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“I think my hands are warmed up enough now.”

Perhaps because I had consistently kept my hands busy even after my body changed, my skills hadn’t rusted just from a short break.

After making a few of the Potions I usually excelled at, I stretched my arms, letting out a yawn. I could feel silk-soft Hair all over my arms.

When I swung my arms, a pleasant scent somehow wafted from my saraksarak-rustling Hair.

‘Is Cecil still sleeping?’

It seemed like Cecil had been awake late into the night with the still-unnamed Slime while I was sleeping. Or perhaps she stayed up late pondering the Slime’s name.

…When I recalled the combination of the Slime and Cecil in my mind, a warm feeling enveloped me, and the intense night we shared inevitably bloomed vividly.

“…Huu.”

I sighed at the absurdity and rummaged through the Preservation Box.

It seemed I would need a tool to stably provide essence to the Slime to prevent the same thing from happening again.

And, incidentally… also for Cecil’s sexual urges, which periodically became vigorous.

If I had to take care of it every time she got an Erection, my body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

…If you asked whether it felt good or bad, it was closer to good, but the feeling of my body being worn out was unavoidable.

And if I were exposed to essence then, I’d be twice as tired.

Anyway.

I thought I could probably make it using materials that came out when I was organizing Cecil and Veronica’s Room for them recently.

I diligently processed the found materials, recalling memories of a past life.

Meanwhile, Cecil, who had woken up, opened the Workshop door and entered. As expected, Cecil was alone, as the Slime seemed unable to leave the bed.

“Asha-nim….”

“Are you awake?”

“Yes.”

Cecil rubbed her eyes and approached with small steps, then tilted her head when she saw what was on the table.

“What is this?”

“Hmm….”

When asked directly like that, it was quite awkward to explain.

Something cylindrical with marks that suggested a good grip.

…Yes, what I had just made was what is commonly called an ‘Onahole’.

It became a bit larger to fit Cecil’s size, but it didn’t seem like a big problem. That’s because the main material, the Slime piece, had incredible elasticity.

However… the problem was that it was a bit… embarrassing to explain it myself.

But it would also be strange to make it and not use it, so I opened my mouth.

“Hmm… Slime… Speaking of which, have you decided on its name?”

“Cecil, I haven’t decided yet.”

“I see. Anyway, it’s an item that will help efficiently supply your… bodily fluids… to it… for its meal.”

“Is that so?”

Cecil blinked and looked at me. Her red eyes held both surprise and emotion.

“Uh, yeah.”

“How do I use it? I want to feed the Slime right away!”

“Uh… th-that, j-just a moment.”

…It should have already eaten its fill.

Still, I had to teach her how to use it anyway, so I thought it was good timing.

First, to do that, I’d have to make her get an ‘Erection’.

I scanned Cecil’s entire body, as she was looking at me with sparkling, innocent eyes. Her Dress was still, as if her morning Erection hadn’t arrived.

Because she was looking at me with sparkling eyes full of innocence… it was hard to speak easily.

I felt strange. As if I was about to do something bad.

“F-first, it… it needs to get b-bigger… you know, that thing down there.”

“Oh, I see!”

Cecil nodded, then looked down at her lower abdomen and grunted as if trying to exert force, before making a tearful face.

“Asha-nim, it’s not getting bigger….”

…Hmm, of course it wouldn’t. Isn’t there such a thing as atmosphere?

Because if someone told you to strip to collect semen at a hospital, you wouldn’t get an Erection right away out of embarrassment.

In the early days, Cecil used to get Erections constantly, like a leaf swept away by the wind, but lately, she seemed a bit calmer.

…I don’t know if I should say this, but I guess she’s grown.

Ultimately… I had to provide some kind of sexual stimulation.

Me.

I sighed inwardly and approached Cecil, meeting her gaze. Her red eyes held both curiosity and joy.

I chuckled and brought my lips to Cecil’s cheek.

Chyut!

Along with a cute sound, I felt Cecil’s soft cheek.

“Hehe… Asha-nim, that tickles.”

But Cecil just giggled and kissed my cheek back, showing no sign of an Erection.

…Where had the Cecil who used to say, “It’s hard now,” and get an Erection instantly gone? She looked perfectly calm.

I didn’t know whether to be happy about Cecil’s growth or sad about it.

‘…Eum.’

Muttering to myself that it was for research, I moved my lips from her cheek and took Cecil’s lips into mine.

Cecil, who had widened her eyes in surprise, soon opened her small lips and accepted me.

As our soft lips gently met, her soft tongue soon came out to greet mine.

I felt warmth and sweetness.

In a way, you could call it a morning kiss.

Since Cecil had just woken up.

Cecil, who had awkwardly tangled tongues just a while ago, now intertwined with my tongue with slightly more skillful movements, as if she had grown in the meantime.

Chup… Chyueup.

From broad daylight, wet and sticky sounds of water echoed throughout the Workshop.

‘…I hadn’t intended for this to happen.’

After tangling our tongues for a while, when we pulled our faces apart, a long strand of saliva connected Cecil and me. Cecil’s face, as she exhaled with a Puha… sound, was hazy with daze.

Her flushed face, whether from being out of breath or aroused, evoked a strange lust within me.

‘I made this so that this wouldn’t happen.’

If things went on like this, wouldn’t it be putting the cart before the horse?

I shook my head vigorously and looked down at Cecil’s lower abdomen, seeing her Dress tautly swollen.

I swallowed kkolkkak and grabbed the ‘Onahole’ placed on the table.

My body trembled slightly at the soft and cool sensation.

“C-could you… lift your Dress?”

“Yesh….”

Cecil, still with a hazy expression, lifted her clothes. Then, Cecil’s large, erect Penis, pushing through her underwear, became visible.

Liquid, like drool, had already gathered on the hard, swollen glans.

…I thought Lotion might not be necessary at this point, but it would dry up quickly, so I generously applied sticky, wet Lotion to the ‘Onahole’.

Jjyugeok.

A sticky sound came from the ‘Onahole’, which was generously filled with Lotion.

…I slowly approached Cecil and aligned the opening of the Onahole with the tip of her glans.

And then… I spoke to Cecil.

“…I-I’ll show you just once… but a-after this, you’ll have to do it… yourself, okay?”

“Understoodd… Asha-niim….”

I held the Onahole with both hands and slowly pushed Cecil’s Penis into the Onahole.

Jjigeok… Malkang!

A sound was heard, and then a groan escaped Cecil’s lips.

“Ah, Asha-nim, this is a bit c-cold.”

“…I’ll keep that in mind.”

I’ll have to warm up the Onahole or the Lotion beforehand. I slowly moved my hands, filing away the points for improvement in my mind.

Before I knew it, Cecil’s rod was fully inserted into the Onahole.

I had made it larger than what I had in mind, considering Cecil’s size, but perhaps Cecil’s Penis was even larger than I remembered… the cylindrical body had a bulging protrusion in the shape of Cecil’s glans.

‘…Does my body also become like that?’

When actually having relations, it wasn’t visible, nor did I have time to pay attention, so this was practically the first time I was seeing it in detail.

I just… vaguely felt my uterus being pressed and filled to overflowing.

…And anyway, once the thrusting started, I didn’t have any thoughts left in my head.

No, this isn’t the time to be thinking such things.

I erased the thoughts that bloomed vividly in my mind and gripped the Onahole. I figured that would feel better.

Then… I felt Cecil’s throbbing pulse. Perhaps because it was so large, it held immense heat, and the Onahole was already warmly heated by Cecil’s body temperature.

I tried to ignore my face, which kept getting hotter, and moved the Onahole back and forth on Cecil’s Penis.

“Ugh… Mm.”

Cecil made a somewhat lukewarm sound, but I diligently moved my arm.

Jilcheok, Jilcheok, Pang… Pang.

I moved my hand until even my own hand became hot, but Cecil couldn’t seem to ejaculate, as if the groan she made earlier was a lie.

She seemed to be getting some stimulation, but….

My arm was starting to ache, so I asked Cecil in a cautious voice.

“Uh… Cecil.”

“Yes… Asha-nim.”

“D-do you perhaps not like it much?”

It was a bit shocking, considering how much effort I had put into making it.

Because in my memories of a past life, I distinctly remembered reading articles that said Masturbation and Onaholes were better than actual sex. 

When I asked, feeling somewhat dejected, Cecil exhaled a hot breath and replied.

“Something… feels strange.”

“Hmm… in what way?”

When I asked, Cecil mumbled her lips shyly, then struggled to continue.

“I-I think it feels better… to match Holes with Asha-nim.”

“I-is that so?”

“Yes….”

My face flushed hot.

I didn’t know whether to be happy about this or sad.

But it wasn’t as if I could lie down on the table right now and spread my Vagina (vulgar).

Having no choice, I diligently moved my hand, promising myself to try again next time.

…If it takes this long, Cecil will have a hard time doing it herself.

Only after shaking it so much that I thought my arm might get sore did Cecil begin to ejaculate.

The Onahole swelled up in an instant.

The heat was so intense I could feel it radiating next to my face.

Cecil looked exhausted. I was the same.

Seeing her struggling, unlike how she would thrust her hips repeatedly… I felt that this wouldn’t do.

First, I handed the Onahole, its opening tightly sealed, to Cecil, who was exhaling with an exhausted face.

“…First, go feed this to the Slime. After that, we’ll have our meal too.”

“Understood!”

Cecil, who had been panting with an exhausted face, seemed to regain her vitality at the mention of feeding the Slime, and left the Workshop with a bright expression.

…Her running off with the Onahole in hand was a bit… indecent.

Anyway.

I felt that the current Onahole wouldn’t work.

…Although I felt a bit strange… my resolve to make another one didn’t change.

‘Before that, first….’

I should clean up the Workshop.

As I wiped up the Lotion and liquids spilled on the floor, I pondered how to make a better ‘Onahole’.

Then, suddenly, what Cecil had said just a moment ago flashed through my mind.