Of course, it's not something you'd normally know... That's only natural, right?
Even so... how am I supposed to help?
As if entranced by a hazy feeling, I nodded, and Veronica slowly lifted her clothes. A pure white thigh was revealed, and as if mocking my expectation that her underwear would appear next, a smooth cleft came into view immediately. Followed by a rod, stiff and pointing upwards.
"...."
"I, I don't wear them because they might stretch, so don't get the wrong idea!?"
"Ah."
I almost misunderstood Veronica as that kind of person.
Putting that aside... why is breathing so difficult? It's not like I turned on a boiler that only exists in my memory, so why did it suddenly get so hot?
"Why are you acting strange all of a sudden?"
Veronica's questioning voice reached me. Every time she spoke, the club twitched. Maybe because of that... my eyes keep going there. Shaking my head, I turned to face Veronica.
"It's nothing. By the way, isn't the room a bit... hot?"
"Huh? Is it?"
Veronica, looking around while still holding up her clothes, shivered and then replied.
"If anything, it feels a little chilly...?"
"...."
Am I the weird one...? No, of course she'd feel chilly with her lower half exposed like that.
I gathered the crumpled blanket and handed it to Veronica. She tilted her head but hugged the blanket.
The rod was still hard. As if reminding me of it, a hint of distress began to seep into Veronica's voice.
"Thanks, but... could you help me now? It's starting to... hurt a little."
"...Sorry, it's because of me."
"I, I'm not rushing you or anything... It's just a little... unfamiliar...."
Well... even though she's done it before, most of it she doesn't remember or it was rushed... She wasn't born with one like Cecil or Claudia, so... this situation itself might be burdensome....
I pulled my hazy mind together. I moved close to Veronica and reached out my hand. As she said, her body was slightly cool, but
in contrast, an incredibly hot heat emanated from the rod.
It feels new again... but I keep trying to gauge its size. Was it because it was made from something that came from Cecil...? It looked bigger than what was created by the Beastification Potion.
It wasn't monstrously huge like Cecil's... but still, I thought it might be bigger than my own vague memory of mine now.
...Anyway, it's big.
I tried to make a ring with my thumb and forefinger to grab it, but it looked too tight. Thinking it probably wouldn't work, I just placed my hand on it. Something like veins or protrusions caught on my hand. Every time I moved my hand up and down, it kept getting caught on my fingers with a tick, tick.
...It felt a bit strange, but I accepted it. Every time I stroked up and down, Veronica's rod twitched. As I moved my hand, I looked at the tip... it seemed a bit reddened.
It looked red and inflamed from the friction heat. Realizing my mistake, I checked Veronica's face.
...Hmm.
Veronica was biting the blanket, holding back.
"You should have said something if it hurt."
"I thought what you were doing was right...."
Veronica spat out the blanket, now soaked with bite marks, and muttered that.
...I feel like I made the same mistake last time. But what can I do... How much experience could I have... with grabbing and shaking someone else's thing.
If it were attached to me, I could touch it and adjust.
...But that was just an excuse I couldn't voice.
"Sorry..."
"...I'll tell you if it hurts too."
Exchanging apologies... I turned my gaze back to Veronica's rod. Like last time, why isn't that sticky fluid coming out?
Thinking about it now, it's not a question with an immediate answer. First... collection.
After fumbling for a moment, I spat natural... lotion onto my palm.
"Bweh..."
"Wh, what are you doing?"
"Eheh, it's more aha."
"...I don't understand."
...Showing is better than explaining. I grabbed Veronica's rod with my hand soaked in natural lotion and carefully shook it.
My sticky hand slid as it moved over Veronica's rod. A squelching sound that wasn't audible before echoed in the room.
"...So that's how it is. Soap bubbles hurt, but this..."
Not long after, along with Veronica's muttering, I felt something other than my saliva on my hand. Something sticky.
But... hearing the words 'soap bubbles' reminded me of what happened in the bathroom.
"...Come to think of it, didn't I demonstrate once before?"
"B, because the assistant came in the middle... my memory is vague...."
"...Is that so?"
I guess so, and continued moving my hand.
...I'm pretty sure she liked the tip back then.
Sure enough, when I spread my palm and rubbed it against Veronica's tip, a cute moan escaped.
"Ahhk..."
...It was a little fun. Forgetting that I needed to collect it, I became absorbed in the task as if entranced.
The result was as clear as day.
"W, wait a sec, A, Ashaat..."
Veronica's essence, gushing out in spurts, hit my palm and fell onto the bed sheet. Some of it splattered powerfully between my fingers, wetting the floor.
I stared blankly at the substance dirtying my hand. It was hot.
It definitely didn't seem to have any effects like Cecil's essence. So why was my lower abdomen prickling... throbbing?
...Did I eat too much for dinner?
"You, you said you needed to collect it... I told you it felt like it was coming..."
Veronica was looking at me, her face flushed red. She seemed to have enjoyed it, as saliva was smeared at the corner of her mouth along with her ragged breathing.
"...Hmm, sorry."
Apologizing softly, I smelled what was on my hand.
"Wh, what are you doing!?"
"Since it's come to this, I was curious what the difference was."
It didn't smell sweet like Cecil's. And it wasn't as fishy-smelling as I thought either. It was also different from the smell I remembered handling alone in my previous life.
Tasting it... would be a bit much, I guess.
Since it spilled onto my palm, I couldn't use it for research. Wondering where to wipe it, I just rubbed it on the bed. My hand, sinking into the softness, quickly became clean.
Looking back at Veronica, she was watching me with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?"
"N, nothing. By the way, what do we do?"
Glancing down, the stiff rod that had been positioned over Veronica's clean cleft was gone. It seemed to be disposable after all.
...Well, so what? Can't she just take the medicine again?
"Veronica, sorry but... could you take the medicine one more time?"
"...."
Veronica, looking at me discontentedly, obediently opened the box and took out a pill.
"Wait a sec."
"...Why this time?"
I sluggishly moved my body and got down on the floor. And... I knelt so I could see Veronica's lower half clearly.
"Okay, you can take it now."
"...."
"I've always been curious how it grows each time."
Since Cecil originally has one and Claudia essentially does too, Veronica was the only one I could have take the medicine, so maybe I got a little excited.
Looking up at Veronica, who had suddenly gone quiet, she was looking at me with a somewhat angry expression.
Only then did I realize my mistake.
"Ah... s, sorry..."
Before Veronica could answer, the sound of the door creaking open was heard. Startled, I clung to Veronica's leg. Veronica, perhaps feeling the same as me, covered me with the blanket she was holding.
"Lady Veronica? Is Lady Asha not here?"
Cecil's voice was heard.
"Cecil... shouldn't you knock... before entering someone's room?"
"Is that so? Understood!"
The sound of the door closing was heard, followed by a knock. Veronica sighed and told her to come in, and the creaking sound and footsteps were heard.
"...That's not what I meant right now."
"Is that so?"
"...Ugh."
Along with Veronica's groan, the footsteps gradually came closer. Feeling like I was doing something I shouldn't have, I touched Veronica's thigh to signal. Send her back.
The soft flesh twitched. Thankfully, it seemed my intention was conveyed, as Veronica continued speaking to send Cecil back.
"S, so, Cecil. What brings you to Asha's room...?"
"Ah! Cecil wanted to kiss Lady Asha before she went to sleep!"
"...Ah, is that so?"
Veronica pulled the blanket. Meaning... she buried my face into her thigh as if hugging it. Heat emanated from her exposed lower half. Soon, a chewing sound was heard.
"Asha... went out for a night walk for a bit. I have some business to attend to, so I'm waiting for Asha... so I think kissing might be difficult today."
"Is that so?"
Soon, a rod began to grow before my eyes. Somehow... it felt like an incomprehensible scene. Perhaps due to the lingering sensation from earlier, this time it was fully erect.
...In short, the rod began to press down on my face.
"Y, yeah... I'll tell her Cecil came... so, for today, h, how about going to sleep first?"
"Can't I wait until Lady Asha returns?"
While the two were arguing, I came into contact with the rod under the blanket. On my face, at that.
As if sharing the state, the essence that seeped out from the tip was smeared on my cheek, and a sticky, lukewarm smell began to fill the blanket.
Somehow, breathing became difficult. My lower abdomen prickled and throbbed again. For some reason, I felt moisture on my thigh.
Even though I didn't want to smell it, since it was emanating from beside me, the strange scent I had smelled earlier kept entering my nostrils. The memories surfacing in my mind made my body twitch.
A clear abnormality.
But all I could do was twitch my body. My mind kept growing hazy.
"Understood. Cecil will take her leave now."
"...G, good thinking."
The footsteps faded away and then stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"That scent... it's Lady Asha's..."
"Asha's room, so i, isn't that natural?"
With those words, the sound of the door closing seemed to be heard. Soon, the blanket was lifted and Veronica's voice reached me, but
I couldn't hear it well.
"A, Asha? Wh, what's wrong?"
I felt empty.... My lower abdomen pulled. As if desiring something.
Author's Note (Afterword)
I can't take it anymore.