An Invitation That Cannot Be Refused
Jill was currently wrapped in Penis's embrace, torn between a strange sense of relief and acute discomfort.
Slam!
Without so much as a knock, the door swung wide open.
"My, you two certainly seem to be getting along well."
Viscountess Beatrice stepped into the room, her voice dripping with an elegant, playful cadence. Fluttering a lavish feather fan, she strolled inside and stared at the tangled pair on the bed with immense amusement.
Startled out of her wits, Jill struggled frantically to break free from Penis's grip.
"N-No! This is just...!"
But far from letting her go, Penis pulled Jill even tighter against him, replying with utter shamelessness.
"Can't you tell? We're in the middle of a therapy session. If you want, you can lie down next to us. There's plenty of room."
He gestured with his chin to the empty space on the mattress. Horrified, Jill pinched him hard in the ribs.
"Hey! Are you insane?! How can you say that to the Viscountess?!"
"Ahahaha!"
Beatrice burst into a delightful laugh.
"How charming. But I must decline. I've grown rather... bored of men lately."
Her gaze shifted away from Penis, locking directly onto Jill. Her eyes were strangely sultry and predatory, like a leopardess that had just spotted its prey.
"Lately, I find myself... much more drawn to cute, pretty girls."
"...Huh?"
Jill blinked blankly as a sudden chill raced down her spine.
Wait a minute. She was looking at me, right? What is with that look? Don't tell me...
Jill screamed internally.
Seriously, what is wrong with this family?! The brother is a beast, and the sister is a lesbian?! Are these siblings tag-teaming to target me?!
While Jill grumbled inwardly and wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, Beatrice's expression turned serious as she looked back at Penis.
"Jokes aside, I'm glad to see you looking so well."
She snapped her fan shut and stood at the foot of the bed.
"I have high expectations for your martial prowess. I hope my decision to back Lady Eliana instead of Viscount Valentine... won't prove to be a mistake."
Her words carried a sharp edge. It wasn't mere encouragement; it was the cold, calculating warning of a businesswoman demanding a return on her massive investment.
Penis snorted.
"A mistake? Hmph, you're going to hit the jackpot because of me. The next time I run into that bastard... I'll crush him completely."
"I admire your confidence. But I hope it's not just empty talk. How long will it take you to recover? Valentine's side is surely reorganizing their forces as we speak."
"Recover? I can get up and fight right now—"
Penis declared boldly, attempting to leap out of bed.
"Guh!"
But the moment he tried to stand, a wave of agonizing pain surged through him, forcing him to stumble and drop to his knees. His internal injuries from yesterday had not yet fully healed.
"Penis!"
Jill cried out in alarm, rushing to support him.
"Hey, you idiot! I told you not to push yourself!"
"Shut up... it was just a dizzy spell."
Penis grit his teeth, leaning heavily on Jill's shoulder as he forced himself back up. Cold sweat beaded on his pale forehead, but his eyes remained fierce. He quickly assessed his own body, noting that his superhuman recovery rate was already working to repair the damage.
"...Three days," Penis panted, his breath ragged. "Three days is all I need. By then, I'll be even stronger than before."
Beatrice smiled with satisfaction at his display of grit.
"Three days... Very well. That is more than enough time."
She unfurled her fan once more and threw a playful wink at Jill.
"I'll leave you two to continue your 'treatment.' Especially you, Miss Jill... do drop by my room for tea later. Just the two of us."
"What?! I-I don't even like tea!"
"I won't take no for an answer."
Beatrice turned on her heel and glided out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, Jill clutched her head in despair.
"Argh! Seriously, I'm going crazy! Why does everyone keep targeting me?!"
As Jill stamped her feet in frustration, Penis sank back onto the mattress.
"Look at you, popular little Flesh Light. Go serve her well. She's our financial backer, after all."
"Do you want to get punched?!"
Jill raised her fist, but Penis merely waved his hand dismissively.
"Go."
"What? Go where?"
"Go to Viscountess Beatrice and please her with your body. It's what you do best."
"You absolute bastard! Are you insane?!"
Jill gasped in horror. But her body was already reacting to Penis's command.
"Huh? Wait, what's wrong with my legs?!"
Her legs began to move entirely on their own, walking toward the door. The absolute authority of the Flesh Light System had been invoked.
"Hey! Stop! I don't want to go! Stop!"
Jill resisted with everything she had, but it was completely futile. Penis lay sprawled on the bed, chuckling to himself.
"What's the big deal? Wasn't it your lifelong dream to sleep with a woman? Go get your wish fulfilled."
Ignoring her desperate screams, he closed his eyes.
"Penis! I'm seriously going to kill you! Just you wait!"
Crying tears of blood internally, Jill was forced to open the door and step out. As she trudged down the hallway, she saw Eliana and Astrid walking toward her from the other end.
"Oh, Miss Jill! Where are you headed?"
Eliana greeted her warmly. Suppressing her urge to burst into tears, Jill forced a strained smile.
"Ah... well... I just have some things to take care of. Haha..."
"Are you going to tend to Lord Penis? We can go with you—"
"No! No! Uh, Viscountess Beatrice asked to see me! It's... highly important business!"
Jill blurted out an excuse and practically ran past them.
Arriving in front of Beatrice's office, Jill took a deep breath. The moment the guards at the door saw her, they immediately stepped aside to let her through.
Sigh... what did I do to deserve this life? First I'm forced to sleep with men, and now I have to sleep with a woman? Is my life turning into some kind of yuri novel?
Resigned to her fate, Jill knocked on the door.
"Come in."
When the door opened, Jill stepped carefully inside. Beatrice was sitting at her desk, reviewing a mountain of paperwork while a scribe beside her diligently took notes.
As Jill hovered hesitantly near the entrance, Beatrice looked up. The moment she spotted Jill, her eyes lit up.
"My, Miss Jill? You arrived much sooner than I expected."
She smiled warmly and set her pen down.
"We will stop here for today. Everyone, please leave."
"Pardon? But Viscountess, the approvals are still—"
"We will handle it tomorrow. A precious guest has arrived."
At Beatrice's firm tone, the scribe and the guards cast curious glances at Jill before quickly filing out, leaving the two of them alone in the spacious office.
Beatrice rose from her seat and glided toward Jill. Naturally taking her hand, she led her toward an inner door.
"Come, this way. A bedroom is far more comfortable than a stuffy office, don't you think?"
Led by Beatrice's gentle pull, Jill entered a bedroom bathed in soft, warm lighting and filled with the soothing scent of aromatic oils. Beatrice slipped off her outer garments, leaving her in a sheer, silky gown as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Now, shall we... relax and make ourselves comfortable?"
Jill swallowed hard, her body stiff with tension. Ever since she had been turned into a woman, she had reluctantly grown accustomed to sleeping with men, but sleeping with another woman was completely uncharted territory.
What... what am I supposed to do? How does this even work between two women? I used to be a guy... but now I'm a girl... Ah, whatever!
Jill's mind was a chaotic mess of confusion.
"U-Um... I..."
"Relax, dear. I won't bite."
Beatrice guided Jill to a plush sofa beside the bed and handed her a pre-poured teacup.
"Have some tea first to soothe your nerves. It's a very special blend, brewed from rare herbs imported from the East."
With trembling hands, Jill accepted the cup and took a sip. A sweet, floral aroma drifted past her nose, and as the warm liquid slid down her throat, her rigid muscles began to relax.
But not long after finishing the tea, an unnatural warmth began to pool deep within Jill's body.
"Uh... wait. Why is it getting so hot...?"
Her cheeks flushed crimson, a sharp, sweet tingle shot through her lower abdomen, and her breathing turned shallow. As her vision began to blur, Beatrice's smiling face seemed to swim before her eyes.
"Hehe, it takes effect quickly, doesn't it?"
Beatrice reached out, tracing a finger along Jill's burning cheek.
"Don't worry. I'll take the lead. After all, a woman's body is best understood by another woman."
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Jill could only roll her eyes.
"Y-Yes..."
Her voice was already thick and slurred. Whether it was the drug in the tea or Beatrice's intoxicating presence, Jill felt all her resistance melting away.
Slumping back against the plush sofa, Jill panted heavily. The aphrodisiac laced in the tea was surging through her bloodstream, electrifying every nerve. Her mind was completely fogged, and a sweet numbness spread to the tips of her fingers and toes.
"Haa... ah... it's so hot... My body feels so strange..."
Jill gasped, clutching at her chest. Her pale skin, peeking through the gaps of her black cloak, was flushed a deep, peach-like pink. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused and glassy with desire.
Beatrice gazed down at her with pure adoration as she crawled closer. Her voluptuous figure, clearly visible beneath the sheer silk gown, was incredibly seductive.
"Good girl. I'm going to start very gently, so you'd better look forward to it."
Her slender fingers slowly traced down Jill's collarbone. The contrast of the cool fingertips against Jill's burning skin made her flinch.
"Mnh...!"
Jill writhed, feeling as though every path Beatrice's fingers took was being set ablaze.
Beatrice was in no rush. Moving with the fluid grace of a cat, she slid onto the sofa beside Jill, blowing hot breath into her ear as she whispered, "Your body is so honest, reacting so intensely to just this."
She lightly nibbled on Jill's sensitive earlobe.
"Ah...!"
Jill's head snapped back. One of Beatrice's fingers began to trace slow, agonizing circles around Jill's nipple. Barely skimming the edge of the areola, the teasing touch caused her nipple to swell and harden, straining against the thin fabric of her undergarments.
"Ah... ah! Touch me... please... squeeze them..."
Unconsciously, Jill grabbed Beatrice's arm, begging for release. But Beatrice only offered a wicked smile.
"Not yet. Not until you crave it even more."
Ignoring Jill's whimpers, Beatrice slid her hand further down. She gently caressed the soft skin of Jill's inner thighs, tracing teasing circles around her clitoris without actually touching the throbbing nub.
"Hng... there... not there... ah!"
Jill's thighs trembled uncontrollably. The slick wetness flowing from between her legs had already thoroughly soaked her panties.
"Do you want to move on to the next step, my sweet little kitten?"
Beatrice purred. Blushing furiously but utterly defeated by the pleasure, Jill nodded eagerly.
"Yes... yes... please... do more..."
"Good girl."
Beatrice pulled Jill up and guided her to the bed. Laying her down on the pristine white sheets, she parted Jill's legs wide, exposing her most intimate, dripping crevice.
"Exquisite," Beatrice whispered, burying her face between Jill's thighs.
"Eek! V-Viscountess?!"
Before Jill could even process the shock, Beatrice's hot tongue swiped directly over her clitoris.
"Ahhh!"
Jill shrieked as Beatrice took the swollen nub into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like a piece of candy.
She flicked it with the tip of her tongue, pressed down firmly with her lips, and sucked with intense suction.
Slurp, slurp, chu...!
"Ahhh! Ah! There! It's too much! Ah!"
Jill cried out, her fingers tangling in Beatrice's hair. Beatrice's tongue-work was incredibly skilled. After thoroughly tormenting the clitoris, she dragged her tongue down, licking around the entrance of Jill's tight opening.
Lick, lick.
"Mnnnh...!"
Jill's body arched like a bow. Beatrice's tongue plunged straight into her opening. Every time the wet, slippery muscle swept against her inner walls, a jolt of pure electricity shot through Jill's spine.
"Delicious. You taste so sweet."
Reveling in Jill's frantic reactions, Beatrice worked her way back up to the clitoris, gently nipping it with her teeth.
"Ah! It hurts... no, it feels so good...!"
The sharp sting only amplified the overwhelming pleasure. Seeing Jill desperately lifting her hips in search of more, Beatrice decided to use her fingers.
Squish!
"Ah!"
Two long, slender fingers slid deep inside her. Beatrice began to meticulously explore Jill's tight interior.
"Where is your weak spot? Here? Or perhaps... here?"
She curled her fingers upward, deliberately bedroom-scratching the sensitive ceiling of Jill's inner wall—her G-spot.
"Ahhh! There! Not there! It's too much!"
Jill shrieked, her hips thrashing. Beatrice smiled, focusing her assault entirely on that sweet spot.
Her fingers stirred roughly inside her tight canal while her mouth fiercely sucked on her clitoris.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
Just as Jill's body began to convulse, on the absolute verge of a shattering climax, Beatrice abruptly stopped.
"...Huh?"
Jill stared down at her with glassy, uncomprehending eyes. It felt as if the gates of heaven had swung wide open, only to be slammed shut in her face.
"We can't have that. It's no fun if you finish so quickly."
Beatrice licked her lips, pulling away. Jill stared up at her, her eyes a mix of desperate longing and resentment.
"Cruel... you're so cruel..."
"Now... you seem truly ready."
Beatrice opened the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. From within, she pulled out a long, menacing object. It was a dildo modeled after a male member, but it was far from ordinary. It was a double-ended, flesh-colored silicone toy, complete with realistically molded veins.
"Eek! W-What is that?!"
Jill recoiled in horror, trying to scramble backward. Was that massive thing really going to go inside her?
Beatrice leisurely shed her silk gown, revealing her stunning, naked body. Then, with practiced ease, she inserted one end of the double-ended dildo into her own wet slit.
"Mnh..."
Beatrice let out a soft gasp. With one end securely anchored inside her, the other end of the dildo protruded menacingly from her crotch, looking every bit as imposing and thick as a real man's erection.
"Now, let's enjoy this together. We're going to be connected."
Beatrice crawled on top of Jill.
The massive dildo dangling between her thighs cast a shadow over Jill's face.
Jill stared up at her, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and intense anticipation.
"V-Viscountess... that... is too big...!"
"Don't worry, darling. You're already soaking wet down there."
Beatrice pressed the thick head of the dildo against Jill's clitoris and the entrance of her opening. Instead of pushing it in, she began to tease her, rubbing it up and down.
Rub, rub.
"Ahhh! Ah! Please... don't tease me...!"
The cool, smooth texture of the silicone frictioned against her highly sensitive, swollen folds, driving her mad.
Beatrice gripped Jill's thighs firmly, whispering in a low, sultry voice, "Do you want it inside? Do you want this big, hard thing to fill you up?"
"Yes... yes...!"
"Tell me honestly. What is it you want?"
With her rationality completely paralyzed by the aphrodisiac and the teasing, Jill cried out instinctively, "Fuck me! Please, stretch my dirty little hole wide open with that massive thing!"
"Hehe, what a good, sweet girl."
Beatrice lifted Jill's hips, aligning the thick head of the dildo with her tight entrance. Then, she slammed her hips down in one swift motion.
Plunge!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
A massive, solid mass forced its way inside, violently stretching Jill's narrow canal as it buried itself deep. Though artificial, the toy was meticulously designed for maximum stimulation, and it struck hard against the very depths of her womb.
"Ah! Mnnnh! It's so full! It's stretching me too much!"
Feeling Jill's tight walls clamping down greedily on the thick shaft, Beatrice began to pump her hips.
"Yes... just like that...!"
Just the sheer force of the insertion was enough to make Jill's eyes roll back as she was instantly thrown into a shattering climax.
"Ahhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ah!"
Jill's high-pitched scream echoed through the bedroom. Her body, already pushed to its absolute limit, arched violently off the bed, trembling under the weight of the massive intrusion.
