The Performance
As I gripped my breast, I felt a soft texture followed by a shiver that ran straight down my spine.
"The members could be back at any moment, and you're just standing here with your tits out? Aren't you a total pervert?"
I lifted my underboob, watching my breasts sway and bounce to my heart's content.
"Ouch... This body is a bit sensitive. I'll have to be careful."
Every woman has different erogenous zones and levels of sensitivity, so I have to figure them out quickly. This girl's chest is particularly sensitive, so I need to handle her with care.
"You're pretty, even looking at you again. What's your name? You don't have to tell me. I'll find out soon enough."
I unzipped my jeans.
"Masturbating will tell me everything I need to know."
I kicked my pants off and tossed them aside.
"Ptoo!"
I spat into my palm and gently stroked her pink nipples.
"Nnnngh...!"
Her body was incredible, and her sensitivity was just as good as I'd hoped.
I wondered if women with large breasts were just naturally better at feeling pleasure.
Perhaps because her chest was so sensitive, even just touching her nipples sent electric jolts through her, making her body heat up.
Finally, I stripped away the white panties that had been hiding her most intimate place.
"If I masturbate like this... it feels a bit lacking, doesn't it?"
I didn't want just any ordinary masturbation. I wanted to use something deeply significant to this girl. That would surely taste much better.
A thought flashed through my mind.
I walked naked, light on my feet, to the corner of the room. I picked up the guitar that was leaning against the stand—the one she had been playing just a little while ago.
"Whoa! Is it because I'm in a woman's body? It's surprisingly heavy. She must have been quite something to sing while holding this."
I hadn't fully synced with her memories yet, so I didn't have any specific emotional attachment to the guitar, but as the cold wood touched my skin, a chilling sensation spread throughout my body.
"Now, what position should I use to masturbate?"
I stood the guitar upright and turned it to the side. Then, I wedged the neck between my legs.
"Hmm? Would this work?"
I pressed the guitar neck firmly against my pussy. Then, I began to move slowly up and down.
"Nnn...! Nnnnnngh...!"
The strings were brushing against my clitoris, making it much more stimulating than I expected...!
This girl seemed to derive most of her pleasure from her clitoris, and I could feel an intense wave of ecstasy erupting from that tiny, bean-like spot.
"Nnn...♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥"
My moans grew more rapid. I stopped pinching my nipples, grabbed the head of the guitar with both hands, and focused on masturbating by rocking my body up and down.
"Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh!!!! Haaaaaah-ahhh♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!!"
The cries escaped my lips before I could stop them.
My breasts made it hard to see down there, but I could clearly feel exactly what was happening.
"My pussy lips are gripping the guitar tight♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!"
I said the embarrassing situation out loud.
"Ah♥♥♥♥♥♥ Ahhhhhh♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!!"
Even that situation was fuel for my own pleasure.
"Nnnngh♥♥♥♥♥"
A throbbing pain hit my head.
Suddenly, a wave of bittersweet emotion washed over me.
It's my precious guitar... Why am I doing this?
The question surfaced for a moment before being swept away by the tide of pleasure.
"Again, again... Hehehe...! My head is spinning, and it feels like something is overflowing inside me...!!!!"
Her life unfolded before me once more.
The first guitar she bought. Her first ensemble. Arguments with her parents. Moving out. Even the scouting offer.
I licked my lips and closed my eyes. As my memories and hers became hopelessly intertwined, her entire life became crystal clear. No, it wasn't just hers—it was mine.
I bowed my head, then lifted it with a bright smile.
Looking in the mirror, aside from being naked, it was the same confident 'me' as always.
"Hmm, hmm, I'm Lee Yumi! I'm the lead guitarist of a band, and it's been a year since I formed it with my college friends."
I said with a radiant smile. Lee Yumi—that was my name.
"I was born into a pretty wealthy family, you know. But my parents were dead set against the band, so I've basically cut ties with them. That's why I'm working part-time jobs to keep the band going!"
I hugged the guitar, still stained with my fluids, and spoke.
It was my most precious treasure, something I wouldn't trade for the world.
"Even in that situation, selling my body was never an option! I searched every corner of my mind, and it's true! Ahaha! Isn't that just stupid?"
I strapped on the guitar and plucked the strings.
"This guitar is pretty expensive, too... If I'd just sold my body, I could've bought a few of these! The old me was such an idiot!"
I smiled.
"But the current me knows better, thanks to Master possessing me! From now on, I'm going to sell my body to my heart's content and make some real money!"
I looked in the mirror and showed off the usual confident, cheerful Lee Yumi. It wasn't acting or anything else.
It was just the result of taking my own thoughts, merging them with the personality of 'me,' Lee Yumi, and twisting and warping them to my liking.
"Well, something like that? I'm Lee Yumi. I'm that bitch Yumi herself. Even if her parents showed up, they wouldn't know the difference. Ahaha!"
In short, I had obtained Yumi's memories more perfectly, along with her personality.
It seemed that masturbating using something precious to her as a medium had done the trick.
"Things that were blurry and vague before are so clear now. This girl has been living through quite a lot of hardship, hasn't she? Born a rich girl and making such a fuss about playing music?"
I stretched and said,
"Isn't it enough for a woman to just marry well?"
I chuckled to myself.
I heard a loud, clattering noise from outside. It looked like the setup was almost finished.
"Right, let's test my abilities while I'm at it."
I had a good idea. I imagined something and chuckled, thinking it would be fun.
"Ah, I suppose I should put some clothes on, though."
As I picked up my discarded jeans and reached for my bra, I wondered what it would be like to play a little prank on the male members I was with.
"It's stifling, so let's skip the bra! This is rock and roll, right?"
I walked out of the dressing room with confidence.
"U-uh, Yumi? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, what do you mean?"
I told the male members I'd worked hard, just like usual.
But the men stared at me. More precisely, they were staring straight at my chest.
It was because my nipples were still standing tall from masturbating with the guitar just a moment ago.
It was only natural that they were poking through my T-shirt.
"More importantly, are you ready?"
"Nnn... But..."
"Then let's go in. The audience is coming in now."
Thanks to having read her memories, I spoke naturally with the members in the waiting room.
Soon, my nipples stopped standing so erect, to the point where they might not notice at a glance.
The men didn't say anything, so they probably just assumed they'd seen wrong and let it go.
It was pathetic that the only female vocalist in the group was practically screaming "Fuck me!" and they weren't doing a thing.
Just glancing around nervously. If they'd just stop being so timid and say, "I want to touch you," I would have given them my body right then and there.
A long time passed.
"Next! Please get ready!"
Finally, it was our turn.
"Alright, let's do our best today, too!!!"
I gathered the members and had them put their hands together.
"Okay, we can do great today, right? Because it's us, and no one else! I believe in us!"
It was Lee Yumi, through and through.
"One, two, three! Fighting!"
With those words, I stepped out into the bright stage.
It was blinding.
I'm not good at playing the guitar, nor am I good at singing.
But I had obtained Lee Yumi's memories. I had to test if I'd obtained her abilities as well.
"Well, if things go south, I can just run away."
I closed my eyes and thought about the guitar.
The guitar I'd bought with money saved from working hard at part-time jobs after leaving my parents. It was that precious.
There were so many episodes tied to this guitar. I could pull them out one by one, and there would be no end to them.
No, not these trivial memories. I need to recall how to play.
"Alright, one, two, three!"
The drums set the beat.
"Ah! If it's like this...!"
The moment I thought I was in trouble, my eyes snapped open.
The lights turned on, and the crowd erupted in cheers.
Everyone was focused on me.
My heart pounded. I felt like I was floating on air. Is this what it feels like to be a musician? I could feel it.
I wondered if this was why Lee Yumi had chosen this path.
Or perhaps it was just because I was using her memories, I didn't know.
My fingers moved on their own.
From the very beginning, a frantic, high-speed solo flowed from my fingertips.
There was nothing strange about it. I was Lee Yumi from the start, so it was only natural.
The heat of the performance hit me like a wave.
This light, this music, this sound—it made me burn with desire.
I started to sing.
The voice I heard with my own ears sounded slightly different. Still, it was undeniably sweet.
And just like that, the first song ended.
"Thank you!"
I bowed my head low.
"Now, I'll introduce the band members! On guitar...!"
I continued the introductions skillfully. It was a performance with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
As I played the second song, I thought to myself:
Ah, I can't take it anymore.
I swallowed hard.
I want to masturbate right now...♥
A perceptive person might notice. That Lee Yumi looked more flushed than usual today, and that there was something poking out from her chest.
