Check the Hand

It was a tense moment.

I couldn’t even remember what the sensation of something attached to my lower body felt like anymore.

My heated lower half had calmed down by the time I sat on the toilet.

My heart thumped.

What was the big deal…?

Whether it was a gift box or Pandora’s Box, I wouldn’t know until I opened it… but for now, I felt a little proud.

Just for a moment, that is.

As I slowly lowered my pants, what was there was…

It wasn’t clearly visible, but it didn’t seem to have grown.

Feeling disappointed, I pulled my pants back up.

I knew I couldn’t expect to be full on the first spoonful, but I couldn’t help but feel bitter.

Carrying my disappointment, I returned to the room and picked up a hand mirror.

Sitting on the soft bed, I pulled down my pants and underwear. The posture was awkward, so I just threw them off, spread my legs, and brought the hand mirror closer, and then I could see it clearly.

The so-called bean, clitoris, 음핵.

It was standing erect.

It was slightly more engorged than usual.

Is it because they’re originally the same organ?

If you ask if it had grown… it was ambiguous. Compared to Cecil’s, or other people’s… it was meager.

Perhaps because its size was appropriate for something that had been touched a lot and swollen, it rather felt a bit perverted, I suppose.

“Sigh….”

I put down the hand mirror and instinctively reached out to it.

“Ahik!?”

As my finger touched the previously calm area, a sudden surge of pleasure turned my mind blank. A trickling sound of water, and at the same time, a whoosh and splash of water were heard.

When I came to my senses, I was lying on the bed, panting.

I, I was definitely sitting, wasn’t I?

Did I just climax from touching it once?

…This is driving me crazy, seriously.

Judging by the dampness of the sheet touching my legs, it seemed I had a grand climax.

My body felt weary as if I had climaxed multiple times.

“…This wasn’t what I wanted.”

…Still, it felt good.

I swallowed the saliva pooled in my mouth.

Since it was an organ that was originally the same but transformed… couldn’t I consider it a success…?

If so… there was one thing I needed to confirm.

I moved my body, which had cooled down a bit, and picked up the hand mirror.

I propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back.

…What I needed to confirm this time was whether something would eject from here.

I’d already made a mess anyway, so making a little more wouldn’t make much difference.

It’s an excuse… I could just say it was an experiment-

No, it’s not an excuse… it’s right to confirm it.

Only then would I know if the transmutation result was a success or a failure.

If it succeeded, something would spurt out from the end. If not, it wouldn’t.

So… I wasn’t doing this because it felt good.

It was purely… to confirm the experimental results.

I spread my legs into an M-shape and held the hand mirror closer.

I stared blankly at the mirror for a moment at the sight before my eyes.

A beautiful, light pink crevice shyly gaped open, oozing sticky fluid. The plump clitoris was still standing erect.

…A hole that felt like it would be good to insert something into.

My impression after observing it closely, something I’d only ever glimpsed while washing… was just that. If I had a rod right now, I felt like I’d want to insert it immediately.

This is why everyone-

Realizing my own thoughts, my face flushed hot.

What on earth was I thinking?

I looked at the mirror and moved my fingers.

I gripped the hard, swollen, plump clitoris with my thumb and forefinger and twisted it.

“Aheuk!?”

My hips lifted with a whoosh, and at the same time, my mind floated up into the sky. I saw fluid splashing from the hole, wetting the hand mirror. My body trembled, and I stimulated it once more.

I had to bite my lip to suppress the moans escaping me.

“Ugh… ng… uh….”

I barely managed to open my trembling eyelids and stared intently at the tip of the clitoris.

Because I had to confirm if something was secreted.

I twisted and stimulated it once more.

A lightning-like pleasure spread throughout my entire body. My mind felt like it was melting from the pleasure that slammed into me beyond my limits.

In many ways, there was a loud sound of water from my lower body.

Saliva, which had thoroughly soaked my mouth, dripped and flowed down the corners of my lips.

And then I realized.

That I had completely failed.

…I didn’t even have the energy to be disappointed.

I was out of breath as if I had done intense exercise, and I exhaled roughly.

When a lukewarm breeze touched me, my body trembled. It was because the clitoris, which had not reacted to anything other than direct stimulation until a moment ago, began to react little by little.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

This is bad….

At that moment, the door opened and someone entered.

Judging by the Wadada sound, it seemed like it might be Cecil.

As my prediction was correct, Cecil’s surprised voice was heard.

“Ah, Asha-nim?”

I didn’t have the energy to answer, so I just turned my head and met her eyes… Cecil’s cheeks were flushed, and she had a bewildered expression on her face.

Ah… I’m currently….

Cecil’s dress began to swell more and more.

As I watched her swelling dress… my lower abdomen thumped, thumped loudly.

“C-could you… close the door… for now?”

“Yes?! Yes!”

A soft sound of the door closing was heard, followed by Cecil’s footsteps approaching the bed.

As I closed my spread legs, a Jjirit! of pleasure came over me.

It was the moment the sheet became even wetter.

“Ah, Asha-nim…? Why, why are you like this? Are you hurt?”

Cecil’s trembling voice was heard. Her dress was greatly swollen. I saw Cecil approaching, her hips pulled back.

“…It’s just… there was a slight… minor problem with what I made this time….”

“Is that so? Are you alright?”

“Yes… I’m not hurt.”

“That’s a relief… Cecil was worried because I heard Asha-nim’s strange voice.”

Rather, it felt… too good, that was the problem.

By the way, how did Cecil… end up coming here? Did she come looking for me after I suddenly ran out of the workshop…?

My mind was hazy.

I squirmed my body to avoid touching the switch that would melt my mind like chocolate in a double boiler with just a slight touch.

As a result, I had no choice but to lift my hips high and bury my face in the pillow.

At least that was the posture that caused the least stimulation.

Even as I changed positions, I squirted water a few times. Cecil’s dress swelled even larger. But I couldn’t stop.

The stimulation was too… intense.

As I buried my face in the pillow and gasped for breath, Cecil’s voice came from close by.

“Yasha-nim….”

“Ugh, uhm….”

A voice that seemed to mix heat, longing, and desire.

“What you promised to give Cecil… may I receive it now?”

My heart pounded fiercely. In my vision, darkened by the pillow, Cecil’s fluffy figure came to mind. Along with the large rod attached to her lower body.

I shook my head to dispel that image.

“Is it not allowed…?”

“Ah, no, it’s not that….”

I mumbled that without realizing it.

Cecil’s joyful voice was heard. Somehow… she seemed to be smiling.

“Then, is it alright?”

…After a moment’s hesitation, I answered yes.

Perhaps it was for the best.

I was worried if I could accept it with a clear mind, but with my current body condition, perhaps it would be fine….

The crevice reflected in the mirror came to mind. A tempting hole that felt like I’d be missing out on life if I didn’t penetrate it.

No, no.

The hole I would be using today… wasn’t that one.

I was just panting when I heard a rustling sound. Followed by Cecil’s questioning voice.

“Asha-nim. How do I use what Asha-nim gave me?”

“…Ah.”

Now that I thought about it, there was no way she would know.

“Could you… put it on this hand?”

As I held out one hand, Cecil placed the… condom… I had made.

…Now that I think about it, I really wonder if it’s not an off-standard size.

“…Will you extend your rod and come in front of me…?”

“Yes!”

I could already feel the hot sensation.

Even without seeing it, it felt as if I could see what was approaching.

A thick pillar, a shaft rising like a tendon, the tip of the pillar spread out like a mushroom.

I must be drooling profusely.

‘….’

I turned my head towards the hot sensation… and indeed, the rod I had imagined in my mind was right in front of my nose. Startled, I gasped and said to Cecil.

“C-could you move back a little…?”

“Understood!”

Because if it touches my body, it’ll be all for naught.

…Even without that, I had a switch-like thing in my lower body, but if Cecil’s semen even gets on me… could I remain as Asterote Asha? Wouldn’t my mind completely melt and I’d become something that only pursued pleasure?

I didn’t want that.

I moved my limp arm and hooked the slippery condom onto the tip of Cecil’s rod. It was hot as if touching a heated stone.

“Uhm… something feels strange.”

“…I can’t help it.”

After confirming it was properly hooked, I pulled it down slightly. After confirming it had reached the base of the firm pillar… I decided to leave the rest to Cecil.

My arm couldn’t reach that far anyway.

Cecil, having heard my explanation, began to put on the condom.

A translucent, light green membrane wrapped around Cecil’s rod.

Fortunately, the size… fit perfectly.

Cecil’s rod, with the Slime Condom clinging to it, was… a little scary.

Before wearing it, it was fierce but looked soft and retained a cuteness like Cecil, but now… it looked like a monster.

It felt like it would mercilessly thrust without any mercy, I suppose.

…But since it’s Cecil, she wouldn’t do that.

“…Then you can… go ahead now. And… you have to put it only in that hole, okay? Don’t touch anything else….”

“Yes!”

The bed sank deeply, making loud creaking sounds.

I buried my face in the pillow and hugged it tightly.

Soon, something hot touched my buttocks.