The Alchemist’s Perfect Plan and the Assistant’s Day Off
“Her petals bloomed fully. The honey flowing from her secret folds was sweeter than anything. I thrust my heated rod—What the hell? This isn't a sex ed book; it's just straight-up smut.”
It was labeled A Guide to Sexual Relations for Gentlemen, so I thought it was proper sex education material. Turns out, it was just erotic fiction. With a mix of admiration for the clever title bait and disappointment, I closed the book.
I tossed it onto the desk and sank into thought. Some time had passed since the mishap with the alraune petals. I'd picked this up at the market recently, wondering if Cecil needed proper sex ed, but I'd stepped on a landmine. And it wasn't cheap, either. I should get a refund soon.
It seemed like I'd have to demonstrate the truth myself.
Research on Cecil's semen hadn't progressed since that day. Which meant I still hadn't escaped this wretched body of mine. Partly because the incident forced me to brew potions myself, but more urgently, I needed to make that aphrodisiac using the alraune petals.
I couldn't deny the growing anxiety from milk consumption doubling... Anyway, combining my original formula with data from Cecil, I was sure I'd perfected the mix. All that was left was a real test—but I lacked a suitable subject.
Testing it on myself? As a women's aphrodisiac, it'd be useless. On Cecil? It'd probably work, but it'd feel like exploiting her. She'd writhe in agony without understanding why.
The guild would verify it if I submitted, but that'd take forever. The best option was me, but in this body...
Slumped over the desk in frustration, a brilliant idea struck.
Today was my date with Claudia. I had no choice since I couldn't revert my body. But separately, why not entrust the prototype to her? She couldn't use it herself as a woman, but as a skilled adventurer, she surely knew plenty of male ones.
Plus, we kept in regular contact, perfect for getting results. A bit of a hassle, but way faster than the guild. Back in the day, Claudia might've refused, but since my transformation, she'd been surprisingly kind... She'd probably help.
And the adventurers get premium aphrodisiac trials—win-win perfection. Fufufu. Checking the time, Claudia was due any minute. I straightened my clothes and headed downstairs to the workshop, where Cecil was cleaning.
“Cecil.”
“Asha-nim!”
“All done cleaning?”
“Yes! All finished!”
“Good work.”
“Yes!”
Cecil was her usual bubbly self today. Passing her, I opened the preservation unit and pocketed the aphrodisiac prototype.
“Cecil.”
“Yes, Asha-nim.”
“Sudden, I know, but take today off. Do whatever, just don't go outside.”
“What does that mean? Has Cecil been fired?”
“...Fired? No, it's your day off. Like a vacation.”
“I see! Today is vacation day!”
“Yeah, vacation.”
I ruffled her hair and headed for the door.
“I'll be back soon... Eat whatever from the kitchen preservation unit if you're hungry.”
“Yes! Then what should Cecil do?”
“Hmm... Whatever you want?”
“Cecil doesn't know.”
“Too hard for you still?”
“Cecil will try!”
“Good. Tell me what you did when I get back.”
“Yes!”
No sooner had our talk ended than the visitor chime rang.
“She's here to meet me. Be back soon, Cecil.”
“...Have a safe trip, Asha-nim.”
I smiled at her suddenly downcast face and opened the door. There stood Claudia, dressed up nicer than usual. Her form-fitting clothes etched her silhouette perfectly. A fit, beautiful adventurer's body, I thought. Her tail looked plush as ever.
“Hey, missy. Properly dressed for once? Still in that robe, though.”
“...No clothes I like.”
“Not because they're too pricey for you to buy?”
“No? Hurry up and go.”
“Lady Astalote out again today?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Hard to see her lately. Well, I get to see you, so I'm happy. Shall we?”
Claudia naturally placed a hand on my waist. Beastkin warmth seeped through—hot. A faint, fresh scent like cologne wafted from her.
“...Do we have to walk like this?”
“Of course. It's a date, even nominally—gotta set the mood, right?”
“...”
She grinned slyly.
“Come on, let's go. I reserved a nice spot.”
Asha-nim said today is vacation. But Cecil doesn't really know what vacation means. So Cecil doesn't know what to do.
Still, Cecil promised to try, so Cecil will do something.
Asha-nim went out with Claudia, who smells like beasts. Cecil feels strange. Can't Cecil go too? Cecil could carry luggage.
The workshop without Asha-nim feels like rain pouring.
So Cecil left the workshop. What to do? Nothing came to mind. Asha-nim always told Cecil everything.
Cecil misses Asha-nim already. But Asha-nim said stay inside, so Cecil can't follow.
A good idea! Cecil went where Asha-nim sleeps.
Asha-nim's scent lingers in the blankets. Still a good smell. Stronger today, maybe from more time on the bed.
Feels like being with Asha-nim. Nice.
Burying face in Asha-nim's pillow—intense scent. Ah, it's getting hard again. Why does Asha-nim's scent always make it hard?
Asha-nim hasn't taught Cecil this. Regretful, but must leave before it hardens more. Or else... Cecil would have to do the nice-feeling thing.
Cecil likes it, but Asha-nim doesn't seem to.
Dragging the stubborn body, Cecil looked around the house. Spotted an unfamiliar book.
Normally, Cecil wouldn't touch without Asha-nim's say-so, but today Asha-nim said try anything. Maybe read this.
Title: A Guide to Sexual Relations for Gentlemen.
Flipping pages, reading. Hm... Don't understand. Humans don't have petals. No honey flows.
Asha-nim has flower-like scent, but not a flower. Still, Cecil memorized it. Ask Asha-nim later. Asha-nim will pet head and explain.
Reading made Cecil hungry. To kitchen.
Preservation unit has Asha-nim's sandwiches. Asha-nim cooks well. Delicious.
Sandwich alone chokes. Open next unit for milk! Haven't had today, so okay!
Sandwich and milk delicious. But... want more milk.
Asha-nim allows one per day. No more. Ah! Hand moved on its own, tore wrapper!
Disaster! Asha-nim might get mad!
Snapped out—half new milk gone. Tasty, but worry.
Don't want scolding. Good idea! To workshop, milk bottle too.
Opened innermost preservation unit. Beaker with milk-like stuff.
Put this in—Asha-nim won't notice!
Won't tell Asha-nim! Hate getting in trouble.
Thinking of Asha-nim makes Cecil miss Asha-nim. Outside dark already. When will Asha-nim return?
Cecil ended up back at sleep bed. Disaster. No Asha-nim scent now. Bed like rain.
Cecil went to bathroom. Asha-nim's clothes there. Still smells like Asha-nim.
Yes. Feels like Asha-nim beside. Wait like this.
Sniff lots before fades.
Soon Asha-nim returned. Face looks tired. Strong beast smell. Feels... strange.
Asha-nim went to kitchen. Disaster. Does Asha-nim know everything?
Asha-nim opened milk unit. Cecil's heart stings.
Asha-nim took milk, tilted head. Tore Cecil's careful wrapper, drank.
Crash! Asha-nim dropped bottle.
Cecil rushed over, startled. Asha-nim's face red. Breathing heavy. Something wrong.
Asha-nim's scent intensifying. Asha-nim's eyes glazing.
Watching makes it hard. Book from earlier flashed in mind. Don't know why.
Ask Asha-nim. Felt hardening more, approached Asha-nim.
Unpleasant beast scent. Cecil hates beasts.