My First Time with Yena – 1 (09-06)
How on earth did things end up like this?
I turned the question over in my head for a moment, but my hand never stopped. Because Yena wasn't refusing. No—far from refusing, she was subtly rubbing her ass against my palm with her face flushed scarlet, so there was no way I could stop.
...This really wasn't how it was supposed to go. How had things come to this again?
Right—it all started with the school festival.
As most departments do, our Magic Department had decided to run booths for the festival. We were assigned two in total. Going by the size of the department alone, we could have gotten more, but apparently tradition limited us to two? Something about a Theory Faction versus a Practical Faction, or so I'd heard, though by now it was nothing more than a mini corner of the festival. More of a "let's see who makes the more fun booth!" kind of thing, really.
"Alright, our Theory Faction booth is doing a Japanese-style pub this time. The menu's okonomiyaki and oden hot pot, and we're doing Japanese-style uniforms too."
"The Practical Faction is going with a classic college pub! We're selling spicy stir-fried pork and soybean sprout soup, and instead of uniforms, everyone just wears an apron."
You could tell as much just from how they gathered the entire department at one restaurant for a staff dinner to pick the booth workers. It was less a serious competition and more like a sports day.
And that was the problem.
If there are two booths, neither with anything professional about them, which one ends up more popular at a college festival? There was no need to think hard about it. Popularity goes wherever the pretty girls and handsome guys are. Like at every college festival, the moment there's a beauty around, people hoping for a chance to hit on her come flocking from every direction.
And Yena was a beauty who'd had confessions poured on her countless times by the time she reached her second year. The third-year seniors running the booths naturally tried to coax her into coming to theirs.
"It's a college festival—you should get to wear a uniform at least once. I'll have the staff outfit made cute for you. Something you can wear out on the town, too."
"Seungwook's on our team, you know? If you and Seungwook stood side by side, you two could be the most famous couple of the whole festival. Won't you come to our booth? Hm?"
...To a frankly unpleasant degree.
If Yena were enjoying the attention and weighing which team to pick, I could have understood and let it slide. But right now she was just smiling awkwardly and sipping at her drink. Every time she tried to refuse, a senior pressed a glass into her hands, and she was clearly running well past her limit.
I didn't like seeing that. No, it went beyond that—it flat-out disgusted me.
Yena is mine.
Still, I gritted my teeth and held it in up to that point.
"Yena, come to our team and I'll make sure the after-party's a good time."
What I absolutely could not stand was that Seungwook guy or whoever he was, looking at Yena with those lecherous eyes.
"Ahem."
No, honestly, I had no idea whether he was really being sleazy or not. Maybe he was gazing at her with pure, earnest longing because he genuinely wanted things to work out with her. But none of that mattered—I couldn't stand it either way. Maybe it was because, unlike my sisters, I'd been born a snake of calamity, but everything from that look of his on down rubbed me the wrong way.
And so—
"Yena, come here a sec?"
I pulled Yena, seated beside me, firmly into my arms and stroked her waist. It was skinship far too intimate for mere friends. Everyone stared at us with flustered eyes, but I paid them no mind, plucked the glass from Yena's hand, and smiled.
"You're drinking too fast."
Yena looked at me with wide, startled eyes. But she didn't try to pry my hand away, didn't squirm off to put distance between us. If anything, she leaned into me as if to advertise just how drunk she was.
So I drank down what was left in Yena's glass, set it upside down on the table, and the seniors, carefully reading my mood, laughed awkwardly and cleared the liquor bottles away.
That took care of the seniors.
Which left Seungwook, still hovering nearby. I turned my gaze on him.
"Hm."
I didn't actually say anything. Sure, I didn't like the guy, but he hadn't crossed any line—he'd just invited her to hang out. What was I supposed to say to that? So I simply stared at him in silence, and Seungwook read the room on his own and drifted off elsewhere.
...I'm pretty sure he bolted because of my face, but why, though?
"D-do I have something on my face?"
"Ah, ahaha, no. There's nothing on it."
Yena was oblivious too, huh.
Anyway, figuring that was settled, I turned my attention back to Yena. Her face was flushed bright red from being pushed to drink past her limit. At the sight of her drunkenness showing like that, I found myself stroking her cheek, and Yena flinched, then darted a nervous glance around us.
Eleven p.m. Maybe because it was late, slightly lewd chatter was drifting over from the other tables. Since the place we'd rented was a hunting pocha—one of those loud, flashy party bars—maybe that much was only to be expected.
As I went on stroking Yena's reddened cheek with that thought, she checked her surroundings one more time and then whispered in my ear.
"Heren, th-that's not—it's not some weird thing! It's just, um, everyone around me is always saying stuff like that."
"Hm? Mm. Like what?"
"Does it... does it really feel good when you do it?"
"...?"
An out-of-nowhere question. No subject, no context—but judging by the flow of things, was she asking about sex?
Just as I was racking my brain over it, Yena, flustered by my silence, stammered on.
"E-every time we drink, my friends go on about how it was this way or that way with their boyfriends... and I'm the only one who's never done it, and, um, I feel kind of left out."
Yena's face, already red from the alcohol, grew redder still. Watching her keep fidgeting with her hair out of embarrassment, I felt the reaction start stirring in my cock all over again.
"Mmm."
And I could feel my personality shifting, somehow. If Seria hadn't given me a heads-up beforehand—something like a test run—I probably wouldn't even have realized it was happening.
Wetting my throat with beer, I whispered back in Yena's ear, the same way she'd done to me.
"Curious? About what sex feels like?"
"Nnh!"
"Then why ask me instead of a guy? I'd think there'd be plenty of people willing to teach you if you just asked."
If she'd actually done that, I probably would have thrown a fit. When I pulled her waist in tighter and snickered, Yena's mouth opened and shut wordlessly before she glanced around us again. At a few of the tables, people were already playing drinking games and trading dirty jokes back and forth.
Whereupon Yena fidgeted and whispered in my ear once more.
"Guys are kind of, um, a little scary. And hard, too. I figured they'd ask stuff like whether it was all messy and whether it felt good."
"Mmm... You've got experience with that?"
...A strangely realistic question. Wait—was I not her first? Then what was all that about having no experience earlier? Before I knew it, I was squeezing harder, like I was throwing a tantrum, and Yena shook her head in a fluster.
"N-no, it's not that! My friends say that when you sleep with someone who's a first-timer, they ask things like that—it's cute, they admit, but a hassle."
"Aha."
"Mm, a-and I guess a futa would say the same thing, but... if it's a girl saying it, somehow it feels like it'd be cute."
"Heee~."
An answer from Yena worth just about a perfect score. At her little remark implying an interest in futanari, I seized Yena's ass tight in my hand and let out a low, nasal hum.
If she pushes me away here, I'll stop. That was the deal I made with myself. No matter that the curse warped my personality, I couldn't force her into anything. But even with her face burning and her head bowed deep, Yena didn't push me away. Whether she was just swept up in the mood of the place, or whether she was genuinely interested. Or maybe—just maybe—she'd been conscious of it ever since I'd asked her that time before.
As I kept kneading Yena's body with those thoughts circling my head, I felt gazes land on us. They were the usual crowd—the people who normally fawned over Yena.
"What's the matter?"
At those stares, I looked back at them with eyes brimming with superiority, while Yena jolted in alarm and half-hid her face. But even so, she stayed pressed against me. She didn't refuse my hand; if anything, she tipped her ass back to make it easier for me to knead.
So I got bolder, groping Yena's body more daringly. Daringly enough to be at least somewhat noticeable, even in a place like a hunting pocha. Yena didn't refuse this time either, and I gazed at her as the urge to dominate filled my skull.
"But, mm, if it's the pleasure itself you're curious about, there are things like dildos, aren't there?"
"Th-that, um, scared me. So I never tried one."
"Heh. Then I'd be your absolute first?"
Her hymen, too—mine. I hadn't expected to get that far, but... Ah, I can't hold back anymore♡
"You drank way too much. You can barely hold yourself upright."
"Uh, uhh? Ah, aahh! Y-yeah, it's been a while, so I d-drank a little fast. Ahahaha."
When I needled her on purpose, Yena panicked for a beat before making a big show of playing it off. She kept apologizing to the seniors—her head was spinning, she said, and so on—and the seniors held out glasses, telling her to at least drink some water. But Yena turned down their attempts to keep her there and rose from her seat.
She chose me. Not the seniors, not her classmates. Me.
"We'll head out first."
"Uh, u-uh, yeah."
Savoring the superiority of that choice, I stood up, and every last one of them looked at me like I was the protagonist of one of those overpowered-MC novels. They'd answer when I spoke, but with a feeling like something inside them had quietly snapped. Humming a tune at that feeling, I called for Seria and slipped my tail under Yena to support her.
"Ah."
The moment we were outside and I let go, Yena let out a small gasp. Giggling at the sight, I asked her since when she'd been interested in that sort of thing, and Yena, startled even by the light question, launched into her excuses.
"I-I've always been interested in that stuff. It's just, um, I was busy with part-time jobs and whatnot, so I kind of... gave up on living like that..."
"Is that so?"
"Mm, dating and stuff like that secretly costs a lot of money. Makeup and all that, too... So, um, that's why—"
"And now that the chance finally came, it was hard to hold back?"
When I pressed a light kiss to her cheek, Yena bit down hard on her lip and nodded. I tilted her chin up just enough to meet her eyes, and found them glistening. Even from a fair distance, I could feel her ragged breathing against my skin, and her cheeks burned hot enough to scorch.
She was unmistakably aroused. At the sight of Yena like that, I let out a long, deep sigh.
"Mm, I wonder when the car's getting here~♡"
Because I wanted to pounce on her that very second. Street or wherever, I didn't care—I wanted to grind her womb into paste with my cock and ruin her, exactly like I'd imagined before. But I couldn't do that, so I wrapped my arms around Yena's lower belly and waited, obediently, for Seria.