This Can’t Be Real

Claudia, opening her eyes, surveyed her surroundings with a blurry vision.

The first thing that caught her eye was a mass of light pink hair, wiggling as if yearning for affection, clinging to her breast.

Claudia let out a chuckle at the cute gesture and lifted her hand, which had been submerged beneath the water.

Though she had regained consciousness, what truly awakened her from her dream-like state were the light pink hairs, clumped together and stuck to each other. Asha’s hair, which should have been clean, was a mess.

Taking that in, Claudia rummaged through her memories.

She remembered getting into the bathtub, feeling all pumped up, but her memory after that was hazy.

Asha wouldn’t normally be clinging to her breast and rubbing her body against it, so something must have definitely happened.

Seeing Asha covered in mottled, whitish liquid, Claudia vaguely guessed what had happened. As if to confirm it, she felt a stinging pain in her lower body.

…How much did they thrust?

The bathroom was filled with the smell of males… to the point where she felt suffocated.

First… should I clean up?

Claudia gently detached Asha’s slender body and lifted her. She was light. Claudia couldn’t hide her bewilderment at the sight of that fragile body wiggling in response to external stimuli.

On her soft breasts, red marks remained as if someone had gripped them tightly. Looking up slightly, clear bite marks were visible on her neck and shoulders. From the hole, which she assumed had been most abused… whitish fluid was dripping, drip, drip, into the water.

Even from both holes.

“Hmm…”

Seeing the flowing semen, Claudia’s mind became complicated. As she carried Asha out of the bathtub, the two people who had been asleep due to the aftermath of the transformation also woke up.

Veronica, waking up, screamed at the scene unfolding before her eyes.

“Kyaaaak!”

…In a way, it was natural. Who wouldn’t be surprised when whitish semen was dripping from both holes of a girl dangling in the air? Especially when she had just woken up and hadn’t yet grasped the situation.

Unlike Veronica, Cecil, who had been blinking, sniffed her nose and approached Asha and Claudia. Then, she tilted her head and spoke.

“The smells are too mixed… I don’t quite understand. Why is Shaa-nim like this?”

Claudia felt awkward. She wondered how to explain this to her innocent assistant. She was certain that revealing the truth was… definitely not her job.

…In the end, it meant she would pass the buck to someone else.

“It’s because she was in the bathtub for too long.”

Cecil’s eyes widened as she looked at Claudia.

“Is that so?”

“…Probably.”

Claudia replied that way and scanned their bodies. They were clean. Unlike the mottled Asha. Realizing this difference, Claudia decided she needed to wash Asha again before they noticed, and she moved.

“I’ll take care of the cleanup, so you take Veronica-ssi upstairs.”

“What about Shaa-nim?”

As if nothing else had caught her eye from the beginning, Cecil’s gaze was fixed solely on Asha. Claudia felt… a strange sensation. A feeling that if she zoned out… she wouldn’t be able to achieve what she intended.

Claudia, holding Asha, who was dripping whitish liquid, drip, drip, from her holes, and Cecil’s eyes met in the air.

Veronica, watching from afar, also felt a strange sensation.

What are those people… doing?

Veronica, who had already cast away the memory of screaming in surprise, had finished assessing the situation. Unlike the clueless Cecil… she possessed the knowledge.

If this is the case, who should take responsibility? Should we… distinguish by hair color…?

Thinking the same thing, she splashed her way out of the bathtub.

Although the milky white fluid dripping from Asha’s holes right now wouldn’t contain Veronica’s, such a thought wasn’t in her mind.

A strange atmosphere was about to flow through the bathroom, but then.

“Ah-eut…”

Asha’s heated voice roused them. The three, having implicitly agreed that moving Asha was the priority, began to move busily.

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I had a dream.

It wasn’t a special dream.

It was an ordinary day: waking up in a soft bed, eating as usual, making Potions… a daily life where I yearned for a little leisure. The time I spent alone in the Workshop, letting the years pass by endlessly.

Things I took for granted. Hands that reached the top shelf, healthy stamina… trivial things like that.

As I thought it was strange, the world began to crumble and mix like clay. The scenery and I began to separate.

As I realized it was a dream due to the surreal scenery, my thick fingers became slender. My clear vision was obscured by light pink hair. The clothes wrapped around my body fluttered to the floor.

I shivered from the sudden draft. Then, someone embraced me from behind. It felt as if there were multiple hands-

At the same time, I woke up from my sleep.

Sunlight streamed into my wide-open eyes. As I squinted, the remnants of the dream scattered, and the events I had experienced before falling asleep began to resurface.

My body recoiled.

…Is my body alright?

What remained in my mind was the sensation of hot water entering my nose and mouth… being buried in Claudia’s ample breasts… or the rod mercilessly stirring below….

I felt… that I had gone through something immense.

Who on earth should I complain to about this? And why did such a thing happen in the first place… I still don’t quite know. Even if I assume my body got heated because of Cecil… I don’t know why the three of them suddenly went crazy.

Still, I was grateful that I could think normally again. It was truly terrifying when my thoughts flowed haphazardly. Like my brain cells were burning and I was turning into an idiot….

I don’t want to recall any more of it.

Shaking my head, I looked around and found myself on my familiar bed. There was no one on the beds, which were almost pushed together.

Where did everyone… go?

At some point, unlike before, I had developed a habit of checking if someone was there when I woke up. Or rather, it might just be the emptiness I felt without the body heat I always sensed upon waking.

I saw light seeping in through the window. It seemed… morning had already arrived.

…I should go downstairs. After all, I have a delivery scheduled for tomorrow.

Though I resolved to, it took a bit of courage to move my body. Based on my past experiences… I thought severe pain would accompany it.

But when I moved, it was… better than I expected. Instead of the intense agony I anticipated, it ended with just a slight stiffness. It felt like the day after skipping training due to muscle soreness from intense exercise.

I threw off the blanket and stepped my feet onto the floor. Indeed… I was fine. The clothes I was wearing were a little loose. It seemed they were the clothes I used to wear. Feeling a bit bitter, I stood in front of the mirror… and I was perfectly clean.

As if nothing had happened.

Only my skin was slightly visible through the loose clothes, but there were no traces of the intense… that, that thing that had flashed through my mind. My neck and shoulders, where Claudia and Veronica had bitten, were clean without any red marks.

…Perhaps the bathtub, which I hadn’t been in for a long time, was so comfortable that I fell asleep without realizing it? Everything I experienced was just an overly vivid dream, right?

Right? Such a thing couldn’t possibly be real, could it? Orgasm while having my insides crushed is too unrealistic, isn’t it?

…If so, that would mean I’m so sexually frustrated that I’d have such a dream.

Wouldn’t it be better to just say that’s the case? While I was spacing out in front of the mirror, thinking useless thoughts, I heard the sound of the door opening.

I felt someone approaching me with pattering footsteps. Soon, they hugged me tightly! I felt a soft sensation along with a familiar body temperature.

“Asha-nim!”

It was Cecil. She clung to me and rubbed her face against me. The somewhat chilly room suddenly felt warm. Come to think of it, the Potion’s effect seemed to have worn off, as her animal ears were gone. Mine were too. Perhaps because I was used to not having them, I was slow to notice.

“Cecil…”

As I stroked Cecil’s head, who was clinging to me fiercely, and looked towards the doorway, Veronica was standing there. For some reason, her eyes were red-rimmed.

“Ah, Asha!”

When I gave an awkward smile, Veronica approached, huffing and puffing.

…Why are their reactions so intense?

“What are you grinning about?! You’ve been lying in bed for three whole days, and you can still laugh!?”

At Veronica’s outburst, my body stiffened.

I… was lying down for three days? My hands trembled at the unbelievable reality.

“…Three days?”

“Yes! Three days!”

As I trembled, Cecil clung to me even tighter, and Veronica, who had been angry, also quieted down. They began to look at me with worried expressions.

Having heard the unbelievable truth, I despaired and muttered.

“…Potion delivery.”

“What?”

Veronica asked back with a dumbfounded expression.

“The Potion delivery that was supposed to happen yesterday… it was quite a big one… the losses… the compensation…”

“Is that important right now!?”

I received a knuckle punch from an angry Veronica. Then, my vision blurred.

“Huh? A-Asha?! W-Why are you suddenly like this!?”

“Ve-Veronica-nim! What have you done?!”

“Ah, no, I didn’t even hit that hard… C-Could it be preg-?”

I lost consciousness once again.

Some time later, I woke up in bed again, realized that what I had experienced was not a dream, and made a single resolution.