Everyday Life
“Haaah…….”
I held back my moans through a few more sharp smacks against my own ass before letting out a long, heavy sigh. The face staring back at me in the mirror looked far too ugly, far too vulgar.
A woman making that dangerous expression while spanking her own rear. There was no other word for it—I was a pervert. Honestly, if the me from when I was still a man had seen this sight, he would have recoiled in pure horror. Even to my own eyes I looked like someone beyond saving; I didn’t even want to imagine how I would look to anyone else.
So that was enough of the spanking. Excitement was one thing, but the shame crashing over me was too intense to bear. If I kept going with these filthy acts, I felt certain I would turn into something that only vaguely resembled a human being.
If this had been the bedroom the shame might have been a little more manageable, but of course it had to be the bathroom—with that enormous full-length mirror right in front of me. The self-loathing was brutal. And the scarier part was that this body of mine was twisted enough to take even that self-loathing and use it as raw material for further arousal, cranking my excitement higher still. The fear of becoming something barely human was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
I cooled my flushed body for a moment, then dragged the discarded chair back into place. Kneeling on the low bathroom stool, I spread my legs into an M-shape and squatted down.
I intended to stick to ordinary masturbation—truly ordinary this time. No more spanking, no more fantasies about someone else’s hands on me.
The whole point had been to calm this heated body down; there was no need to waste time catering to the perverted quirks this flesh seemed to possess.
Planning to stimulate only my sex and finish quickly, I brought my fingers to my pussy.
Squish……♡
“Nn…….”
My already soaked folds accepted the finger smoothly. The sight of that slender digit vanishing between the plump mound of flesh was strangely lewd.
I had only slipped in my middle finger, yet already a tingling current was racing up my spine.
Come to think of it, I had never tried two fingers before.
Whenever women’s masturbation was described, they always seemed to push in both middle and ring fingers…… Maybe I should try that too. Two would definitely give stronger stimulation than one and let me finish faster. Until now I had been too scared to attempt it, but if not now, when would I ever?
I swallowed hard.
Curiosity and unease mixed half-and-half as I carefully pressed a second finger against the soft flesh and pushed.
“Hiiik! Nn, ahh……!”
Another finger forced its way into the space already occupied by the first. The sensation of forcibly widening that narrow passage made my thighs tremble; the back that had been curled in a squat began to straighten little by little.
“Ah, nn, nngh, what is this…….”
Why was it so…… tight? And why was the resistance this strong?
The grip inside my closed vagina was absurdly powerful for anything trying to dig deeper. Did physical-enhancement ability users have tighter cunts than ordinary people too?
It wasn’t impossible to force it in if I really tried, but honestly I didn’t want to shove another finger inside that badly.
If someone else forced it in, maybe I could take it. But expanding myself like this on my own…… a little fear stirred.
In the end I gave up on stretching myself and pulled the finger free. My ring finger came out coated in love juice for barely a single knuckle’s length.
Schlick……!
“Nn……!”
A wet friction sound accompanied the sudden jerk of my hips.
I had meant to finish as fast as possible, shower, and go to sleep…… yet I had wasted time on more pointless fooling around.
No more side roads. I needed to concentrate purely on masturbating now.
Swift and decisive. Determined to end it quickly, I brought my other hand to my clitoris. The tiny button of flesh peeked out cutely; the moment I pressed it lightly with my thumb, sensation bloomed at once.
“Haaah……. Nn, nngh, aaah…….”
My legs began to shake as if I had a chill, and a dizzying pleasure climbed my spine. As I kept gently rubbing the clit, a prickling coldness spread through my entire thighs as though the muscles were cramping.
“Nn, oh, ooh……♡”
My wide-open eyelids gradually narrowed; my lips rounded into a foolish little O. Without any conscious effort, sweet broken moans leaked out in short, fragmented bursts.
Haaah…… good. At this rate I would be able to come without much trouble. If I really focused only on places like my nipples or clit, I felt I could finish a whole session in under ten seconds. That made me sound more like a rabbit than a human, but from my perspective it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick……!
The moment I began properly thrusting into my vagina and stimulating the weak spots deeper inside, climax surged up almost immediately.
A dizzying feeling, and my vision started to blur.
Ah, something—something was about to come out. Exactly like ejaculating…… a liquid sensation rising hard through my urethra.
A far more intense urge to spurt than ordinary urination climbed the piss-path with unbearable force.
As I kept rubbing my clit and pumping wetly inside, the prickling in my thighs grew stronger still. It was the unmistakable prelude to orgasm—even an idiot could have recognized it. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, bracing for the intense pleasure about to hit.
“Hic! Nn, nngh, ghh……!”
Pfft! Fwoosh……!
My vision went pure white as the ejaculatory sensation exploded and clear fluid sprayed out.
The legs I had been bending shot straight; my back arched the opposite way. My chin jerked high, tongue slipping out just far enough to rest its tip against my lower teeth.
The feet that had been planted on the floor kicked into empty air; every sense of balance vanished. The moment the last support holding my weight disappeared, my body tipped hard to one side.
I toppled backward. With a heavy thud I landed sprawled on the tile floor, both breasts and pussy pointed helplessly at the ceiling.
“Haah! Haaah……!”
I barely felt any pain. I was still too busy riding out the aftershocks of orgasm that refused to fade. My legs, splayed wide like a frog’s, trembled in little spasms as if seized by post-climax convulsions.
Once the masturbation was finished I immediately showered and cleaned up the fluids scattered across the bathroom.
Because I had stimulated my clitoris directly and tasted a more intense climax than usual, the mess left behind was even more spectacular. Wiping the love juice that had sprayed all over the mirror brought on such crushing self-loathing that I actually let out a hollow laugh.
Still, after repeating the cycle of masturbating and cleaning up several times already, the post-nut clarity no longer hit quite so hard. Or rather—maybe it even felt a little insufficient. In this state I felt I could easily go another round if I wanted.
Another round, my ass…….
Of course I had absolutely zero intention of actually doing it again.
After finishing the cleanup I changed into pajamas and collapsed onto the bed.
That faintly unsatisfied feeling lingered, but it was still within bearable limits. At least it wasn’t bad enough to keep me awake from sheer frustration the way it used to.
I had even squirted while coming, yet it still felt lacking. Somehow my libido seemed to grow stronger by the day. If this continued, there might come a time when a single session of masturbation would be nowhere near enough……
I swallowed the small knot of anxiety and closed my eyes.
After rubbing my thighs together a few times and shifting restlessly, sleep came pouring down almost at once.
The next morning I opened my eyes, changed straight into my uniform, and headed for the classroom. Class proceeded exactly as always—moderately interesting, moderately boring.
“Eileen! Did you get home okay yesterday? Nothing happen on the way back?”
“Yeah. Nothing happened. What about you? Get home safe?”
“I got home fine too.”
After class ended I spent a little while chatting with Nova.
Nothing particularly important—just a few simple greetings. Then I waved her off as she left.
“I’m heading out now. You’re going to the infirmary again today, right?”
Nova said it in a teasing voice.
“…….”
I didn’t answer.
I was going to the infirmary, yes, but if I casually admitted it I might get tangled up in the same awkward mess as last time.
No matter how many times I explained that Teacher Yohan and I had nothing going on, she showed zero interest in understanding. Ignoring her was the wiser move.
After that thoroughly uncomfortable farewell I turned my steps straight toward the infirmary.
My footsteps were a little more demure than usual. Was someone watching me carefully? Knowing that the whole class was aware I stopped by the infirmary every day after school made me self-conscious for no good reason.
Paying attention to my surroundings as I walked, I soon found myself right in front of the infirmary door.
Knock knock!
“Come in.”
The familiar voice answered the moment I carefully rapped on the door.
I opened it the instant I heard Teacher’s reply.
On the other side he was standing as though he had been waiting for me. Caught off guard, I took a startled step back.
Why was he standing so close to the door? Normally he was sitting at his desk handling paperwork……
I dipped my head, stumbling a little over the words.
“Ah—hello?”
“No need for greetings. We have a lot to cover today, so let’s begin the proper counseling session at once.”
Snap!
“Ah……?”
Before I could even voice my confusion, a clear, crisp sound rang beside my ear.