New Semester Begins – 4 (09/06)
A batshit-insane proposal: turning Yena into my sex friend. But barely a moment after I'd been left staring blankly at it, I kept steadily showing up at school to check the things Seria had asked me about.
Did I really only react to Yena? Was it not simply that any woman would do? And every time I checked in for attendance, again and again, I could feel the answer with certainty.
"Ehehe, sho tasty~"
"Pfft! Eat up. It's a bit too sweet for my taste."
It was only ever Yena. I didn't react to other women at all. Well, naturally I wouldn't react to someone who saw me as nothing more than a walking wallet. No—even setting that aside, it was true. Even when I spotted a woman with a great figure on the street, all I thought was, She must work out a lot.
"Thank youu~"
But the moment Yena leaned in close with her eyes sparkling, I got hard on the spot. Her lips glossed with shimmer, the soft curve of her eyes, and that pure gaze so unlike her flashy looks—everything about her hit me with stimulation, all at once, harder than the very first time I'd gotten erect looking at her. Probably because Seria and I had been tossing around words like sex friend so often in conversation.
And somewhere along the way, one strange emotion began to bud. A desire to possess? Anyway, when I looked at Yena, I didn't simply want to fuck her—I wanted to pin her down and crush her. I wanted to drive my cock in deep until her belly swelled, and rock my hips until her pussy and ass turned scarlet. Just as Seria's insides had been, I wanted to mold Yena's insides into the shape of my cock, and make her into my possession. ...Probably because having sex with Seria had taught me to picture it in that much finer detail.
"Hah♡ Hah♡"
But separate from those desires welling up, I couldn't carry my fantasies into action. What I wanted, first and foremost, was a peaceful life stuffed full of fun things. Not the life of a lunatic who'd commit any crime whatsoever so long as she was enjoying herself.
So every time I came home, I presented my cock to Seria.
"Ahhhh!♡ Seriaaa!♡"
Seria soothed my cock, sucking one while stroking the other with her hand. As I sat on the bed clutching the blankets, she took the thick length all the way to the back of her throat, clenching tight around it.
"I'm cumming!♡"
Spuuuurt! Spuuuurt!
Cum so thick and viscous it clung. The moment I dumped every last drop into Seria's mouth, my lust-boiled head settled calm and quiet.
"Hah~♡"
I tipped my head back and let out a breath, and Seria pulled away for a moment before showing me the inside of her mouth—brimming with jelly-like cum. She swished it around for a good long while, then swallowed. Her throat bobbed deep, and when the sound of her gulp rang out, the afterglow came flooding in.
"...♡"
"Blehh~♡"
While I was basking in that languid haze, Seria opened her mouth to show me she'd swallowed it all. How on earth did she swallow something like that? If it were me, I'd probably spit it out rather than... As I sat there fidgeting over the thought, Seria rose from her spot and offered me her breasts.
"Mmph♡"
So, like always, I lapped at Seria's inverted nipples with my tongue, and as she stroked my head, she asked whether I had something on my mind.
"Uh, huh?"
"It seemed like you had something you wanted to say, my lady."
Seria gently caressed my cock, which was lifting its head again despite having just cum. Under those soft touches, I stuck out my tongue and gazed up at her. It felt different from when I looked at Yena. Less like wanting to pin her down and fuck her until she cried... and more like just wanting to nestle into her and feel good? I wanted Seria to pat my back, my butt. Was I really only having weird thoughts when it came to Yena?
"You won't tell anyone... right?"
"Of course not. Even if my employer asks, I won't breathe a word."
Seria soothed me and asked what was weighing on me, and I told her straight away about the difference in what I felt looking at the two of them.
"Hmm, one moment, please."
With that, Seria went straight to the study and returned with a worn old book.
"Is this... the family tree?"
Of our Arken family? Then why on earth show me this?
"Would you take a look here?"
I stood there dumbly holding the book, and Seria opened it and pointed to a page—dense with formulas alongside some intricate design.
"It's a research record on the curse."
I only attended school as a hobby, but as a student of the magic department, I could read that much. And from the three-quarter mark onward, the technical jargon gave way to plain speculation, so I could follow it without any trouble.
"In certain situations, individually distinct personality changes were observed?"
"Yes. Going through the family records, the inheritor before you showed a sharp increase in appetite and greed, my lady. The one before her, on the other hand, developed a destructive urge to smash things."
"Huh..."
So the urge to make Yena cry every time I saw her... was that the curse? That in sexual situations, the desire to crush someone beneath me came surging up? But wait—didn't that seem off? If the curse explained why I felt that way looking at Yena, fine, I could accept that. But then it should happen with Seria too, and it didn't. I did get thoughts like wanting to act spoiled and suckle at her breasts, or wanting to cum inside her no matter what—but never a desire to make her cry.
"But when I look at you, it's just—hmm—I get hard, and my head goes a little fuzzy. That's all."
"Hmm. Perhaps it's the difference between Miss Yena and me?"
"Huh?"
"If you wished it, my lady, I would offer you my body. I am your exclusive maid, after all. But Miss Yena is simply your friend."
Having said that much, Seria paused to think, then asked whether Yena happened to be popular.
"Yeah, very. Since first year she's been confessed to over and over—not just by people in our department, but from other departments too."
A mountain of confessions, regardless of gender. Maybe even a futa like me had confessed to her once.
Seria hesitated a moment at that, then asked—well then, couldn't Yena simply pick one of those people and have sex with them?
"Couldn't that be why the two of us put such different thoughts in your head?"
"Ah."
Seria's hypothesis held water. Seria was someone the family had hired. Her term of employment: for life, unless I fired her first. So long as I didn't go committing crimes or the like, she was someone who would stay at my side and heed my commands. But Yena was an ordinary student—a typical one, aiming through diligent study to land a spot at a major corporation, or the Magic Tower. Unlike Seria, she could meet other people, and if she wanted, she could have sex with them.
"Tch..."
Yena could do that because she was a normal university student. But the moment I pictured her having sex with someone else, something in me felt like it was seeing red. My teeth clenched; heat lanced through my skull. If she lost her virginity to anyone but me... then I'd just have to wreck her womb. Pound it into her with my cock until Yena understood exactly who her pussy existed for—whose cock-sleeve it was meant to be.
"My lady?"
"Ah."
What... what had I just been thinking? As I stared at Seria in flustered panic, she said, with a grave expression, that sexual impulse seemed to act as a switch. That once the switch flipped, violent tendencies and the urge to dominate came out stronger.
"Ah..."
My heart thudded hard. Some nameless fear welled up, and I buried my face in Seria's breasts; she gently patted my back.
"What am I going to do about this? Is there anything that can be done?"
"Yes. With adaptation training, they say you'll still feel the impulses, but you'll be able to judge rationally."
Not that "judging" amounted to much more than putting the urge on hold and letting it burst somewhere safe. But Seria said that alone was enough—because then she could be there to receive my desires for me.
At her words, I nuzzled my face against her fruit-scented breasts and, like a child wheedling, whined that I wanted to put in my cock, which was swollen hard to the point of aching.
"Mmmngh♡ W-will it be okay at the festival?"
"If you're that worried, I'll adjust the car seats and prepare things so you can relieve your lust in the car."
Pressing kisses to my chin and the nape of my neck between phrases, Seria walked me through the details. No one could see inside from outside, and with the engine running and the control computer switched on, the car wouldn't creak no matter how violently we moved in there. So whether I got a handjob in the car or had full-on sex, no one would be able to tell.
"Mmm..."
It wasn't a fundamental solution. It wasn't, but——
"Thank you..."
Those words, at least, truly set my heart at ease. The tension drained out of me all at once, and my body melted into Seria's embrace. And as I poured the lust I could no longer contain into her, I believed that, just as she said, things would somehow work out. Whatever happened, I wasn't going to run around committing crimes. I might end up living a little more loosely, sure—but I'd have sex with Seria, and spend the rest of my time gaming and watching anime.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ngh, mmm!"
That's what I'd thought. So how on earth did things end up like this? Even as I thought it, I couldn't stop kneading Yena's ass.