Don’t Misunderstand

I woke up, shivering from a chilly sensation.

Familiar ceiling, familiar sheets, familiar scenery.

The information entering my vision told me that I was lying in Master’s Hideout, but something felt off.

First, although I felt like I had woken up refreshed, my entire body felt sluggish.

It was like showering and lying in bed after intense exercise. That feeling of wanting to sleep again, even after just waking up.

Next, my lower body felt cold. Unlike my upper body, which was well covered by the blanket, my lower body was completely bare, revealing pale flesh like a peeled banana.

…What the hell is this bizarre situation?

When I tried to gather the blanket and cover my lower body,

my body wouldn’t move, as if tied down somewhere.

Only then did I see the fabric tightly bound around my wrists and ankles.

Right.

I was currently tied to the bed.

I didn’t know what method had been used, but I was stuck fast, as if glued down, and wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile, my waist trembled.

Then, my lower abdomen vibrated with a tingle.

My thighs naturally tried to clench.

But because my ankles were fixed, only my soft flesh quivered in place.

Then, the situation before I fell asleep naturally came to mind.

Cecil, smiling as she held a bulging, greenish condom full of semen.

My flushed face quickly turned cold. The absence of Cecil nearby meant…

…that others had witnessed it, no matter how.

“…Fuck!”

As I unconsciously let out a curse, I heard the sound of a door opening.

I squinted my eyes open at the sudden rush of light, then the door closed, and I heard footsteps approaching.

Creak.

I felt the bed sink deeply, and the frame creaked. I felt someone’s body heat.

“You’re finally awake.”

“…Veronica?”

“Yes… it’s me.”

Veronica, who had responded to my murmur, placed something warm on my lower body. 

Warmth spread through my chilly lower body.

Veronica rustled something without a word.

…Had Veronica seen my disgraceful state? Thinking that, it was hard to speak first.

While I was fretting over what to do, Veronica’s warm hand began to grope my lower body.

“Ve-Veronica?”

“…I’m doing this because I have to.”

Saying that, she pinched my clitoris, which had swollen due to the transmutation result.

I hadn’t expected it at all, so an unseemly moan escaped my lips.

“Ah-hngh! H-Hyugh!”

Pshoo! With the sound of water splashing.

“…Still like this.”

“W-what are you s-suddenly d-doing…?”

Veronica then looked at me with narrowed eyes without a word, and then pressed my clitoris firmly again.

My hips bucked, but because I was tied, they only lifted slightly. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth.

“S-st-stop it…”

The forcibly injected pleasure made my mind float and melt away. I felt that my reaction was unusually fast.

“Do you know why I’m doing this?”

“N-no, I d-don’t…”

As if my answer was impudent, Veronica pinched my clitoris once more.

My entire body trembled. My eyes became moist, and tears welled up.

Veronica wiped away my tears with a towel and spoke.

“…I’m doing this to return your… strange clitoris to normal, so don’t misunderstand.”

“Then you should’ve s-said that first…”

After that, she didn’t touch my clitoris anymore, so I gasped for air and calmed my body. The various thoughts in my head vanished, leaving only one question.

“…So why exactly am I tied up?”

“…Wouldn’t you know that better?”

“I don’t know…”

Veronica sighed, a sigh whose meaning I couldn’t grasp, then took a warm towel in her hand and wiped my face, as well as my soiled thighs and between my legs, being careful not to touch my clitoris.

“I still don’t know why you were lying there like a flattened frog, but when you were asleep, you tossed and turned… and then you trembled as if struck by lightning?”

She saw everything.

Blood rushed to my face, feeling like it would burst. My face was hot, beyond flushed, like an overheated lightbulb. From a distance, I must have looked as red as an apple…

…The thought of just bursting like an overheated lightbulb and dying crossed my mind.

“So I checked, and your… clitoris was a bit strange. So I quickly found the cause. I also saw you take the pill.”

I don’t know if she was being considerate or simply uninterested, but Veronica didn’t ask why I was in such a state. Or perhaps… she thought it happened by accident…

…But if she knew the true nature of what Cecil was holding… she couldn’t possibly not know.

I’m talking about the semen… inside the condom.

“Anyway. Because you were squirting fluid just from fabric touching you… I stripped you and tied you up. I had no choice.”

“Oh… I see… Yes.”

I nodded faintly, like a broken doll, agreeing with Veronica’s words.

At this point, my mental state seemed to be shattered like a box of Cucudas that had been violently shaken.

Veronica, who had been looking at me for a moment, sighed.

Yes… she would sigh.

But… Veronica’s face, as she looked at me… had a strange expression.

It was difficult to read the emotions on Veronica’s face. Was it because my mind was hazy?

I… don’t know.

Veronica let out a small laugh, and her lips parted.

“There’s a treatment method I haven’t tried yet… How about we try it if you’re okay with it?”

“What is it…?”

“Well… what could it be?”

Saying that, Veronica smiled with a mischievous look. Her face seemed a little flushed. Though it was hard to tell in the dark.

…If I asked myself if Veronica would do something bad to me, the answer was ‘low probability’. So I nodded in affirmation.

“Okay… let’s do it. I can’t stay in this uncomfortable state forever.”

“Good.”

I heard a faint rustling sound of fabric brushing against skin. It was hard to pinpoint where it was coming from. But the mystery was soon solved.

Because Veronica’s cute underwear peeked out from beneath the hem of her flowing dress.

“…?”

As I blinked and stared, Veronica’s face turned bright red. Veronica, who had lowered her underwear, grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it.

My voice trembled from surprise.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“…What do you mean? I’m trying out a treatment method I haven’t tried yet.”

Her pale, soft-looking white thighs were revealed. Beneath the slowly rising skirt… I saw the silhouette of something that shouldn’t be attached to Veronica.

A massive rod, bumpy with vein-like ridges.

It seemed even larger than Veronica’s own that I had seen before.

“H-h-h-how?”

“…Could you please not stare so intently? I’m… embarrassed too.”

As I reflexively turned my head away, I heard a ‘Jjiiik!’ sound, like rubber stretching. A sound that felt somewhat familiar.

Following the source of the sound, I saw something truly familiar.

A membrane similar to what had been on Cecil’s rod was covering Veronica’s rod.

Huh?

Why… is that…?

“Since it’s for treatment… it’s best to use contraception, right? In that sense… that, what the Homunculus was holding seemed good. So… Ariel-nim and I put our heads together and made one. This is purely… for treatment. There’s no other meaning.”

Thump.

The sound of a foot sinking into the mattress.

My body swayed every time Veronica moved. I looked up at Veronica, who stood between my legs.

Or rather, it’s more accurate to say I looked at the rod, which seemed very angry.

I couldn’t adapt to the sudden change in situation. As Veronica lowered her body, the fabric of her dress brushed against my clitoris.

“H-Hngh!?”

Pshoo!

Trickle…

“…Sorry. I guess I need to take mine off too.”

Veronica, muttering that she had to take it off anyway since it was wet, quickly stripped off her dress.

Her petite abdomen and adorable underwear were revealed.

Her red hair cascaded down her body, as if to cover it.

“…”

Veronica was silent for a moment. Seeing her face turn bright red, she seemed deeply embarrassed.

Veronica, who was sitting on the bed and glancing at me, glared at me with sharp eyes, then said,

“…It’s unfair if only I’m naked.”

“…”

Then she began to unbutton my shirt, which was covering my upper body, one by one.

“W-wait, it’s t-treatment, so d-do we really need to go this far…?”

“S-shut up! It’s unfair if only you’re wearing clothes!”

“But what kind of-“

As if telling me not to talk back, Veronica firmly pressed my clitoris. A jolt! of lightning-like pleasure shot through my entire body.

“Kyaa!?”

“…It’s all your fault.”

Veronica, muttering something, began to aim the slippery rod at my crevice.

She grabbed my thighs, trying not to touch my clitoris.

My mind, having reached climax, had melted into a daze, forgetting even that I should resist.

Not that I could resist anyway, being tied up.