Filling the Beaker Late at Night
With her goal squarely in mind, Cecil headed down to the workshop. It was because Asha-nim had called for her. She'd said they weren't brewing potions today—what could this be about? But whatever it was, it didn't matter. Cecil was happy just helping Asha-nim!
She marched briskly through the darkened house and pushed open the door to the workshop. It was a little chilly. Beyond the smoothly swinging door, Asha-nim sat in a chair. Her emerald eyes, lost in thought and somewhat vacant, gleamed faintly. Sensing Cecil's presence, she tousled her cotton-candy pink hair and turned to look at her. Seeing her in the clothes they'd bought together lifted Cecil's spirits.
"I'm here! Asha-nim!"
"Ah... you're here."
Asha-nim, who had been staring not at Cecil's eyes but lower down, shook her head vigorously. The same scent as Cecil's wafted from her.
"Um... sorry for calling you so suddenly this late."
"It's fine! Cecil loves helping Asha-nim!"
"...Yeah."
Asha-nim gazed at her with a cloudy expression before drawing closer. She seemed to mutter something like let's get this over with quick. In her hand was a large beaker.
"Today... I want to collect what's coming out of Cecil's hard thing... in here."
"Like the day we first met?"
"Ah... yeah. That's right."
Asha-nim's face seemed to flush a little. Was she remembering her first meeting with Cecil?
"Ahem... anyway, sorry to ask Cecil, but... could you make it hard?"
"Yes!"
Cecil answered Asha-nim like that, but... she had no idea how to make it hard. As she stood there flustered, unable to harden it, Asha-nim's voice came.
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"Well... Cecil doesn't really know how to make it hard. It always just... gets hard on its own."
At Cecil's words, Asha-nim's face clouded over again. But this time, it was like the sun was hiding behind those clouds—bright red. After a moment of silence, Asha-nim muttered something like no choice if I want her to go back and set the beaker on the table. As Cecil tilted her head in confusion, Asha-nim grabbed the hem of her dress with trembling hands and pulled it up, clutching it tight.
Her snowy white thighs came into view. The underwear she'd been forced to wear at Ariel-nim's insistence was just barely peeking out. Asha-nim's face turned beet red—almost the same shade as her sweet pink hair. Watching that, Cecil realized it. Her own hardness had grown achingly rigid without warning.
Unlike Asha-nim, who was still clutching and lifting her hem, Cecil's hard thing had sprung out, flipping up her dress. Only then did Cecil fully understand what made it hard. It wasn't just because Asha-nim made her run or anything like that. Asha-nim's very existence made it hard. What else could explain this?
If you thought about how sticking the hard rod into a hole was something lovers did (exceptions aside)... didn't that mean this was love? And right now, Asha-nim standing before her clutching her dress wasn't in pain like last night. So why... was Asha-nim denying it?
Ah! She must be embarrassed. Just like how her breasts were hidden away.
As Cecil's thoughts stretched out, Asha-nim's trembling voice reached her.
"C-Cecil? It looks like it's ready now..."
"...Yes! It's hard, Asha-nim!"
She felt Asha-nim's sidelong glance. It was harder than usual today. Maybe because she hadn't done it this morning? Cecil didn't know about that. But... if both the attachment and the hardening were Asha-nim's fault... shouldn't Asha-nim help with it? Even if... she was too embarrassed to allow her hole.
So... wasn't this a perfectly reasonable request?
"Asha-nim..."
"Yeah...?"
"Couldn't Asha-nim... touch it for me?"
"..."
"Is that no good...?"
After hesitating a moment, Asha-nim let out a sigh and stepped even closer. She pulled out a pair of gloves from her robe and whispered softly by her side.
"...Tell me if it's about to come out. We need to catch it in the beaker."
"Got it!"
"Then hold your clothes... up."
"Yes!"
Pulling up her clothes to her navel, Cecil watched as Asha-nim set the beaker down in front of her and reached out. The soft, cool touch of the glove met the mushroom-shaped head of her rod. But it was okay. Beyond it, she could feel Asha-nim's warm body heat.
Soon, Asha-nim began moving her hand... and it hurt.
"A-Asha-nim, it h-hurts..."
"Huh?"
Asha-nim looked flustered too. Now that she noticed, it was a bit different from usual. Normally, fluid leaked from the tip, so even if Cecil touched it or Asha-nim did, it was fine... but today it looked dry.
Why was that? Cecil's rod was harder than ever, but... no fluid came out. The thought scared her.
"I-Is Cecil bad? A d-defective product?"
"...Like I said last time, that's not it. If it gets hard too suddenly... it can be like this sometimes?"
"R-Really?"
"Probably...?"
As expected, Asha-nim knew so much. She clearly didn't have a hard thing attached, but she knew all sorts of things. After pondering a moment, Asha-nim smacked her lips... and wet the glove with her saliva.
"Ptoo..."
A silver thread connected her mouth to her hand. As she moved to grasp Cecil's rod, Asha-nim paused.
"I-It might feel a little dirty, but... better than hurting, right?"
Her face flushed as she said it. Cecil's rod seemed to harden just a bit more.
"...It's fine, Asha-nim."
"Yeah... then... here goes."
The glove, warmed by Asha-nim's body heat and slick with saliva, began rubbing Cecil's rod. It didn't hurt anymore. The slippery motion of Asha-nim's hand felt good. As if she already knew, Asha-nim only touched the spots that felt best for Cecil. Squelch, squelch—she rubbed vigorously. Soon, the usual fluid began leaking from Cecil's rod.
"Asha-nim! The fluid's coming out!"
"...Y-You don't have to announce that."
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
"Got it, ahn... yes."
As the fluid leaked, Asha-nim's hand sped up bit by bit. She still focused obsessively on just the mushroom head, not the whole shaft. Feeling that stimulation... brought back last night, when her entire rod had been enveloped in Asha-nim's warm flesh. Cecil unwittingly bucked her hips.
Asha-nim flinched at the unexpected reaction. Once Cecil's hips settled, she silently resumed moving her hand. By the time the squelching mixed fully with the splash-splash of fluid, a sweet fragrance began to waft. A familiar scent. Asha-nim's.
Asha-nim's slightly pale face flushed red again. The aroma made Cecil feel drunk, just like Ariel-nim. Once more, Cecil unwittingly moved her hips. This time, Asha-nim didn't flinch. Instead, she matched Cecil's movements with her hand. It couldn't compare to being fully enveloped... but it felt good. The signal that it was about to come soon started pulsing through her untouched shaft, throbbing.
"A-Asha-nim, it's... gonna come soon."
"Wha—w-wait a sec."
Asha-nim seemed flustered for some reason. Light returned to her dreamy eyes. Picking up the beaker in one hand, she sighed and set it back down. Then she pressed her body fully against Cecil's back, grasping the rod from behind and whispering.
"...I'll aim it like this."
In truth, Cecil could have moved her hand while Asha-nim held the beaker... but she didn't say so. No, she couldn't. There was no time for that. And it felt... too good. Cecil's mind filled with Asha-nim's hand, the warm breath against her ear, and... the thickening sweet scent.
"Y-Yes, hehe..."
Asha-nim teased the mushroom head precariously while bringing the rod toward the beaker with her other hand. Soon, the familiar sound rang in her ears, and Cecil began releasing it. What Asha-nim wanted.
"A-Asha-nim, i-it's coming now...!"
"...Yeah."
With a heated response, white fluid began filling the beaker from the bottom. Asha-nim deftly moved Cecil's rod to fill it, as if experienced. Aside from the near-spill when it hit the side... she managed to pour every drop of the liquid Asha-nim desired.
As Cecil basked in the afterglow, Asha-nim whispered.
"...Cecil, um... think there's more coming?"
"I... don't know."
Though that's what she said, Cecil's rod—acting like a separate creature—began hardening again at Asha-nim's whisper. Asha-nim, face flushed, fetched a new beaker.