Lee Nawol
Junyoung drew in a sharp breath. So she had known everything from the very beginning.
"Uh, I... I didn't sneak in on purpose, I swear."
"It's fine. Go ahead — make it hard."
She parted her thighs, baring her lower half — a posture that put her limp cock and the tightly closed pussy between her legs on shameless display. No matter how many times he looked, he couldn't get used to it.
He'd known from media that futanari existed, but who could have guessed he'd ever see one right in front of him like this?
True, his first reaction had been a flicker of revulsion. But with Lee Nawol's beautiful face and figure woven into the picture, it was also true that the sight was beginning to take on a strange, illicit allure.
Junyoung reached out and took hold of the cock.
"So all I have to do is get it hard?"
"Yes."
Honestly, he didn't think it would be that difficult. He was a man himself, after all — he knew perfectly well that a little stimulation was enough to make one spring up with vigor.
"Then... here I go."
Handling it as though it were his own, he gripped it and stroked it the way one might touch oneself.
Yet no matter how his hand glided along the thick shaft or circled the rounded head, the thing didn't react.
"That's strange."
A vague anxiety crept over him, and he stole a glance at her face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes were cast down, her expression bordering on boredom, and something told him he was doing it wrong.
"J-just give me a second."
If he kept fumbling away this plainly, he had a feeling it would never rise no matter how long he tried.
I need a different approach.
Junyoung didn't think twice. He took the cock into his mouth.
Its distinctive scent rushed up at him all at once, but he swallowed his reaction without letting it show.
To think I'd live to put a cock in my mouth.
As a man, he never would have dreamed of such a thing. Fortunately it was Nawol's sex and not some filthy old man's cock, so he managed to keep the nausea down.
"Mmph, ngh."
He'd never given a blowjob before, but he knew at least which places responded to stimulation. Junyoung worked his tongue desperately.
"Mgh... haah..."
And yet, unexpectedly, the real hardship lay elsewhere.
His breasts, drooping downward under their own weight, were simply too heavy.
How do women carry these things around all day?
Crouched like a dog with a cock in his mouth, the weight of his chest made everything twice as hard.
Worse still, giving head meant bobbing up and down, and every time he did, his breasts jolted and swayed with him — his oversensitive nipples grazing against Nawol's thighs.
"Nghk."
Of course, the hardest part of all was the cock lodged in his throat.
It was still soft, but its sheer girth filled his mouth so completely that breathing became a struggle.
And the glans kept prodding at the back of his throat, stirring up queasiness.
"Not bad. Keep going."
Then Nawol's hand reached out and stroked his hair. It was the touch one might give a pet — and yet somehow, it felt good.
Being this close, this intimate with her was something he'd never once imagined until now.
Barely a week ago, he couldn't have dreamed that he would turn into a woman and end up naked, sucking her cock. How had things come to this?
Even as he devoted himself to sucking her off, none of it felt real.
"Hoo. Fuck."
A curse slipped out of her. Come to think of it, the thing in his mouth did seem to have grown slightly in volume.
Unlike its limp state at the start, there seemed to be some strength in it now.
Having glimpsed hope, Junyoung quickened the bobbing of his head.
But it was going to take a while before it was fully erect. He would have to try something a little different.
He racked his brain for a moment, then drew the cock out of his mouth.
When he lifted his head, his eyes met Nawol's puzzled gaze, one brow arching in a silent what now?
"As long as I make it hard... that's the only thing that counts, right?"
"Right."
At that, without a moment's hesitation, he shifted his position and slotted the cock between the ample valley of his own breasts.
He had no experience, but he knew very well what it took to make a man's cock stand.
Pressing it between the plump, fleshy mounds, he took hold of his own breasts — and began to work them in earnest.
"This is actually kind of fun. Keep going."
He'd braced himself for her to snap at him for fooling around, but Nawol's face showed only interest. Bolstered by that, Junyoung acted bolder.
Jiggle, jiggle. Every time the soft, muscle-less mounds of flesh bounced, the cock trapped between them drank in the stimulation.
In truth there wasn't much pressure to speak of — the stimulation was probably more visual than anything.
Junyoung stared down at the cock nestled in his cleavage. By this point it should have been rock-hard and then some, yet it still hadn't risen.
Only now did it begin to strike him as strange.
Wait. Could she actually be impotent?
He was fairly sure he'd already supplied more than enough stimulation, so the fact that it still refused to harden seemed odd.
Was that why she'd told him to make it rise?
Junyoung lifted only his eyes toward Nawol.
Telling him to try was one thing, but there was no trace of expectation anywhere on her face. Even now she was simply watching him with cool detachment, observing his every move.
Judging by that, it seemed all the more likely that Lee Nawol had already known she couldn't get it up.
Had she never managed it, not even once in her life?
Which would mean Nawol had never had sex?
Somehow unable to quite believe it, he stole another glance at that refined face.
The head of an entire family — a woman with a face and body like that — still a virgin? It seemed impossible.
The reason was easy enough to deduce. It almost certainly had everything to do with the secret of her body: the futanari condition.
With a body so far from ordinary, she likely could never have been with just anyone.
And especially not a man, he thought — even with a pussy, letting one get close would have been too dangerous.
"Hmm. Boring. Is this all you can do?"
She yawned, making no effort to hide it. Only then did Junyoung snap back to his senses. She had promised to go on pretending she didn't know his identity — on the condition that he make her hard.
Which meant he had to try everything in his power.
Junyoung pulled the cock free and lowered himself directly on top of it, pinning it beneath his pussy, intending to stimulate it with shameless directness.
Right now, one thought consumed him: somehow, any way he could, he had to make Nawol's cock rise.
If he failed, she was hardly going to let the person who had broken into her estate off scot-free. She might even turn him over to the police.
His female self had no identity whatsoever. The moment he set foot in a station, they would run a background check. Give his real name and the file would come back reading male — and no matter how anyone looked at him, this undeniably female body could not pass as Kim Junyoung.
And if he were detained there, passing the hours in a cell, and shifted back into a man — that would be a catastrophe.
So if only to avert a far greater disaster, he had no choice but to throw everything he had into making Nawol's cock rise right now.
"Hnn... I'll start moving."
With the cock pressed flat beneath his pussy, he began to sway his hips, slowly at first.
Rocking his waist and hips in rhythm, he worked the cock trapped beneath him.
"Hah... mmm."
He ground his hips in a haze until, quite suddenly, he found himself wondering what expression Nawol was wearing. The instant he opened his eyes, her gaze was there waiting, locked with his.
Her eyes were as mysterious as a jet-black night sky. And watching every move he made with that look of faint fascination on her face — somehow it made his own body flush with heat.
To think I'd end up doing this with her — not as a man, but in a woman's body.
"Ah... aah..."
Junyoung rocked back and forth, stimulating the cock beneath him. His own pussy was flowing too, it seemed — thanks to the slippery wetness, each movement came a little easier than the last.
"Ha, aaah! Nnngh...!"
Little by little, his motions grew fevered. Every sway of his hips sent his breasts bouncing along with them.
He could feel her gaze fixed on his body.
Maybe there's hope after all.
Still, she had to be letting this slide because it pleased her, at least somewhat. The mere fact that she was watching without a single word of objection already felt like a success. Heartened, Junyoung moved with even greater abandon.
Then — a twitch. At the feeling of something moving beneath him, Junyoung looked down.
It was no illusion.
Through his exquisitely sensitive membranes, he could distinctly feel the cock writhing.
It hadn't yet taken its full shape, but it was proof the cock was gathering strength.
"Hoo... haah. Feels good."
Though it had begun as an act to satisfy Nawol, for him as well it was now hardly different from using her body to touch himself.
"Hahk—!"
That was the moment. A twitch — and a surge of sensation far too intense to simply ignore. Sensing what was coming, Junyoung rose from his seat and climbed off to the side.
The instant his hips left her crotch, something sprang upward with a bounce, right before his eyes.
"I-It stood up!"
There was no mistaking it: Nawol's cock had lifted its head proudly toward the ceiling.
"Well, look at that. It stood. Congratulations. You're the first person ever to make my cock rise."
Junyoung's face lit up at those words.
He had privately wondered whether she might be impotent — what astonished him was that it had actually been true.
And that he, of all people, was the very first to ever make her cock stand.
Up it stood — the imposing cock jutting proudly into the air.
As if spellbound, Junyoung couldn't tear his eyes from the sight. He'd seen men's cocks countless times since he was a boy, but he had never laid eyes on a monster of this caliber in the flesh. The fact that it hung from a beautiful woman only made it more extraordinary.
Thick veins coiled around the shaft, and beneath it, her pale, delicate lips glistened wet with arousal.
He'd had his suspicions, but there was no doubt now — she was just as aroused as he was.
Knowing that he had stirred that excitement in her sent Junyoung's own spirits soaring.
It felt almost miraculous. He, and no one else, was the first person in her life to ever make her hard.
He was still staring at the cock, dazed, when Nawol spoke.
"Well, it's hard now. But can it go all the way to climax?"
"S-sorry... what?"