Cecil's Beastly Cure
The tide disinfects filth. Asha-nim looks like she's suffering somewhere. It reminds me of Cecil when she gets all stiff. But Asha-nim doesn't have anything stiff like Cecil does.
Asha-nim, who had been hesitating, suddenly fell backward. I rush over in a panic. The beast smell is getting stronger. Asha-nim's expression is strange. It's the first face I've seen on her since Cecil met Asha-nim. For some reason, my heart... hurts. It's like lightning struck me. Something must be wrong. Could she have noticed that Cecil drank more milk? I... don't know. I look for what's different about Asha-nim compared to this morning.
First, the clothes she's wearing are different. And... the beast smell is really intense. Asha-nim drank the milk, so she probably isn't mad about that. It must be the beast smell that's the problem. That's definitely what's tormenting Asha-nim. Asha-nim is trembling as she tries to stand, her waist shaking. The spot with the thickest beast smell is being hidden. That's... not good. Cecil takes one more step toward Asha-nim.
But Asha-nim keeps backing away. Cecil keeps following. Ah, she can't back up anymore now. There's a wall behind Asha-nim. Asha-nim's breathing gets even rougher. Her face turns red like a tomato in a sandwich. I need to get rid of the beast smell fast. Perfect—while Asha-nim is sitting on the floor with her legs spread. Cecil heads straight for the spot where the beast smell is strongest.
Asha-nim seems like she wants to scratch the hole where the beast smell is coming from thickly—it's probably itchy. My guess seems right. She still can't control her body properly. So, I'll dig it out with my finger. I slide my finger in and scrape inside. Tschk, tschk—the sound echoes. Asha-nim says something in a high voice, but it's hard to make out. For some reason, hearing that voice makes me... even stiffer.
But for Asha-nim's sake, I hold back and keep scraping the hole. Lumpy clumps that smell like beast start coming out bit by bit. Asha-nim's voice gets louder. It seems effective. As the beast smell gets flushed out, it looks a bit... painful for her. Cecil feels sad, but I have to keep going for Asha-nim. But my little finger doesn't reach the smell deeper inside. Cecil is troubled. Is there something longer to push in deeper?
Then I spot my stiff thing. The mushroom-shaped tip looks perfect for scraping out the stuff inside. Cecil decides to use this. I have to hurry before Asha-nim hurts more. I line up the stiff thing with the hole that smells like beast and push it in. Suddenly, liquid squirts out from somewhere, wetting Cecil's body. I startle, but Cecil isn't scared. First, I shove the stiff thing deep to scrape out the smell inside the hole.
It's a bit tight. Is it because it's thicker than my finger? But Cecil pushes harder for Asha-nim's sake. Squelch—the sound rings out. Asha-nim is sticking out her tongue. It looks soft and squishy. Once I push it in a good way, the tip hits something. This must be the deepest part. Asha-nim's belly bulges out like she's overeaten. The stiff thing is now surrounded by something warm. It's cozy. There's one thing I haven't said. I'm definitely helping Asha-nim, but... it feels good.
Ah! It must feel good because I'm helping Asha-nim, right? Good deeds definitely make you feel good. Now, to pull out the smell, I draw back the stiff thing. It doesn't come out easily for some reason, but Cecil slowly pulls with strength. Asha-nim's waist pops! up, and a lot of the beast smell inside gushes out. I did it. Just a little more. I grab Asha-nim's thighs, lying there like a frog. They're soft. And... I push the stiff thing in once more.
This time, Asha-nim's belly bulges again. After repeating it a few times, the beast smell is almost all... out... Cecil feels... so good. Getting out the... beast smell... Doing good makes me feel... so good... From Asha-nim's hole, now that all the beast smell is gone... a floral scent wafts out. It's sweet. I remember the book I saw earlier. This seems similar... The book said it makes you feel good. My waist... keeps moving on its own. Ah, it's coming. Asha-nim has gone quiet, so... she must be okay now. Since I helped Asha-nim... it should be fine to feel good... just a little... more, right? Ah. Asha-nim's belly swells a bit more. I'm still stiff. J-just... a little more...
"...You filled the beaker with it because you didn't want to get caught drinking the milk?"
"Yes..."
"And you said you were scraping out the beast smell... so you shoved that in?"
"Correct. Asha-nim."
"...Hoo."
"D-did Cecil do something wrong?"
"I don't even know where to start..."
"S-sorry, Asha-nim... The milk was just so tasty..."
To think I'd endure something like that twice in one day. What was even scarier was that Cecil had no malice. She truly believed she was helping me... and raped me for it. Cecil seems genuinely convinced of that. Her face says she doesn't even realize what she did.
I felt the need to educate her, even if just basically. That seemed safer. For now... sorting out my body comes first. My whole body ached like it was covered in bruises. The moment I took Cecil's thing in... I didn't want to remember it. At least the pleasure from Cecil's pure intentions made it somewhat bearable.
"...Got it, Cecil."
"Asha-nim?"
"Thanks for helping, but... the method was totally wrong."
"...Is that so?"
"Yeah. I'd love to explain right now, but... my body's not up for it. For now, can you make one potion just like I write down? We'll talk about the rest... tomorrow."
"Understood."
"Yeah... don't look so down."
"Yes! Asha-nim is so kind, as expected."
"...Right. After you make the potion, bring the red one from the third storage too."
"Got it!"
Kind, huh... Nah, it's just basic common sense. I finished the memo, handed her the note, and buried myself in bed. Cecil dashed out of the room, saying she'd make it quick. My waist throbbed, my crotch... was beyond words. And my stomach hurt. Screaming had left my throat raw.
Asking Cecil to brew in that state... it was post-coital contraceptive. I didn't know if this changed body could even get pregnant, but better safe. The potion I asked for... was a healing potion. I'd made it as an emergency stock, never dreaming it'd be used like this.
Thinking of healing potions brings up old memories. The priestess I met when I joined the academy under Master's pressure. She kept nagging about how healing was something only the gods permitted. I thought it was nonsense, but I let it slide because she was pretty. The guild and temple weren't on bad terms anyway.
Come to think of it, I wonder how that eternal runner-up is doing—the one always raging about being my rival. ...Actually, all I remember is them coming at me and causing trouble. Bratty bunch. Anyway, even with a healing potion, I'd be bedridden all day... so potion-making today is off the table.
And... after getting done twice yesterday and today... I should write to Master. She knows more cases than me; it'll help big time. Just mention the body transformation, right? She's swamped this season anyway—no way she'll visit. I wrote a light greeting and the main point, slipped it into an envelope. Sealing and sending can wait till tomorrow. That's all I can do from bed.
With that, I lay back down, truly done. My body still felt a bit hot. While I dozed off briefly, Cecil had returned.
"Asha-nim! I made it just like you said!"
"Oh, yeah, you're back."
She held a minty, sloshing potion and a strikingly red one.
"Lemme see?"
"Yes!"
First, the contraceptive... Never imagined I'd be downing one of these. I shook it—perfect consistency and color. Cecil really excels once taught. With proper knowledge, maybe no more monster-shoving like yesterday. Just recalling it made me shudder.
"Asha-nim? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. You did great."
"Thank you!"
I drank the mint-choco-tasting contraceptive, then the slightly sour-bitter healing potion. Like getting DoT heals? I handed the empty vials to Cecil.
"Put these away. And clean the kitchen a bit?"
Your mess, you know.
"Got it!"
She dashed out energetically again. Time to sleep... Ah. Gotta deliver the aphrodisiacs.