Moonlight Pouring Down on Etched Memories

For Ariel, suppressing her sexual urges was not a difficult task.

Even more so because Ariel had no interest in such things.

Perhaps that was why?

The memory of her hips swaying above Asha was deeply etched into Ariel’s mind, like black ink spilled on a pristine white canvas.

Therefore, her hasty return from Asha’s Workshop was certainly for research, but it was also partly due to the constantly resurfacing sensations from that time and the image of her disciple panting beneath her.

If she stayed away for a while, it would be fine, she thought.

Ariel’s thought was somewhat accurate. If something wasn’t in front of her eyes, memories naturally faded.

However, the more she continued her research, the more difficult it became.

The data obtained by spreading the medicine eventually had its limits, so she had no choice but to use the medicine on herself.

As she placed her hand to collect semen, the image of her disciple came to mind. Her disheveled appearance, panting and letting out strange moans on Ariel’s rod.

That memory, which she thought had faded, unfolded vividly, page by page, in Ariel’s mind, like a graduation album popping out of a drawer.

It helped with the collection, but it filled her with self-loathing.

She hadn’t taken care of her since she was a baby, but she certainly hadn’t intended for her to be her only disciple in *that* way. Contrary to Ariel’s thoughts, that memory continued to linger deep in her mind.

…Once she collected enough, she wouldn’t need to collect any more, right?

Ariel, who had collected plenty of semen as samples, decided to make it but not touch it anymore. It was difficult to keep her clothes on as it twitched and spurted fluid, but she figured it didn’t matter since she lived alone anyway.

Leaving it hard was a little painful, but she didn’t think much of it.

The anomaly occurred a few nights later.

Ariel, dragging her tired body, headed to her Bedroom.

Feeling as if she was swimming in a vast ocean, she drank alcohol and fell asleep in an instant, but-

Ariel’s sleep was not truly sleep.

Ariel, who fell asleep in a hazy state, had a dream. She saw sweet, cotton candy-like pink hair.

Lowering her gaze, she saw soft buttocks that felt like her fingers would sink in and then spring back out.

Looking up again, she saw a deeply indented waist and a back with elegant curves. Above it, light pink hair fluttered as if being stroked by a brush.

From the crevice, sticky fluid, like honey, dripped, drip, drip.

Unconsciously, she squeezed the buttocks tightly in her hands, and her fingers sank in with a suppressed moan. A strange, peculiar heat enveloped her entire body.

Ariel realized that she was unconsciously thrusting her hips with the rod inserted. She realized she was frantically moving her body, gripping the soft buttocks, and tried to stop, but-

The dream did not move according to Ariel’s will.

With slap-slap sounds, her buttocks and pelvis collided roughly. Ariel, along with a familiar voice and the urge to urinate-

Woke up.

The hard rod that had been erect was gone.

And she saw the whitish liquid that the rod had discharged, like a final cry.

Ariel, now awake, still controlled her twitching hips. Self-loathing washed over her. She hadn’t seen the face, but the one beneath her was clearly….

Ariel shook her head.

As much as possible… she shouldn’t use it.

But that was not as easy as she thought. To get rid of it, she inevitably had to create it.

And so, Ariel’s experiments continued.

Occasionally, there were results that made it droop, but she couldn’t get rid of it completely.

That made Ariel dream new dreams.

That day, the woman in the dream had Ariel’s rod in her mouth. Unlike Ariel, who desperately tried not to look at the face hidden by the hair, the body in the dream began to roughly violate the woman’s mouth.

She gathered the woman’s hair like a handle and roughly thrust back and forth.

The sensation of a soft tongue wrapping around it.

Sticky saliva flowing down the rod.

It moved so violently that foam formed from the fluid that flowed from the tip of the rod and the woman’s saliva.

The sensation was like plunging the rod into warm bathwater with resistance.

The woman in the dream made gasping sounds but did not refuse Ariel’s hand. Instead, at the moment of ejaculation, she grabbed Ariel’s waist and swallowed the semen, gulp, gulp, down her throat.

Ariel woke up.

As before, the vanished rod and the whitish liquid greeted her.

Ariel’s dark circles deepened a little more.

With a troubled heart, she burned Spirit Grass.

Because when she burned Spirit Grass, the afterimages of her dreams would fade.

Yet, the rod she couldn’t get rid of continued to give Ariel strange dreams.

One day, inside the Workshop.

Another day, by the Lakeside.

Even in an empty lecture hall of the Academic Society.

Ariel had no face to show her only disciple. Her face was blurry, but given the circumstances, the one who always accepted her rod was… clearly.

It must have been her disciple.

She sent a letter, afraid that her disciple might visit after sending gifts. She packed and sent everything she could get her hands on with the money she earned by distributing pills at a reasonable price.

Despite such efforts… her disciple eventually came to her Master-nim’s side.

At first, she was dazed.

But soon, seeing the clear face, she snapped out of it.

Ah, she finally came.

Ariel burned Spirit Grass, desperately trying not to recall it. However, her efforts were in vain as that damn disciple reminded her of it.

When she asked for the circumstances, she naturally had to recall the dream, and eventually, the face of the woman in the dream overlapped with her disciple’s face.

Ariel couldn’t look at her disciple, Asha’s, face.

Every time her cotton candy-like light pink hair swished, the rod twitched.

She approached, unaware, exuding her body scent, and it was driving Ariel crazy.

She snapped out of it when her disciple suddenly burst into tears, but the throbbing rod still emitted intense heat.

Fortunately, there were Companions to distract her, so Ariel quickly called them in to hide the strange atmosphere.

Having taken a breather, Ariel left the Hideout late at night.

She felt like she had to deal with this rod immediately.

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“I’m going for a short walk.”

“At this hour?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No? Go ahead.”

It seemed Master-nim had gotten old and lost her night sleep. She wasn’t someone who didn’t enjoy walks, but she usually didn’t go out at night.

…Actually, I don’t know Master-nim’s exact age. She’s an elf, and her way of speaking makes her sound so old that I just vaguely assume she’s very old.

If you consider human years, she might even be in her prime.

Well, what does that matter, though?

Anyway.

Since Master-nim had left, it was my job to show the Companions to their sleeping quarters.

Come to think of it, there was a guest room even though I’d never seen guests stay overnight. I hadn’t seen anyone stay here in the years I’d lived, so it felt strange to finally see it today.

I led Veronica, who was still looking around the Hideout with curious eyes, to her room.

…It seemed her curiosity didn’t stop even inside the room, but it would be strange for me to say anything about that.

Next was Claudia, who had gotten some alcohol from Master-nim and was sipping it.

Her face was slightly flushed, perhaps from the alcohol, and she kept leaning against me, which was quite bothersome.

…Her breasts were soft, though.

Anyway, I finally managed to lay her down on the bed, and ignoring her whispers to stay, slapping the sheets, I closed the door.

Lastly… Cecil.

Perhaps caught up in the atmosphere of people who had no intention of sleeping, she was blinking her half-closed eyes and nodding off.

“Cecil, let’s go to bed.”

“Uhm… Asha-nim….”

…It seems taking Claudia to her room first was the right choice. I led the mumbling Cecil to her room. Coincidentally, it was the room I used when I stayed here.

When I opened the door… I saw the familiar interior.

Seeing it unchanged after several years… somehow made me feel wistful. I put Cecil, who was rubbing her eyes with her white fingers, to bed and then looked around the room for a moment.

“…This was here.”

I briefly fiddled with the illustrated guide I thought I had packed and other old items before closing the door and leaving. I thought it would be nice to look around with Cecil when she was awake.

She would definitely… be curious.

I stretched and came out to a place resembling a living room, but I couldn’t sense Master-nim’s presence. She wasn’t in her Bedroom, and the Workshop was also empty.

‘Is she still out for a walk?’

I knew Master-nim’s walking route. I used to walk it myself when I felt stifled.

“Shall I go for a night walk for the first time in a while?”

Was it because I was lost in memories?

I left the Hideout without much thought. There was no danger as long as Master-nim’s Guardian was around.

Using the gently pouring moonlight as my guide, I walked along the familiar path.

The night air was slightly sticky yet refreshing.

As I felt the surroundings become a little damp, I reached the Lakeside. If I pushed through the bushes, it would be immediately visible.

I also saw a figure, presumably Master-nim.

“Ma-“

I opened my mouth to call Master-nim but quickly closed it.

…It’s hard to say it myself, but… she seemed to be *doing* that. I couldn’t see clearly, but… there’s a certain rhythm to it, isn’t there?

It was truly… embarrassing. My face was burning. I felt like I shouldn’t have come out.

As I tried to turn back, pretending not to have seen anything, vines wrapped around my body.

In a moment of carelessness, I was tightly bound by the vines, and my body was gradually moved out of the bushes.

The moonlight was bright.