He doesn't try to push Professor Eichel away, quietly compliant thanks to the mind-altering slick and the spells Professor Eichel had placed over him, subtle threads that wind through every bit of his being, so skillfully placed that Jade is blind to their existence. He steps into the tub willingly, not at all perturbed by the way Professor Eichel's eyes linger on him, one hand smoothing over his back.

The eggs inside him are smaller than the ones inside Professor Rammsteiner. But there are more of them, and he's exhausted even before reaching the halfway point. His stomach looks as heavy and full as ever when Jade glances down, even if he knows, logically, that there should be less eggs inside him now.

It just doesn't feel that way. His legs are aching from the strain of having been spread open for so long. He blinks tiredly, his mind far away, thinking about Professor Eichel's skilled fingers instead.