Naming Cecil and the Sticky Heat
After the failed experiment, I came down to the kitchen with the somewhat dejected girl. She looked dissatisfied for some reason, but I didn't bother asking why. What, was her masturbation not satisfying enough? Not information I cared to know.
My stomach still wasn't settled enough for meat first thing in the morning, so I threw together a rough salad with some leftover bread and boiled eggs. These eggs are the last ones too... I wanted some milk. I watched the girl diligently munching on the meal I'd prepared for her. Her chewing was cute. She ate well, too.
...My food expenses are about to double. Depressed by the news, I poked at my salad with a fork before shoving it in my mouth, realizing my portion had shrunk and we'd probably eat about the same now. Should I be happy about that...? I had no idea. My mood swung from good to bad—it was downright bizarre.
I had no appetite and was just picking at my food when the girl, having finished hers, approached me.
"Asha-nim."
"Yeah?"
She sniffed close to me and tilted her head.
"There's a strange smell."
"Strange smell?"
"A weird scent mixed in with Asha-nim's usual fragrance—it's not Asha-nim's scent."
...Not a homunculus, but a puppy beastkin?
"Someone came to get potion ingredients while you were sleeping. She was a beastkin."
"I see."
She nodded as if understanding immediately.
"Do you like animals by any chance?"
"Animals, you say?"
"Yeah."
I figured if she said yes, I could indulge in some guilt-free pleasure. The girl pondered for a moment, her face lost in thought.
"I've never seen one in person, so I don't really know."
"Oh...?"
She sniffed again.
"But it doesn't seem that great."
"Really?"
"Yes."
What a shame. Not that I have the leisure for it anyway.
"By the way, I thought of a name for you."
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth calmly.
Your name from today is Cecilia, nickname Cecil.
"Your name from today is Erection."
I replayed what I'd said and realized my mistake. Cold sweat trickled down my back.
But... my little Erection seemed to like it. With her face still sparkling, she softly chanted "Erection" and continued quietly.
"Erection, you mean?"
"Ah, no, that's not—"
"It's a pretty name."
Was she serious? For real?
"That was a joke just now."
"Oh, was it?"
"Yeah."
"I see."
She looked a bit down, like she actually liked the name Erection. ...No matter what, I couldn't name a girl Erection, so I firmly corrected it and headed to the workshop. I had no appetite anyway.
"Then... Cecil?"
"Yes, Asha-nim."
"Can you make the same potion as yesterday?"
"Understood."
Cecil bounced her silver hair as she dashed to the preservation unit. I watched fondly as she diligently pulled out the ingredients I'd explained and got to work, then opened another preservation unit myself.
First things first... that. Cecil's semen.
I pulled out the sealed beaker I'd stored in the preservation unit. Honestly, after this much time, it should've gotten cloudy and dispersed, but it still boasted a jelly-like stickiness and density. Partly because of the preservation unit, sure, but still... this was weird.
I shook it gently, and it almost looked like milk. Everything weird starts looking like milk these days.
Maybe I'll scoop out a little to test. I grabbed a mouse pipette from the tool kit. I cracked the sealed lid just enough, inserted it, and brought my mouth to the end.
It looked exactly like sucking semen through a straw—not a great visual, but no choice. ...Should've splurged more on equipment for this.
Anyway, I sucked it up slowly, careful not to swallow by accident.
But... it was so sticky, it wouldn't draw up easily. I'll suck a bit harder—
"Asha-nim?"
"Hmph! *Cough*! *Cough*! W-wait a sec...!"
Ah, I swallowed it.
I dry-heaved and bolted to the bathroom. My throat felt sticky. My tongue was slick.
I shut the bathroom door. I stuck my fingers down my throat to puke up what had gone down, but something felt off.
"Hng...? Uh?"
Pressing my tongue felt good. So good my mind went hazy from the pressure on my tongue. I blanked out for a moment before pulling my fingers out. A long silver thread stretched from my mouth to my fingers.
There was moisture around my lips. I wiped my saliva and cleared my throat—something sweet lingered.
But I had no time to dwell on it. Suddenly, my body was... hot.
"Hic... what the hell, why...?"
The slight fever from yesterday returned. This time, worse. My mind fogged, my body itched. Something fuzzy gathered thickly in my lower belly, blocking something up. The unfamiliar sensation made it hard to stand properly.
I gripped the toilet and panted roughly. My breath... was hot. My mouth was drenched in fluid.
"Hnn...!"
Especially my inner thighs... and where my dick used to be—it was the worst. So itchy I wanted to scratch immediately.
The creepy feeling lingered as I panted for a while, but eventually, I couldn't hold back and surrendered my hazy mind to my body. I slipped my pale, slender—not my usual—hand between my legs. I touched the tiny bump protruding where a rod should've been.
"Hng?"
A sharp tingle hit, along with a sense of fulfillment. This... this is what I needed to touch.
This time, I flicked it with my index finger, rubbing beyond just touching. The sharp sensation signaled from the little bump to my lower belly. I felt the fuzzy mass trying to head somewhere. Another flick, and it burst a little.
Convinced this was right, my body flicked my finger on its own.
"Hngk...! Heeek...! Heaak...!"
I groaned like a beast, kept touching it. J-just a little more, and the weird feeling in my belly would fade.
Then, a voice from beyond the closed door. Cecil.
"Asha-nim?"
"Hngk!"
To stifle the moan from my flicking finger, I bit my arm. It quickly grew wet.
Cecil's voice continued.
"Asha-nim? Are you alright?"
No answer with my arm in my mouth—she sensed something wrong and tried the door. I yanked my arm out, grabbed the knob. Suppressing the weird pleasure from my unrelenting fingers, I replied to Cecil.
"Hic, I-I'm f-fine, just s-stomachache for a bit."
"Should I not help?"
"N-no...!"
Fluid leaked from my slit, making wet sounds. If I dragged this out, Cecil would see this disgrace.
"I-I'm fine on my own, g-go back to the w-workshop...!"
"Understood."
As Cecil hesitated then walked away, the mass in my lower belly burst. Like a dam breaking, intensely. Worried Cecil would hear, I shoved my arm back in my mouth. It was already bloody from my teeth marks, but no time to care.
"Hngk!!!"
I collapsed to the floor, bit my arm, surrendered to the unknown sensation. Fluid gushed from my slit, soaking the floor. Overwhelmed by the urge, I leaked again. I trembled in the afterglow for ages.
After panting wildly for a while, my body finally returned to normal. I tried to stand using the wall, but my legs wobbled—I couldn't.
I slumped again, buried my face in my knees. My shirt clung damply to my body, wetness on my ass made me shiver.
"Fuck... what the hell just happened."
I swore pointlessly. Couldn't think rationally. My suddenly reactive body left me panicked. Self-loathing surged—I even forgot why I was here.
"...I need to find a way back to my original body fast."
Before analyzing the cause, I cleaned up my mess. Got a rag, wiped the floor, changed clothes. Wanted a shower, but it'd take too long.
Rinsed my mouth with water and headed to the workshop. Cecil waited, groaning like a dog needing to poop.
I sighed and approached her.
"...What is it?"
Spotting me, Cecil's face brightened; she ran over, silver hair flapping.
"I was doing what Asha-nim asked, but there's a problem."
"What kind?"
"The ingredients you mentioned ran out."
"Ah."
Thinking about it, I should've gone shopping. Should've gone out before experimenting. ...Everything's a mess. All because my body changed. Not my fault.
Cecil sniffed.
"Asha-nim!"
"What."
"You smell nice now!"
"...What're you talking about."
"The beast smell is gone!"
The new clothes? "Yeah, yeah..."
I petted Cecil's head while planning the outing, noticing her shirt bulging. So... erect again. Halfway? She hadn't noticed yet.
"Cecil."
"Yes."
"We're going out, so get ready."
"Going out?"
"Yeah... lots to buy."
"Understood."
Best to play dumb in times like this.
"But what preparations should I make?"
"...Uh, um."
Caught off-guard by the question, I answered.
"...Money?"
Her red eyes widened like a rabbit's.
"Oh no. I have no money."
"...Don't worry, I have money."
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
Now full of outing thoughts, Cecil's shirt had calmed. I sighed, tidied the workshop. Putting away the beaker with Cecil's semen felt ominous. Probably this stuff's fault. My rinsed mouth still felt sticky.