The Homunculus shook her hips with a dazed expression.
Thump! Thump!
Her slender body swayed with the movement, and a strange, wet, squelching sound could be heard.
The fairly spacious Workshop was filled with the bodily fluids secreted by the two.
Anyone coming in from outside would likely figure it out in an instant.
"Euh...!"
Gulp! Gulp!
Along with a faint moan from her small mouth, the Homunculus began her umpteenth ejaculation.
The essence that gushed out violently piled up inside Asha.
Asha only trembled at the sensation, unable to react. No, it seemed closer to being incapable of reaction.
...After all, an unconscious person normally doesn't react.
Inside the Workshop with its windows blocked by curtains, it was hard to gauge how much time had passed.
The Homunculus, who had been shaking her hips for her creator, pulled out the rod with a slightly tired face.
The rod came out like a cork stopper being pulled from a bottle of Marzi wine.
"Ohoook...!?"
As the enormous glans slowly scraped its way out with a squish-squish sound, Asha, who had briefly lost consciousness, regained a shallow semblance of awareness.
At the same time, the rod was pop! pulled out.
Soon after, thick, milky-white essence oozed out from the reddened hole.
At a glance, it looked like stretched cheese.
Seeing that bizarre sight, the Homunculus felt her rod, which had gone soft, stiffen again.
Asha's blurry eyes, lying frog-like on the floor, took in the scene.
Asha weakly shook her head and looked at it.
Her parched throat couldn't even manage to utter words.
But contrary to her thoughts, her body, exposed to the essence, was being urged to accept pleasure once more.
'....'
Looking at that strange body, the Homunculus frowned as her rod grew even harder.
It was because the pain she had been feeling little by little since earlier had intensified slightly.
But it was bearable.
And.
If that's what the Creator wants, what can I do?
With a flushed face, the Homunculus chased after Asha, who was pulling her body back, and pushed the rod in once more.
"Kehek, hi...."
Thump, thump, pang.
'Feels good....'
The pain she felt was soon overwhelmed by pleasure.
Only then did Asha finally lose consciousness completely. Leaving behind only a body writhing to the Homunculus's hip movements.
Thump, thump, paang.
The noise subsided not long after.
Having finished her final ejaculation, the Homunculus looked down at her creator.
The pale, reddish body was smeared thickly with white paint-like substance.
Even though unconscious, the body twitching and jerking kept stimulating lust, but...
Even a Homunculus has her physical limits.
With a tired face, the Homunculus lifted Asha up. Then, the milky-white essence that had filled her stomach poured out in a gush.
Red eyes scanned the essence spilling onto the floor.
A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's face, which had been wearing a dazed expression.
Then, the girl, having picked up her creator, recalled the memory from the shower room earlier and headed there.
It seems our Creator doesn't really like dirty things.
The girl brought Asha to the bathroom and meticulously cleaned her body.
She wiped off the thickly caked lumps and untangled the sticky hair.
Knowing what the original state should be, cleaning thoroughly was easy.
She used soap as she had heard earlier.
After cleaning her own and Asha's bodies for a long while, the girl clumsily wielded a towel.
Due to the word 'cold' that suddenly popped into her head, she cleaned Asha's body clumsily but thoroughly.
...But the problem started then.
'What do I do now?'
Knowledge had flowed in, but the girl's world currently consisted only of the Workshop's workroom and the bathroom.
She had no idea where to put her Creator, who had lost consciousness and collapsed.
On top of that, as it had been quite a while since she opened her eyes, they were starting to close.
While pondering for a moment, the girl saw the towels piled high.
The girl's pondering wasn't deep.
The girl spread a towel on the floor, laid Asha's body down, and covered her with a towel. Then she also lay down beside her and covered herself with a towel.
"...Warm."
A slightly different warmth from when she held Asha's body enveloped the girl.
"Uu... euh, hi, haaau...."
As the girl was drowsily closing her eyes, Asha's strange voice reached her ears.
At that voice, the rod, which had quieted down, twitched, twitched.
The girl thought.
It seems our Creator really likes 'this'.
But... she no longer had the energy for it.
After pondering briefly, the girl, with her fuzzy head, came up with one idea.
Having no time to mull it over, the girl immediately put that thought into action.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but smelling the scent from her Creator made her feel quite good.
With a satisfied face, the girl closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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How long had it been since the Homunculus and her Creator fell asleep?
A space with no windows.
It was impossible to tell if it was morning, noon, or evening.
From the towel-filled space, even breathing and slightly irregular breathing mingled and could be heard.
Then.
"Uu...?"
Asha, who had been breathing irregularly, trembled and sat up at the strange sensation she felt on her body.
As she trembled, the sensation became even clearer.
'...This.'
It was unmistakably the sensation of that thing that had been deeply, deeply thrust into her.
Just what was happening?
"Haa... haak...."
Having woken up, Asha noticed her body was extremely hot.
Shaking her head this way and that, the towel covering her head fell off, and only then could she see the situation she was in with her own eyes.
"Wh... what is thiiis... wha, what's going ooon...."
For some unknown reason, her body was hot and itchy.
She didn't know the reason for the itchiness, but she thought she knew the reason for the heat.
She could see the Homunculus, who had been thrusting that thing into her, sleeping while holding her.
And.
"Ayeut...."
For some reason, the sensation of the rod embedded inside her was vivid. When she moved her body, the slightly softened sensation stimulated her insides.
Her body, which hadn't properly paid the price for being exposed to the essence, was overly sensitive.
...Could it be that she fell asleep while still inside?
Her head was foggy.
She felt like there was something she was supposed to do, but she couldn't remember.
With every exhale, memories from who knows when kept surfacing in her mind.
Recalling her own image, suffering in pain and ultimately floundering in pleasure, Asha closed her eyes in self-loathing and thought.
'Why is this happening?'
Was I originally this kind of person?
Or are all female creatures like this?
The moment her thoughts were about to become complicated.
"Aaau?!"
She felt the slightly softened rod rapidly harden.
The rod, expanding inside, moved as if swinging Asha's body.
"Kehek...."
Asha, gasping painfully from the sudden expansion, soon climaxed from the sensation of pressure crushing her insides.
Stars flashed before her eyes, and her mind went blank white.
As she tightly clenched her insides, the rod, which had been receiving lukewarm stimulation while sleeping, reached its limit and splurt! splurt! poured out its essence.
"Uup...."
Asha felt the sensation of her stomach filling up, even though she hadn't eaten.
By that point, the Homunculus, who had been holding Asha in her embrace, also had no choice but to wake up.
The girl, who got up and stared blankly at Asha, blinked her eyes and then...
Raised her body to move her hips again.
Asha, whose mind had blurred due to the essence already copiously poured inside, couldn't really do anything.
Pang, paang.
...If there was anything, it was climaxing while howling like a beast?
The girl looked at her Creator moaning and climaxing on the towel and thought.
It seems our Creator is an incredible 'female'.
As the two were panting like that.
A guest had arrived in front of the Workshop door.
The Beastfolk with black hair and golden eyes blinking, wagging her drooping tail, knocked on the door.
...But there was no way the two panting in the bathroom would respond, so the Beastfolk knocking on the door narrowed her eyes and said.
"Strange... she's not the type to break a promise."
Did something happen?
Claudia, the guest who knocked, recalled the owner's stern face and looked around the Workshop.
But then... a strange sound reached her ears.
...I never thought I'd hear such a sound here.
Feeling bitter, Claudia headed to where the items would be.
Of course, it required a bit of effort, but if she wanted to meet the deadline the owner mentioned, there was no choice.
If anything, she should be charging extra fees.
Entering the Workshop like that, Claudia frowned.
'...Must be deeply into it, I see.'
They say late-blooming passion is scary; seems like they're going at it wildly even in the Workshop.
Claudia couldn't help but feel bitter.
She had already half given up on her feelings, but facing it like this... wasn't a pleasant thing.
And in such a... blatant state, at that.
"Haa...."
Should I consider it fortunate that I have to leave far away?
Even without such feelings, since she had quite a lucrative relationship with the owner of this place, it seemed she needed time to sort out her feelings.
Claudia, on a piece of paper lying about haphazardly, left a memo saying she had received the Potions, and then...
...Naturally took the well-organized Potions and left the Workshop.
This request... seemed like it would be a rather long one.
In the Workshop the guest left, only someone's sweet moans echoed loudly.
Author's Note (Afterword)
It was the last chance...