Sorry, Master—Money Comes First
I recalled the words my master had once taught me: "Don't do alchemy. Your constitution will change. The ultimate purpose of alchemy is to refine matter and elevate your own soul to a higher dimension."
Even she, who preached that so earnestly, would stumble in drunk now and then, ranting about the Alchemy Guild's corruption and the idiocy of its stuffed shirts. I never gave it much thought. After all, as she herself said, no one else truly believed that nonsense except her.
Every time she caught me brushing it off, she'd scold me. Once, I even shot back, "If you're gonna say that, at least put down the liquor bottle first." Of course, after she smashed one over my head, I learned not to argue with her nagging.
Master! Money! Is this the price of chasing profits? Please, help me out—I'll turn over a new leaf right now!
"C-Cecil, snap out of it!"
"Asha-nim... your scent... so good..."
No matter what I said, Cecil pressed her body against mine. The silver lining? She didn't know enough to just shove that massive rod straight in.
...What silver lining? Cecil twitched her hips, nuzzling into me and sniffing greedily. She was so close I could feel the air she inhaled. My name spilled from her lips, hot with arousal, mingled with her moans.
"Ah, Asha-nim... Hn? Hngh..."
That sweet, intoxicating voice and her matching face were adorable. If only for the rod grinding against my ass...
Anyway, the good news was the preservation box with ingredients right in front of me. I calmly pulled out the alraune honey first. Next—
"W-Wait, Cecil!"
"Asha-nim's scent... want more..."
As Cecil squirmed and tugged at my gown, I realized if I let her keep going, it'd rip off and I'd topple—or something would break. So I shrugged it off. It was loose-fitting enough to slip away like a shed skin.
Cecil tumbled to the floor with the gown, burying her face in it and sniffing away. Every inhale made her exposed rod twitch. When she bucked her hips, clear fluid beaded at the tip.
...Now was my chance while she was distracted by the gown. I grabbed the right ingredients and tools from the box and started mixing the antidote. Measuring precisely took full focus. Even for me, who brewed dozens of potions daily, my ragged breathing made it tough.
That's why I didn't notice Cecil creeping up. Something hot pressed between my legs. Her meaty rod.
Maybe because it curved upward, it lifted my body slightly.
...Honestly, it scared me a bit. Being hoisted by something like that? People would laugh if I joked about it. But for me, it was reality.
Her rigid length pressed against my slit. I stood on tiptoe to balance. My legs felt like they'd snap. Thank goodness Cecil and I were about the same height. Otherwise, my face would've already hit the floor.
Glancing down, I saw it—that thing too huge to claim I'd "lost." It'd make even a mountain spirit topple in shock. It clung to me like it was mine... but sadly, it didn't obey my will.
Soon Cecil started moving her hips. The slickness from it made my body heat up. A small moan escaped as her warmth lifted me, probing my slit.
"Ngh..."
I stifled it desperately and refocused on mixing. Voicing it seemed to excite her more.
She pressed closer. This time, I had to pull my hips back or I couldn't reach the workbench. Her shaft ground my slit and slid up to my navel. Every squirm left sticky trails on my belly.
Heat built in my body. Like the faint fever from rubbing my thighs in the bathroom. Milder, but definitely the same sensation.
...No need to test it further.
My vision blurred. I bit my forearm to stay sharp and finished the mix. My arm, belly—everything was soaked for various reasons. The dress that caught Cecil's rod was drenched and heavy.
As I shaped the antidote into pills, a gurgling sound rose from below. Sweet-scented.
"Asha... nim..."
The dress grew heavier. Some of Cecil's seed pierced the fabric and splattered out.
...And onto my body.
Not as bad as accidentally swallowing it, but... my temperature spiked higher. No time left. Any more delay and...
"Hng..."
Maybe the alraune petals? Her rod stayed rock-hard even after release. Turn this into a virility potion and it'd sell like hotcakes, I thought, shoving three pills into Cecil's mouth with my fingers.
"Ahnim..."
I smeared them on her soft tongue to dissolve. She started sucking my fingers eagerly. They went from dry to slick in no time.
Thinking of her sucking my body felt weird. Even a strange pleasure tingled.
I shook my head and focused on feeding her. Soon, the antidote kicked in—focus returned to her dazed eyes. Her rod softened, and she collapsed like she'd fainted.
Which meant...
"Haahk..."
I slammed to the floor with her seed.
This time, the bathroom took a good while.
* * *
After ages in the bathroom, I staggered back to the workshop. Cecil was rubbing her eyes, innocent as ever—like nothing happened.
Dehydrated, I felt drained. Stumbling made her bolt over like a startled rabbit.
"Asha-nim, are you okay?"
"...No. Do you remember what happened?"
She shook her head.
"I don't remember anything after Asha-nim showed me the petals."
"I see..."
Good to note. If aphrodisiac-fueled hot nights get amnesia, no one'll buy it. Gotta mix in something to prevent that.
There might be demand... but it felt off. Better for Cecil to stay oblivious. No need to poke the bear.
"For now, tidy up the workshop? Come to the kitchen when done."
"Yes."
Realizing touching what she spewed was like stepping into a trap myself, I wouldn't clean it personally. That'd be dumb.
I trudged to the kitchen, leaving the sticky mess behind. Tore open the milk from the preservation box and chugged. My parched body felt refreshed. Bliss.
Bliss faded fast, replaced by gripe.
"Milk baths? What kinda noble nonsense is that? Can't wrap my head around those rich idiots."
Not that I wasn't a knight-titled noble myself... but we're different. I grumbled, downing the rest while cursing them. Staring at the white liquid reminded me of Cecil's seed.
It definitely had aphrodisiac-level effects. One question: why only on me? She handles her own without issue.
Because she produces it? Or tied to me getting caught in the transmutation? Point is, pinpoint aphrodisiac just for me.
...Keep or toss? Need more research on uses, but if that's its only effect... better dump every batch. Unless it's worth the risk.
Soon Cecil bounded in.
"Asha-nim! All clean!"
"...Good job."
I gazed at her with mixed feelings, then looked away. Victim too, I guess. No point bringing it up if she forgot.
Sex ed? Nah, better not. If she remembered...
Shiver.
Her cheery voice snapped my reverie.
"Asha-nim! What're you drinking?"
"Hm? This? Bought it from the ranch earlier."
"Really? Can Cecil try some?"
"...S-Sure."
Trembling, eyes squeezed shut, I grabbed one and handed it over peeled. She took it gingerly, pressed to her lips, and gulped.
Soon, milky mustache formed. "Delicious!"
"Right?"
I felt happy for her.
"Can Cecil have another?"
"No."
"Oh..."
"H-Hey, one per day."
"Really? Can't wait for tomorrow!"
"..."
Not happy anymore. Need... more money. For my milk.
Sorry, Master. This disciple still thinks money matters more.