'...I still feel like there's a sweet scent lingering in my mouth.'
After being tossed about by Cecil's rod, when I came to my senses... quite some time had passed.
Once the overwhelming sensations passed, they were replaced entirely by pleasure... so it was a bit... no, quite exhausting.
Sprawled on the bed, I turned my head and saw Cecil fast asleep.
Whether it felt good because he didn't use a condom like others do, or because... he came so much... I'm not sure, but... his expression looks satisfied.
'...Thanks to that, I can barely even get up.'
But if Cecil enjoyed it... well, that's fine.
And for the first time in a while, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Because the effects of the newly made Potion worked properly.
Honestly, even after making it, I was half in doubt, but I'm glad it turned out well.
'If... it had failed.'
Waking up... would probably have been tomorrow.
While idly playing with the hair of Cecil, who was sleeping soundly while clinging to my side.
Lime, who had been clinging to my lower half finishing its meal, sluggishly revealed itself.
Somehow, it seemed larger than usual.
Or perhaps.
'...Since this entire bed is Slime.'
It might have just increased the body mass it projects externally.
Wriggling and growing its body, Lime clung tightly to my side following Cecil's example, rubbing its cool body against me.
As if asking for head pats like Cecil, it bounced its head up and down.
"Yeah, yeah."
Feeling a strange emotion, I gently stroked Lime's head.
The sweat that had been on my body seeped into the bed, making me feel a bit chilly.
'A little cold.'
Just as I thought that and pulled the blanket.
Thud!
The sound of the door opening was heard.
Startled and flustered, a somewhat indifferent voice came from somewhere.
"Your voice was heard quite loudly."
...It was Master.
In the blink of an eye, Master's water-colored hair fluttered as she strode over.
'Ah, no, by the way.'
It, it shouldn't have been audible?
Master, with equally sensitive ears, might have heard it, but...
Even so, it shouldn't have been, since the house wasn't built that shoddily.
Whether Master knew my thoughts or not, she approached closely and pressed her lips against my forehead.
A soft sensation was deeply imprinted on my forehead as if stamped.
"Ugh..."
"Are you embarrassed?"
"...In this situation, how could I not be?"
"Pfft..."
Disregarding my grumbling, Master pressed her lips a few more times before opening her mouth.
"By the way... you seem to have enjoyed it quite a bit... somehow the smell isn't too stuffy, and seeing you're still in your right mind..."
"...Ahem. Who do you think I am?"
"Right, it seems you succeeded."
Master, who had been kissing my forehead, now stroked my head.
Master's slender, slightly cold hand... somehow felt good.
Perhaps because I had just felt a sense of accomplishment.
Feeling as if being praised, a fluffy laugh escaped me.
Master made a sound like 'Ugh...' and then cleared her throat.
"As expected, our disciple has become more spoiled."
"..."
Saying that, Master's cheeks were slightly flushed. Was it because her grown disciple was acting foolishly?
...I'm not sure.
However... instead of sulking or getting angry, I made a different choice.
"...So, does this disciple not please you?"
It was a slightly impulsive question.
Maybe because the thought, 'Wouldn't it be difficult if things keep spinning in my head?' was creeping up unconsciously.
Unconsciously clenching my opened mouth tightly, Master smiled faintly, climbed onto the bed, and placed my head on her thigh.
Unlike her fingers, from her thigh... a warm heat rose.
Master tidied my face with her fingers warmed by my body temperature and opened her mouth.
"Didn't I say before? No matter how you change, you're my... disciple."
Seeing Master's smiling face asking what I was worried about.
"...You did say that."
I just... felt relieved.
Maybe I just wanted to confirm it.
Feeling somehow refreshed, I let out a shallow breath, and Master's finger entered my mouth.
Her beautifully shaped finger began stirring around inside my mouth.
The touch, as if gauging the shape of my teeth, soon reached my resting tongue.
"Wha, what are you dooing?"
"I'm checking if our disciple's jaw hasn't dislocated."
A shiver ran down my spine.
Looking at Master with trembling eyes, she smiled with her eyes and covered her mouth with the index finger of her other hand.
'...Spirits.'
I thought she was engrossed in her own work, but she seems to know what I'm making too.
...It seems she was just not reacting.
Or perhaps, she's been... monitoring... everything through spirits.
While I was having such thoughts, Master's finger busily moved in and out of my mouth.
Somehow... it felt a bit lewd.
Rather than checking if my jaw is dislocated... it feels like, that, something is moving in and out of my mouth.
...Probably because the sweet essence of Cecil still remains.
After fiddling in my mouth for a while, Master pulled out her finger, and a long silver thread stretched out like cheese.
"Your jaw seems fine."
"...Bleh."
Perhaps because I had something large in my mouth until just now, saliva pooled heavily in my mouth just from Master inserting her finger.
Feeling the sensation trickling down the corner of my mouth, I looked at Master.
"Don't tell me through spirits... no, never mind... By the way, what exactly have you been doing in the Workshop lately?"
...I didn't really want confirmation.
Anyway... at this point, I don't think it's anything particularly secret anymore.
Master hesitated for a moment at my question, then brought up another topic.
"Hmm... well, I'll tell you when the time comes. More than that, you seemed to be having an interesting conversation this morning."
"...Ahem."
At this point, it's almost certain, but I forced a laugh and brushed it off.
Though I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at Master.
"Yes... well... that's how it is. More than me, those two are so sincere."
"Is that so?"
I chatted with Master for a while.
In the middle of it, muscle pain suddenly surged.
"Hic!?"
"What's that cute voice?"
Master chuckled with a face that looked like she saw something cute.
...I could clearly feel my face heating up.
Perhaps because the reflexive moan was too... feminine.
I think I've let it out often before... but somehow, being pointed out made it even more embarrassing.
"I, I have muscle pain."
"Is that so?"
Then Master rummaged inside her robe. The vibration traveled through her thigh to my head.
My body trembled.
"Here it was."
Master pulled out a Potion from her robe.
Judging by the color, it seemed to be a Healing Potion.
"...If you had it, you should have given it to me sooner."
"You speak as if you entrusted me with the Potion?"
"...Well, um."
"It's a joke. I brought it originally to give to you."
...Lately, she seems to make silly jokes often.
"Please give it quickly... I think I need to get up and wash soon."
"Such a demanding child. Fine, open your mouth."
"Blehh..."
Following Master's words, I opened my mouth.
Then Master opened the Potion.
Pop!
A sound like opening a wine cork echoed.
I was waiting for the liquid to enter my mouth, but what's this.
Master suddenly poured the Potion into her own mouth.
"Huh?"
The moment I blinked with a dumbfounded face.
Master's water-colored hair, pale white face, and... emerald eyes resembling mine came right before my nose.
Reflexively closing my eyes.
The soft sensation I felt on my forehead was now felt on my lips.
At the same time, a slightly lukewarm Potion poured inside.
The moist tongue, wet with Potion, wandered over my tongue and then tangled with my tongue, stiff from surprise.
"Mmm... hap, schlurp... slurp..."
"Hahp, uhp, uhhp... heeek!?"
Gulp, gulp.
The Potion went down my throat.
...However, I think more was spilled than swallowed. The Potion smeared all over the corner of my mouth proved it.
Master's tongue mixed stickily. My body, still lingering with aftereffects, was quickly swept up in that pleasure and trembled finely.
After kissing like that for a long time, Master pulled her face away.
A strangely colored thread connected between me and Master. Slightly reddish, perhaps due to the Potion's color.
...Having the stupid thought that it looked like the red thread of fate, I came to my senses and opened my mouth.
"What are you doing all of a sudden..."
"Pfft... Originally, everything comes with a price, doesn't it? Have you forgotten the basics of Alchemy? Our disciple... might need to receive 'education' from Master again."
Master said that while poking my cheek!
...Unconsciously, the air deflated from my puffed-up cheek.
"That's not the issue..."
"Well, isn't it similar? And isn't it not much different from the deal you made with Veronica?"
"...Ugh."
Somehow... she seemed oddly sulky, so I sighed and didn't add any more complaints.
Anyway, thanks to Master's Potion, the muscle pain disappeared and I regained energy.
...Should I praise her for not taking it further?
'What strange thoughts.'
Shaking my head, I woke the soundly sleeping Cecil and went down to the bathroom.
Even though Lime ate it up, the stickiness on my body was unavoidable.
And so... the day ended vaguely.
Before I knew it, the day for Claudia to showcase her cooking arrived.
As Veronica wished, Claudia prepared really quickly.
Going down to the kitchen, I saw a bunch of cooking tools that weren't in our house.
Even though I cook too... there were some I was seeing for the first time.
Claudia with a confident face.
She tied a pure white apron, then looked at me and winked.
...It felt like 'expecting a reward' was written on her face.
I sighed inwardly and watched Claudia cook.
While worrying about how much I'll have to spend as a reward.
Author's Note (Author's Afterword)
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