Training
After slipping out of the Infirmary, I headed straight for the dorms.
All the way back to my room, my body felt strangely itchy. Not as bad as yesterday, but heat still seemed to be pooling somewhere deep inside me.
Exactly the way it felt when I'd stopped masturbating right before finishing…
Lately my body kept acting up around this hour. Ever since I'd gone through my first ovulation a while back, it had been like this without fail. Did women's bodies have something like a heat cycle of their own? The more I thought about it, the less I understood.
I walked the corridor trying to force the ticklish restlessness down. The moment I reached my room I showered, finished the dormitory check, and collapsed onto the bed.
I yanked the blanket all the way up to my chin, determined to fall asleep at once. But the thing I'd been dreading happened anyway. The body that had been prickling all evening grew steadily hotter until the heat climbed so high I could barely stand the stuffiness.
I fidgeted my hips under the covers for a long time before finally letting out a heavy sigh. It seemed Eileen's perverted body had absolutely no intention of letting me sleep like this.
I wasn't even surprised anymore. Hadn't my sex drive been spiking lately as it was? Experience had already taught me that if I stubbornly held out without properly relieving the lust, I would only make myself suffer.
In fact, knowing this would happen, I'd only put on the pajama top. No need to pull down pants or peel off panties—when I lowered my hand, bare skin met bare skin at once.
I slipped my hand between my thighs and gently stroked the slit.
Squelch…
My already slightly wet pussy answered with a wet friction sound.
"Haaaah…"
The breath I'd been holding burst free, and a heat-laced sigh leaked out weakly. Tension drained from my shoulders; they sank, growing languid.
Once the engine caught, the craving began in earnest. I undid the front of my pajama top and brought my hand to my chest.
My nipples had felt so desperately needy for a while that I couldn't stand it any longer. How should I put it—it was as if, though that was impossible, they had been thoroughly caressed all day long and nowhere else.
Anyway, the tips of my breasts had been buzzing and tingling, and I was full of the urge to relieve them at once. They were so stiff their protruding shape showed clearly even through the fabric. Without hesitation I pinched both nipples hard.
"Hyaaugh…♡!"
My shoulders immediately shuddered. For an instant my vision swam and a current zapped straight through me. My lower back arched slightly as I tilted my chin upward.
W-what is this? Why am I so sensitive?
Of course there was virtually no part of this body that wasn't sensitive… but even so, this was strange. I wasn't joking—it really felt as if someone had spent the entire day carefully raising the sensitivity.
Pinching the nipples felt a little too intense. Growing scared for no good reason, I changed course. Instead of stimulating the nipples themselves, I would just gently caress the area around them.
So I cupped my breasts and began kneading them softly. A thoroughly satisfying weight and give filled my palms.
"Nngh, nn, hooo… Haah!"
They weren't as sharp as the nipples, but they were still plenty sensitive. After only a little fondling a ticklish heat began to bloom.
Ah… still, just masturbating like this felt a bit boring. I wasn't in as bad a heat as yesterday either. It would be nice if there were something to stoke the excitement and imagination a little more.
Masturbation is boring? Now that I'd gotten somewhat used to it, it was almost funny that I was having such a perverted worry. But what was I supposed to do when it really was boring? Frowning, I kneaded my breasts a while longer before reaching for my phone.
I opened the browser and searched for the kind of material I used to use a lot back in the day.
The scroll stretched long, and several results appeared on the screen.
Ah, good. This world has it properly too.
I still didn't really know what kind of world this was. I only speculated it might be a parallel version of the Earth I'd originally lived on. Aside from the fact that superhumans walked around in the open, the environment was similar to my old Earth in many ways, and when I surfed the internet like this I occasionally found material that had existed in my original world as well.
Maybe because I'd found a connection to that world, I felt oddly buoyant. Though the fact that the medium happened to be porn was a little… whatever.
I put in earphones and hit play. Skipping the uninteresting intro, I jumped straight to the real action.
The screen filled with an actress pressing a lewd toy against her pussy and trembling all over.
What was the concept again? I remembered a title about a hundred consecutive climaxes or something. Probably a video designed to make her cum until she went crazy using every tool and hand technique imaginable, just like the title claimed.
I had no idea whether she actually came a hundred times. She came a ton, but even that might have been acting. Anyway, the moans and reactions had been so teasing that I'd used it quite a bit back then.
When the video started, dialogue and moans began flowing through the earphones.
-Hnn, ahn, oht, ooo…♡
"Mmm…"
I watched while kneading my breasts.
But maybe because I'd become a woman. Somehow this felt embarrassing. It wasn't getting me nearly as excited as I'd expected. I might actually have felt better just touching my chest with nothing playing at all.
It only seemed to scatter my concentration. A quiet environment might have been better. If it was going to be like this, maybe I should just turn it off and finish myself.
When it wasn't as satisfying as expected, a little disappointment rose.
Feeling only more embarrassed and awkward, a sigh slipped out. I hadn't even cum yet and I already felt like post-nut clarity was creeping in. What the hell am I even doing, I thought.
Just as I was about to close the phone, unable to hide the letdown—
Suddenly. Completely out of nowhere. For an instant my own face seemed to overlay the actress on the screen. The thought struck me without warning: what if I were the one being done like that?
"Hyak♡ Hi, hiiugh…?"
The excitement that had been settling surged back to the limit in a single breath.
Flustered, I hastily pulled my hands away from my breasts.
W-what was that just now…?
It had felt… really good…
As the spike of arousal faded, an uneasy feeling bloomed at once. Because if I'd gotten excited in that situation, there was clearly only one cause. A fact I desperately did not want to admit.
No way. It can't be.
Hoping against hope, I kneaded my breasts again and fixed my gaze on the screen. I projected myself onto the actress bound hand and foot, having every erogenous zone thoroughly worked over. A dildo buried in her pussy, rotors taped to her nipples, able only to tremble and moan helplessly…
"Nngh♡ Ah, haah…!"
As if to prove the earlier pleasure hadn't been a lie, the excitement climbed again at once. Every time I squeezed my chest, hot heat seemed to pour from my palms and rush straight up to my head.
Th-that's impossible.
Now I'm getting off imagining myself in that state? That's… that's just being a pervert…!
But no matter how I denied it, the video kept playing. And once started, the fantasy stretched on without end. Just as telling someone not to think of an elephant only makes them think of an elephant, the more I refused, the more vividly the fantasy took shape—I began to fall into that vicious cycle.
-Oht, oht, ooo…♡ Hwaa, ah, ah…!
The moans in the video grew rougher. Her eyes seemed to cross slightly toward the center; she rounded her lips and made soft ooh, oht sounds.
Every time my face seemed to overlay that image, a desperately needy feeling made my hips keep fidgeting.
Eileen, arms and legs bound to a chair. Helplessly accepting toys pressed against every part of her body, letting out screams that were almost shrieks. Eventually begging to be released, even wetting herself—that scene refused to leave my head.
Not knowing what else to do, I brought my fidgeting fingers to my pussy. When I smoothly stroked the slit, a handful of love juices came away from my thoroughly soaked cunt.
"Ugh…"
I clamped my mouth shut and held the moan back.
The wet sound—squelch—felt downright lewd.
They say human imagination is more powerful than any medium.
-Agit! Nn, ok, nnghook…!
Damn, were the moans in this video always this vulgar? My head was so hot I couldn't tell what was what anymore.
Plus the voice tone was weirdly similar to mine. This is no good. I can't watch any more. If I keep watching this, something really strange is going to happen to me.
"Hnn, ah, a, haa…"
I forcibly suppressed my increasingly rough breathing. Fumbling with my fingers, I firmly pressed the back button beside the screen.
Maybe that particular video had just happened to match Eileen's body and tastes especially well. Other videos might be different. I fiddled around and randomly played whatever came up next.
This time the setting was inside a subway car. A thoroughly sordid adult video about molesting a high-school girl on a packed train.
But this one was the same—my face kept overlaying the actress. Every time the girl on screen had her butt groped and flushed bright red with shame, I felt my own ears burning.
Even though the actress didn't resemble me in voice or appearance at all.
A situation where excitement surged even as it felt thoroughly unsettling. In the end I closed the phone, pulled out the earphones, and tossed them onto the desk.
When I peeked under the covers, the middle of the bed was darkly soaked.
Even after turning the video off, my body remained hypersensitive. Once the surroundings grew quiet, the fantasies only ran wilder.
But if I kept masturbating like this, the bed would end up in a terrible state. In the end I had no choice but to get up and stagger toward the bathroom. My thighs rubbed together, crossing several times. Because my lower belly kept throbbing—thump, thump—my gait was terribly clumsy.