## Chapter 241 – Mademoiselle (10)
“Ugh… Ah… So deep…!!
Ah!! A-ha!! Ungh…!! No…!!
Don’t poke there… Ahhh…♡”
“Aang!! Darling…!!
Fill me up…
Haa-eung…!!”
Contrary to the cozy and warm scenery, the dark basement was filled with hot air.
The panting moans of the female students mixed with the joyful humming of the male students, creating a scene of debauchery.
Among those female students, one stood out with a distinct presence, even as she cried out with them.
As if revealing her identity, the girl had a dreamy tattoo on her lower abdomen, over her uterus. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, gathered her disheveled brown hair, and slowly rose from her spot, gathering her clothes.
One of the female students, with blurred eyes, looked up at her and asked.
“Heung-ah…!!
Aah… Where are you going…?”
“Someone’s waiting to pick me up.
So, work hard, okay?”
“Haa-euuu…!! Ung…!!
A- Alright…♡
Aang!! Poke me more…!!”
The brown-haired girl smiled at the female student, who was sticking her tongue out as her insides were being ravaged once more. She stroked the girl’s head and began to leave the basement with quick steps.
“Did it succeed?
Or did it fail?”
It was essentially a new den located beneath the workshop, but just in case, the entrance was deliberately made in a remote location, a little away from the workshop.
Emerging from there, Aurora leisurely walked towards the workshop, where the sun was almost setting for the evening.
“I have to do my job diligently.
Because every bit of labor is precious?”
She arrived in front of the workshop and was about to look around when a complex crowd of people came pouring down the stairs of the workshop, as if evening mass on the third floor had just ended.
‘Maybe they won’t come?
It’s not a big deal if they’re not here right now.’
Aurora, suddenly pushed by the crowd, calmly retreated, trying to get out of the throng.
But as she turned around, she felt something grabbing her wrist. Aurora quickly turned her head to see who had grabbed her.
“I’m here…”
“I just thought you were gone for a bit.
So, let go of my hand first…”
“Thank you for earlier…
I feel much…
Better now.”
Aurora, taken aback by the sudden greeting, wore a bewildered expression and took a small, deep breath.
A faint scent, almost buried by the body odor of the crowd, but definitely a scent of bodily fluids mixed with drugs, pricked her nose.
It was information brought by one of the senses that had strangely begun to develop well since she had become soaked in her master’s ‘grace’ instead of drugs.
Aurora’s eyes narrowed slightly at that.
But as if nothing was wrong, Aurora responded to her gratitude, released Anne’s grip on her wrist, took her hand, and began to smile brightly.
“It’s nothing much.
I think your name was Anna, or something?
Are you ready to work with me from now on?”
“Yes. I look forward to your guidance.”
“Ohoho!! Guidance from me?
But thinking about it again, you’re really interesting.
Then, I’ll introduce you to the place where we’ll be working first.
Follow me closely?”
The two girls, holding hands amicably, disappeared into the bushes along the road, towards the entrance of the new den.
Of course, no one knew that a pair of golden eyes were silently watching them.
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Human faith comes from unwavering conviction.
Whether that conviction has a basis or not was not important.
It was only important that one believed it themselves.
In that sense, the faith held by the clergy of Sistina.
The belief that arose from it was something that could bestow miracles that no one could have predicted.
A girl who stared blankly out the window without blinking her bright golden eyes had also bestowed miracles upon many.
The girl, known as the Saintess of Sistina, had none of her usual kind and gentle expression. Her eyes were clouded as she endlessly stared at the disappearing figure.
Behind her, a knight suddenly popped out, closed the door of the chapel, and turned the key to lock it.
“Your Holiness? I’ve finished cleaning up.
Then, I’ll close the door of the chapel now?”
“Speak comfortably, Roxanne.
I told you that you don’t have to try so hard to be formal in front of me, right?”
“Aha… I can’t help it when I’m in front of Your Holiness, can I?
As I’ve said before, what an opportunity to serve you like this.
Isn’t it an honor not given to just anyone?
So, I can’t help but stand up straight, you see?”
“Honor is…
Not such a great thing…”
“Yes? What did you say?”
“No, nothing.
More than that, about the new sister…”
Roxanne tilted her head at Yeriel’s mumbled words.
She handed Yeriel the key to lock the chapel door, thought about her question for a moment, and then exclaimed, “Ah!!” as she answered.
“Ah!! Are you talking about Sister Anne?
Come to think of it, she visited the service today, didn’t she?
I greeted her during the service!!”
“It’s truly a blessing that she’s interested in the path of enlightenment.
But… it might have been better if she hadn’t…”
“What do you mean?
Did you see something?”
“It’s nothing.
Everyone has their own circumstances.
Yes. It’s always like that.”
With a soft sigh, she, Yeriel, lifted the parchment in her hand.
“It feels like… the more I go on, the less I see the answer.
If everything could be solved with prayer… that would be really nice…”
The parchment contained the chairman’s proposal to ask her to give a congratulatory speech at the academy’s first presentation, which had taken on a new direction.
Yeriel’s hand, clutching the parchment tightly, grew stronger, and the edges of the parchment began to crumple.
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The next day.
A startled, high-pitched exclamation echoed from a secluded chapel on the third floor of the workshop.
A girl with bright brown eyes, Carla, looked at the other person with a gentle smile and asked.
“Wow!! Really?
I thought only the deans gave congratulatory speeches at the presentation!!
Is it because Yeriel is the Saintess?”
“Maybe that’s it.
There aren’t many people here who believe in the Celestial God…
But I guess they feel better receiving the same blessing from me?
So, it’s a bit of a burden.
I’m not sure if I should be doing this when I’ve just settled in…
Come to think of it, Carla, you’ve been keeping to yourself for a while.
Is your work going well?”
“Hehe!! Actually, it’s already over?
Now that the research is done, I’m just doing maintenance!!
Come here, Spider-kun!!”
Perhaps thinking that the atmosphere had become heavy, Yeriel looked awkwardly at Carla’s feet.
Carla gestured to the silver Stella Wolf, who had been waiting next to her.
The creature jumped onto her shoulder and transformed into a soft, jelly-like mass, taking the form of a thick metal chain necklace around Carla’s neck.
“Isn’t it cute? I’m going to present on the new uses of liquid metal at this presentation.
I’m even getting my name on it as a joint research project with Professor Eloise of the Fusion Magic Department!!”
“That’s a great achievement as an alchemist, Carla.
I guess you’ll be donating that technology to the academy?”
Carla, who had been stroking the soft silver metal slime on her shoulder, was startled by Yeriel’s question and answered.
“Oh… How did you know?
Actually… I heard the academy is having a hard time these days…
I thought it would help a little if I donated this…
I did receive a proposal from the academy first…
But I would have done the same even if I had known first.
This is… our academy, after all…?”
“A sense of belonging is an important factor that connects people.
That’s right. Someday, I’ll have juniors, become a senior, and graduate.
When I look back on my life later, I’ll think of this place as my alma mater.
It makes me feel strange.”
Yeriel had come to a faraway land with different living conditions and culture.
Although many people welcomed her visit, it was unlikely that she would feel comfortable, as there were many things she didn’t know.
Carla, feeling a little lonely as she looked at her, suggested spending some leisure time together to cheer her up.
“Hehe!! Oh!! That’s right!! I heard there’s a new menu at the restaurant!!
I was going to go with Yui, but would you like to come with us, Yeriel?”
“Hehe… I have prayer time.
Would it be okay if we went together next time?”
“Yes!! Let’s definitely go together next time!!”
In the end, Carla had no choice but to leave the chapel with a smile, as her proposal was postponed, perhaps because today was not the right day.
‘Today… I have to write the observation log…’
In fact, all the preparations for the presentation, such as the thesis and the recording of the experimental process, were already finished.
In that sense, Carla was spending time observing and recording whether her new creation was working properly.
Observing whether the real thing was moving properly according to the program she had written and its intentions was, in a sense, the most important thing in the ‘creation’ process.
‘It’s still a little lacking…’
Thinking that something you made is perfect is a huge mistake that all engineers sometimes make.
Carla had heard that so many times from her parents and older brother that she was sick of it.
With an even more humble heart, she was looking at ‘Spider-kun’, who was walking lightly in the form of a Stella Wolf.
‘At that time… it felt so real…’
Although the creation process itself was perfect enough to create a new combination formula and research paper, Spider-kun eventually didn’t move according to the protocol she had thought of and programmed.
One night, as she watched him, she felt a surge of pity and her eyes welled up with tears.
The memory of Spider-kun suddenly caressing her skin and giving her pleasure, just like before, was still lingering in Carla’s mind.
Of course, Carla had no way of knowing that the real and the fake had been switched.
In the end, how many dozens of times had she repeated the process of creating a new program based on the remembered image of Spider-kun on her body, due to Spider-kun’s awkward movements, as if he had become a fool from the very next day?
Seeing him now showing fairly similar movements and suction power, she spent a fulfilling night shedding tears of emotion up and down, just last night.
Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to show this good function to others, and she would just have to faithfully prepare for the presentation that could be revealed to the public.
“Hehe… Shall we eat later…?”
Carla wanted to keep this secret entirely to herself.
As she opened the door to the workshop on the second floor with a slight blush on her face, Spider-kun, who was looking up at her in the form of a Stella Wolf, barked at her.
And…
“E… Eee…!?
N- No…!! Not now…!!
H- How…!?
I’ve never programmed anything like this…!!”
His form distorted again, stretching out like an earthworm, and he began to wrap around Carla’s legs, climbing up like a snake climbing a tree.
“S- Spider-kun…!!
N- No…!!
Not… there…!!”
Carla, caught off guard by what happened just as she stepped into the workshop and the door closed, panicked and collapsed to the floor as if frozen.
Of course, it was something that the original Spider-kun would have been able to do, but it was something that she hadn’t been able to program recklessly because she was worried about the side effects.
To prevent him from splitting open her vulva and burrowing inside, Carla tried to grab him with her fingertips as he climbed up her leg…
“If you go in… not yet… Heuuut…!!”
The creature, as liquid as it was, couldn’t be grasped in her hand, and as if mocking her, it was completely sucked into Carla’s body until the very end.
She hadn’t overeaten, but she felt a bloated fullness, and her lower abdomen felt heavy.
Carla, lying on the floor with her legs spread, brought her fingers to her vulva, panting for breath.
“Ageuuut…!! I… I haven’t programmed this function yet…!!”
Her surprise was doubled by the fact that a function she had never put in was suddenly being activated.
First of all, because the material itself was metal, there was a risk of metal poisoning or heavy metal poisoning, even if it was slight.
And secondly, if it malfunctioned in her vagina and caused a problem, not only would she be socially ruined by the people who witnessed it, but she could also suffer fatal physical damage to her body.
The metal slime squished in her vagina, gradually burrowing deeper inside.
Carla, who eventually closed her legs at the stimulating sensation, twisted her waist and let out a moan.
“Heuuu… Aht… Ah-heut…!!
Eee…? Th- There… So deep…!!”
Carla, feeling the sensation of something finally reaching her deepest part, felt a sensation that she shouldn’t have felt and chattered her teeth with a pale face.
Hadn’t she been caressed and her body developed by the ‘real’ Spider-kun when they were together?
Unable to forget that sensation, she realized where the ‘fake’ was burrowing and let out a plea that wouldn’t reach.
“S- Sp- Spider-kun…
N- Not there… Not there, please…!!
Please…!! Don’t do that…!!”
This creation had already malfunctioned once and was ignoring her orders.
How many more conflicting malfunctions could such a creation cause in the future?
The slime, which had reached the place where the flesh was particularly thick and chewy, armed with strong elasticity and rejecting the intruder, could not be left alone. Carla desperately spread her legs and began to push her trembling fingers inside.
“Eugeut…!! N- No…
Please… No more…
Stop… Eugeeet…!!”
But Carla’s expression, as she thrashed her waist, was filled with disbelief and shock, along with painful moans.
Because the slime, which was squishing inside her, was opening her cervix to enter her uterus, which was only slightly larger than a ping pong ball.
“Aah… Eugeueu… Euthee…
Spider… Kuuun… N- Nooo…
I… I… No more…!!”
Her head was full of questions.
From how this was possible to why this was happening to her.
Being able to think about this even in this situation might have been a bad habit as an alchemist.
“Heukkeue… Euaa-euut!!”
In the end, Carla, who had been moaning in pain at the slime’s actions of opening her cervix and taking its place inside, as if it were a baby in her womb, dropped her head to the side and lost consciousness.
In the dark workshop, the brown-haired girl with tears welling up in her closed eyes, her painful breathing unable to subside, and her moans and screams subsided.
Was it fortunate or unfortunate for her that no one was planning to look for her for a while today?
And four pairs of small eyes containing her were quietly shining like glass beads in the corner of the workshop.
‘Crazy…?’
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