A Helping Hand Turns Sticky
A force majeure like this... most people probably wouldn't know about it, right? Even so... how exactly was she supposed to help?
In her hazy daze, Asha nodded as if entranced, and Veronica slowly hiked up her clothes. Her snow-white thighs came into view, mocking Asha's expectation of underwear as a smooth slit appeared right away. Followed immediately by the rigid rod pointing straight up.
"…."
"D-Don't get the wrong idea—I'm not wearing any because I'm scared it'll grow while it's on!"
"Ah."
Asha had nearly misjudged Veronica as that kind of person. But that aside... why was breathing so damn hard? It wasn't like she'd turned on a boiler from her memories—why had it suddenly gotten so hot in here?
"What's with you all of a sudden?"
Veronica's puzzled voice reached her. Every time she spoke, that club twitched. Was that why... Asha's eyes kept drifting down there. She shook her head and turned back to Veronica.
"It's nothing. By the way, isn't the room a bit... stuffy?"
"Huh? You think so?"
Veronica glanced around, still holding her skirt up, then shivered and replied.
"Feels a little chilly to me, doesn't it…?"
"…."
Was she the weird one...? No, with her lower half completely exposed like that, of course it'd feel cold. Asha gathered the rumpled blankets and draped them over Veronica. Veronica tilted her head but hugged them close anyway. The rod was still rock-hard. As if to remind her of that fact, a note of distress crept into Veronica's voice.
"Thanks, but... could you help me out now? It... kinda hurts."
"…Sorry, my fault."
"I-I'm not rushing you or anything... just... not used to it…."
True... even if she'd done it before, most of it was a blur or rushed. She wasn't born with one like Cecil or Claudia, after all... this whole situation might just be overwhelming.
Asha shook off the fog in her mind. She pressed close to Veronica and reached out. As she'd said, her skin was a touch cool—but in stark contrast, the rod radiated intense heat.
It was newly apparent... but Asha kept sizing it up. Maybe because it came from Cecil's stuff... it looked bigger than the one from the beastkin potion. Not as monstrous as Cecil's, but... definitely bigger than her own hazy memories of what she'd had.
...Anyway, it was huge.
She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger to grip it, but it looked way too tight. Deciding against it, she just laid her hand on top. Veins or whatever bulged under her palm. Every up-and-down stroke snagged her fingers—tick, tick.
...It felt a bit off, but she let it slide. Each pass made Veronica's rod twitch. When Asha glanced at the tip while shaking her hand... it looked a little red. Probably chafed from the friction.
Oh crap—she checked Veronica's face.
...Yeah. Veronica had the blanket edge in her mouth, enduring it.
"If it hurt, you should've said something."
"I thought you knew what you were doing…."
Veronica spat out the soggy, bite-marked blanket and muttered that. ...Asha had a vague feeling she'd made the same mistake last time. But come on, who has tons of practice jerking off someone else's dick? If it were hers, she'd have fiddled with it to get the hang of it.
...Not that it'd fly as an excuse.
"Sorry…."
"…I'll speak up if it hurts next time."
They traded apologies... and Asha turned back to the rod. Like last time, why wasn't that sticky fluid coming out? Not something she'd figure out pondering now. First things first... collection.
She worked up some saliva and spat it into her palm—natural lube.
"B-Beh…."
"Wh-What are you doing!?"
"Easier, less hurt."
"…No clue what you said."
...Better to show than tell. Asha gripped the rod with her slick palm and stroked carefully. The slippery mess glided smoothly now. A wet schlick-schlick echoed through the room—inaudible before.
"…Oh, that's what you meant. The soap suds hurt."
Soon, something other than her spit coated Asha's hand—something sticky. And... hearing "soap suds" brought back the bathroom memory.
"…Didn't I demo this once before?"
"Y-You did, but the assistant barged in midway... memory's fuzzy…."
"…Really?"
Shrugging it off, Asha kept going. ...She definitely liked the tip last time, right? Spreading her palm over the head and rubbing drew out a cute moan.
"Ahng…."
...Kinda fun. Forgetting all about collection, Asha got lost in it. The outcome was predictable.
"W-Wait, Asha—ah, Asha!"
Veronica erupted in thick spurts. Semen splattered Asha's palm, dripping onto the sheets. Some shot between her fingers, wetting the floor. Asha stared blankly at the mess on her hand. It was hot. No effects like Cecil's semen, apparently. So why was her lower belly tingling…?
...Overeaten at dinner?
"Y-You were supposed to collect it... I said it was coming…."
Veronica stared at her, face flushed. She must've enjoyed it—her breaths ragged, drool at her lips.
"…Yeah, sorry."
Murmuring an apology, Asha sniffed the stuff on her hand.
"Wh-What are you doing!?"
"Since it's already like this, curious how it differs."
Not sweet like Cecil's. Not as fishy as she'd imagined, either. Different from what she'd handled solo in her past life. Tasting it... nah. Too much on her palm for research anyway. Pondering where to wipe it, she just rubbed it into the bed. The squishy mattress absorbed it clean.
Turning to Veronica, Asha found her staring with a weird look.
"What?"
"N-Nothing. So... now what?"
A glance down: the rigid rod was gone from Veronica's clean slit. Single-use, apparently.
...So what? Just pop another pill.
"Sorry, Veronica... mind taking one more?"
"…."
Veronica eyed her grumpily but obediently opened the box and took a pill.
"Hold up."
"…Now what?"
Asha slid off the bed, kneeling for a clear view of Veronica's lower half.
"Okay now."
"…."
"Always wondered exactly how it grows."
Cecil already had hers, Claudia too—so Veronica was the only test subject. Maybe that had her a bit excited. Looking up, Veronica glared down angrily. Asha realized her screw-up.
"Ah... s-sorry…."
Before Veronica could reply, the door creaked open with a squeak.
Asha startled and clung to Veronica's leg. Veronica, feeling the same, threw the blanket over her.
"Lady Veronica? Is Lady Asha not here?"
Cecil's voice.
"Cecil... shouldn't you knock before entering someone else's room?"
"Is that so? Understood!"
The door shut, then a knock. Veronica sighed and said come in. It creaked open with footsteps.
"…That wasn't what I meant."
"Wasn't it?"
"…Urgh."
Veronica groaned as the footsteps drew nearer. Feeling like they'd done something they shouldn't, Asha stroked Veronica's thigh as a signal: Send her away. The soft flesh twitched. Thankfully getting the message, Veronica continued.
"A-Anyway, Cecil. What brings you to Asha's room…?"
"Ah! Cecil came because she wants a goodnight kiss from Lady Asha!"
"…Oh, right?"
Veronica tugged the blanket—burying Asha's face deeper into her thigh. Heat radiated from her hiked-up lower half. Then... chewing sounds.
"Asha... stepped out for a night stroll. I'm waiting for her to discuss something, so... a kiss might be tough tonight."
"Is that so?"
Right before her eyes, the rod began to grow. Somehow... an incomprehensible scene. Lingering from before, it sprang up fully erect.
...In short, the rod started pressing against Asha's face.
"Y-Yeah... I'll tell her Cecil stopped by, so... how about heading to bed for now?"
"Can't Cecil wait until Lady Asha returns?"
As they bickered, Asha rubbed faces with the rod under the blanket. Semen beaded at the tip, smearing her cheek. A sticky, lukewarm scent filled the space. Breathing grew labored. Her lower belly tingled again. Moisture seeped from Veronica's thigh. The scent assaulted her nostrils unbidden—that odd, arousing aroma from before. Memories flashed, making her body twitch. Obvious abnormality. But all she could do was twitch.
Her mind fogged over.
"Understood. Cecil will head back now."
"…Y-Yeah, good call."
Footsteps receded, then paused.
"What's up?"
"Lady Asha's scent is…."
"It's her room, so... isn't that natural?"
The door shut after that, maybe. The blanket lifted, Veronica's voice came—but muffled.
"A-Asha? What's... wrong?"
Emptiness... Her lower belly ached. Craving something.