Veronica Takes Responsibility
Veronica clutched the box, her expression complicated as she gazed at the girl before her. Putting aside the fact that this woman was asking her to take affection from her... did she have no sense of shame at all? Veronica observed Asha's face once more. Anxiety flickered across it. Her under-eyes looked a bit shadowed, as if she'd been tossing and turning all night. Those emerald eyes, pitiful even, stared right back at her. The words coming from her mouth... were anything but.
It pleased her that Asha had come to her for help, yet a part of her thought, Well, who else could she turn to anyway? Just then, Asha's voice broke through.
"...Is it too much after all?"
"Ah, no. Fine, whatever—I'll do it."
She had come to her for a favor, after all. Last night had been one thing, but this was something she'd never experienced back at the academy. Veronica felt a strange thrill from it. That's why she agreed. Asha's face lit up at once. Thinking of a girl whose features brightened at the promise of receiving "affection" might have felt odd to some, but such thoughts didn't cross Veronica's mind.
"...I'll handle it and bring it to you, so wait outside... no, in your room, okay?"
"Ah, y-yeah."
That didn't mean she felt no embarrassment, so she sent Asha away first before opening the box. A familiar white pill lay inside. Veronica carefully lifted it out, rolling it on her palm. The round shape stirred something peculiar in her. She'd come here originally because of this thing... but now, it hardly mattered. What shocked her more was its origin—Cecil's semen.
If it's that child's semen, then...
Veronica shook her head vigorously. It was far from what Asha wanted.
"What the hell was I even thinking...?"
She let out a small sigh and brought the pill to her lips. Just before it touched her soft tongue, a sudden wave of unease made her pause. What if Asha researched my semen and returned to her original form...? Would things go back to how they were? That ambiguous space between friends and colleagues... Now, it felt quite intimate, didn't it? Their stagnant relationship had shifted dramatically with Asha's body change. That realization made Veronica uneasy. But... maybe reverting would let their relationship progress further? She... wasn't sure. Ah, my head hurts.
Veronica gave up thinking. Maybe the stress from suddenly brewing potions was getting to her; her head throbbed relentlessly. Instead of pondering, she chewed and swallowed the pill. Asha had asked for this, so there was no need to overthink. Contrary to her expectation of tastelessness like before, it carried the flavor of fruit she loved. Veronica let out a chuckle. Then, a boiling sensation stirred in her lower abdomen, followed by something familiar rising.
"...This never gets less weird."
Feeling her underwear stretch, she hastily stripped it off. It wouldn't tear, but stretching was a problem. Bare now, she visually confirmed the rod sprouting from her. Still... that shape never grew on her.
"...Feels a bit different from before? Ah..."
When she'd eaten it in peak arousal, it had shot straight up. But now, far from that state, it hung slightly limp. Veronica's face flushed as understanding dawned.
"Ha... damn it."
She'd assumed it'd handle itself once swallowed, but now she was stumped. What did men do to... get excited? Did getting excited over what turned men on excite this? So how the hell was she supposed to—
Her head throbbed again. ...In the end, only one person could teach her how to solve this. Straightening her clothes, she opened the door. She crossed the hall toward Asha, waiting for her "affection." Rubbing her temple, Veronica reflected bitterly. She'd once brewed potions solo without help, enough to make her head ache like this... I still can't reach that level.
A little depressed, she knocked weakly on the door. Asha peeked through immediately, as if expecting her. Seeing empty hands, Asha tilted her head.
Veronica averted her gaze and spoke. "...It didn't get big."
"Ah..."
Asha grasped the situation instantly and pulled Veronica inside, lest anyone see. She figured it was like with Cecil. This time, though, the mental burden was lighter. From Ariel's hip-shaking experience, she doubted Veronica's semen would have Cecil's aphrodisiac effect. Still... what was she supposed to do? Asha recalled her past life. In hospitals, even outdated ones, they provided a "handjob" for semen samples, crudely put. ...Did she need to prepare something? No, it was just this once, right? With Cecil, she'd kissed... but Veronica might hate that. Asha hesitated. Why was she racking her brain to erect someone else's dick...? Self-loathing crept in, but since Veronica had asked, taking responsibility felt right. First... Veronica's preference mattered most. But before Asha could dwell, Veronica spoke faster.
"Um... got any hang-ups? You extracted from Cecil, so something similar happened... Can't you just do what you did then?"
"Ah... uh."
Asha's face reddened. Veronica's eyes narrowed. What depraved act had elicited that reaction?
"...What did you do to make you react like that?"
"N-no... it's..."
Veronica pressed the stammering Asha until the truth spilled out. Her face hardened at the answer. Maybe from the mounting headache, she looked a bit menacing.
"...Then do it to me too."
"Huh?"
"Like with Cecil... do it to me."
Somehow pushed onto the bed, Asha pondered. Was this okay...? Veronica knew her original form—did that matter? But Veronica's throbbing, menacing expression made deep thought impossible. What was eating her so much? It'd only been once, out of necessity for the experiment. Asha sighed and approached.
Maybe both will satisfy her...?
"If you're okay with it."
"Y-yeah... uh... yes."
Only then did Veronica realize what she'd said, blushing belatedly. Asha, resolute, barely noticed. The two faced each other quietly.
"Doing it?"
"Y-yeah, uh, yes."
Asha's lips overlapped Veronica's, like a broken clock stuttering affirmatives. Soft, moist lips collided and intertwined. Asha tapped Veronica's lips gently, like knocking, then licked them with her lukewarm tongue. Veronica's body trembled faintly at that alone. Unsure what emotion to feel, she parted her lips, welcoming the now-warmer tongue. Soon, they inhaled each other's exhaled breaths; tongues tangled, saliva mixing. Wet chup, chup sounds echoed in their ears—a major stimulus. Veronica felt the insistent presence of her fully erect member. Should she like that a mere kiss had swollen it so, or feel shame? For now... she hid it from Asha. She wanted more, just a bit.
Oblivious, Asha kept entwining tongues. Her mind fogged hazily. Veronica tentatively followed, moving her own tongue. Unthinkingly, her hand wandered to Asha's waist. Asha's body jolted, but she didn't refuse. In past-life media, such touches were part of foreplay... so maybe it was fine. Meanwhile, Veronica groped more—caressing the dipped waist, firm pelvis. Naturally, memories surfaced of plunging her rod into Asha. At that, Veronica felt her own harden painfully. No hiding it now. Asha noticed the stiffness and pulled her lips away. A long silver thread connected them. Breathing hot gasps, Asha spoke.
"Th-that... you can handle it alone now, right...?"
Veronica blankly replied without thinking. "...No."
At her answer, Asha's face mixed haze and trouble. Seeing it, Veronica felt the throbbing ache lift mysteriously.
"Looks like... I need a little more help."
Asha's gaze dropped to the bulging protrusion. Then, with a troubled look, she turned away. That made Veronica's already rigid rod throb harder. ...It was all Asha's fault. So... shouldn't Asha take responsibility? Veronica had already forgotten the semen collection goal.