Morning Milk and Sweet Indulgence
After finishing the story about her new commission, Claudia finally left—having even secured a date promise. Waving goodbye to the beaming Claudia, who said she could hardly wait for the day we'd meet, Asha made up her mind. I'll take Cecil on the date too. The three of us holding hands, enjoying a wholesome outing? It'd surely be heartwarming and fun. Right?
Giggling to herself, she felt a twinge in her stomach. After reassuring the worried Cecil and mustering her slightly improved strength, she got to work brewing potions. That evening, she taught Cecil a new recipe. True to form, Cecil soaked it up like a sponge and nailed it effortlessly. From now on, we can take turns cooking, Asha thought.
After a quick wash, she slipped into bed with Cecil. Stroking the beaming homunculus's head as she said, "You've worked hard today," Asha let her heavy eyelids close. As thoughts of tomorrow's tasks filled her mind, consciousness faded. The warmth enveloping her suggested Cecil had pulled her into an embrace. With a cozy heart, she drifted off into sleep—and awoke to the worst morning imaginable.
She should have greeted a vigorous dawn thanks to the potion, but a sudden magical onset turned everything into a mess. If not for the red stains smeared between her thighs, she might not have even realized the cause of the sudden discomfort—the bed had absorbed most of it. It wasn't debilitating, but it left her feeling sticky and gross. She couldn't wrap her head around why her body was producing this stuff.
Of course, she'd known it could happen and had taken a contraceptive potion with those effects... but experiencing it so directly was a whole different story.
"Asha-nim?"
For some reason, her gut churned. Frowning, she pulled the sleepy-eyed Cecil—who was gazing at her with puzzlement—into her arms. Stroking that fluffy silver hair against warm skin seemed to ease her mood a bit. Cecil's ruby eyes widened like a rabbit's for a moment before she giggled and slipped her arms under Asha's, hugging her tight. So soft...
But... something felt damp. Grabbing Cecil's shoulders, Asha checked—and sure enough, the area around her chest was a little wet.
"...Cecil, your chest looks a bit off."
Cecil tilted her head, kneaded Asha's breasts experimentally, then declared brightly, "No problems here, Asha-nim!"
"...Not my chest."
Only then did Cecil notice her own damp clothes, stretching the collar wide. A genuinely shocked voice reached Asha's ears.
"Asha-nim! Cecil's producing milk too!"
"...Now you tell me?"
Apparently, the effect had hit Cecil as well. The only issue was how ridiculously late it had arrived. Was it something unique to Cecil, or did it vary by individual...? She might need another test subject for comparison. Or maybe adjust the ingredients and try it herself again...? This would require more thought. For now, though, she had to deal with the milk leaking from Cecil's chest. Leave it like this, and she'd soak through her clothes—or end up running around naked.
Unlike Asha, lost in complicated thoughts, Cecil seemed thrilled by her own lactation. She licked the milk off her finger with a delighted kyaruruk laugh. A glance revealed Cecil's breasts looked just a tad fuller.
Their eyes met, and Cecil beamed.
"Asha-nim, would you like to try Cecil's milk?"
That innocent question—utterly devoid of any lewd intent—sent her brooding, irritated mind up in flames. Memories flashed through her head unbidden.
Good thoughts, good thoughts... She shook her head, muttering under her breath. Misinterpreting, Cecil's voice turned gloomy.
"Does Cecil's milk... not appeal to you...?"
"N-No, it's not that! I'll drink it!"
Cecil's face lit up again. She hiked up her clothes, baring her pale skin. It took only seconds for those plump, soft mounds to replace the squishy thighs she'd been showing off. Perched on the small, snowy hills were pink nipples beaded with milky droplets.
Asha swallowed hard. "Go ahead and try it, Asha-nim!" Cecil urged, thrusting her chest forward.
...This situation was hard to process. Is this really okay? But then she remembered being nursed by both of them at once—maybe this fell within normal bounds...?
Yeah... this is just a mishap from an experiment for sales. Of course I have to handle it.
Leaning in cautiously, she parted her lips to latch onto Cecil's breast. A hot breath escaped unbidden, making Cecil giggle at the tickle. Pushing down the creeping guilt, Asha sealed her lips around the pink dispenser.
The surrounding flesh was soft. The tip was slightly firm. Milk seeped from it. Like a baby on a pacifier, she suckled chup-chup. Mimicking what Cecil and Claudia had done, she flicked her tongue against the nipple—and more milk welled up.
...Sweet. Warm milk at Cecil's body temperature coated her tongue and slid down her throat with satisfying gulp-gulps. She finally understood why those two had suckled so frantically yesterday. Tasting someone else's was... different in flavor and feel from her own.
Suckling harder without thinking, she heard Cecil whimper.
"I-It hurts a little, Asha-nim...!"
"S-Sorry...!"
A quick apology, then she latched on gently and resumed suckling slowly.
...The option to stop had already vanished from her mind. Who cares about the ranch milk now... Just then, Cecil began stroking her head—just like Asha had done yesterday.
"Since Asha-nim stroked Cecil, Cecil will do it too!"
Somehow... her head grew fuzzy. Teeth grazed, tongue danced unthinkingly. Excusing it as balancing both sides, she switched breasts.
"Ah, Asha-nim... something feels... weird."
As she diligently milked the side effects from Cecil's other breast, a wave of heat hit from the side. A glance showed Cecil's rod asserting itself boldly between her exposed thighs, fully erect while Asha was preoccupied.
Cecil panted restlessly. "I-Is it because... we skipped the morning routine...? B-But Asha-nim is drinking milk right now... so Cecil should do it in the bathroom... but it hurts...!"
Pity stirred even in her hazy mind at Cecil's pained mutterings, tormented by the untouched need. Detaching briefly from the milk, Asha whispered,
"...Just this once, you can do it right here."
"R-Right here, you say?"
"Yeah... it's got amazing absorption... It'll need maintenance anyway... Go wild."
The red stuff had soaked right in too, so semen should be fine. No smell either—it had to be safe. With permission granted, Cecil reached for her rod. Asha glanced, then latched back on.
Looking back... she wasn't in her right mind. Whatever. For now, she greedily milked the sweet nectar. Maybe all that pent-up frustration from the one-per-day limit... she rationalized.
As Asha sated her milk craving, Cecil stroked furiously. Tzup-tzup sounds rang clear in her ears. Not to be outdone, Asha suckled with chup-chup vigor. Cecil's stroking hand soon joined the other on her rod—less stroking, more... whatever. Don't think about it. Head buried, sniffing deeply... she seemed focused.
Just as fullness settled in her belly—pyurruruk! Cecil's rod twitched. Heat surged. Semen erupted in thick spurts onto the bed—plip-plip. Lingering globs sank away, vanishing cleanly.
Worth every coin... Not what it was made for, though.
Watching briefly, Asha unlatched. No more milk came. Cecil's once-swollen breasts returned to their cute size. Eyes met with the post-climax Cecil, who beamed.
"It's amazing! Completely gone!"
"...Yeah."
With her rod deflating, Cecil gazed at her expectantly. "Asha-nim! How was Cecil's milk?"
...She hadn't forgotten. Dutiful as ever. Asha mumbled after a pause,
"...Delicious."
"Yay!"
Face burning, she showered off the mess, then headed to the workshop with Cecil. Unsure whose effects were "normal," more testing seemed necessary. But first... these still-too-small breasts needed fixing.
Glancing at the smiling Cecil awaiting orders, Asha requested a potion instead.
...Doing that again right after morning fun felt too weird. Better focus on Claudia's commission today. A potion for harpy egg-laying...