The Confused Alchemist
I was startled when Cecil suddenly bucked her hips. …Well, can you blame me? It’s only natural to flinch when something that’s been inside you starts throbbing like that, right?
But once I confirmed she had no intention of going further, the second time around felt fine. In fact, as I matched her hip movements with my hand, I could feel Cecil’s expression melting away. Watching that pretty face twist into something so lewd was… always a strange sensation, no matter how many times I saw it. Her eyes glazing over, hot breaths spilling from her flushed cheeks, her lips so glossy it looked like drool might trickle from the corner any second. …I always felt like I was being fooled by this cute, harmless face of hers.
When I looked at her face, it whispered to the man inside me that it was fine, she was just so adorable. But… when I glanced down at where my saliva and the fluids leaking from Cecil’s mushroom head mixed together, producing wet, sloppy sounds that were downright vulgar… I had no idea what to feel anymore.
A sweet fragrance began to spread around us. Maybe that’s why I was hyper-aware of how strangely it was affecting my body? Like a dog trained on treats, I could feel my own body gradually heating up, slow and steady.
With my mind growing a bit hazy, I focused on moving my hand. As if that was my sole purpose on earth.
The hot rod that no longer belonged to me was now just resting in my gloved hand—well, “resting” might be the wrong word. It felt like it was getting thicker, more menacing by the second, but I kept stroking it steadily with my gloved fingers. Especially focusing on the tip, where Cecil let out involuntary moans every time I touched it.
I must have gotten too absorbed, because Cecil’s sudden voice caught me off guard for a moment. But I snapped back to reality and remembered my task. Right—collecting her essence. That was my job today. To get my body back to normal.
I grabbed a beaker while caressing Cecil’s rod, but… of course, my position made it impossible. So I figured I could let Cecil handle the rest while I caught it. But for some reason, in that moment, the option of simply stopping didn’t even cross my mind.
Instead, I naturally pressed my body against her back. And whispered into her soft-looking ear. The way she jolted and trembled… sent another weird thrill through me.
Cecil’s hair carried the same fragrance as mine. Well, we were using the same stuff, so that made sense.
I gripped my fading focus and aimed her rod at the beaker. It felt oddly like taking a piss with it attached—though obviously, I never fiddled with the tip like this back then. Was it the empty void I felt down there? Or the surreal sight of barely reaching the beaker even with our bodies pressed together? It didn’t feel that strange, somehow.
Soon, I felt the pulsing throb in my hand gripping the rod. As Cecil’s essence surged fiercely through the shaft, pushing my fingers aside, I desperately held on. I couldn’t waste a single drop of this precious stuff. The more, the better. That way… Master could find a solution faster.
I stared blankly at the white liquid starting to fill the beaker. Only when it splashed against the sides, making it wobble, did I snap out of it and refocus on the rod.
The absurd length and volume of her ejaculation, the forceful spurts that hardly seemed possible… they were familiar now. I saw it every morning, after all. Staring at it always reminded me of those ridiculous hentai scenes from my past life, where they filled wombs to overflowing.
Watching Cecil’s essence paint the beaker white with those glorp glorp sounds… it didn’t seem impossible. That thought crossed my mind.
Suddenly, something inside me tingled sharply… but it was probably nothing. Maybe I just needed to use the bathroom or something.
Before long, Cecil’s climax ended. Watching the rod shrink bit by bit… I felt a pang of regret. Wasn’t that enough? Should I squeeze out more? Without realizing it, I whispered to her in a husky voice. Probably laced with my desperate longing to return to normal.
“…Cecil, um… do you think… more could come out?”
“I… don’t know.”
Despite her words, the shrinking rod was already swelling back to life. Thrilled at the prospect of more, I grabbed a fresh beaker. By now, pressing against her from behind had become my default position.
It looked like she needed more stimulation, so I slipped her squishy earlobe into my mouth.
“Ah, Asha-nim?”
“Shh… I’ll give it to you…”
“Th-this feels weird.”
I had no idea if this helped with ejaculation since I’d never tried it myself, but it reminded me of some video I’d seen before… so it should be fine, right? Look at Cecil—she called it weird, but every time I suckled her earlobe, her fully erect rod twitched eagerly. Seemed helpful enough.
From the trembling Cecil, leaking lewd moans, I collected more essence. I was the one doing the extracting, but I tired out first.
Still… we got way more than I expected.
“Asha-nim… is it over now?”
“Y-yeah… this should be enough.”
Looking at Cecil’s face, beaming with a bright smile amid her heavy breaths, I thought: What the hell have I done to this girl? Guilt washed over me.
Thinking back now… I have no clue why I did it.
I shook my head vigorously to clear the thoughts. Then, vowing to treat Cecil better, I sent her off to the bedroom.
I sealed the beakers of essence and stowed them in the preservation unit… and realized my whole body was drenched in sweat. The sensation of that rod still lingered on my hands.
My bizarrely feverish body needed cooling, so I rinsed off with cold water and headed back to the bedroom. There, bathed in moonlight filtering through the curtains, lay Master and Cecil, fast asleep. I must have taken too long in the bath—Cecil was out too.
The sight of those two beauties lying on the bed in the moonlight… it was like ethereal beings from a fantasy, or a perfectly painted masterpiece.
Then Cecil’s sleepy voice murmured.
“Asha-nim…”
Seeing her flushed face call out to me in her sleep brought the guilt crashing back. I couldn’t bring myself to climb into bed.
With a sigh, I dragged the spare blanket to the parlor sofa and crashed there. Good dreams probably weren’t in the cards.
“Why sleep on the sofa when there’s a perfectly good bed?”
I felt my body being shaken awake, and as I opened my eyes, Master’s face appeared amid a fruity fragrance. Her emerald eyes stared at me, brimming with questions.
Remembering last night, maybe trying to bury it, some exaggerated, novel-like masculine speech slipped out unbidden.
“…There were circumstances, milady. This unworthy disciple greets his master this fine morning.”
“…Did you eat something bad yesterday? I don’t recall any strange ingredients.”
“Perish the thought, Master. This unworthy disciple merely—”
A flick landed on my forehead.
“Enough nonsense. Get up and eat breakfast. No amount of posturing will turn your body back, so drop the weird speech.”
“…”
“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Bad dream?”
Her hand that flicked me now gently stroked my hair.
“…Something like that. My sleep was a bit restless.”
“Probably from sleeping uncomfortably.”
“Yeah… probably.”
I threw off the blanket and stood. Master chuckled softly.
“Looking at the workshop… those beakers are overflowing. That eager to get me back quick?”
Heat rushed to my face.
“N-no, it’s not like that! I was just overflowing with motivation to get back to normal… and it’s not that much anyway!”
“Just teasing. Just teasing.”
“…Is Cecil still asleep?”
“Yes, she looked exhausted. Given the amount in the workshop, it’s no wonder.”
A sigh escaped me.
“…I should give her the day off.”
“That’s your call.”
We headed to the kitchen together and ate a simple breakfast. Elves might seem like grass-munchers, but nope—not at all. It was mostly light fare, though.
After finishing my habitual milk, we moved to the workshop. Master scratched her head.
“This should be plenty for research.”
“Great, but… can you transport it all?”
“I’ll take some, and the rest… I’ll have to hire transport.”
“That’ll cost a fortune.”
Master giggled.
“Even so, when my one and only disciple is so eager to return to normal, I can afford that much.”
“…”
Tears pricked my eyes first thing in the morning.
“I’ll handle these, so don’t worry—just wait.”
With that, Master packed some beakers in her bag, boxed the rest, and left. Her silhouette in the morning sunlight looked so reliable.
…Wait, she’s leaving now?
It felt as refreshing as her arrival. I slapped my cheeks lightly and headed back to the workshop. I’d decided to let Cecil rest today, so I had to hustle.
I was deep into potion-making when the visitor signal chimed. Sounded like more than one. Things got a bit noisy outside.
What could it be?