Why It Wouldn't Rise, and the Kiss That Did
First time? Why isn't Cecil getting erect? Was it because she came so much the other day? Nah... that can't be it. It wasn't yesterday, and it's been ages since then. So... is it the mood? Even for Cecil, who used to pop a boner at the drop of a hat, maybe it's too sudden—no real buildup to get her hard in this situation.
...Though that doesn't add up, since there were times she sprang up like crazy without warning. Guess Cecil's grown up a bit. That teary face of hers, upset that she couldn't help me—it didn't look fake at all. Felt bad even suspecting it.
So... what now? I stroked Cecil's head as she sniffled, pondering. Scolding her for not getting hard would be weird, right...? Touching it myself... that'd probably work, but no way. Not because I hate Cecil—it's like walking naked into a beast's den to hunt it. Trying to harvest essence from something that might go into heat... no, that's off-limits.
Calming my own trembling body just from thinking about it, I patted her soothingly—then our eyes met. Those ruby eyes, like they could suck you in, stared up at me all teary. Such a pretty face. Pretty enough to stir my lust without me realizing. Of course, I've got nothing down there to rise right now.
I stared at her soft-looking lips... and an idea hit me.
This... might be okay.
"Um... Cecil?"
"Asha-nim...?"
Her teary eyes blinked up at me.
"Wanna try saying 'ahh'?"
"Ahh~."
I swallowed, suddenly tense.
"I'm gonna... do something to you now. Tell me if it feels bad, okay?"
"Yes!"
Cecil opened her little mouth wide in reply. Between her parted lips gleamed pearly white teeth and a soft pink tongue.
Sh-should be fine, right? She won't hate it... right?
I didn't want to touch her down there. Showing my body like last time might work, but... that felt off too. So... what could create that mood without doing those things?
What popped into my head was... a k— no, a kiss.
I knew it was a bit... indecent. Shameless, even. But what choice did I have? And hey, compared to burying my face between her legs, this was downright gentlemanly, wasn't it?
"Asha-nim?"
All the while, Cecil obediently held her mouth open, gazing at me. No backing out now—I'd already said I would.
I set down the beaker, grabbed her soft cheek, and tilted her head slightly. She accepted my touch without resistance. Guilt flickered for a second, then I leaned in... and pressed our lips together.
Her hot breath flowed over my lips into my mouth. Mine did the same to her. I saw her eyes go wide. No disgust in them, though—so I figured it was safe to keep going.
I nibbled her lips with mine, then flicked my tongue against them. My saliva smeared on her mouth, making it glisten. When I slipped my tongue inside, Cecil jolted.
Does she hate it...?
That worry vanished as her tongue reached out to meet mine. Clumsily mimicking me, she poked at it—tap, tap.
Tension melted away. She doesn't hate it...
I wrapped around her tongue, licked it, gave it a gentle suck—and quick learner that she was, Cecil copied me flawlessly.
The room, once filled with shy kissing sounds, soon echoed with sloppy wet noises and the heat of tangled tongues. It didn't take long. We explored each other's mouths, swapping sweet saliva. Cecil's face twisted in distress—she'd forgotten to breathe.
We parted briefly, a long silver strand connecting our lips.
"...Breathe through your nose."
She looked disappointed, but beamed and leaned in again. The deep kiss resumed. So intensely I forgot what we'd even come here for.
...Embarrassingly, I'd gotten a bit aroused too. Can't be helped, though. Cecil's... so cute and pretty.
When I snapped out of it, her rock-hard rod was pressing against my lower belly. I yanked my mouth away in shock. Harsh breaths poured from both our lips, slick with saliva.
Holding her shoulders, I pulled back my hips.
"...Can you do it now?"
"Just... a little more... please?"
She gazed at me with hazy eyes. I fought the urge to indulge her and shook my head. We hadn't come to the room just to make out, after all.
She nodded obediently, though her eyes stayed glued to my lips.
As if on cue, Cecil hiked up her dress. Her fully erect cock sprang free, twitching threateningly up and down. The tip glistened with sticky, clear fluid.
She gripped the shaft and opened her mouth.
"Asha-nim... what we just did... what was it?"
I wiped my soaked lips with my clothes, grabbed the beaker from the floor.
"...A k—kiss. That's what it's called."
Cecil stroked naturally along the shaft. Her hand met the precum with a wet schlick-schlick.
"I see... Cecil felt something whoosh up hot inside... it felt weird."
"Y-yeah... I bet."
Thinking about it, this might be the first time I initiated a kiss... Made me feel kinda shy. Was this weird? Perverted?
Still, we'd achieved our goal, so... silver lining?
But Cecil wasn't cumming yet. She was still hard, panting hot breaths, but maybe not enough stimulation.
...I watched her flushed face a moment, then stepped closer. Like before, to help however I could. Couldn't touch it, but... this much, at least.
She was doing this for me, after all.
Cecil looked up at me through cloudy eyes.
"Asha... -nim?"
"I'll kiss you. When it feels like you're gonna cum... pull away. Oh, and—d-don't kiss just anyone, got it?"
"Understood!"
Her flushed face bloomed into a flower-like smile. I swallowed pooled saliva... and kissed her again.
...This time, with the wet schlick-schlick sounds from below.
I ignored the heat rising from my core. Kissing made my head fuzzy too. Cecil, once awkward with her tongue, now welcomed it expertly—and tangled hers around mine like she'd never let go.
Her slight aggression startled me, but... that cute face pulled me back in. One hand clutching her dress, the other holding the beaker.
As we kissed sloppily—smack, smack—a sweet scent began to rise.
Now I knew what it was, and where it came from. Impossible not to.
...Anyone clueless at this point would be an idiot. And I'm not that dumb.
So... Cecil was about to cum.
We broke with a gasp. Her face was a mess—probably from the dual pleasure of her handjob and the kiss.
Still cute, though. I crouched on the cold floor, positioning the beaker before her cock. The tip throbbed right in my face... intimidating as hell.
Before I could blink, thick white semen erupted into the beaker. I'd braced for the force—it slammed hard. Tap, tap! It filled bit by bit.
Her volume was always insane... but today it dragged on forever. Gushing like a faucet fit perfectly.
Spent, Cecil exhaled dreamily. No sloppy face-shots like last time—that'd be poor learning. I waited calmly till her cock settled.
Honestly... it was getting heavy. Sure enough, residual spurts layered the bottom with a glurk-glurk.
...Not a chance this time.
I set the full beaker down, approached Cecil. Wiped her saliva-slick lips with her clothes, straightened her dress. And finally... stroked her hair, praising her.
"...Thanks. For helping me out."
"Any request from Asha-nim is fine anytime!"
Felt like I'd done something awful... but she seemed happy, so... okay?
Worried she'd demand payment again, but she looked satisfied with the kiss—no more words.
Forgot all about it, maybe.
I sent Cecil off first, caught my breath, then left the room—beaker of fresh essence in both hands.
In the workshop, Veronica's eyes met mine, flicking between me and the beaker. Her face flushed red.
I knew it couldn't be helped... but embarrassing was embarrassing.
I sealed it tight in the preservation case... and made myself scarce.
Planned to start research right away, but no way I could focus with Veronica or Cecil around. Plus, fatigue hit hard.
I crashed on the bed—and woke the next morning.
Before I could register skipping dinner entirely, Cecil rubbed her eyes and smashed her lips against mine.
Staring blankly, she grinned sleepily from her tousled face. Over her shoulder, Veronica's stunned expression.
Doubt flooded her eyes—like she demanded an explanation.