Big Junior and Small Junior
"Haa... haa..."
In the middle of the dark forest at midnight, I had found Valerie. Perhaps because the campfire a little distance away hadn't gone out yet, or perhaps because my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, I could see her clearly despite the considerable distance between us.
She was leaning back against a tree, wearing the same outfit I'd seen her in before she went to bed—the leather and cloth clothes she'd changed into after removing her armor. But there was one difference now: something had been taken out.
"Nngh..."
Valerie was desperately holding back the moans spilling from her lips, yet neither her gaze toward her own lower half nor the movement of her hand showed any sign of stopping.
Even as I thought I should look away... even though I was clearly shocked... my own eyes were fixed on that very spot.
Her pants were pulled all the way down past her knees, and her exposed lower body, while firmly muscled like a knight's, had a skeleton that was unmistakably feminine. But there was one thing clearly different—the thing I couldn't tear my eyes away from, pointing slightly upward, jutting out in a perfectly straight line...
A futanari cock.
It was completely smooth, without a trace of hair, and grew slightly darker than the rest of her skin toward the top. Her hand traveled up and down its length, from the base all the way to... that is, to the head, over and over. Compared to what I'd had in my previous life, it looked about one and a half times bigger. The girth was roughly similar, maybe slightly thicker, and when her hand moved upward, I could see the skin compress a little—the upper part of the shaft seemed to be a bit thicker.
No, wait, why am I calmly observing this and comparing it to my own?! There's something seriously wrong with me!
Paying too much attention was making me do weird things. Definitely that!
Hold on. My own...?
My gaze drifted down toward my own lower half.
My body changed when I reincarnated... don't tell me down there too...?
Beset by anxiety and curiosity, I carefully looked down at the shorts that looked like something from a beginner adventurer's starter set.
And there...!
There it was—the original equipment of my former self, still attached, just as it had been in my past life!
Junior! You haven't changed! Thank god you didn't shrink!
I know it's a pointless pride, a useless obsession with not wanting to shrink, but I couldn't help feeling overjoyed. Damned goddess, for this much, I'm grateful...
But my joy didn't last. I was stunned by the state I was in.
The decisive reason I'd been able to recognize my own Junior. The reason I could identify that size, that shape.
Because my Junior was stiffening up with all its might.
Why...? Don't tell me it's because I saw Valerie like that...?
No, calm down. This is just me making excuses for myself, but men have always been weak to stimulation, okay? This is just my brain recognizing 'something lewd' and reacting on its own. That's all this is.
That's right! It's true that Valerie is a beauty, and the figure of her exposed lower half is gorgeously feminine too! I was stimulated by that, that's all!
There is absolutely no way I got like this from looking at a cock!
"Nngh...!"
I raised my head again at Valerie's voice. Her hand was moving faster and rougher now, and because her hips had begun to shift back and forth slightly, two round orbs were swaying gently. Her hand wasn't limited to the shaft—it was gliding over the tautly swollen head as well.
No! I absolutely did not look at that!
Even as I thought so, my gaze stayed locked in place.
Right, it's just a reflexive reaction to a moving object. That's all!
"Haa, haa!"
Valerie began focusing on the head and the upper part of the shaft. Whether she'd added pressure to her grip or not, the soft skin of her cock quivered each time her hand passed over it. Through the faint, weakening glow of the campfire, a slick, translucent liquid glistened as it welled over her cock and hand.
No, it's definitely not because I'm watching that...
I stayed frozen, my pants still down. No—I hadn't stopped at all.
Little by little, my hand was drifting toward my own cock.
No, this is just me moving my hand to pull my pants up. Absolutely not to touch it...!
The reason I'm hard is definitely not because I saw that.
Right, it's because of Valerie's face—those large, honest eyes, those sharp, sexy lids, those slightly small lips she's biting down on.
Absolutely not because I'm watching a futanari masturbate!
That's it! It's because of Valerie's lower body—those sturdy thighs, those firm-looking hips attached to her wide pelvis.
Absolutely not what's sitting above them...
The thing above them...
It's not because of that cock, longer and more substantial than mine... not because of that futanari cock, slick with precum dripping from its swollen head...
I want to jerk off. No, I don't. I want to jerk off. No, I don't. I want to jerk off. No.
Want to. No. Want to. No. Want to. No.
Do it. Don't. Do it. Don't. Do it. Don't.
Should I? What's the harm? Just do it? Do it? Do it? Dodoitdoitdoitdoitdoit—
"Nng..! Ughaaah!"
Through my melting mind, Valerie's cries rang out. My gaze, still fixed on that one spot—her hand clamped down hard around her head, and then—
White liquid erupted with force. It sprayed so powerfully that it reached nearly the height of her chest, arcing forward before vanishing into the underbrush.
I felt a shiver run across the skin of my face. The dazed haze lifted, and my senses came rushing back.
"Hup!"
Shocked by what my eyes, my actions, and my body had been doing until this very moment, I looked down at myself.
My hand was inches away from touching my Junior.
Pants. Put them on.
As my senses returned, some complicated mixture of self-loathing and composure settled over me, and I pulled my pants back up and fixed them. If I got back before she tidied her clothes and returned to bed, I wouldn't get caught.
So I had to go, quickly.
I tried not to look back, but I stole one last glance at her.
The hand that had been working so hard was now resting gently on the base of her shaft, and her other hand, as if belatedly trying to stifle her voice, was pressed over her own mouth.
Her chest rose and fell, seemingly trying to slow her ragged breathing. And like that heaving chest of hers, her cock—slick and glistening—had grown a little smaller and curved downward, panting all by itself.
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And so, morning came.
Honestly, I have no idea how I fell asleep. My feelings were so tangled that I don't think there were any actual thoughts left in my head.
"Did you sleep well?"
As I sat blankly on top of the tent, Valerie greeted me. A spirited, bright smile that seemed both perfectly natural and somehow performed.
My head was such a mess that honestly, I couldn't tell...
"Not really..."
"Oh no! Camping really is rough, isn't it? All those bugs, and it's so uncomfortable. I'm sorry I couldn't arrange better accommodations for you."
At my absent answer, she rattled off reassurances and encouragement, complimenting me here, consoling me there.
No.
No, Valerie. This feeling isn't the bed's fault, and it isn't yours either...
It's just...
Simply...
Because of the total collapse of the identity I've built my whole life around!!!
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Having packed up camp, we headed back toward Sontar Village.
On the walk, my head was even more tangled than yesterday, but I figured it would be rude to keep acting around Valerie the way I had, so I made an effort to join the conversation properly.
Mostly, it was stories about her past.
Valerie Gius, who had come from a distant land, had set out on her training journey because her master had told her she still had much to learn.
Apparently, the western region where she used to live was home to far more dangerous monsters than this area. So why would she deliberately come to this more peaceful, safer territory? Because of this region's particular character, she said.
Though far removed from the royal capital and the major regions, this territory had flourished thanks to its distinctive stability—more peaceful than the rest of the continent, it saw constant traffic from merchants and travelers who preferred safe passage over fast passage.
Reasoning that the kind of people unwilling to gamble with danger would gather in a place like this, she had chosen it.
After explaining why she'd come here, Valerie mentioned that she wielded a sword, gesturing to the blade hanging at her hip.
Right, a sword... So that's what that was... Last night, beneath that waist of hers...
She's such a good person, and last night I violated her privacy.
And that sight completely wrecked my identity and my sanity...
Just as it felt like my head was about to fill up with complicated thoughts again, we arrived at the village entrance.
The lord's soldiers from yesterday were gone, and in their place stood a lightly armed middle-aged man on village guard duty. Apparently they'd failed to catch the top-priority fugitive, and judging that the village couldn't stay locked down forever, the lord's forces had withdrawn at dawn.
Valerie continued the conversation with the guard about it.
"So in the end, they didn't catch them."
"Nope. Days of hard work, nothing but a waste of time in the end."
"What kind of fugitive are they, exactly?"
"Ah, a phantom thief whose name's been making the rounds lately. Word has it they've got dark skin and golden hair. That's why they call them 'Moonlight of the Night.'"
"A phantom thief...? Is there really something that valuable in this village?"
"Eh? Ahaha! No, no. What that one goes after isn't anything valuable like treasure."
The guard slapped his own knee and guffawed. Then, as if remembering something, he kept chuckling to himself for a while.
"They say the thief stole the 'Queen's belonging' all the way from the elven kingdom—that's why folks call them a phantom thief—but what they actually steal is petty as a common pickpocket."
"Then what on earth do they steal...?"
"Underwear."
...What?