Master's Teachings
Cecil, whispering her quiet report of the erection to her master, buried her face back into the breast and began suckling the milk with contented smacks.
The nipple, cooled from a brief brush with the outside air, was now tossed about by Cecil's warm, soft tongue, thoroughly soaked in saliva. Every time she sucked hard, as if determined to clean every drop, Asha felt something being drawn out from her breast. Along with it came a strange surge of pleasure.
Even in her hazy mind, she could clearly feel Cecil's rod prodding at her body. It started small, nudging against the base of her pelvis below her lower abdomen. Then, as if annoyed, it pressed firmly against her belly before poking at her navel. Finally, fully rigid, it climbed up her body, lifting the swollen mass of fat.
Cecil seemed utterly lost in suckling the breast. She'd announced it had gotten hard, but then she was too entranced by the taste of the milk to pay attention. Rubbing that rigid thing against the underside of her breast while nursing... Was that even possible? It might be partly because her breasts had grown larger, but Cecil's rod felt even bigger today. Maybe because it hung higher than usual.
...This isn't the time for such thoughts.
Cecil looked blissful with her mouth latched onto the breast. If Asha let her drink as much as she wanted instead of just one, would she make this face? If only that rod wasn't grinding against her swollen underboob...
In her dazed state, she might have kept letting Cecil nurse while watching that happy expression. Before long, something sticky seeped from the tip of the rod, wetting the underside of her breast. Along with a sweet fragrance.
Asha realized she couldn't delay any longer or disaster would strike. She grabbed Cecil's soft cheek and made her pause. Cecil tilted her head, as if asking why stop when the breast was still so large.
That expression momentarily stole Asha's words, but she forced her mouth open.
"Cecil... um... doesn't it hurt now that it's so hard...?"
Cecil, her lips smeared with milk, mumbled before replying.
"It seems fine, Asha-nim!"
"Huh?"
"Asha-nim is so kind, as expected! But you don't need to worry about Cecil!"
"..."
Cecil's bright smile was adorable. Her faintly flushed cheeks only added to the cuteness. If only that rod causing unfamiliar sensations on her underboob wasn't there...
Taking Asha's silence as approval, Cecil opened her mouth wide, slick with the sticky fluid.
"W-wait, Cecil. How about we switch positions for a bit?"
"Positions, you say?"
If they stayed like this, Asha could already see the future: drenched in Cecil's seed despite her claims of being fine, panting in front of her, missing what was no longer attached to her, fiddling with the nub above her slit.
It felt embarrassingly like begging, her face burning with shame, but she endured. She hurriedly explained to Cecil and they shifted.
Cecil looked up at her with sparkling eyes and chirped in a high voice.
"Asha-nim! Cecil feels so... cozy!"
"...Yeah?"
"Yes!"
Then could you move that menacing thing aside? I want to feel cozy too...
Supporting Cecil's body with her thigh, Asha lifted the back of her head with one hand, feeling the lush silver hair. Cecil giggled happily, her hot breath tickling Asha's breast. With her flushed face and lips smeared in sticky fluid, she looked a bit... erotic.
Asha shook her head vigorously and guided the breast back into Cecil's mouth. Cecil immediately resumed suckling, her tongue swirling in a dreamy haze.
"Hah...!"
A shallow wave of pleasure caught her off guard, drawing out a soft moan. In response, Cecil's rigid rod twitched.
...How can it not hurt with all this?
If Asha hadn't made her quick judgment call, the scenario she'd imagined would have definitely happened. No doubt about it.
...Maybe because it curved upward slightly, it wasn't too hard to handle. Soon, the bathroom filled with the sounds of Cecil's smacks on the breast and the wet squelches from Asha's hand on the rod, ringing in her ears.
This felt weird. Is this right? The phrase "head spinning" fit perfectly.
Face burning, she glanced down. The useless fat mound still blocked her view. Beneath it, Cecil's face peeked out, looking happy. Well... at least you're enjoying it.
"Hng... ugh...!"
The slightest lapse in focus let a stifled moan escape from the mounting pleasure. For some reason, her sensitivity was increasing. Normally, constant stimulation led to numbness, right?
Shaking off the fog, she moved her hand busily. Focusing on the blunt, flared head that Cecil seemed to like... stroking diligently.
It was hot. Her hand felt sticky.
...Oh, right. I'm doing this bare-handed. She'd always worn gloves before, treating it like an unavoidable chore. But now, touching it skin-to-skin made it feel like she wanted this. Mortifying.
To push the feeling away, she averted her eyes from the rod and lowered her head to watch Cecil, who clung like a baby, nursing away.
...Her breasts blocked the view. Only a glimpse of flushed cheek and crimson eye.
No choice but to stare. She fiddled with the soft-haired nape... stroked the rod... let her breast be suckled. Each smack made her feel her masculinity draining away.
The gradually intensifying pleasure felt off. Why is this happening? This pleasure... it's too strange.
"Ah! Hnng...!"
Unsuppressed moans kept slipping out. Each time, the veiny rod pulsed, Cecil's hips jerking. Her partially visible crimson eyes seemed lost in thought. What... hn, is she thinking...?
For a while, she mechanically stroked amid the suckling sounds. Glancing at her hand, it was drenched. Clear fluid like water mixed with pearly white spurts, coating it in Cecil's mess.
...That's another reason for gloves. To avoid direct contact.
The intensifying pleasure wasn't her imagination. Her lower belly clenched in anticipation. Her body began to tremble. She noticed her slit growing wet. A familiar sensation now. Have I built tolerance...? It's bearable.
Clinging to sanity, she worked her hand faster. Need to make her finish quick. Before I lose control.
Her breasts had shrunk a bit, revealing Cecil's face closer now. Smeared with unswallowed sticky fluid.
...Lucky Cecil. No need for dinner today.
The idle, lewd thought made her grip tighten. Cecil's hips bucked. With a spurt!, thick white ropes erupted from the curved rod.
Startled, Asha tried blocking with her fingers, but it was futile. The brief blockage only made it spray harder.
She had to dodge. Straightening Cecil's milk-and-saliva-smeared face mid-climax, she sat her up. Breasts not fully deflated yet, but movable enough—deal with it later.
...Trying to stand while seating the still-cumming Cecil, she slipped on the slick puddle of transparent stickiness, spilled milk, and semen. Barely reaching to turn on the water, her body was already heating from absorbed seed.
She knew this feeling well now. Her button-pressing hand slammed back down, ass up, body quaking.
Arms bracing to rise slipped on the heated slickness. Then, hot hands gripped her hips.
Who else? Cecil.
"Asha-nim...!"
Between her raised thighs loomed Cecil's rod, rigid anew.
As Cecil pressed close, it neared.
"C-Cecil?!"
"From Asha-nim... the same scent as when Asha-nim was in pain..."
"Th-that's not—ah!"
Cecil rose, aligning the hard tip with her slit. Not fully lucid, it kept slipping on the slickness. Pleasure cut her words short.
"Ariel-nim said... if it's treatment, it's okay..."
"Kngh...!"
"Cecil hates when Asha-nim is in pain... so... must treat quickly..."
Suddenly, like puzzle pieces clicking, the tip notched into her slit.
"Asha-nim... just a moment... Cecil will... treat you."
If only I'd lost my mind instead...—