Training
My steps wobbled and shook as I stripped completely bare and headed for the bathroom. Every time the air touched my naked skin, I had to shiver and moan at the faint chill.
It was only a bathroom lined with white tiles, yet through my heat-hazed vision it looked veiled in a soft pink mist, like some space meant for far more indecent purposes. Considering what I was about to do here, that hardly seemed strange.
I dragged over the bathroom stool, crouched down on my knees, and brought my hand to my pussy.
The moment I stroked the plump, fleshy mound and the deep cleft nestled between it, my back snapped straight.
“Nngh…!”
In the mirror fixed to one wall of the bathroom, the girl reflected there bit her lip hard, desperately holding back her moans.
Her face was flushed as red as a beet, and her body—now blooming with healthy color—had heated to a soft peach glow.
The sight of a pretty girl trembling while letting out heat-laced sighs stirred a strange excitement in me. Suddenly that mirror felt just like the phone screen I’d been watching moments earlier. The image of Eileen reflected in the glass overlapped with the sadistic videos I’d just finished.
The fantasies I’d barely managed to bury began to surface again, seeping up like something rising from deep water. The face of the actress in those fantasies—helpless, toys attached all over her body, climaxing over and over—was overlaid with my own.
“Haa…!”
My moans grew rougher by the second, loud enough to pound against my own ears.
Out of pure spite I seized my breasts and squeezed hard. I crushed them roughly enough to ruin their pretty shape, pouring every bit of strength into my grip. Soft flesh bulged out between my fingers.
“Aaah…!”
Pain flared almost at once. Unlike a man’s chest, a woman’s breasts were laced with countless sensitive nerves. They were practically a weak point; of course handling them like this would hurt.
And yet, watching my face twist with pain in the mirror made a corner of my chest tingle in a strangely pleasant way. It was a twisted kind of pleasure.
Was it because the sadistic streak I’d carried even as a man was being satisfied? Or maybe it was the masochistic bent Eileen’s body had been secretly nursing all along that was finally being fed.
Everything was so tangled together I couldn’t tell which was which anymore.
I shoved a finger into my mouth and yanked my lip hard to the side. My mouth warped; saliva began to drip from lips that could no longer close. The reflection in the mirror looked even more lewd than before.
Looking at that image, I felt no small amount of satisfaction and self-loathing at the same time.
“Nn, heuuk….”
I gently released my breasts and let my hand travel downward. Fingertips lightly caressed bare skin, lower and lower. Wherever bare flesh met bare flesh, goosebumps seemed to prickle up. I twitched and shivered at every place my hand touched, twisting my waist.
The hand that had passed my side slipped behind me and traced my tailbone. Right after that, my plump, well-fleshed ass filled my palm. A fiercely sadistic urge rose—and a masochistic one right along with it. I surrendered to the impulse, clenched my hand, and swung it hard once.
Smack—!
“Hyaaugh…!”
Soft flesh bounced back with an elastic feel. My ass stung. A sharp, thrilling pleasure climbed up from the hand that had struck my own buttocks.
When I lifted my head, the Eileen in the mirror wore an expression close to tears from the spanking. And yet one corner of her mouth was still caught by her fingers, twisted upward as if smiling—an utterly bizarre sight.
I spanked myself again.
Smack—!
A crisp sound, and hot, stinging pain bloomed across my cheeks. My back arched; my lower belly fluttered and twitched. When I layered on top of it the most depraved fantasies I could invent, the impulse became impossible to hold back any longer.
My hips rocked beyond my control. After thrashing forward and back a few times, the stool finally slid across the bathroom floor. I lost my balance completely and went sprawling, upper body slamming face-first onto the tile with a heavy thud.
“Hngh…!”
Instead of a scream of pain, a moan thick with excitement burst out. It hurt, yes—but to me right now even that pain was nothing more than fuel for the fire. Watching my face contort with pain in the mirror pushed me past any point where I could get more aroused.
Still sprawled on the floor, with no thought of getting up, I brought my hand to my pussy.
Squish…♡
I parted the plump, swollen folds and drove my fingers into my cunt. My thoroughly soaked pussy answered with wet, coaxing sounds.
The fingers that had been warping my mouth lost all strength. Instead I wrapped my tongue around the fingers still left inside and began sucking them with wet little pulls. A faint salty taste. Pressing and roughly handling my tongue with my fingers made it feel as if I were being forced into a brutal, one-sided kiss.
“Chuu, chuk, heup, tsu, uum…. Hnnn….”
The sounds reaching my ears were intensely stimulating. The image of myself in the mirror, eyes wet, sucking on my fingers, was every bit as stimulating.
A tight, aching feeling clenched low in my belly.
Squeeze, squeeze♡
My pussy clamped down as if it meant to snap my fingers joint by joint.
I curled my fingertips slightly and scraped along the inner walls. Amid the messy folds I found a rough, raised sensitive spot. When I pressed hard against it with my fingerprints and rubbed, pleasure raced straight up my spine.
“Hyaah…! Nn, guh, nngh…!”
Tap, tap, tap—each time I struck the same place it felt like electricity exploding along my nerves.
My hips jerked again and again, thrashing like a live fish. The sound of my knees slamming against the floor came like sound effects.
The reflection in the mirror looked exactly like someone writhing in unbearable pain.
It was no coincidence that the videos I’d watched earlier came back to me then. The actress thrashing through climax had looked just like I did now.
But I wasn’t some actress who made a living throwing her body around so freely. So why had a body this sensitive and perverted been given to someone like me…?
Ah.
It was coming.
Something huge was climbing my spine… invading my skull, ready to churn my brain into white noise with its violent force.
Squish, squelch-squelch….
“Nngh, haah…!”
I pulled the fingers from my mouth. A sticky, transparent string stretched long between them. I brought those wet fingers to my chest.
I kneaded my breast hard once, stroked the areola a few times, then pinched the tip and yanked it roughly.
At the same moment I crushed my protruding clit under my thumb.
Coming, coming, coming….
The same word filled my brain over and over. Thought itself seemed to burn away. Then, at some point, there was a heavy thud, and everything in front of my eyes went pure white.
Psssh, fwoosh…!
A jet of liquid sprayed out under fierce pressure.
“───♥──♥!”
A sound that was neither quite a cry of pleasure nor a scream tore free. If the dorm’s soundproofing hadn’t been decent, my disgraceful moans would have reached the rooms next door, the ones above and below, even the ones diagonally across.
“Haah! Haa….”
After that single violent climax, all strength left me and my knees slid flat across the floor. My raised hips sank; legs spread wide, I ended up looking as ugly as a dead frog.
For a long while the only thing I could do was breathe out sighs mixed with residual moans.
Once I’d finally gathered enough strength, I moved my still-trembling arms and legs and cleaned the filthy bathroom floor until it was spotless.
Finishing a masturbation session and then cleaning the bathroom naked stirred the strangest feelings. Half-unconscious, sunk deep in post-nut clarity, I kept scrubbing.
I wasn’t some middle-schooler who’d just discovered how to touch herself. So why couldn’t I ever hold it in and always ended up making this kind of mess?
Even when I was a man I don’t think my sex drive had been this strong. And today of all days I’d spanked my own ass and indulged in weird fantasies while I did it. That wasn’t just anything—that was real perversion.
Maybe because of what I’d done, the crash hit harder than usual. Emptiness, shame, irritation—I could barely stand it.
Still, it wasn’t as if there was nothing to praise myself for. Getting out of bed halfway through, stripping, and coming to the bathroom—that part.
One look at the soaked floor told the whole story. If I’d kept going on the bed in that state, the bedding would have been a disaster. Not continuing on the bed was definitely something worth congratulating myself over.
Of course, if I was going to do that, it would have been better never to start masturbating in the first place….
“Haa….”
I finished cleaning with a gloomy sigh.
Even putting clothes back on felt like too much trouble. I washed myself roughly, then staggered toward the bed and collapsed onto it completely naked.
I’d burned through so much energy that the moment my body hit the mattress, exhaustion poured over me.
I closed and opened my eyes a few times, and before I knew it morning had come.
I must have slept deeply enough that I didn’t even know when I’d drifted off. For someone who’d masturbated at dawn, my body felt surprisingly refreshed. Was it because Eileen’s body was sturdy and healthy, or because I’d been releasing the built-up lust regularly?
I’d rather believe it was the former. The latter just sounded perverted.
I threw on clothes, put on my uniform, and headed to class.
The same boring lessons as always. I fought to keep my focus, scribbling notes, and before I realized it the school day was over.
I was packing my things the usual way, about to head for the infirmary, when—
“Eileen! You remember the promise from last time, right? Today you absolutely have to come into the city with me!”
Nova—one of the few friends I’d made at the Academy—grabbed me and started insisting.