Don’t Do Alchemy, Your Constitution Changes

I recalled the teaching I received from Master-nim: the ultimate goal of Alchemy is to refine one’s own soul to a higher dimension through the purification of matter.

Even Master-nim, who spoke those words, would occasionally come home drunk and rant about the flaws of the Alchemy Society and the stupidity of the higher-ups, so I never really thought deeply about it.

As Master-nim said, it was hard to find anyone else who genuinely spouted such words, except for Master-nim.

Every time Master-nim saw me, they would scold me. Once, I even retorted, telling them to put down the liquor bottle in their hand before speaking such things.

Of course, after having my head broken once by a Potion bottle, I stopped talking back to Master-nim’s nagging.

Master-nim!

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

“Ce-Cecil, snap out of it.”

“Asha-nim… your scent… is nice….”

Regardless of what I said or did, Cecil pressed her body against me.

Perhaps the fortunate thing was that, probably because Cecil lacked such knowledge, she didn’t just shove that large rod in without warning.

…What good fortune.

Cecil twitched her hips, rubbing against me and continuously sniffing. We were so close I could feel the air Cecil inhaled. My name, filled with the hot air exhaled from Cecil’s mouth.

And groans.

“Ah, Asha-nim… H-huh? Hngh….”

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

Anyway, the good thing was that the Preservation Box containing the ingredients was right in front of me. First, I calmly took out the Alraune’s honey. Next-

“Wa-wait, Cecil!”

“Asha-nim’s scent… I want to smell it more….”

Cecil, who had been fumbling with my body, started pulling at my gown. If I left it on, I felt like I’d be dragged down and collapse, or break something, so I took off the gown. It was loose-fitting, so it slipped off like shed skin.

Cecil, who had fallen to the floor with the gown, buried her face in it and sniffed. Every time Cecil inhaled, the exposed rod twitched. When Cecil thrashed her hips, clear fluid spurted from the tip.

…Now was my chance, while Cecil was distracted by the gown.

I took out the appropriate ingredients and tools from the Preservation Box and began making the Antidote. I had to get the proportions right, so I had to concentrate fully on it. My breathing was a little rough, and even for me, who had made dozens of Potions every day, it was a bit difficult.

That’s why I didn’t notice Cecil approaching.

I felt something warm between my legs. It was Cecil’s meat stick. Was it because of its upward-curving shape? My body was slightly lifted by it.

…Honestly, it was a little scary. To be lifted by just that. If I were to joke about it, I’d be laughed at endlessly.

But for me, it was reality. Cecil’s hard phallus pressed against my crevice. I barely maintained my balance by standing on my tiptoes. It felt like my muscles would cramp. I was grateful that Cecil and I weren’t that different in height.

Otherwise, my face would have already been slammed into the ground.

Glancing down, I saw something too large to be something I had lost. It was an exchange rate that would make even a mountain god fall over in surprise. It was attached as if it were mine… but unfortunately, it was not something that obeyed my will.

Soon enough, Cecil began to move her hips.

As the wetness from it touched me, I felt my body warm up slightly. A small moan escaped me at the warmth that lifted me and burrowed into my crevice.

“Ugh….”

I tried hard to suppress it.

I refocused on the concoction. I felt that the more I made a sound, the more excited Cecil became. Cecil pressed her body closer. This time, I had to pull my hips back. Otherwise, I couldn’t get close to the Alchemy Table.

Then, as Cecil’s phallus pressed against my crevice, it also climbed up my navel. Every time Cecil fumbled with her hips, stickiness smeared and rubbed against my stomach.

My body slowly began to heat up. The slight fever I felt when I rubbed my crotch in the Bathroom. Although less intense, it was definitely that sensation.

…I probably don’t need to experiment further.

My vision blurred. I bit my forearm to regain my senses and finished the concoction. My forearm and stomach were both drenched for different reasons. The dress, which had been receiving Cecil’s rod, was also thoroughly soaked and heavy.

As the concoction finished and I was rolling the Antidote into a pill, I heard a splurt from below. Along with a somewhat sweet scent.

“Asha… nim….”

My dress grew even heavier. Some of Cecil’s semen had penetrated the fabric and splattered outside.

…And some of it got on my body. Though it couldn’t compare to when I accidentally ingested it… my body grew even hotter. Now, there was truly no time. If I delayed any longer… what would happen….

“Hngh….”

Perhaps due to the Alraune’s petals, Cecil’s rod, which usually shrank after one expulsion, remained hard. With the thought that it would be a huge hit if I made and sold it as an Aphrodisiac, I shoved the concocted medicine into Cecil’s mouth with my fingers.

“Asha-nim….”

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

Thinking that Cecil was sucking on my body felt strange. I even felt a peculiar pleasure. I shook my head and focused on feeding Cecil the Antidote.

Soon, as the medicine began to take effect, the focus returned to Cecil’s hazy eyes. The hard rod lost its power, and Cecil, having regained her senses, collapsed as if she had fainted.

What that meant was.

“Haaah….”

I had been slammed to the floor along with Cecil’s semen.

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

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After spending a long time in the Bathroom, I returned to the Workshop to find Cecil rubbing her eyes. With an innocent face, as if she knew nothing.

Thanks to the水分 that had left my body, I even felt a sense of listlessness. As I swayed, Cecil rushed over like a startled rabbit.

“Asha-nim, are you alright?”

“…No. More importantly, do you remember what happened?”

Cecil shook her head.

“I don’t remember anything from when Asha-nim showed me the petals.”

“Right….”

I should remember that. If people lost their memory of a hot night after taking an Aphrodisiac, no one would buy it. I’ll have to mix in some ingredients to prevent that.

There might be demand for it… but it feels very unsettling.

It’s probably better for Cecil to forget… I shouldn’t bring it up unnecessarily. Should I give her Sex Education? I thought about it for a moment, but it seemed better not to. If she knew, by now….

A slight chill ran down my spine. Cecil’s cheerful voice broke my reverie.

“Asha-nim! What did you drink?”

“Huh? This? I bought it from the Ranch earlier.”

“Is that so? May I try some too?”

“…Ye-yeah.”

With trembling hands, I squeezed my eyes shut, took out a Milk carton, tore open the packaging, and handed it to Cecil. Cecil carefully took it, put her mouth to the opening, and began to gulp it down.

Soon, Cecil, who had formed a white mustache around her mouth, exclaimed.

“It’s delicious!”

“Isn’t it?”

Somehow, it made me happy too.

“May I have another one?”

“No.”

“Is that so….”

“O-one a 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-nim. Your disciple still thinks money is more important, no matter what.