Lee Nawol
"I— I'm..."
Nawol looked over the woman standing before her. She was about her own height, a beauty with a fresh, untouched air about her, and judging by the dirt-stained work clothes, most likely a servant who labored somewhere in the house.
But if a servant that beautiful had been working here, there was no possible way she wouldn't have known about it. A new hire, then?
"Hmm."
With an expression of open interest, Nawol studied the beauty in front of her. The woman suited her tastes so exactly that it felt as though someone had quietly gauged her preferences and planted her there on purpose — enough that, if only the girl's identity could be verified, she would have liked to escort her straight up to her room that very moment.
"Th-that's..."
Asked point-blank who she was, the beauty still couldn't manage an answer. Did she have some reason to hide her identity? If she wanted the conversation to go on, she would have to hand the girl a way out first. The corner of Nawol's mouth curled upward.
"A new employee?"
At that, the beauty's eyes went wide.
"Y-yes! That's right. I haven't... been here all that long."
"Then follow me. There's work I need done."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she turned on her heel and started toward the main house, where her room lay. When she glanced back, the beauty was trailing after her with her head meekly bowed. A soft laugh slipped out of her at how endearing the sight was.
This was going to be fun.
Nawol's eyes glinted with an unusual light.
"Come in."
The door opened onto the chamber of the estate's master — Nawol's room — and Junyoung stepped carefully inside.
True to its owner, the head of a great house, the room was furnished with luxury and elegance.
Step by soft step across the thick carpet, he was halfway into the room when he realized he was still wearing his dirt-caked shoes. Little flecks of soil were dropping onto the plush pile.
"M-Mistress."
He called out, stricken, and she turned around. Her face said she'd already caught on to exactly what was troubling him.
"Ah, it's fine — you'll be taking them off anyway. Come in."
A question mark floated up in Junyoung's eyes. It was a relief to be told it was fine, but he had no idea what on earth she meant by taking off.
Then she slipped off the jacket she was wearing.
"Mm."
Taking off one's outerwear upon reaching one's own room was the most natural thing in the world — and yet somehow it felt as though he'd just seen something he was never meant to see, and his face flared scarlet.
"I— I'll just be..."
He was opening his mouth to excuse himself when she, without so much as acknowledging him, walked off toward the bathroom attached to the room.
"Follow me."
"...Pardon?"
Junyoung flailed, utterly at sea. Judging by the atmosphere she was going in for a bath, but for the life of him he couldn't fathom why she would call for him.
"Hurry."
Noticing his hesitation, she looked back over her shoulder and repeated the order. Face burning, Junyoung followed.
"Whoa."
Stepping into the bathroom, Junyoung let out a gasp of admiration.
"So this house had a place like this, too."
An enormous marble tub commanded the very center of the room. The water had been drawn in advance, it seemed — the bath stood already full, steam rising off its surface and diffusing through the air along with a subtle fragrance.
At the soft rustle of fabric, he turned his head. Nawol was undressing.
"Hwaah—!"
He very nearly startled himself into a sprawl. Paying him no mind whatsoever, despite his standing right there, she was calmly stripping herself bare.
Holy. Shit. Junyoung swallowed the curse down whole. Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined the day would come when he would see Lee Nawol's naked body.
Just looking at her — shirt off, nothing above the waist but a pale pink bra, skirt still clinging to her hips — was enough to make him brace for a nosebleed. That snow-white skin, as if it had never once met the sun... if he still had a cock, it would have been standing at attention and then some.
What do I do? He had no idea whether he was allowed to keep looking at this. Was he about to get caught peeping like some pervert and thrown out on the spot? The worry gnawed at him — but there was nothing to be done about the way his gaze kept drifting back all on its own. Making a show of not looking, Junyoung burned every inch of her into his memory.
Thankfully, Nawol didn't seem to care one way or the other whether he watched.
Unreal. Her breasts were huge — roughly the size of the ones now hanging from his own chest. Heavy chest, wide hips; a truly spectacular figure from top to bottom.
Then it happened. With a sweep of her arms the bra came off — and her breasts swayed free with a soft bounce.
On those pudding-soft mounds, pink nipples stood stiffly erect.
His mouth went bone dry.
He had never seen a woman's naked body this close, in the flesh. And of all people — the body of the woman he'd only ever watched from a distance.
What on earth is happening? He couldn't even tell whether this was real.
Where Junyoung stood frozen, Nawol shed the rest without a trace of self-consciousness. Reaching down, she drew the skirt's zipper all the way, bent at the waist, and pulled it to the floor.
"Gahk—!"
Her lower half emerged in nothing but panties and stockings. Junyoung's face went red as a beet. To think he would ever lay eyes on Lee Nawol's bare skin.
Wait. What is that?
Then he noticed it — something wrong. There was a bulge at her crotch.
However he looked at it, it made no sense. There was no reason on earth for that part of her to bulge.
The beautiful face, the enormous breasts — by every measure, Lee Nawol was an unquestionable, unmistakable woman. So why was her crotch tenting outward?
Junyoung, a man after all, had a rough idea of the reason. That silhouette was, beyond any doubt, a cock. And a rather formidable one, at that.
It was clearly still soft. Yet for it to push out a contour like that, nothing short of a monster could manage it.
But then how — how was a cock hanging between the legs of Lee Nawol, a woman?
The shock left his skull ringing. Who on earth would ever imagine that the woman he'd known as a woman had a cock hidden on her?
With one smooth motion, she finally peeled off her panties and tossed them aside. The instant the underwear holding it in vanished, the cock swung free into the open.
"Wha—! H-how...!"
There was no mistaking it. A cock. Thick and long beyond any comparison to the one he'd carried back when he'd still been a man. Mouth hanging open, Junyoung found he couldn't tear his eyes away.
She, for her part, paid him no attention at all as she walked into the bath. With every step, the thing swayed heavily between her thighs.
An alien cock, grafted onto a flawless female body. How could such a thing even be?
"Hold on."
Come to think of it, he'd heard about something like this before — people who possessed both a man's sex and a woman's. Futanari, that was the word, if he remembered right.
Which would mean Lee Nawol's body had both a cock and a pussy. He hadn't seen between her spread legs to confirm it, but somehow he felt certain a pussy was hidden down there too.
"Ahh. This is the life."
Sinking into the hot water, she tipped her head back with her eyes closed. Watching her recline against the rim of the tub, he swallowed hard without meaning to.
He was still debating whether he was even permitted to keep watching when Nawol's eyes snapped open.
"What are you doing? You're here to attend my bath."
"Ah — yes."
Only then did he snap out of it and hurry to her side. So that was why she'd summoned him — she wanted him to wait on her bath.
Common sense said there was no reason for her to suddenly call him in to share her bath. They were both women, apparently, and so she felt free to order it without a second thought.
He took his place behind her. Seen from there, her creamy skin, the small elegant line of her head, and the glossy fall of her hair could all be appreciated in finer detail still. Truly, even from behind, she was a woman almost too beautiful to look at directly.
He had come, sure enough — but he hadn't the faintest idea what he was actually supposed to do. He'd done nothing but tend the garden since entering the estate's employ, so of course he didn't know the first thing about attending a bath.
As he stood there hesitating, she turned her head and met his eyes.
"What are you doing? Massage my shoulders."
"Y-yes. Of course."
If anything, having her spell it out for him settled his nerves. Massaging a pair of shoulders was well within his abilities. Kneeling down, he laid his hands on those slender shoulders and began to knead.
"Ahh."
Thankfully she seemed pleased with the work — a satisfied sigh slipped from between Nawol's lips. Bolstered by the sound, Junyoung pressed in a little deeper.
"You've got good hands. What's your name?"
"M-my name?"
He'd never dreamed she would ask something like that; his mind went white.
If he couldn't even answer a question about his own name, it would only deepen her suspicions. Squeezing his brain dry, he barely managed a reply.
"Yu-Yuyeong."
Yuyeong was, in truth, the name of Junyoung's younger sister. Forced to answer on the spot, her name had been the only thing his scrambled mind could produce.
"Is that so?"
Thankfully she showed no sign of finding anything strange in it, and the moment slid past.
Junyoung resumed the massage. It struck him as strange how utterly effortless it felt, kneading at a body this beautiful.
Only — the image of Nawol's naked form from moments before kept resurfacing behind his eyes. A cock. On that body.
So was that why the rumors had spread, the ones about her summoning women to the estate in the dead of night? With a body like that, she certainly wasn't the type to go out meeting men.
He was still turning all of this over when he realized his sleeves had gone damp. Standing beside the bath fully clothed, the steam had been soaking into his clothes this whole time.
"That's enough for now. You get in, too."
The command dropped without warning, and Junyoung's eyes went round.
"I... what?"
"You too. Get in."
His head spun. Getting in meant taking his clothes off.
Was he supposed to show Lee Nawol this body — the body that had turned into a woman's?
She looked back over her shoulder, smiling with her eyes. In that crescent curve, for one instant, his mind went dizzy.