The Denying Alchemist
The cascading streams washed her body clean. Just like wiping her face, she had to scrub away the sticky remnants clinging to her skin. Naturally, that meant brushing against the rigid pink nub standing at attention... and each time, her body twitched involuntarily. A woman's body... isn't it way too sensitive?
She avoided the sensitive spots as much as possible while drying off. The crusted stickiness was even harder to deal with than on her face. Her thighs felt slick not just from the water. Every time her body trembled, ignoring the growing wetness had only made it worse—it was drenched now.
"…."
She hesitated to even touch it with her fingers. Contrary to her thoughts, the more she fixated, the more her lower belly clenched greedily, tight, tight, as if throwing a tantrum for what it craved. I'm not weird. Surely... everyone else feels this way too.
While she dithered, the door behind her creaked open. Oh no. She realized too late that she hadn't locked it. She fumbled to shut off the water... then decided to just act natural. ...I wasn't doing anything suspicious anyway.
Someone entered through the open door—she sensed their presence. Slow, shuffling footsteps, slightly unsteady. Yet despite that, the door closed firmly behind them. Moments later... plip-plip-plip. The sound of water hitting the floor.
Her face burned. Whoever it was, getting caught like this would be awkward. The splashing faded, replaced by sniffing sounds. ...I think I know who it is. No need to check—the staggering silhouette and silver hair came into view. Sniffing the air, they wobbled toward her.
Her face still flushed and eyes glassy, she looked drunk on booze and sleep. Their eyes met; she blinked, then grinned sloppily.
"Ehehe... Asha-nim."
Stumbling forward, she dove into Asha's arms, nuzzling her face against her. She pressed her cheek to Asha's lower belly, shoving her back against the wall. It wasn't intentional—probably just poor control from the intoxication. Asha hurriedly tried to stop Cecil.
"C-Cecil, hold on a sec...!"
Her voice made Cecil pause. She tilted her head up—or tried to; the firm jut of her chin dug into Asha's navel instead.
"...Mm... I can't see Asha-nim's face."
It was probably her breasts blocking the view. Asha grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. Only then did Cecil flash a beaming smile and rub her cheek against Asha's face.
"Hehe... Now I can see you just fine."
Cecil didn't seem to care—or notice—that Asha was naked and dripping wet. She pressed her body close without a second thought.
"...I get that you're happy to see me, Cecil, but can you calm down a bit?"
It was awkward in every way. Cecil's clothes were soaking through, revealing her skin underneath. And for some reason, the swollen rod beneath was poking at Asha through the fabric, prod, prod.
It was like striking flint against her oil-soaked body—dry tinder waiting to ignite. Even setting aside the aphrodisiac effect of Cecil's essence...
Cecil pulled back from nuzzling, tilting her head curiously.
"Asha-nim? Why... aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Cute as her puzzled expression was, the thing attached to her lower half was fully aroused, tenting her dress obscenely. She panted a few times, then blinked as realization dawned.
"...Asha-nim! It's gotten all hard."
"...Yeah, I see that."
Tension coiled in her gut; she swallowed hard. Watching the rod twitch and make Cecil's body quiver... she spoke up.
She'd always helped before... so it wasn't weird. There might be a little accident, but they'd been through that too. So nothing to worry about.
"You... you can't sleep like that, right? I-I'll help you out... so let's get it taken care of quick and get some rest."
"You're going to... help Cecil?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Understood!"
Cecil beamed happily and hiked up her dress. The wet fabric, translucent against her skin, fell away, revealing the rigid shaft right before Asha's eyes.
Without a word, Asha took Cecil's hand and led her to the sink nearby. One of Cecil's hands gripped her clothes while the other stroked the shaft. Asha pressed against Cecil's back, kneading her breasts. Liquid beaded from the tips where they met Cecil's skin, slowly soaking her back.
Every time her breasts squished against Cecil's back, her body shuddered. With one hand, she stroked Cecil's shaft alongside her—definitely not enough stimulation on its own.
Listening to Cecil's breaths grow ragged... Asha slid her other hand down to her own lower half.
This is just because of Cecil's essence. An accident. She had to cool her overheated body, slick from stroking the shaft. No problem at all.
Her fingers traced the slit. As expected, it was drenched in sticky fluid. If it wasn't the essence, why else would it be this wet?
Cautiously... she eased two fingers into the gap. A soft squelch accompanied the sensation of hot flesh enveloping them. Her hips bucked. As if waiting for this, her insides clamped down greedily on her fingers.
She kept stroking Cecil's shaft so she wouldn't notice anything odd. Probing the heated depths, she recalled the memory of rods plunging in before. ...Around here?
She groped for the spot that had made stars burst behind her eyes each time it was pressed. It didn't take long to find it.
...Got it.
Instinct told her. The place where firm things brushing past made stars sparkle in her vision. She crooked her finger and pressed.
"Ha, ah!?"
Stars exploded before her eyes. An unrestrained moan escaped. Cecil's voice followed, laced with confusion and pleasure—like drool might be dribbling from her lips.
"A-Asha-nim? Is something wrong?"
"N-No, nothing. Let's... keep going."
"Y-Yes...!"
Asha gripped the shaft harder, moving her hand fiercely to distract Cecil from her state. Remembering how Cecil loved having her ears nibbled, she took the soft lobe into her mouth. Plush and yielding.
"Ahh... A-Asha-nim, th-that feels weird...!"
"It's fine... mmph..."
She felt Cecil's waist trembling. Resuming her fingers... she pressed again, firm, firmer. Stars flashed anew. Even the stifled moan leaking out spurred Cecil on; she panted, hips shaking furiously.
Sticky fluid dripped plip-plip onto her palm. Wet schlick-schlick sounds rose from her slit, muffled by Cecil's moans and the friction on her shaft.
Her mouth flooded with saliva, soaking Cecil's ear slickly before trailing down her chin to mix with the milky remnants. The awkward position barely registered. Cecil had dropped her clothes at some point, stroking her shaft with both hands now. Asha gathered the fallen fabric and rubbed it along the length. The drenched cloth must have felt good—Cecil let out sweet moans.
Truth be told, she could hardly tell what Cecil was doing anymore. Her vision was flashing white. The clothes probably just happened to catch on my hand.
Fluid gushed between her fingers. The sparkling stars shattered the dam. Pleasure overflowed with the flood. Unidentifiable liquid streamed down her thighs, soaking her calves and pooling at her feet.
Her body sagged against Cecil in exhaustion, but Cecil held her steady—small but reliable. Leaning on that sturdy back, Asha pressed inside once more. Her lower belly still ached emptily, so she thrust her fingers deeper.
Her vision flickered; her legs quivered. But the pleasure burned crystal clear. No refractory period like when she was a man.
"A-Asha-nim... Cecil's about to... come...!"
"…."
At Cecil's announcement, Asha bore down harder with her fingers. Squelch-squelch, press, firmer—toggling the sparkling switch. She felt it vividly: Cecil's shaft throbbing pulse, pulse, essence surging out in thick spurts.
With that sensation... the already breached dam leaked steadily under the downpour. Lost in the afterglow, she leaned into Cecil, hips trembling.
Cecil's heavy breaths... and a sweet scent wafted over.
"Asha-nim... It's all... out now."
"M-Mm... yeah."
Dehydration-like fatigue washed over her. Her head felt... a bit clearer. The reality of what she'd done hit sharply, but she shoved it aside. She tidied Cecil up, told her to change and go to bed first... then finished her shower.
The heat from moments ago had cooled. But... somewhere deep inside still throbbed faintly. She doused herself in cold water, trying to erase the sensation.
It had to be... just the essence heating me up.
...It has to be.
Shower done, she headed to the bed where Veronica lay sleeping. Sleep seemed unlikely, but she forced her eyes shut anyway.
As expected, she woke rubbing crusty eyes. To resolve the cause of last night's chaos, she left the room with her companions.
Truth be told, she hadn't planned to get involved. It would draw too much attention. But everything from last night felt tied to the broken train.
That thought made her unable to ignore the stalled locomotive.
I can fix it.
Whatever it is.
Yeah... whatever it takes.