Lewd Dreams and a Desperate Request
Couldn't you just... do it for me? …I had a naughty dream. I lay in bed for a long while, covering my face with my hands. The embarrassment just wouldn't fade. Right after waking up, I'd let out this weird moan, and once I realized what state I was in... I'd been like this ever since.
Self-loathing washed over me. Good thing the rooms were separated, or else... Not a pleasant thought.
I sorted through my tangled mind and got out of bed. Time to wash up. Women must leak something out from lewd dreams like men do with wet dreams—my body felt sticky because of it.
Looking out the window, dawn was about to break. The sun rising, scattering crimson light everywhere, felt like it was scolding me. …People have naughty dreams sometimes, okay? I knew it was irrational lashing out, but... what can you do when I'm in a bad mood?
With a grumble of the worst, I drew the curtains. Satisfied at blocking the intrusive yellowish light staining the window, I opened the door. The empty hallway echoed with chilly silence. Everyone must still be asleep.
The cool air hit me, and I realized I hadn't grabbed any clothes. I turned back toward the wardrobe. But... there was nothing to wear. Strictly speaking, only my old clothes from before were left.
I could just throw on something casual like usual and drape a gown over it, but... the dream from this morning made me hesitate for some reason. I wanted something that fit just right today... the perfect mood to wear something fitted, I guess.
In the end, I rummaged through the room stuffed with clothes my master had sent and picked out the most normal shirt and shorts. After the frenzy, my already sticky body grew even stickier with sweat. Disgust and grime filled me up. Got to wash up quick, I thought, grabbing a potion from the workshop and heading to the bathroom.
I tossed the clothes soaked in what I assumed was sweat into the laundry pile and stared... It was a mountain. I'd put off washing so long it had piled up. With a queasy look, I hugged the overflowing basket to my chest.
...It was kinda heavy.
"Nngh…."
Back in the day, I could've handled way more than this without breaking a sweat. A sigh slipped out automatically. Grumbling, I dumped the laundry into the big tub. Then I turned on the water and poured in the potion I'd brought from the workshop.
...At least nothing was so filthy I had to hand-wash it. Lucky, I guess? My chilled body heated up. I shoved my even stickier self under the pouring water.
Standing there dazed under the stream, I heard footsteps outside. Someone must've woken up while I was hunting for clothes and doing laundry. No point being embarrassed now, so I just... kept showering.
Soon, a tousled red silhouette appeared. I didn't need to ask who it was. A sleepy mumble came through.
"What... you're up already? So diligent…."
If it hadn't been a dream... maybe I'd have slept longer? But I couldn't say that—if she asked what the dream was about, I'd be in trouble. So I mumbled a vague reply.
Veronica nodded and took position under the showerhead.
"Ah, put the clothes you were wearing over there."
She glanced at the tub at my words, blinked blankly, then muttered in horror.
"…What the hell is that."
"Laundry?"
"No, I get that, but... who the hell... Never mind."
She quietly added her clothes to the tub and stepped under the water. I glanced at her, and... the dream flashed back. But... Veronica was fine, at least. The current Veronica was... all shiny and sleek. Harmless to me now... I suppose.
...I'd be thinking about that dream all day at this rate. To shake off the lingering images, I whipped my head side to side, wet hair whipping around with a whoosh.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
"…Just psyching myself up."
"You sick or something?"
"…."
Did I look that bad...? A sudden wave of depression hit, and I just stood there mutely under the water. Veronica flailed in panic.
"D-did I say something too harsh?"
"…Nah, it's not that."
She let out a relieved sigh, which was kinda cute. After that, we finished showering in silence and dried off. With Veronica's help, it was quick. I fumbled a bit with the buttons' direction... but it was minor.
I thought about hanging the stuff in the tub to dry, but it needed time anyway... so later. I threw on some clothes and started making breakfast. That's when Cecil came down, rubbing her eyes.
She sniffed the air and approached.
"Asha-nim. Good morning."
"…Yeah."
After greeting me politely, Cecil warmly greeted Veronica too, then chattered back at me.
"Asha-nim. Cecil saw you in a dream last night."
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
"Oh... r-really. I'm cooking now, so talk later?"
"Understood! Cecil will set the table!"
Glancing back, Veronica was eyeing me with narrowed eyes. Afraid our gazes would meet, I focused on the food. Dodging her piercing stare, we finished eating and finally... moved to the workshop.
Veronica, who'd been watching me, switched back to a serious face once I started potion-making. I watched the two dive into work for a bit, then geared up. The stuffy equipment I'd ditched twice yesterday with zero progress.
I pulled a beaker sloshing with white semen from the preservation box... and remembered mindlessly sucking it into my mouth and swallowing.
...Maybe that's when I started avoiding the experiment. Anyway, no problem now. Master left tools behind.
Using fancy high-end tools for the first time... on Cecil's semen, of all things. No, this was important. More than anything. So... it's not weird.
I scooped some semen from the full beaker and started experimenting—mixing with materials to check reactions, that sort of thing.
Even so, it felt good to do an unplanned experiment after so long. If only the subject... wasn't the semen from the homunculus I made.
Deep in focus for a good while, someone tapped my shoulder. Looking up, it was Veronica.
"Any progress?"
Checking the time, it was nearly lunch. I tidied up roughly, took off the gear, and replied.
"…Not really."
Nothing special. Couldn't figure out why it affected me like that but grew a dick in others. Some reactions with specific materials looked promising... but nothing major.
I threw myself into experiments for days like that. Sometimes making potions Veronica requested for a break... but no leads, so frustration built. Maybe that's why... I got impatient. Hitting a wall like this was rare.
I rolled a tiny white pill between my gloved palms. ...Probably just like the ones Master made. Exactly the same, I think. Just Cecil's semen hardened into an easy-to-swallow pill.
The reason I made it... Semen from the dick that grew after consuming Cecil's—how does it differ? I wanted to know that. With no clues, it seemed like my only breakthrough.
For starters... the ones from ingestion don't disappear, right? ...Master's vanished. ...Veronica's probably did too, though not certain.
So... there must be a clue there.
As the day ended and the sun set, after dinner, I asked Cecil to clean up. She smiled brightly and gathered the dishes without complaint. Next, I called Veronica.
She tilted her head but followed obediently. Standing around felt awkward, so we moved to her room. I'd seen her set it up myself, so nothing special... but it kinda smelled like Veronica.
But... that wasn't important now. I handed the box to her puzzled face.
"What's this?"
"…Open it and see."
For some reason, her face lit up with anticipation as she opened it—but confusion filled her eyes soon after.
"This is…."
"What you think it is."
"I see... So? You're not just showing me to tease, right."
...Come to think of it, Veronica originally came wanting to know how to make 'this.'
Lucky her... she'll learn today. Her face, full of doubt and annoyance, flushed with shock and surprise in an instant.
To her dizzy self... I made one request. ...If I'd thought just a bit more... maybe I wouldn't have asked.
But impatience made me urge her.
"Eat... this?"
"Yeah…."
"Why?"
"…Need a sample."
"Sample?"
No matter how urgent... it was an embarrassing request, face heating up. But... I needed it.
"Want the semen... from the dick that grows after you take it."
I needed Veronica's semen. I couldn't extract mine if I ate it—I'd just get horny.
Veronica's face turned as red as her hair at the request.