The First Step of Corruption, For All You Masochists Out There
I didn't need to check with my own eyes to know. All the blood in my body had rushed south, and my cock was standing at rigid, throbbing attention. I wanted nothing more than to hang my head in shame, but Queen Anaris held my face firmly in her hands and refused to let go. All I could do was roll my eyes every which way, desperate to avoid meeting her gaze.
"Judging by how hard it's gotten, I'd say it's fully erect."
Queen Anaris flicked her knee lightly against my cock as she spoke.
"S-stop, please...!"
I pushed her fingers away with my tongue and forced the words out through a strangled throat.
The shame crawling over my skin was enough to raise gooseflesh from head to toe. I'd certainly done worse since arriving in this world — plenty worse — yet somehow the humiliation of this very moment cut through sharper and clearer than anything before it.
Wait... could it be...?
A single suspicion bloomed in the back of my mind, and it explained everything.
Every time I'd gotten tangled up with Valeri or Fresia, my Passive had 'resonated' with their 'lust.' That was why my head went fuzzy and my body burned hot. My absurd, runaway behavior had never once been driven by my desire or arousal — it had always been theirs.
But this Passive only resonates with futanari. And judging by everything I'd seen, Queen Anaris wasn't a futanari — just an ordinary woman. Which meant that the lust and arousal flooding through me right now, with my mind this clear and sober, was—
"Masturbate."
—nothing but my lust. My arousal!
"The activation condition for your Holy Sword's power seems to be light emanating from your cock, and that light is no doubt tied to sexual acts. So masturbate."
"No...! Stop, please...!"
"Ah, but I suppose human males are supposed to be sensitive to visual stimulation?"
"That's not the point!"
Paying my protest no mind whatsoever, she brought one hand up to her own collar, found the cord laced through her dress, and pulled it loose. The cord that had been binding her dress from just above her navel slithered upward toward her throat, slipped free of the eyelet there, and came undone entirely.
With a whisper of fabric, the front of her witchlike dress fell open in an instant, baring bare skin all the way from her collarbones to the underside of her breasts. My eyes locked onto that opening against my will. Her cleavage deepened between the parted halves of the dress, and the loosened cloth draped across her chest at a precarious angle, covering just enough to tease the very edge of her areolae.
"Wh-what are you...?"
I couldn't even finish the sentence. My gaze had frozen in place.
"You may look. Getting aroused is fine."
Her voice was as cold as ever. If anything, that very authority made her words hammer straight through my ears and into my skull.
Staring down at her cleavage, a thought suddenly surfaced — the wish I'd held when I first dreamed of being reborn in another world.
That's right! I wanted an isekai life where I met beautiful women! I wanted a sweet, heart-pounding otherworld romance with gorgeous older ladies — not futanari!
Sure, I'd told myself the same thing back when Fresia was giving me a paizuri-humiliation special, but that had been the resonance from my Passive talking — rationalization, not conviction. I hadn't been in my right mind then, so it didn't count! I have NOT fallen to futanari!
That's right — even if my body had turned into a pretty-boy femboy's, the contents were still the original me. I like women! Being tormented by a tall, icy beauty who's even bigger than me — wouldn't running from that be the strange thing to do, for a man?
Precisely because my Passive isn't at work right now, in this exact moment, lowering my masculine pride is — ironically — the very thing that preserves my identity as a man!
While I was busy constructing that masterpiece of logic, Queen Anaris seized the back of my head and pulled me into her cleavage. My face sank into that plush, impossibly soft, deliciously warm valley between her breasts.
"Nwhaah!"
"Begin."
Right — no reason to resist this. This is what I wanted, more or less. A little different, sure, but still!
This counts as a sweet isekai life with a beautiful older lady too!!
I hammered the conclusion into my own brain. Then I rose up onto my tiptoes, lifting my whole body, and — face still buried in her cleavage — gripped her legs with both hands and began carefully rocking my hips back and forth.
My cock dragged slowly across her long leg, silk-covered and smooth.
"I don't recall giving you permission to use my leg."
"Nnh."
"Well. No matter. Continue."
"...Yes, ma'am."
I faltered for a heartbeat, then went back to rubbing myself against her leg. And in that moment, I found the words I was supposed to say. The line that fit this situation perfectly, that matched the mood exactly. The line that, once spoken, would become an admission I could never take back.
"Thank you... for granting me your permission..."
From this moment on, I was submitting to a queen — no, a Queen — and jerking off like a masochist!
I emptied out all those complicated thoughts and started swinging my hips. With my heels lifted off the ground, my whole body trembled, pressing against her leg again and again in little stuttering waves, and my cock squirmed and ground against her as my hips worked back and forth. Every time I swiveled, my skirt fluttered and let air rush in between my ass and my thighs, only for the hem to come sweeping back down, brushing across my cheeks and legs as it settled.
Pre-cum beaded from the tip of my cock and smeared onto her skirt, and I could feel it coating my own shaft as I dragged myself over the mess again and again.
"Haah, haah!"
Through it all, face still buried in her cleavage, I panted like an animal. Queen Anaris brushed the hair back from my forehead and tilted my face up toward hers. She was still looking down at me with that perfectly unshakable expression. With my shrunken body, her already-tall frame now seemed to tower over me like something colossal.
"This alone isn't making you glow yet, but it does seem effective at riling you up. Hmm. Still not enough, though..."
The moment our eyes met again, shame raked down my spine. I immediately tried to look away — and she grabbed the back of my head, making escape impossible.
"So you really do get more aroused when our eyes meet. Don't look away."
"B-but... nngh... hnngh...!"
Telling myself one thing and doing another, I met her gaze and kept rocking my hips. Just as she said, the sheer degradation of it stoked my arousal higher. I was masturbating against the leg of a woman who hadn't changed her expression once — staring up at that unreadable face the entire time. And for the first time in ages, I was doing it on my own lust, no Passive involved. I was sinking, inch by inch, into the sweet ache of masochistic pleasure.
"Filthy."
"...Huh?"
"Rubbing such a pitiful little thing against me while making a face like a cheap slut. How ugly you are."
Hold on — if she starts hurling abuse at a time like this...!
"This is the Hero? You're nothing but a beast in heat."
As she said it, she dipped her knee down, then drew it slowly back up, lightly teasing my cock and balls along the way.
"Nghaaah!"
At the same time, her grip on the back of my head tightened. And in the face I was forced to look at, something finally changed. The woman who had shown nothing — nothing — frowned, just the tiniest fraction. I was genuinely startled to see the ice queen's mask shift at all.
"You're not a Hero. You're a dog in heat."
She kept up the tirade in that frigid voice.
"Isn't that right?"
"No, I'm not..." I'm not... I was never this much of a masochist...
"Oh, but you are. Look at you, so worked up you're humping my leg. With that pathetic little thing that couldn't even compare to my daughter's."
"Nnngh...! I'm not...!" I'm not...! But right now...!
"Admit it honestly. You're enjoying hearing this, aren't you? Right now."
"I'm not a dog... I'm not a masochist...! Right now... I mean, right now...!"
"Say it."
Anaris dug her free hand hard into my ass and wrenched my hips forward, forcing my cock to grind down hard against her leg, again and again. Through the thin fabric, my shaft was crushed against the soft, springy flesh of her thigh.
Wait! It's coming, it's coming, it'scomingit'scoming—!
If I say it now, it's over! It'll be over! Something enormous is about to burst out of me!!
"YES! I'm a dog in heat who gets off on being degraded by a woman bigger and stronger than meeee!!"
Here it comes! Coming! The semen's rising—!
Declaring myself a masochist, jerking off in total defeat, about to cu—
In a flash, she hooked the hand on my ass beneath me and wrapped her other arm — the one holding the back of my head — around my back. My whole torso rose, along with my cock, swollen and dripping and moments from the point of no return.
"Mmph." "Uuugh—!"
She shoved her tongue into my mouth. Then, rolling my tongue roughly against hers, she murmured around the kiss:
"Mmph. Come, masochist cock."
"Uuuuuuuughh!!"
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for commanding your masochist cock!
Coming! Comingcomingcoming—!!
straight into the masochist corruption I'd only ever read about in doujinshi!
a defeat-jerkoff climax—!
I'm blowing it allllll—!!
"Nngh, khh, ohhhhhhhh!!"
With my mouth toyed mercilessly by her tongue, I couldn't hold back the moans spilling out of me. My hips bucked wildly on their own, and from my cock — aching from how much blood had surged into it — semen gushed out in thick, heaving spurts. My waist convulsed as my cock flailed like a deflating balloon, spraying cum everywhere.
"Chulp. Haahp."
"Nngh...! Chuhp! Hah, fwaah, nnghaaah!"
It feels amazing...! Masochist corruption feels so good...!
My lower body slipped entirely out of my control, and nothing but the oncoming wave of pleasure filled my skull. My brain buzzed and fizzed until I couldn't form a single coherent thought.
For an instant, fragments flashed through my mind — the moments my Passive had activated beside Valeri and Fresia. Memories of their mouths on me. Memories of being played with even more roughly than her tongue was toying with me now.
What? Why am I thinking of those two right now?
Don't know... everything just feels too good...!
I can't think...! My cock is so hot... my body keeps shaking...!
Masochist corruption feels so good...!!
I want to feel even better...
I want to lose even more...
More...
More...
I want to fall even further...