Shall We Start by Taking Off Your Clothes?
I wondered if I was dreaming.
“A futanari is a perfect being, you know.”
Not only was I listening to this sudden ode to futanari, but a sleek black tail was swishing right in front of my eyes.
“So don’t be too upset about it.”
A red ponytail that cascaded all the way to her waist. Captivating purple eyes that seemed to pull you in if you stared too long. A smooth, obsidian tail sprouting just above her hips.
“You’ve been reborn into a new gender. And a supremely superior one at that.”
The textbook succubus leaned in and kissed my cheek. The plush pressure of her generous breasts squishing against me was an added bonus.
I clutched my spinning head and touched the spot where her lips had met my skin.
“So to summarize… I fell from the sky while dying, and you…”
“My name is Lilith. I own a shop that deals in pleasure. From now on, you will call me Master!”
Lilith planted her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest with a proud flourish. Her tail kept swaying lazily behind her. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Master Lilith, you revived me as a succubus? As a futanari?”
“Exactly. Since I’m your savior, I’ll graciously accept your gratitude.”
“Thank you. Or… should I even be thanking you…?”
I bowed my head, but the confusion refused to clear. Today was supposed to be the day I passed the final interview at an adult toy company. I had been walking home, heart racing at the thought of starting work tomorrow, when a deafening horn blared and my body went airborne.
It seemed I really had been hit by a truck and sent to another world. When I regained consciousness, this was the scene waiting for me.
“Sorry, where did you say this place was again?”
“Bellarose, a futanari-exclusive adult toy store!”
“No, I meant the city.”
“Futanaria?”
“Ugh…”
Where on earth was that? It definitely wasn’t South Korea. Probably not even Earth. The blend of modern and fantasy elements was strange enough, but the biggest giveaway was that futanari didn’t exist in reality.
Possession? Reincarnation? Did I get dropped into some kind of erotic game?
I couldn’t decide whether this was good fortune or a catastrophe. While I looked around in a daze, my eyes landed on the full-length mirror.
This… is me?
Cherry-blossom pink hair falling to my shoulders. Purple eyes that mirrored Lilith’s. A petite frame that couldn’t have been over 160 centimeters and skin so soft it felt unreal. Up to that point she looked like any other adorable girl, except—
A heavy, unmistakable weight bulged between my legs.
It didn’t disappear.
It actually seemed a little bigger than before. When I slid my hand lower, I found a soft slit that had definitely never been there in my previous life.
I really have become a futanari?
The tactile sensation proved this wasn’t a dream. Besides, I had never in my life entertained fantasies weird enough to conjure something this bizarre.
“Have you accepted it now, Lea?”
“Lea? Who’s that?”
“A thrall’s name is chosen by their master. So from today onward, you are Lea.”
“I had a perfectly normal name… wait, what?”
Now that she mentioned it, what had my name been? I could remember my face and my old address, but the moment I tried to recall my name, my mind went foggy, as if thick mist had rolled in.
“You probably won’t remember. Forming the contract erases the name you used before.”
“But I never agreed to any contract…”
“Hmm? To be reborn as a succubus you must contract as a thrall. The instant I saved you, the contract was sealed.”
What kind of absurd logic was that? Not only had I been transported to another world, I had unconsciously become someone’s thrall.
While I stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish, Lilith pulled a thick stack of documents from a drawer.
“With that settled, Lea will be working alongside me from now on, yes?”
“…What kind of work?”
“You’ll be the new manager at our store.”
Right. She had said this was an adult toy store. It was the same industry I had been trying to enter before all this. The critical difference, of course, was the “futanari-exclusive” part.
“Please give me a moment to process everything.”
“I think I’ve given you plenty. I’ve been explaining for over an hour.”
I had been dropped into another world with my gender completely changed, and she expected me to start working at a futanari sex-toy shop after only an hour of explanation? That felt woefully insufficient.
“Besides, these documents already bear your consent.”
“Pardon?”
I examined the papers. A heart-shaped stamp sat where a signature should have been. Instinctively I yanked up my shirt. An identical heart-shaped crest was tattooed on my lower abdomen.
The thrall Lea must serve at Master Lilith’s adult toy store Bellarose for a period of one year.
Violation of any term will result in the immediate forfeiture of life.
Life essence invested: several years’ accumulated stock. Repayment required through labor.
Startled, I read the contract properly.
“The thrall Lea must work at Master Lilith’s adult toy store Bellarose for one year. If the conditions are violated, life must be returned…?”
“Correct. If you refuse to work here, I’ll have no choice but to reclaim the life I gave you. It took years of saved essence to bring you back, after all.”
I didn’t fully understand what “life essence” meant, but it clearly wasn’t trivial. It made sense that saving someone on the brink of death would come with a price.
“What exactly would I have to do here?”
“Finally ready to listen, I see!”
Lilith flipped the page. The working conditions were listed in detail.
Room and board provided. Wages at three times the minimum rate. Tips received from customers kept separately. Full coverage of the four major insurances and tax deductions guaranteed.
Up to that point it actually looked like decent conditions for a one-year contract.
“Number four… ‘Actively participate in the Employee Experience Service’? What is this?”
“You caught the most important part. That’s the core of our store’s appeal.”
Lilith smiled brightly and produced a pamphlet. The largest text on the front read:
All products in this store are non-refundable.
Instead, they can be used directly on the staff!
“What does ‘used directly’ mean, exactly?”
“If a customer wants to test a toy, you service them with your whole body!”
“When you say service…”
“If they want an onahole experience, you stroke them. If they want to test a condom, you spread your legs or put it on and let them thrust inside. Revolutionary, right?”
It was revolutionary, all right. But at that point it stopped being an adult toy store and became a brothel that happened to sell toys on the side…!
“It can’t be helped. Futanaria is flooded with adult toy shops. To stay competitive we have to offer something special.”
“There’s more than one store?”
“Obviously. Futanari sex drives are insanely strong. These shops are everywhere.”
So I was expected to personally absorb the sexual appetites of girls with cocks? An indescribable, surreal feeling washed over me.
“The contract says that if I don’t perform my duties faithfully, my life will be taken, correct?”
“Oh, you’re quick. If you refuse a reasonable request, you’ll go boom on the spot.”
“Boom…? I explode?”
“You’d revert to the state you were in when you died, basically.”
It wasn’t just my soul that would vanish? The thought of feeling the truck’s impact again made my stomach twist.
“As long as I do the job properly, there won’t be any problems… right?”
“Of course! No need to look so terrified.”
Lilith grinned, tail swishing cheerfully. I couldn’t tell whether she was so relaxed because it wasn’t her body on the line or because the actual workload wasn’t that bad.
Seems I don’t have a choice anyway.
The idea of touching futanari cocks—and possibly being penetrated—terrified me, but refusing meant my body would literally explode. Besides, I wasn’t exactly a stranger to adult toys.
Dildos, vibrators, specialty condoms, anal beads… The display looks exactly like any ordinary adult shop.
I had studied hard to get hired by that company, after all.
I thought it was a promising field in a society where people skip dating, birth rates keep dropping, and everyone just gets older…
The world had changed, but the work itself was eerily similar. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with sleazy men. And since I was a girl now—well, mostly—it could have been worse.
If I had to have a cock, at least I got a cute face to go with it. I forcibly hypnotized myself with positive thoughts, a defense mechanism to protect my sanity after the barrage of shocks I’d received in this strange new world.
That line of thinking led to a sudden question. Was Lilith a futanari too?
I didn’t need to ask out loud.
What the… That’s impossibly huge.
The outline visible through her suit trousers was already mouth-wateringly enormous. I had thought my own new equipment was a bit larger than before, but even soft, Lilith’s looked twice the size of mine.
“Ahem!”
My face burning, I fanned myself and quickly looked away.
“I understand the situation now. Thank you again for saving my life… So after exactly one year I’m free to leave, correct?”
“You haven’t even started your first shift and you’re already planning your resignation?”
Lilith’s black tail drooped dejectedly. She gave a small nod.
“I’d love for you to stay longer than a year, but the contract is the contract. If you want to quit after one year, I’ll release you.”
“Understood. Then… I’ll be in your care for the next year, Master.”
I bowed deeply. My newly heavy breasts swayed with the motion.
Just grit my teeth and endure for one year. After that I’ll either find a way back to my original body or figure out a new life here.
As I steeled my resolve and began mapping out future plans, Lilith clapped her hands.
“Great! Looking forward to working with you. Now then—shall we start by taking off your clothes?”
“Excuse me?”
I thought I must have misheard.
“Why the surprise? To provide the Employee Experience Service, I need to know exactly what kind of body I’m working with.”
“…Is that really necessary?”
“You’re asking something obvious. This is physical labor. How can you do the job if you don’t even know your own measurements?”
Lilith smiled as if I were the most adorable thing she had ever seen and ruffled my hair.
“Let’s quickly record your height, weight, three sizes, soft length, erect length, and average ejaculation volume!”
Listening to that cheerfully delivered list of utterly shameless measurements, a cold sweat trickled down my back.
This… is going to be okay, right?
My brand-new workplace was already proving to be anything but ordinary.