A Girl's Weak Spot is Her Lower Belly
Contrary to the vibe that she was about to pounce and ravish me right away, Rita didn't fuck me immediately. Instead, she kept gently pressing on my lower belly.
At first, I thought, why is she doing this pointless action? But... as it continued, I realized how wrong I was.
"Ngh...! Ha, mm...♡"
Every time Rita's hand bore down on my lower belly, my body heated up unmistakably.
Press.
"Haaaah!!♡"
My waist arched sharply at the unfamiliar pleasure. A slutty cry burst from my lips unbidden, and I felt wetness spreading between my thighs.
"You're really sensitive, Young Master."
"Why... are you doing this, Rita, ah...!♡"
"I told you. I'm turning your heart into that of a proper female."
"So why, aaah...♡"
Rita replied in her usual soft, measured tone.
"I remember the day we first met, fifteen years ago. The day you protected me from those other kids."
"What does that have to do with this situation...?"
"You wouldn't know, but that day, I fell in love with you."
Rita gently stroked my lower belly.
"But because of this body I was born with, sharing love with you was impossible. So I prayed countless times for you to become a woman... and masturbated alone, using you as my side dish every time."
"So now that I've become a woman, you're gonna fuck me?"
"Correct, Young Master♡"
Press.
"Hiiiik!?♡"
"They say every girl's weak spot is her lower belly. That's where the uterus is. So when you press like this..."
"Hng, haaa...!♡"
"Even the strongest woman can't help letting out moans drenched in pleasure, just like you."
My waist bucked wildly on its own. Was Rita right—was the uterus really a woman's Achilles' heel? My body refused to obey me.
"But most don't react this intensely. Looks like you've got quite the talent as a bitch in heat♡"
My mind spun dizzily.
She's insane.
This was straight-up madness. My futanari maid—the one I'd secretly liked—trying to fuck me the instant I turned into a girl.
If I stay like this, she'll definitely do it...!
I absolutely refused to get fucked by that maid. I spun my thoughts as fast as I could to escape this mess.
But nothing came to mind. The restraints still bound me tight, and even if they came off, I'd have to shove past Rita to run.
"No use racking your brains, Young Master."
"Haaak!!♡"
Rita pressed down on my lower belly with her hand again as she spoke.
"You're disowned anyway. Where would you even go if you escaped?"
"Th-that..."
"From where I'm standing, a broke new woman like you only has one place to make money: a brothel..."
Irrefutable. Fallen noble daughters almost always ended up as whores unless they were special cases.
"Wouldn't it be better to just live as my personal bitch?"
A brothel was worse than death. But getting fucked by Rita wasn't any better.
"Still... no way, ah..."
"Hmmm..."
Rita stared at me intently for a moment. Then she slipped her hand inside my panties... and pinched something.
"Nnghhuuuk?!♡"
Pssshhh!!
What the hell? My vision flashed pure white for an instant. My panties were drenched with the fluid I'd squirted, and my legs trembled uncontrollably.
"If you say no, I'll just torment you until you say yes."
"St-stop..."
"No such mercy."
Before I could protest, Rita pinched again.
"Kyaaak!♡ Hek, ngh♡ Nnghiiiik!!♡ Haa, ang!♡"
If brain-melting pleasure was real, this was it. Each pinch brought a massive wave of ecstasy so intense I forgot to breathe. My lower belly throbbed endlessly, squirting nonstop.
"Oh, right. Gotta press the uterus too."
"Nooo, don't aaah...♡"
"Yes♡"
Pressing now would surely break me. But Rita pinched there while pressing down hard on my lower belly.
"Nheeeek!!♡"
Pssht!
The relentless electric jolts scrambled my brain again, making me squirt once more.
I'm breaking.
Breaking. Really breaking. At this rate, I'd turn into a retard.
"No, nooo...♡ Stop now, pleeease♡"
I begged desperately, slurring through my loosened tongue. Maybe she'd take pity on our history.
But...
"Don't wanna stop?"
"F-fuck, nooo..."
"I don't wanna stop either♡"
Her response crushed my hopes.
"Truth is, you're loving it. Your face looks so blissed out."
"Nooo... I hate it, hik!♡"
"Liar."
Rita withdrew her hand briefly and fetched something from the table. A mirror.
"Look at this, Young Master. Does this look like a face that hates it?"
I glanced at the mirror—and saw myself. My face melted in utter bliss. A woman's face.
"If you still deny it... how about a little bet?"
"A bet...?"
"Yes. I'll torment you for ten minutes. If the word 'good' or 'like' doesn't slip from your lips, I won't fuck you."
"For real?"
"Yes. But if you lose, you do exactly what I want."
Seemed beatable. Just don't say "like." Ten minutes was short. I accepted.
"Fine. Start now."
"Yes. As you command♡"
Rita set the mirror aside and slowly slipped her hand back into my panties.
"Uh, nn...♡"
Unlike the brain-breaking intensity before, this slow touch brought milder pleasure. I could handle this.
"Huu, ha, ah♡ This much... I can endure...♡"
"Hehe, who knows? You might change your mind once time passes."
Gulp, glurk—
"Haa, ang!♡ Higit, huuu...♡ Ang, ah!!♡"
But as time dragged on, my confidence faded. Rita's touch hadn't changed. Nor had my refusal to get fucked by her.
It was just... my body craving that previous peak ecstasy.
"Hik!♡"
I wanted it again. That ejaculation-like climax from before.
But Rita's fingers only teased right up to the edge. The maddening, itch-you-insane pleasure just before release.
"It's rare to feel it this intensely. Your body's such a slut."
"No... it's not..."
"It totally is."
"Nnghruuuk!♡"
Rita pressed my lower belly—but lightly, unlike before. It was driving me insane. I wanted to cum so bad.
"You wanna climax, don't you, Young Master?"
"No, I don't...♡"
"Just one word: 'like.' Then you can cum easily, over and over... like before. Right?"
Glurk!
"Hiiiik!♡"
Her fingers plunged deeper, snapping my waist back. But no release again.
"If you wanna cum, just say it. Say 'like.'"
I really wanted to cum. But I couldn't let Rita fuck me. I clung to reason and refused.
"Time's up. Ten minutes—you win."
Rita pulled her fingers out and untied the ropes binding my arms.
"I won't fuck you. Bet's a bet, even if I'm dying to."
Rita turned her back without hesitation. Relief washed over me.
But strangely, emptiness followed.
Was ten minutes really that short? My body was still burning up. Denied release, my crotch itched unbearably.
I wanna cum.
Climax. That thought filled my head.
No place to go if I left this cabin anyway. Only way to earn money: brothel.
Might as well stay with Rita. Better her than some stranger.
All sorts of thoughts swirled... but one answer emerged.
"Rita..."
"Yes?"
"Um..."
Shame burned me. But my lust burned hotter.
"...It was good."
"Can't hear you. Louder, please?"
"IT WAS GOOD!!"
"Pfft...♡"
Rita smiled and scooped me up, laying me on the bed. She thrust her monstrous cock between my thighs and whispered,
"Good girl, Miss♡"