Master’s Teachings

Cecil, who had quietly whispered her erection report, buried her face in my breast again and began sucking down the milk with a *jjup-jjup* sound.

My nipples, which had been exposed to the outside air for a moment and grown cold, were now thoroughly drenched in saliva as Cecil’s warm, soft tongue flicked them this way and that. Each time she sucked hard, as if to clean off what was smeared, I felt something draining from my breast.

At the same time, a strange pleasure surged. Even through my hazy mind, I clearly felt Cecil’s rod poking into my body.

The rod, which had been gradually growing, first brushed against my pelvis, located beneath my lower abdomen. Then, as if angered, it pressed firmly against my lower abdomen and poked my navel. Soon, it became completely hard, climbing up my body and lifting the enlarged mass of fat.

Cecil seemed completely absorbed in sucking my breast. She had told me it had gotten hard, but then she became utterly engrossed in sucking the milk, as if enchanted by its taste.

Sucking milk while rubbing a hardened object against my underbust… was that even possible? I wondered… It might have been due to my enlarged breasts, but Cecil’s rod felt even bigger than usual today. Perhaps it was also because it was positioned higher than where it normally would be.

…This isn’t the time for such thoughts.

Cecil, with my breast in her mouth, looked happy. Would she make such an expression if I allowed her to drink as much milk as she wanted, instead of just one portion?

If only her rod hadn’t been poking at my enlarged underbust… I might have continued to watch her face in that hazy state, letting her suckle my breast.

Before I knew it, something sticky began to wet my underbust from the tip of the rod. Along with a sweet scent.

Realizing that further delay would lead to trouble, I gently held Cecil’s soft cheek and made her stop for a moment. She tilted her head, as if asking why I was stopping when my breasts were still so large.

Her expression left me speechless for a moment, then I struggled to open my mouth.

“Cecil… that… isn’t it painful because it’s hard…?”

Cecil, her mouth covered in milk, mumbled something and replied.

“I think I’m fine, Asha-nim!”

“Huh?”

“As expected, Asha-nim is so kind! But you don’t have to worry about Cecil!”

….

Cecil, smiling brightly with a cheerful face, was cute. For some reason, her reddish cheeks added to her cuteness. If only that rod, which was causing an unfamiliar sensation in my underbust, weren’t there.

When I remained silent, Cecil, thinking it was an affirmation, opened her mouth wide, stained with the whitish liquid.

“W-wait a moment, Cecil, h-how about we change positions?”

“Positions, you say?”

If things continued like this, I could only see a future where I’d be covered in the semen Cecil had ejaculated, panting in front of her… longing for *that* which was no longer attached to me, and fiddling with the protrusion above my crevice.

Somehow, I felt like I was… begging, and my face burned with extreme embarrassment and shame, but I endured it.

I hurriedly explained to Cecil and changed our position.

Then Cecil looked at me with sparkling eyes and spoke in a high-pitched voice.

“Asha-nim! Cecil feels incredibly… cozy!”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes!”

Then I wish she’d put away that ominous thing next to me. I want to feel cozy too….

I supported Cecil’s body with my thighs and, with one hand, lifted the back of her head, where I could feel her abundant hair. Cecil giggled, saying she liked it, and her hot breath tickled my breast.

Cecil, laughing with a flushed face and her mouth covered in whitish liquid… felt a little erotic. I shook my head vigorously and… put my breast into Cecil’s mouth.

Then Cecil, with a hazy expression, began to move her tongue and suckle my breast.

“Haaah…”

I let out a slight moan from the shallow pleasure I hadn’t anticipated. As if reacting to my voice, Cecil’s hard rod twitched.

…Given this situation, why is she saying it doesn’t hurt?

If I hadn’t stopped Cecil with my quick judgment, the situation I had imagined would surely have unfolded.

Indeed. Of course.

…Perhaps because it was slightly curved upwards, touching it wasn’t very difficult.

Soon, the Bathroom was filled with the *jjup-jjup* sound of Cecil sucking my breast and the *jjigeok-jjigeok* sound of me touching Cecil’s rod, ringing in my ears.

The feeling was strange. Is this right? That thought crossed my mind. The expression ‘dizzying’… I thought it perfectly suited the situation.

With a flushed face, I looked down. The useless mass of fat still obstructed my view. Cecil’s face, barely visible beneath it, looked happy.

Yes… it’s a relief that at least you’re happy.

“H-ugh…”

Even with a slight lapse in vigilance, suppressed moans escaped due to the strange pleasure. For some reason, I felt like I was becoming… more and more sensitive.

Usually, if you keep receiving stimulation… isn’t it normal to become numb?

I roused my dazed mind and moved my hand busily. I diligently stroked the blunt, spread-out part that Cecil… liked. It was hot. My hand felt sticky.

…Now that I think about it, I’m bare-handed.

I had always worn gloves, touching it with the feeling that I was ‘handling’ it out of necessity… but now that I was fiddling with it bare-handed, it felt as if I had wanted this myself, and I felt utterly humiliated.

To try and forget that feeling, I averted my gaze from the rod and lowered my head to look at Cecil’s face, which was clinging to my breast like a baby.

…It was hidden by my breasts, so I couldn’t see it well.

Only her reddish cheeks and a part of her red eyes were visible. Nevertheless, having nowhere else to look, I could only gaze at her. I fiddled with the back of her head, where her soft hair lay… stroked the rod… and let her suckle my breast.

Each time Cecil made a sucking sound, I even felt as if my male essence was being drained. I felt something strange about the pleasure, which was gradually growing stronger.

…Why is this happening? No matter what, this pleasure… seems strange.

“Aah… Hnngh…”

Unsuppressed moans kept escaping. Each time, the vein-like parts of the rod wriggled, and Cecil’s waist twitched.

Cecil’s red eyes, only partially visible, hidden by my breasts, seemed to be recalling something.

What… hnngh, thoughts… could she be having?

For a while, I mechanically moved my hand, listening to the sound of her sucking my breast. Suddenly, I noticed my hand stroking the rod… it was soaked. A transparent, water-like liquid and a milky-white liquid squirted out, covering my hand in Cecil’s fluids.

…Only then did I remember another reason for wearing gloves.

To avoid direct contact….

The pleasure, which was growing stronger, didn’t seem to be a delusion after all. My lower abdomen tightened, as if anticipating something. My body began to tremble slightly.

I realized that my crevice… had become wet.

It was a sensation that now felt familiar. Had I developed a tolerance, perhaps…? It was more bearable than I thought. I held onto my sanity and moved my hand busily. I had to make her release quickly. Before I lost control of my own body.

Meanwhile, perhaps because my breasts had shrunk a little, Cecil’s face became visible. As they shrank, her face came closer. It was thoroughly drenched in the whitish liquid she hadn’t managed to swallow.

…Cecil’s lucky. She won’t need to eat today.

As I entertained such idle thoughts and took in her somewhat obscene appearance, my hand involuntarily tightened.

At the same time, Cecil’s waist arched.

From the upward-curved rod, a *pyureut!* sound erupted, and milky-white liquid began to gush out. Startled, I tried to block it with my fingers, but it was futile. Instead, it sprayed out even more forcefully, as if compensating for being momentarily blocked.

I had to get away.

I straightened Cecil’s body, her face covered in saliva and milk from her mouth, as she experienced the pleasure of ejaculation. My breasts hadn’t fully returned to normal yet, but they were small enough to move, so I figured I could remove them later.

…I tried to stand up, leaving Cecil sitting there, ejaculating, but I stepped on the slippery liquid and my body collapsed.

Before I knew it, the floor was a mess, with transparent, sticky liquid mixed with milk from my breasts and Cecil’s semen. I barely managed to stretch out my arm and turn on the water, but my body was already burning, having absorbed the semen through my skin. Now I knew exactly what this feeling was.

The hand that had pressed the button plunged back to the floor, and I trembled, my hips raised. Even when I tried to push myself up with my arms on the ground, my heated body kept slipping.

 Then, I felt a hot hand rising onto my pelvis.

…Who else could it be? It was Cecil.

“Asha-nim…”

Between my raised thighs, Cecil’s rod, stiff and erect again, became visible. As Cecil pressed her body against mine, it drew closer.

“Ce-Cecil?!”

“From Asha-nim… a scent like when Asha-nim was in pain… is coming…”

“Th-that’s not it-*ghk!*”

Cecil raised her body and began to align the hard front part with my crevice. Perhaps not in her right mind, it kept slipping off due to the slipperiness.

I felt pleasure from it and couldn’t speak.

“Ariel-nim said… that a healing act is fine…”

“Kuh-heung…”

“Cecil doesn’t like it when Asha-nim is in pain… So… we must… hurry and treat it…”

Soon, like a puzzle piece fitting into place, the tip aligned with my crevice.

“Asha-nim… just a moment… please wait. Cecil will… treat you…”

I thought it would have been better… if I had just lost my mind-