education? I thought about it briefly, but it seemed better not to. If she had known, by now…

I felt a bit of a chill. Cecile’s energetic voice broke my contemplation.

“Lady Asha! What are you drinking?”

“Hm? This? It’s what we bought from the dairy farm earlier.”

“Is that so? May I try it too?”

“…Y-yes.”

With trembling hands, I closed my eyes tightly, took out a bottle of milk, opened the packaging, and handed it to Cecile. Cecile carefully took it, put her mouth to the bottle’s rim, and began gulping it down.

Soon, Cecile, who had created a white mustache around her mouth, exclaimed:

“It’s delicious!”

“Right?”

Somehow, I felt happy.

“Can I have one more?”

“No.”

“I see…”

“O-one per day.”

“Is that so? I’m already looking forward to tomorrow!”

“…”

Now I’m not happy.

Money… I needed more money. For my milk.

I’m sorry, Master. Your disciple thinks that, no matter what, money is more important.

KatTL