Then Shouldn't You Like Pineapple Pizza Too?
Our first date, our first meal together, was pizza.
Not wood-fired pizza. Not some atmospheric Western restaurant either.
Just an ordinary franchise pizza place you could find anywhere.
“I thought you’d go all out for our first date.”
“I mean… it is a monumental day, so it’s not like I didn’t think about it… but you don’t like that kind of stuff, senior.”
“…….”
When I let a flicker of apology show, Eun-a lightly poked my cheek and smiled, telling me it was fine, not to worry about it.
Once before, Eun-a had taken me to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my birthday. The whole time I ate, it felt like I’d been forced into clothes that didn’t fit—just plain uncomfortable.
I preferred places where I could keep a bit of a lively atmosphere. Somewhere completely ordinary, the kind of place everyone enjoys.
Food should be something you can eat freely, after all.
So I added pineapple to the pepperoni pizza.
I watched Eun-a’s expression rot away in an instant.
What. Why. What.
You like pineapple too.
You like pizza too.
So shouldn’t you like pineapple pizza too?
“Order it half and half. One without the pineapple.”
I grumbled lightly and changed the order. Since you couldn’t choose pineapple for just one side, I went up to the counter myself to request it.
We sat somewhere decent and waited for the pizza to come out. Bored while we waited, I took Eun-a’s hand resting on the table and fidgeted with it playfully.
“Is this fun?”
“Yeah!”
We had been closer than anyone, yet unable to get any closer than that. But that changed overnight. The only problem was that because of it, my mood kept swinging up and down like a roller coaster.
It was the same now.
No matter how many times I reminded myself that I was a woman, that I’d fallen into female corruption, the me who had been a man would stick his gloomy face in.
—I am you… you are me…! Don’t deny me…!
Get lost—!
What are you even saying when you’ve already climaxed as a female. The only things left in this world that still defined me as a man were my memories and Eun-a’s. The impurities remaining in those memories and between Eun-a’s legs were more than enough.
Sorry, me.
For the sake of the next eighty years, please disappear—the you of the past twenty-odd years.
It felt a bit cold-hearted, but if I didn’t shake it off this way, I was the one who’d be in real trouble. My inner self welcomed being a TS girl, but I didn’t need the remnants of the past.
I kept fondling Eun-a’s hand, gradually overlaying reality on top of everything.
Perhaps because I’d suddenly gone quiet while grinning, Eun-a abruptly apologized. Quick on the uptake, as expected of my girlfriend.
“…I’m sorry, senior.”
“What kind of apology is that again. Don’t think weird things. I’m really happy.”
“Then… thank you, senior.”
“When I say ‘don’t say sorry, say thank you,’ isn’t that the line you’re supposed to say?”
“I told you to stop watching so many comics.”
“If you stop watching American dramas, I’ll stop watching comics.”
“Want to go to a comic café after pizza?”
“Let’s eat first and then decide.”
Just then the pizza arrived.
Every time the warm yet refreshing pineapple juice burst out, it juicily moistened the inside of my mouth. It was a ju-icy sweet taste.
As I happily wolfed down the pizza, Eun-a made a face of pure disgust. I really don’t get why she won’t eat something this delicious.
“Hmm… this is a bit unexpected.”
“What is?”
“I’m already full….”
If it were the old me, if I pushed myself I could eat about one whole pizza from this franchise—just short of being called a big eater. But maybe because I’d become a woman, my stomach seemed to have shrunk drastically.
How am I supposed to maintain these huge breasts and this ass when I’m full from just this much?
“Hmm… maybe I should have ordered a small size. Without realizing it, I went by your usual standards, senior.”
“We’ll just pack up the leftovers. Good thing we didn’t order any sides.”
Looking at the leftover pizza slices sitting there, I started worrying about something else entirely. If my stomach is this small… can I drink all of Eun-a’s cum?
It was inevitable to worry about that, given it was a futanari dick.
It’s common knowledge that futanari are virile and cum a lot.
If it ended with once it’d be fine… but if Eun-a kept demanding, could I hold out? It might be too early to worry, but as someone who’d had a dick, I knew well the romance of having your girlfriend drink your cum.
As I sat there lost in serious contemplation, Eun-a—who’d come back with the packed pizza—tilted her head. I looked back and forth between Eun-a’s face and her dick.
Hmm… with jeans, it shows a little.
It was also a concern because Eun-a didn’t wear skirts much. But no matter where you looked she was a woman, so no one would know that was a dick. They’d just think the pants were weirdly wrinkled and move on. Unless it got erect.
“Want to go buy skirts?”
“Suddenly? Well… I’d like that.”
We left the pizza in Eun-a’s parked car and stopped by a nearby clothing store. Since it was a busy street right next to the university, most of the shops were for our age group.
We went into a complex facility that looked like stacked shipping containers. It was a rip-off of a famous building in another university district… but this place had its own atmosphere and was popular. It was a multi-cultural facility with not just clothing stores but restaurants, cafés, table tennis, bowling alleys, and more.
“Let’s buy a long skirt. A long one. A black one.”
“Huh? Senior, you don’t like black.”
“Not for me. For you. I’ll buy it for you.”
“Me? I… don’t wear skirts much….”
“Because your dick might show.”
“What…? Ah…. Hmm…. Should we buy a few? I’ll buy clothes for you too, senior.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Once we get home all the clothes will have changed anyway.”
“Still.”
“I want to give you a gift too, Eun-a. I’ve always just been on the receiving end. And yesterday I got an even bigger gift…. Right?”
“…Okay.”
I went from store to store selecting skirts that would suit Eun-a. A denim skirt that emphasized the smooth lines of her lower body, a beige side-pleated long skirt whose front folds looked like they’d hide an erect dick well, and finally a black long skirt that was slightly open in the front—giving a bold impression despite being loose rather than dull.
Unlike the looser ones that followed, the denim skirt went against the original purpose, but it was too pretty so I just bought it. Eun-a seemed to like the third one the most and wanted to change into it right away, but it didn’t match her current outfit so she gave up.
“Want to buy a top too?”
“Mmm… it’s fine. Let’s wear it on our next date.”
“Okay!”
“Senior, thank you for the gift.”
“The price will be a cheek kiss, customer.”
Eun-a looked around, confirmed no one was there, and kissed my cheek. When she tried to pull away quickly, I forced my cheek forward. Slightly blushing, Eun-a kissed me again. This time loud enough to hear.
—Chuu♡
“…Let’s go quickly.”
I didn’t know she had this kind of personality when she was full of sex jokes, but she’s surprisingly shy. Cute. I want to tease her more.
“Eun-a. Want to go play table tennis?”
“Suddenly?”
“There’s one right downstairs. We ate, so we should move our bodies a bit. Want to bet?”
“Isn’t shopping enough… hmm….”
Eun-a scanned my body like she was examining it. My height was a bit shorter than hers. But not particularly short. Eun-a was a bit tall for a woman, and I was above average too. But after staring at my huge breasts and ass for a long time, she soon smiled confidently. She seemed to think it wouldn’t be easy to beat her with this dull-looking body.
A very, very cute misconception.
“Just you wait, senior. I won’t go easy on you.”
Maybe because she lost to me frequently whenever we bet. Thinking it was a chance for revenge, Eun-a smiled slyly. I smiled slyly right back at her.
What to do with this cute kid who doesn’t even know she’s fallen into a trap.
What to do? Heh heh.
“Mheheh—”
“…? Senior, why are you smiling so creepily?”
“Mheheheh—!”
Entering the table tennis room, we grabbed rackets and took positions across the table.
“Here I go!”
“Bring it—!”
Eun-a’s confident smile from the first serve plummeted into the abyss in an instant. I lightly returned her attacks and smashed whenever I got the chance. The smile gone, Eun-a gritted her teeth and swung the racket, but I returned them leisurely.
But contrary to my expectations, it wasn’t an overwhelming score difference. Eun-a was pretty good at sports too, and the bouncing of my breasts was more bothersome than I thought. It even hurt. But even so, as time passed the score gap grew larger and larger.
“Ugh…! This is cheating! How are you so good with that body!”
—Tak!
“When you TS, you either become completely useless at sports or your athletic ability skyrockets—one or the other!”
—Tak!
I realized it when I hit my friend earlier. My body moved unusually smoothly.
“What kind of nonsense is that!”
—Taaak!
“Just like becoming a beautiful girl when you TS, or your dick becoming virile when you become futanari—it’s common knowledge!”
—Tak!
“Ah shit—! Where the hell is that common knowledge!”
“Nice! Match point!”
Yare yare, this is why you can’t just watch American dramas. People need to watch plenty of subculture too. That’s how you learn basic common sense like this.
The long race of 11 points, best of five, ended in my victory. Staring blankly at the scoreboard, Eun-a spoke resolutely as if steeling herself.
“Fine. What do you want.”
“A kiss.”
“Huh? We already did earlier. Is that enough?”
I put down the racket and approached Eun-a, who was tilting her head. Then, with eyes closed, I gently offered my lips.
“No…! Here…?”
Even with my eyes closed I could tell. Eun-a was flustered, looking around. The table tennis room was quite spacious, and we’d taken a corner spot. No people around, so kissing was no problem. This was also a foundation for later.
“…….”
—Chuu
After long hesitation, Eun-a softly pressed her lips to mine. This was different from the separated space of the car. She didn’t have the courage to stick her tongue in, so we just stayed with lips overlapping for a long time.
“Hey, let’s do it here!”
“…!”
As soon as the sound of people approaching was heard, Eun-a urgently pulled her lips away and turned her body the other way. Looking at Eun-a whose blush reached her shoulders, I smiled, satisfied.
Cute.
I want to tease her more.
I love you, Eun-a.