The Joy of Being Taken
"Wh-why are you laughing?"
He was dying of embarrassment, and he couldn't for the life of him understand what was so funny.
Her body was surely being drenched in his piss even now. Given how fastidiously clean she was, he could understand her recoiling in disgust — but smiling like she was enjoying it? That he couldn't explain at all.
"That wasn't pee."
"P-pardon...?"
Junyoung's eyes went round as saucers. Not pee? What else could possibly come gushing out of a pussy?
If it wasn't piss, then what on earth was it?
"You don't know what squirting is? Honestly. Are you playing innocent or what?"
That jogged something loose in his memory. He had seen women in porn overwhelmed by arousal, gushing streams of liquid — he'd simply assumed it was exaggerated at the time. No matter how good it felt, he'd never been able to wrap his head around spraying water that wasn't pee.
But having experienced it in his own body, he now knew it was entirely possible. At the peak of orgasm, her womb had shuddered violently and her walls had clenched tight — and then, with no chance to hold anything back, the fluid had burst free.
"Still don't get it? You felt so fucking good you squirted all over the place."
Her face close to his, she whispered the words in a low voice right against his ear. The spot where her sweet breath landed burned hot.
"Th-that's..."
Goosebumps raced across his entire body. Pleasure spreading from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes left his mind a haze.
"Congratulations. You got my cock hard."
At the words, dropped so abruptly, he looked straight ahead. She had risen onto her knees and was touching her own crotch.
"Hahk... how..."
Then he saw what she meant. Her cock was fully erect, bobbing in the air.
Wait a moment. Congratulations? Did that mean it had never once gotten hard before now?
Which would mean — just as this was all a first for him, it was a first for her as well?
Dizziness washed over him. He couldn't believe that Lee Nawol, mistress of the vast estate handed down through generations, had kept her virginity into her late twenties. Even accounting for the physical secret of the futanari bloodline, it was hard to fathom. Her allure was more than capable of seducing anyone she set her sights on.
As if spellbound, Junyoung stared at the Nawol before him. Her huge breasts swayed with her every movement, pulling his gaze in. If he could just bury his face in them once, he felt he'd have no regrets left in life. His eyes slid lower — the straight line of her navel, the round swell of her hips.
"Hnngh."
Of course, the cock jutting proudly upward was still something he wasn't used to. It was attached to his body too, but the size and girth weren't even in the same league. He couldn't tear his eyes from that grotesque thing — somehow both fitting and utterly unfitting on a delicate female frame.
Was it really going to go inside him?
Gulp. Tension made him swallow without meaning to.
Having sex with Nawol was something he'd dreamed of since forever — but he'd never once imagined he'd be the one on the receiving end.
Still, if not now, a chance like this would never come again.
What should he do? Junyoung sank deep into thought. Judging by Nawol's mood, if he refused and stormed out, she wouldn't try to stop him. Escaping the humiliating position of a man being mounted by a woman was all well and good — but that would also mean never being tangled up with her like this again.
He deliberated, and deliberated seriously. No matter how he turned it over, he found he didn't want it to end that way. He did feel resistance to the idea of being skewered on a cock — but when he reminded himself who it was, that it was Nawol... maybe once wouldn't be so bad.
Surely — though of course it would never come to that — he wouldn't end up mewling while impaled on her cock, right?
...No, wait. He'd just felt so good he'd squirted, hadn't he?
He'd become a woman for the time being, but his heart was still a man's. He didn't want to become some whimpering female wrecked on a cock. He'd only come this far because the other party was Nawol — the idea of being penetrated itself still repulsed him.
"Now then — shall we do this properly?"
Utterly unaware of his agonized deliberation, Nawol drew closer. Junyoung squeezed his eyes shut.
He still didn't want to storm out. For better or worse, he had no idea how things would unfold from here — but he wanted to see it through to the end, just this once.
With a trembling heart, Junyoung stole a glance downward. Contrary to her earlier claim that it wouldn't rise, a fully engorged monster greeted him.
'What do you mean it doesn't get hard?! That thing is rock solid!'
It was drooling precum so heavily he almost wondered whether she'd lied to him, and his eyes squeezed shut all on their own. Sure, her fingers had loosened him up, but if something that huge went into him, he doubted his body would survive intact.
Had he made a mistake, agreeing to this? He was on the very edge of regret.
"Hnn..."
Nawol leaned down and climbed over him. Thump — her breasts settled onto his. Two pairs of heavy breasts met and squished soft together, and their weight matched their size; the pressure was no joke. But at the sight of those milky, pillowy mounds, the arousal that had wilted at the sight of her cock began creeping back up, little by little.
"You're turned on too?"
He opened his eyes to find Nawol's beautiful face right in front of his. His heart plummeted with a thud, and Junyoung couldn't manage a single word — his mouth just opened and closed.
"Th-that's..."
He could only blink, and she held his gaze dead-on. Gulp — he swallowed involuntarily. Even from this close, her face was flawless; not a single imperfection to be found. So this was what it meant to be captivated by a face?
As he stared, dazed, she slowly parted her lips. And Junyoung, who had only been gazing, felt his own lips part slowly in answer.
Then — a wet slide — Nawol's saliva slipped into his mouth.
"Mmph!"
He clamped his mouth shut in shock. While he was still processing what had just happened, she reached out and gently coaxed his lips apart again.
"You have to swallow."
At the soft touch brushing his mouth, his lips closed without any decision on his part. Gulp — as his throat bobbed, he swallowed her saliva down.
Only then did he come back to himself. He was... drinking her spit.
It was a situation that should have disgusted him — but it didn't, not at all. If anything, it was sweet. With Nawol's saliva in his mouth, it was no different from a kiss.
"Wh-what..."
Just thinking the word kiss turned Junyoung's face scarlet. His throat, dried out from all the moans he'd been spilling, grew moist. All he'd done was swallow her spit, yet his body heated up as though he'd taken an aphrodisiac.
"Hahh, mmh... Mistress."
Not of his own will, a pleading moan spilled from his lips. His body was slipping free of his control. Incredibly, he was fully aroused. She had hardly done a thing — could he really shed his masculinity this easily? It astonished him.
Then—
Having laid him fully flat, she pressed her lower body flush against his. Was she about to put it in? Cold sweat trickled down his temple. His body was burning from the foreplay, but he still couldn't quite shake his aversion to penetration.
Then a cock slapped heavily down onto his belly. Even as a man, he had to marvel — a truly monstrous thing. The mere thought of taking it made him feel faint.
Just looking at the thing threatened to kill his arousal entirely — when something astonishing happened.
"Hoo... hold still."
She began to move.
"Ah... that feels good."
Nawol laid her cock along his belly and rolled her hips, rubbing their pussies together.
"Ah, Mistress...?"
He was flustered, but the direct stimulation to his pussy sent pleasure spiking up instantly.
"Aah, if you do that there...!"
The feeling of soft, soaked pussies grinding together was so strange. His pussy, already toyed with thoroughly by her fingers, had puffy, swollen lips — and when equally drenched lips rubbed against them, it felt so good he could almost believe someone was sucking on him.
"Hoo... such a plump little pussy."
Nawol moved her supple waist, pressing their pussies together and rubbing again and again. Squelch, squelch — waterlogged flesh ground against waterlogged flesh, filling the air with sounds too embarrassing to hear.
"Hah... hah..."
Junyoung let out heated moans. Rubbing plump pussies together felt better than he'd expected. His juices were already oozing out thick and sticky, and the slide grew slicker with every pass.
He lifted his eyes to watch her rocking her hips. With each increasingly fevered movement her breasts bounced hard, and the cock resting on his belly swayed with them.
So fucking hot.
The sight was obscene beyond words. Rubbing plump, fleshy pussy lips together did feel good — but it still wasn't as good as her fingers had been.
Something's... missing.
Overcome by a feeling he couldn't endure, Junyoung tipped his head back.
I want it inside me.
The thought had barely surfaced before he snapped back to his senses. What the hell was he thinking? He came to as if doused in cold water.
Even temporarily turned into a woman, he was still, unmistakably, a man. An ordinary man who liked women, at that. And he wanted to be penetrated?
No. Junyoung shook his head hard. It was true he'd come this far on the hope of having sex with Nawol — but that and being mounted were entirely different matters. Somehow, he had the feeling that once he took it, he would never be able to return to who he'd been before.
Right. This is absurd. Turning into a woman was just a passing mishap. Once he was a man again, his thinking would change back too.
But—
Junyoung's eyes drifted to Nawol before him. Watching her roll her eyes languidly as she rubbed her pussy against him, his resolve kept crumbling.
"Does my pussy feel good?"
Those seductively glazed eyes sent his arousal surging.
"Hnn, mmgh..."
He looked down, and the monster cock drooling clear fluid across his belly caught his eye. Fully erect. And as he stared at Nawol's cock, somehow, inexplicably, his pussy began to ache.