Don't Try This at Home
I burst out laughing, only to catch sight of my master's sullen glare. Sweat trickled down my back.
"Had your fill of laughter?"
"...Ahem, yes."
"Then... Cecil, was it? Take her with you."
"You already checked everything?"
"While you were laughing your head off."
"...Sorry."
I took Cecil's hand from atop the table and helped her down. Her thing was still fully erect. Her face was a little flushed. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she twitched like it tickled.
"By any chance, do you have some essence collected?"
"It's back at the workshop."
"Let me see it."
"Then we should move to the workshop."
I tried to lead my master there, but Cecil—still bulging out her dress—caught my eye. Still, escorting Master to the workshop came first, so I started walking. After showing her the beaker of essence I'd stored in the preservation box and getting her permission to step away, I returned to the reception room to check on Cecil...
She wasn't there.
"Cecil?"
No answer came when I called her name. Leaving the reception room to search, I heard a voice. Following it led me to the bathroom door, slightly ajar.
...Looks like she couldn't hold it anymore.
I pressed my face to the crack to check on her condition.
"Ah, Asha-nim...!"
Cecil had wrapped her thing with the hem of her always-in-her-mouth dress and was stroking it. Not the usual squelch squelch or schlick schlick, but a rougher sound. Yet her face still looked somehow dissatisfied.
Tension gripped me at the sight; I swallowed hard, accidentally nudging the door with a creak.
Our eyes met. Her hazy gaze sharpened a bit with returning reason.
"...A-Asha-nim?"
"Y-Yeah... you're, uh, doing that, huh."
...It felt kinda awkward. Like walking in on your kid jacking off and finding them staring back. But come to think of it, I see this every morning—why would it feel weird? It's routine... Wait, isn't that the problem? Isn't this messed up?
Before that thought could take hold, Cecil's voice reached me first.
"A-Asha-nim, help me... please."
"Huh?"
"W-With Asha-nim gone... it won't come out... C-Could you help like yesterday?"
"Yesterday...?"
The memory flashed: her leaning on me, hips bucking. I shook my head to scatter the thoughts.
"N-No, can't do that."
"W-Why not?"
"...Yesterday was... uh, just... there's reasons."
Cecil stared at me like the sky had fallen. Her hand hadn't stopped.
...No matter how pitifully she looked, no meant no. But her face—mix of vague pleasure and sorrow—tugged at me. With a sigh, I stepped close and pulled gloves from my gown pocket. Thinking one pair might be too thin, I grabbed two and slipped them on.
"Not like yesterday... but I'll help with my hands."
Cecil, too out of it to speak, just nodded... her rod twitching.
Honestly, if she couldn't finish with her own hand, would mine make a difference? But riding it like yesterday? No thanks.
...Yesterday must've been some demon possessing me.
First, I peeled away the dress hem she'd been gripping and shaking. Soaked from morning with her saliva, now drenched in what I assumed was precum.
...Kinda sticky, too. Unwearable now.
"...Change after you're done."
"S-Sorry...!"
"..."
Not sure what to say, I hesitated. Finally, without answering, I reached for her thing. Its intimidating presence made me pause, but her pained groans gave me courage.
First impression: scorching hot. Even through two gloves, the heat seeped through. Blame the thin fabric... but was it always this hot? Yesterday's haze made it hard to recall. Mine never felt like this...
...Why compare to myself? Lost mine, she gained one. My mind tangled.
Next: rock-hard rigidity. Veins bulging under the surface made it feel undeniably flesh-and-blood solid. No wonder it kills people...
Shaking off the resurfacing memory, I reached for the tip—but distance was an issue. Cecil pressed so close I couldn't bend. Finally, lifting from the base...
Heavy. Way heavy. Now aimed at my face, but I endured. Why obsess over the tip? Old memories... and sneaky glances at her sensitive spots pointed there. Had to end quick. Master was waiting.
"Ngh...!"
Bingo—she let out a muffled moan. But did my touch really change anything? Questions aside, I kept stroking.
Down: glans catching my palm. Up: same, pushing my hand back. Transparent fluid slickening it all. Each pass made it throb violently.
A few strokes in... exhausting. Too heavy to hold.
"C-Cecil, uh... hold the base for me?"
"Y-Yes... hehe..."
Blissed-out face from that alone. Just rubbing, no technique, and she's loving it—boosted my confidence? No, what the hell kind of confidence is this? Just glad it'll end soon.
Her gripping the shaft helped. Mechanical strokes now. Less weight freed a hand to support her back, the other rubbing... weird vibe, but ignored.
No need to stare down there; I watched her face instead. Buried in my chest, ragged breaths. Hot puffs tickling my breasts. Sweet scent filling the bathroom—cloying, suffocating. Gotta finish before I choke.
Hands sped up.
"A-Asha-nim... t-too fast...!"
"...Hold on a bit; gotta wrap up and go back."
"H-Hng... y-yes...!"
Why did it feel like I was tormenting her? I'm the one suffering here... Her cute face, that's why.
Faster strokes; heartbeat pulsed through gloves. No need to ask—she was close. Outer glove soaked; inner next?
"A-Asha-nim, c-coming...!"
"Shh... Master's outside."
At her announcement, I slid my hand down, angling the upward rod forward.
...Or it'd fountain everywhere, disaster.
She cooperated sweetly. Thought she'd stay gripping in ecstasy... nope.
Getting caught by Master? Horrific. Her seeing me shake my hips in heat? Unthinkable.
Then blurp blurp—she came. Felt the powerful jets from the fixed rod. Gurgle glurp echoed in my mind. Vitality awed me briefly; shook it off. What am I admiring?
Her climax... longer than usual. Morning release, yet same or more volume. What spurred her...?
We aimed for "proper" erection for Master... but she was already hard. Not important.
Her massive rod softened. Mumbling into my chest:
"A-Asha-nim... thank you."
"...Hurry and clean up."
"Y-Yes...!"
Her breath tickled again. Cleanup done, back to workshop... Master dipped into Cecil's essence with her finger, then... to her mouth?! Why the hell would she do that?!?!