Self-Development
Squish… Squish-squish…
Every time I scraped along my inner walls, a wet, slick sound answered. My panties were already soaked dark enough to feel sticky and unpleasant.
I kept sucking on the dildo clenched in my mouth as I continued to masturbate. The size that packed my mouth full was thoroughly satisfying. Because my jaw couldn't properly close, drool kept dribbling out in an obscenely messy trail.
"Slurp, suck… Nngh, hah…"
Teacher Yohan's face kept floating up in my mind. The thing filling my mouth, the fingers squelching through my pussy — both felt like parts of his body. Every time I let that fantasy take hold, the pleasure climbed without limit. My head was so hazy, as if I were high on something, that I couldn't string a proper thought together.
"Nngh, haaah…?!"
Pfft, fwoosh…
How long had it even been since the last climax, and already I was gushing again, shooting streams of fluid as I came. My thighs shook violently while I gasped and writhed beneath a flood of raw stimulation.
Once the fierce wave of sensation passed, a pleasant looseness settled in. My muscles went soft and languid; a drowsy afterglow spread through my whole body. I could feel the corners of my mouth curling up stupidly, as if I'd been injected with some dangerous drug.
The afterglow of the previous climax hadn't even faded yet. Orgasm stacked on orgasm, and my body was growing hypersensitive by the second. The more I masturbated, the more my lust seemed to rise without end rather than settle.
I dragged in a few rough breaths, gave myself the barest pause, then immediately started again. My oversensitive body produced pleasure beyond all reason no matter where I touched. A pleasure bordering on stress crashed over me without mercy. I kept up the filthy masturbation, picturing the teacher's face the whole time.
"Mmm, suck… Nngh, haah… Teacher…"
My body, pushed past its limits, was already beyond my control. Once the lust I'd been tightly suppressing caught fire, I simply could not stop. Lewd impulses kept goading me on, moving my hands and mouth of their own accord.
Like a broken recorder, I kept murmuring the teacher's name as I sucked on that grotesque object and fondled my pussy.
My absurdly sturdy body took in the vast pleasure as if thresholds didn't exist. Thanks to that, the sensation truly climbed without end. My nervous system churned out massive amounts of pleasure like something broken, tormenting me with every pulse. Even the lightest brush of my G-spot made my lower back twitch and jump as if it had short-circuited.
The pleasure soaring past every limit was going to kill me alone. Even so, I had no thought of stopping. Addiction was the only word that fit.
"Nngh, haaah…!"
After two or three more climaxes, I pulled my fingers out of my panties. Not because I was finished. I simply wanted to start stimulating somewhere else.
I slid my palm a little higher and stroked my lower belly. My fully raised uterus seemed to pulse thump-thump in answer to my body heat. A different kind of languid pleasure from touching my pussy flushed heat through my whole body.
Gently stroking my uterus felt good. It was a slightly different species of pleasure from working my pussy. If the sensation of squelching myself had been closer to stress and the reward-circuit rush that followed, stroking my uterus literally made me feel good. My heart swelled a little, and a soft, fluffy warmth bloomed in one corner of my chest.
"Hwaaah…"
A languid sigh escaped, like sinking into a hot spring. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored the stimulation.
"Ah, Teacher… There, hick — if you stroke me there, I can't…"
In my head, a scene was playing of the teacher holding me tight so I couldn't escape, gently stroking my lower belly.
Then, at some point, he flipped my body over and began fondling my ass.
I reached my hand back to match the fantasy. Past my tailbone, into the cleft of my buttocks — my hand… no, the teacher's hand — without a word, began mercilessly spanking my ass.
Smack! Smack!
"Hick?! Ah, ah…! Uuugh…!"
Every time my plump, well-fleshed buttocks jiggled elastically, a stinging heat rose. Each time my cheeks were struck, I clenched my lips tight and fought with everything I had to keep the moans from escaping.
The teacher in my fantasy knew no moderation. He hit, handled, and kneaded my body as if it were his personal property. There was no rational reason for any of it. He simply repeated those merciless acts for his own pleasure.
Every time I imagined that sadistic side of him, my lower belly clenched tight.
Even after coming several times already, my lust kept boiling without end. Every time I pictured the teacher packed full of dominance and sadism, my body went into heat as if a switch had been flipped.
In the end, I had to keep masturbating right up until I fell asleep that night.
Several days had already passed since the teacher left on his business trip.
In that time, without missing a single day, I spent every evening after my schedule was done by returning to my room and masturbating.
Fortunately, as a high-rank ability user's body that didn't accumulate waste, there was no sour smell of secretions clinging to anything… Still, every time I came back to my room I couldn't shake the feeling that a strange atmosphere hung in the air. Even with steady ventilation, that current wouldn't clear.
I somehow felt like I was gradually becoming a hopeless pervert. Until now I'd roughly brushed it off, thinking other women must all be like this… but no matter how I turned it over, once it got this far, hadn't I already crossed the line?
I mean, ordinary women wouldn't spend hours straight masturbating the way I did. Even among all the steamy internet stories I'd ever come across, I'd never seen a case quite like mine. My lust was clearly outside the normal range.
I had no idea how it had come to this. Because I'd gone from man to woman…? Had some supernatural mechanism made my lust run wild?
I didn't know. Even my near-precognitive Intuition gave no answer to a problem like this. Sometimes, when I thought about Teacher Yohan, it would blare a fierce sense of crisis and send warnings — but surely the teacher couldn't be the culprit behind this situation. In the end, even Eileen's Intuition didn't know the answer. The case was a complete mystery.
Actually, the cause of the problem might not matter at all. What mattered now was finding a way to calm the lust that was boiling up in real time. Even as I fretted over it right now, the desire was rising so hard I could barely stand it — that said everything.
"Ah, seriously."
I muttered under my breath and irritably hung my head. Up at the podium, the teacher was conducting a theory class.
My lust had gotten so severe it was interfering with daily life. When it suddenly erupted even during class like this, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't exactly slip my hand under the desk mid-lecture and caress my pussy. This wasn't some adult manga. If I did that, I'd almost certainly get caught. My social reputation going down the drain went without saying.
I fidgeted restlessly, trembling in my seat, until the class ended. The moment the break bell rang, I bolted straight for the bathroom.
Break was only ten minutes. I had to take care of it within that.
It wasn't particularly difficult. Ten minutes was enough time to climax at least four or five times. My body, hypersensitive lately, could come almost immediately with just a light touch.
Of course I wasn't actually planning to masturbate four or five times during the school day… Just once or twice should be enough before heading back.
After one deep breath, I carefully slipped my hand inside my panties. Past the smooth lower belly, the moment my fingers touched the cleft, a tingling current shot up my spine.
Intending to finish it fast, I pushed my index finger in. I hadn't even done any foreplay, yet my pussy was already thoroughly soaked. My finger sank in without difficulty, reaching all the way to the weak spot. I pressed and rubbed the sensitive place distributed near the entrance. When I nearly crushed the bumpy flesh as I rubbed, the insides of my thighs soon began to tremble.
As a finishing blow I pressed hard on my clitoris with my thumb, and I reached orgasm without difficulty.
"Nngh, hah…! Nnguuuh…"
I let out a thoroughly seductive sound and tilted my chin up. To hold back the noise I bit down hard on my collar with my teeth. My eyelids fluttered; for a moment my vision clouded as if fog had rolled in, then returned to normal.
Once I recovered my senses, I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the time.
"One minute…"
The time it took to finish one round of masturbation was barely a minute. A new record.
…I hadn't wanted to set a new record for something like this.
If I'd still been a man, it would have been a premature-ejaculation record I couldn't even argue against being mocked for. I found myself thinking those stories you sometimes hear — about coming while undressing before even getting to the main event — might not be lies. Well, since I'd become a woman I wouldn't get mocked for premature ejaculation… but I wasn't sure whether this was something to be happy about.
My head cleared with a jolt. The self-loathing was so strong I didn't even feel like masturbating a second time.
I heaved a deep sigh, pulled my panties and pants back up, and stepped out of the stall. I washed my hands thoroughly under the tap, then checked whether any smell had clung to my clothes.
There didn't seem to be any particularly strange odor.
Sometimes at moments like this, I was grateful that I'd swapped bodies with Eileen.
High-rank ability users like me, half-removed from ordinary humanity, don't accumulate waste easily in their bodies, so smell rarely becomes an issue.
I don't defecate, and even when I urinate only clean water comes out. The waste-excretion organs are practically vestigial. How that's possible, I don't really know myself. Digging too deep is a hassle, so it's easier to just understand it as the mystery of superhumans.
Honestly, this body doesn't even need showers that often. I just do it every day because not doing it feels icky and doing it feels good.
Anyway, being able to pour out secretions without the smell clinging easily was something to be thankful for.
After finishing all the cleanup, I headed back to the classroom.