D-97: Washing Together Means... That, Right?!

Ughhh.

Morning already? Yesterday, after that walk… I basically collapsed the second I got home.

I vaguely remember it. Unlike before, I’ve been eating properly, so maybe my health’s improved in some weird way.

For some reason, mornings feel a little easier than they used to. Or maybe that’s just the medicine kicking in after three days.

Still, I do feel a bit more refreshed… Heh. Haaaaaaaah.

Nope. My mind’s still half-asleep, struggling to wake up properly.

Yeah. It’s only been a few days. There’s no way I’d recover overnight…

I can still feel my brain hasn’t fully rebooted. I want to sleep more. I’m tired. Everything aches.

I walked for ages yesterday, so the exhaustion feels even heavier. And after everything else that happened, too.

I was just about to drift off again, savoring that tiredness, when a voice snapped my foggy mind awake.

“Good morning.”

Just hearing that voice fills me with irritation. At least it’s effective at waking me up.

I have this habit of hugging my pillow tight while I sleep, and now I have to face another day of punishments, resocialization, and all that bullshit.

Not wanting to accept that reality, I reach out and grab whatever’s next to me.

Mmm, nice. I just want to stay like this and sleep forever.

If I could just wake up and have the last few days turn out to be a dream. I’d go back to being a guy and live my worthless NEET life again. …But.

The texture feels really off. It doesn’t feel like a pillow. It’s firm, and this is…

“Getting aggressive right after waking up, are we?”

“…What the—ah, ah, get off me?!”

It was that bastard. The second I realized, my mind snapped fully awake. My face burned red as I yanked my arm away and sat up.

My brain, which had been half-asleep and begging for more rest just moments ago, was now completely dominated by embarrassment.

Goddammit. I should’ve known this would happen. The second I wake up I start acting like an idiot…

At least he wasn’t doing anything to me. That’s something, I guess. Yesterday… ugh. I don’t even want to think about it.

Still, I eyed him with deep suspicion as I got out of bed, half-expecting him to pull the same crap as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yesterday or the day before—pinning me down or forcing himself into my mouth.

Hoo. Hoooo. I could feel my ears burning along with my face and head.

When I was a guy, I barely ever felt embarrassed. But now I keep getting this burning sensation in my ears and it feels so weird I want to die.

I touched my ears and cheeks lightly. …They were burning hot.

“Then it’s time for today’s punishment.”

“Just say it already. Let’s get it over with. Haah.”

Hoo. I spat out the words with what little pride I had left, trying to claim some pathetic mental victory.

If I just get it over with quickly, it’ll be done before I know it. It’s like being in the military…

If I just endure day by day, it’ll eventually end. Just like the army. It’ll be painful the whole time, but it’ll pass.

Feeling my overheated face finally cool down a little, I looked up at him.

His face was still full of that same smile—until the words that came next.

“Shall we wash up together?”

“…”

Wash up? It sounded harmless enough that I didn’t say anything at first. But then the thoughts hit me.

When someone says “wash up,” doesn’t that usually lead to… that?

…Sex. I did buy condoms yesterday. Already? I’m not ready yet—wait, it’s only been two days since I became a girl.

If we do that—have sex—right now… I don’t want to. I absolutely don’t. No. Say no.

My face, which had just calmed down, flushed hot again for no reason.

I looked up at him with a bright red face, my heart pounding so loudly—thump, thump—that I was sure he could hear it.

I wanted to die from embarrassment. Sex, first thing in the morning? I don’t even have the energy.

…Am I really going to get fucked first thing in the morning?

Everything—my pride as a man, all of it—would be completely stripped away.

I thought I’d managed to hold onto some of it over the last two days. But already—

“—No, that’s not it.”

His words immediately shattered my train of thought.

“What?” I looked up. He spoke as if he’d read my exact inner thoughts.

It was like he could see every filthy fantasy I’d just spun up. I was left speechless.

“We’re just going to shower together. What exactly were you imagining?”

“…For real? If you’re lying, I’ll kill you. And I wasn’t thinking anything, uh.”

Hoooo… I let out a long, obvious sigh of relief right in front of him.

Of course, showering together was still awful. But it was way better than the worst-case scenario.

If it’s just washing, he probably won’t touch me much. As long as I make sure he doesn’t lay a single finger on my body, it should be fine.

I just have to stop it from turning into some sleazy atmosphere. I was determined not to give him even the slightest opening.

Did I write scenes like this before? Some parts feel familiar, but others don’t… I wrote so many of them.

Still, since I filled them with all kinds of dirty desires, it makes sense some of this would come up.

Step. Step.

…Huh? He suddenly stepped closer.

The tension etched into my body made me instinctively back away.

Wait. Why is he coming so close? What did I do wrong this time?

My back hit the wall with a thud—the wall right outside the bathroom. I looked up at his face.

This—on purpose—

He did it on purpose. This bastard. He pretended to scold me. When I looked up, all I saw was that disgusting smile.

“—Turn around.”

“I don’t want to.”

…Son of a bitch. Of course he’d see my whole body once we showered together, but I still hated it enough to say that. Naturally, he ignored me.

He just stared straight at my body. And he didn’t even bother hiding the lust in his eyes. The pedestrians yesterday at least tried to be subtle. This guy was shameless as hell.

From my obnoxiously large breasts, to my hips, to the gap between my legs. Even my pale thighs completely exposed by these stupid dolphin pants—he kept glancing at them. God, I hated it.

If I kept hesitating, I’d only make myself suffer longer. Trying to ignore the way my face was heating up again, I started taking off my clothes.

Swish. Slide… I peeled off the ridiculously short dolphin pants first. Black women’s underwear came into view. I could feel his gaze studying every detail.

The fabric clung tightly to my mound, making the slight camel toe visible. His stare was completely blatant.

I seriously wanted to punch him—beat the shit out of him. Gouge his eyes out.

In the end, embarrassed by that gaze, I paused with only my panties left on.

My hands, which had been about to pull them down, moved upward to remove my top instead.

But of course it got stuck on my unnecessarily huge breasts. I grunted, struggling to pull it off, when—

Tap. Tap— His fingers touched the stuck part, and with a soft whoosh, the shirt came free.

Feeling humiliated that I’d needed his help, I shot him a quick glare and tried to act like it was no big deal.

But there was still more. I could feel his eyes lock onto the black bra covering my breasts. I tried my best to ignore it…

Finally I unhooked the bra and let my absurdly large breasts spill out completely.

Boing. Even the slightest movement made them jiggle nonstop.

Tap. Tap— I felt his hands touch them, gently groping. He wasn’t touching my nipples, just the soft flesh underneath, so the stimulation wasn’t that strong—but the shame was overwhelming.

Before I knew it, a lewd moan slipped out. “Mmm… hah.”

…Why is that coming out? He’s just touching skin. There’s barely any stimulation.

Annoyed, I snatched his hand away.

“N-no touching. I’ll kill you.”

I was already dying of embarrassment just from undressing. He stopped groping, as if backing off.

But that sleazy smile never left his face.

“What about your panties? Shall I take them off for you?”

“C-can’t you turn around? Just this once.”

“I can’t.”

“…Just die.”

Of course he refused. Bastard. In the end I grabbed both sides of my panties and slowly slid them down.

My smooth, hairless, pretty pussy was completely exposed.

I’d never really looked at it closely before, and even now I tried to look anywhere else.

Just the fact that there was nothing between my legs made me incredibly embarrassed.

Haah. His gaze grew even more intense. For some reason it felt… wet down there. And then—

“Hik— hii♡”

A sudden touch from his finger made me moan.

He was probably checking if I was wet.

Slide. Slide. His fingers rubbed against me, sticky and lewd.

They felt much thicker and rougher than when I’d touched myself. Rub. Rub♡

My legs trembled as I looked up at him with eyes full of humiliation.

I wanted to tell him to stop, but the moment I tried, he rubbed harder—rub♡—and the stronger stimulation made me gasp.

Haa… Just this much rubbing was already making me feel good.

My head was burning. What a pathetic body. “Ah— hik♡” I barely held onto my sanity and raised a trembling arm.

I had to get a grip. With that shaky hand, I finally grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Haa… I said no touching…♡”

I shouted, but he ignored my grip and rubbed a little more before finally pulling away.

Haah. Hah♡ I panted heavily, trying to calm down, but when I glanced over, the tips of his fingers were glistening with my juices.

Ha. So I really was wet. How annoying. …It’s this body’s fault. This perverted, slutty body.

I deliberately looked away, trying to ignore how wet I was, and pressed my thighs tightly together.

But he made sure I saw—tap, tap—rubbing his wet fingers across my cheek with a satisfied smile.

To me it was a smile I wanted to punch. I covered the tips of my breasts with one arm and used the other to hide the space between my legs as best I could.

In that incredibly awkward pose, I waited for his next words.

“…Go in first. I’ll join you soon.”

The second I heard that, I slammed the bathroom door shut with a bang.

Haah. Getting completely naked in front of someone else. This was the first time I’d been visually raped like that.

I clutched my burning cheeks, trying to calm down, but knowing he’d come in soon, I turned on the shower.

Then, hoo. Hoo.

I breathed heavily, as if preparing myself. I didn’t want him to come in, but I knew he would…

My heart kept racing. It was pounding so hard—thump, thump—that I worried it might just stop and kill me.

This was way more embarrassing than the last two mornings when he’d given me direct pleasure.

I never knew facing him with a clear mind would be this bad. Ha, haa. Just calm down a little.

──Creak.

Ah. He’s here. The sound of the door opening. I’d only just managed to calm down a bit.

I pretended to be completely fine and let the water soak my body.

I took one more deep breath before turning around with a huge resolve.

And of course he was there. That bastard. Completely naked. Well… I guess that was obvious.

──His cock was rock hard. What a crazy bastard… That massive dick standing tall, flaunting its presence.

I wanted to look away, but its overwhelming presence made it impossible not to stare.

I covered my burning face with both hands, peeking through the gaps in my fingers.

Seeing me look made his cock twitch even harder, veins bulging.

C-crazy bastard.

“So. Let me ask you directly. …Are you insane?”

“Sorry. I got hard after seeing you.”

Is he talking about me? What a fucking lunatic.

I-I guess I might’ve gotten hard too in his position. Still, isn’t he thinking about the contents too much?

Saying that now feels a bit late. He’s been like this since day one.

“Haah. Then… will you wash me?”

With those words, he shamelessly thrust his cock right in front of my face.

It pressed heavily against my lower belly with a lewd squish♡.

Haah. Hah. He was just poking my stomach, but after yesterday’s training, it made my head burn with unwanted arousal—yet I barely held onto my sanity.

This was better than sex. Better than sex…

I squeezed body wash onto the shower towel and rubbed it against him.

I lathered him everywhere, and of course when I got lower, I had to face that fully erect cock.

It was hard to wash him while standing, so I knelt down in front of him. Even then, I tried my best not to look, staring at anything else.

I could hear the wet sounds of precum leaking and the pulsing of his veins, and I tried desperately to ignore them.

But those sounds felt so obscene it was hard to tune them out. So annoying. Seriously.

I washed him by feel alone. I could sense the towel brushing against his glans, but every time that happened I covered it more, trying to hide the sensation.

I don’t want to see it… I can’t look. If I do, even though I hate admitting it, my body will get even more excited and I might go into heat.

Even now, the sounds and the faint male scent were making my body burn. I was breathing hot and heavy.

The way my sex drive was slowly rising made me want to lose my mind, but I barely held it together—

“You have to look properly.”

──Ah. My chin was suddenly grabbed. Then his cock was shoved right in front of my eyes.

It was fully erect because of me. Veins bulging, throbbing with lust.

The scent I’d smelled before flooded my brain. W-wait… m-move it. Move it—ha. …Just a little♡

…Haaah, hah, ha♡ Hoo… ugh♡

It smells so good. So fucking good. The thought kept hammering into my brain.

For a moment everything went dark, and when I finally came to my senses—

I was buried in his crotch, staring straight at his cock and sniffing it. …I was just as crazy as he was. No different.

But the scent dominating my mind… kept stimulating me. I kept sniffing until I finally snapped out of it and pulled my face away from the base of his cock.

Haa… hah♡ I let out several hot breaths, steadying myself. It took a few minutes before I fully recovered.

Even after seeing all that, he just watched me quietly.

“…Pfft.”

He let out a small laugh. Ha, ah, I guess it was funny.

…I’d unconsciously buried my face in his crotch and sniffed him like a dog.

For some reason, the fact that he didn’t do anything, didn’t tell me to get a grip, and just let me stay like that made him seem even more wicked.

I felt like an idiot for doing it myself.

Anyway, once I came to my senses, I grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water straight at my face.

“—Ugh, ah, wait, wait, I didn’t do anything—”

“Shut up. Just take the hit.”

I really hadn’t done anything, but it was his fault for getting hard in the first place. He didn’t even stop me.

I sprayed him with water several times out of pure spite. Then I saw all the foam rinse off his body.

His erection was still rock hard… Hah♡ I don’t want to see it.

I turned around to grab another towel—tap—when he snatched it from me.

“Alright. Now it’s my turn.”

“…Don’t touch me. If you touch me, I’ll really kill you this time.”

“If I don’t touch you, I can’t wash you.”

He answered with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that annoying smile, and then his hands were on me.

…Ugh. Embarrassed, I just squeezed my eyes shut and endured the hands coming from behind.

But when I closed my eyes, every sensation became twice as sensitive.

From my pale neck… slide… collarbone… breasts… between them, between them. Ah, uhh♡

The towel brushed my nipples, and the hands washing my breasts—squeeze, knead, grope♡—were anything but innocent.

It felt obscene. He was blatantly feeling me up.

Squeeze, knead♡ He lifted my breasts to apply body wash, but while holding them up he kept squeezing and groping them.

Yet he never touched my nipples directly—just kept pressing and kneading the surrounding flesh.

A strange mix of pain and pleasure surged through me.

He was playing with them like toys, and the weird pleasure mixed with the lewd feeling made moans keep slipping out.

“Hngh— kuh♡” I bit my lip hard to hold them back, but finally spat out a single sentence.

“J-just do it moderately. Hah♡”

Only then did his hands stop molesting my breasts, accompanied by a chuckle. Haah. Hah.

I panted hotly, trying to calm down, but he gave me no break—his hands moved lower.

Slide. Sliiide♡ This time it seemed gentle at first.

Then he knelt down to get a better look.

He brought the towel between my legs—slide♡ Uhh, ngh♡ Clothes—ha, haa♡

Moans kept leaking out, but just when I thought he’d stop, he suddenly—

Spread—♡

“—Hik, hii♡?!”

“Hmm, shall I wash inside too? With my tool.”

He spread my pussy open with two fingers, exposing the pink flesh inside.

Then he suddenly rubbed his still-foamy cock against it. Rub. Rub♡

Ah—♡ Ahh♡ W-what, s-sex is not allowed, I said♡

My face burned bright red as my body trembled. Between my legs, that thing.

The sensation of his cock made my head burn. Wait, r-really, sex?

No. I’m not ready yet—haah. Not yet—

But the new sensation overwhelmed my resistance. My legs just shook uncontrollably. My head grew hotter.

More than ever before—more than when he saw me naked earlier—many times more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠embarrassing. My head was on fire.

My lips twitched. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to get lost, but I couldn’t form the words.

And that was because…

My juices were slowly dripping out, coating his cock.

“…Puhaha. Ha. Just kidding. I’ll head out first?”

After watching me for a long moment with that gaze, he finally pulled his fully erect cock out from between my legs with a wet schlick♡, as if he’d just been teasing me.

Hoo. Haa— I let out a long breath. My legs were shaking so badly I collapsed right there on the floor.

I’m going to die. I’m going to kill him. You fucking bastard…

I shouted at him, feeling completely played with, but he just ignored me lightly.

With that same unpleasant laugh—haha—he left first, as if he’d ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enjoyed himself and gotten properly clean.

Hoo. Only after he’d been gone for a while did I close the door tightly again and wash my body once more with hot water.

Along with the warm water, all kinds of emotions flooded over me at once. Embarrassment, shame, humiliation, and.

…Even disappointment. Was I disappointed? Me. Because that bastard didn’t go further back then.

It really pisses me off. Both me and him. I’m not even fully a woman, a female yet…

I’d gotten my hopes up for a second. For real. I felt it clearly.

I absentmindedly played with my swollen, erect nipples. Mmm, hah…♡

They were rock hard, and down below I was soaking wet.

…The fact that I’d felt even a little anticipation that he might fuck me was annoying.

But what annoyed me most about that guy was one thing.

…Getting me this worked up, this horny… and then just leaving. What the hell is that…♡