Shopping Temptations
Seoha returned home after a day that felt anything but restful and immediately flopped face-down onto the bed.
Her utterly exhausted body was sticky with sweat, overpowering even the rising discomfort.
The silver lining was that the sweat smelled more fragrant than foul—faintly floral, almost. Seoha let out a sigh of relief.
'Ah... I should wash up...'
If she didn't, her sister might get mad. Or would she even care? She was just a female anyway... could just rape her...
"Ah. For real."
Seoha thunked her head against the wall. Her mind was getting weird.
Her speech patterns, personality, principles—everything was changing. Well, it wasn't so bad, in its own way.
"Guess I'm pretty tired... Makes sense, after all that."
From lunchtime straight through to dawn, she'd ravaged BB nonstop. Then until morning broke, the big-tits bitch and the ex-athlete pussy bitch. Once employees started arriving, she'd fucked the lobby females over and over.
Nonstop sex for over 24 hours—no wonder her body ached.
"My stamina's insane."
Even after all that, she muttered at the sight of her dick springing right back to full hardness. It looked ready to rip straight through her pants; she nearly burst out laughing.
Just a fleeting thought, and it was already erect.
Maybe the biggest change wasn't her personality or looks, but her libido.
That was the thought that hit her.
"Urgh. Guess I really should wash up..."
She peeled off her sweat-soaked clothes and tossed them carelessly on the floor.
Her erect, massive dick swinging heavily, Seoha headed to the bathroom.
Shwaaaaa—
The powerful jet of water poured down. Warm streams turned to steam in an instant, filling the bathroom.
Droplets pattered down, beading on her chin and dick. Every breath drew in the humid air.
"Feels so languid..."
Dragging herself to the bathroom was a chore, but she actually enjoyed the bath itself. Back in the day, she'd gone to public baths with her parents often, even begged for a bathtub once.
Even now, with all that in the past, she still loved water—swimming, floating aimlessly.
She just hated anything beyond that.
"So languid..."
Under the warm cascade, her mind grew hazy. It was a far cry from the euphoric daze of slamming her dick into a pussy and pumping superior seed deep into the womb.
Not the haze drowned in ecstasy and lust, but a full-body relaxation.
Same word, but worlds apart.
"...Hngh."
Seoha slowly reached for her dick.
Thick, long, rock-hard. The massive glans was perfect for scraping cum from the depths of a pussy. Blue veins pulsed under the thin skin, throbbing with her heartbeat to assert its presence.
Ferocious.
Compared to her male days, it was over twice the size.
Cum volume? Roughly ten times.
No wonder they treated futanari like royalty.
"Hnnngh... ♥"
Her gentle stroking hand froze as a shiver ran through her whole body.
Her hips bucked on instinct, and thick semen splattered against the bathroom wall.
"Haaaah..."
Sticky cum clung to the tiles, slowly oozing down. Seoha stared at it.
Slightly yellowish hue, sweet scent, viscous texture—like custard cream in every way.
"Used to be runnier..."
She watched it trickle down and dilute into the pooling water on the floor, then let out a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.
She toweled off and raided her sister's—now unnie's—room for underwear.
Black bra and panties, thick with her scent. She slipped them on and crawled into bed.
In the now-clean room, Seoha stared at her phone.
"Come to think of it... she told me to gain more experience..."
BB's words before passing out. Basically, rack up experience.
As a futanari, as a male, taste more women, dominate them...
"But where do I even meet them... Can't just rape someone out of nowhere..."
Her irritated mutter trailed off.
Staring at the ceiling, Seoha murmured,
"Huh... maybe rape would be fine."
The old her would've called it insane.
But now? Even if those company bitches were hopeless perverts, could they really react like that just from getting dicked?
"...Nah, still not quite rape..."
Seoha sighed and turned back to her phone.
"First things first... gotta buy clothes. Can't keep wearing suits forever..."
It wasn't even about taste; the only thing in the house that fit was her dad's old suit. Everything else was too small or too tight.
She needed hoodies or something, stat.
Overcoming her laziness, she dragged her body into motion and planned an outing.
"...Winter saved my ass."
Seoha muttered, black suit topped with a thin coat.
Her white breath with every word announced the chill.
"First time at a department store..."
She glanced around awkwardly. Vast open ceiling, at least six or seven floors of nothing but clothes and cosmetics shops.
The overwhelming perfume scent pounding her head. This was why she hated big stores like this—long before she'd ever turned hikikomori.
Gazes converged on her.
"Eek..."
Uncomfortable.
Nothing like the trailing stares from school, but still sticky and invasive.
"Oh my—!"
A nasal exclamation; a woman turned, eyes sparkling.
Pretty...?'
Hard to say.
Pre-company, she'd have called her pretty outright. But now...
A bit lacking.
That phrase fit perfectly. Undeniably pretty and beautiful, yet something was missing.
"Looking for anything in particular?"
"Ah... just a hoodie or something."
"Hood... tee? Haha. Oh, way better than that—!"
The shop owner-looking woman chuckled briefly. Behind the fake smile, a flicker of anger.
Why's she mad?
As Seoha wondered, the owner thrust a sky-blue dress and several other pieces at her.
"Go try them on."
"Huh?"
"Hurry."
"Uh, yeah... okay."
Pushed into the fitting room, Seoha eyed the clothes on their hangers.
Flowy dresses, suits, shirts... Even to her fashion-illiterate eyes, they were all gorgeous.
"Hmm..."
First up: the flowy dress.
"...Boobs too on display?"
Clutching the rest, she muttered.
The department store's warm air flowed through her cleavage.
"Hnn..."
Very feminine.
The epitome of women's wear femininity. I can pull this off... and it suits me better than I thought.
Way better, actually.
With the massive thing between her legs hidden, she just looked like a tall girl. Her muscles screamed "healthy" more than bulky anyway.
Hide that, and this body was just a tall, strong woman.
Except it's not...
Seoha gave a wry smile.
She changed out of it into the next, then the next after that.
Nearly ten outfits later, she emerged from the fitting room, exhaustion plain on her face.
"..."
The owner's gaze stung.
Seoha sighed, picking the most casual pieces from the pile—plus some hoodies and pants—and checked out.
Money wasn't an issue.
She'd hoarded her allowance without spending; it was a fine splurge.
"You could've gone for nicer ones... What a shame."
"Haha..."
Just ten outfits.
Yet she felt drained to the bone.
Crowds creeped her out, stares made her skin crawl. Overly enthusiastic types like that owner? Pure nausea.
But above all...
Suppressing her lust was torture.
Turn her head, and there they were—women, bitches, onaholes, whatever. Everywhere.
Female scent wafting subtly through the piercing perfumes.
p>Fainter than at the company, but impossible to ignore.
One lapse in control, and she'd grab the nearest one and rape her senseless.
"Ah... wanna go home."
She was already on the way, but home called louder than ever.