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It was getting harder and harder to keep my sanity with all these temptations tailored to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my tastes.

I wanted to finish up quick, but my eyes landed on the pile of shower products stacked up.

"What's all this? Are they all different...?"

I examined the various shower gels and such. For someone like me who'd always lived sloppily, women's beauty routines were way too complicated.

I considered just bailing, but I didn't want to mess up her looks too badly. Not knowing much, I roughly slathered some rinse and treatment on Da-sol's hair and rinsed it off with water. After grunting and struggling for a while, I finally turned off the showerhead.

Sighing, I rummaged through the shower tools to see if there was anything else. "Huh? What's this...?"

I'd found something unexpected. "Feminine hygiene wash?!"

Maybe not that unexpected. Still, it was fascinating.

"Should I... try it?" I swallowed hard.

This was something only a woman could use, right? Honestly, I'd never even seen one in my life, let alone mentioned it out loud.

But... but... when else would I get a chance like this? The urge to try it just once started taking over.

Yeah... Right now, I'm just an ordinary woman—Da-sol—using it. So it's unavoidable for keeping Lee Da-sol clean. And if it's here, that means she uses it regularly anyway. What's the harm in a little?

I didn't really want to, but as a woman, I had to maintain basic hygiene. Yeah. Totally unavoidable.

I squeezed some of the feminine wash into my hand.

"Whoa... it's like gel... Probably need to lather it up, right?"

I rubbed it between Da-sol's small, delicate hands until it foamed a bit.

"Here goes..."

I sat down and spread my legs. Her breasts heaved with my quickening breaths, and beyond the cleavage, her pale thighs opened into a blatant M-shape, looking utterly seductive. Realizing how dangerously tempting I'd look from the side—not as "I" but as an observer—made my heart pound.

And there... the secret spot I'd been putting off examining till the end was finally revealed. A smooth, flat pubic mound peeked out. I couldn't see details from this angle, but it was definitely a woman's.

"Haha... nothing hanging there at all... Of course... And the hair's all groomed. She takes care of it."

Gulp. I felt my breathing speed up with the swallow.

"Better wrap this up quick?"

I started rubbing her pussy with my hand coated in the wash.

"I'm... actually touching Da-sol's pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with my own hands..."

An indescribable sense of conquest bubbled up inside me. I could feel a delirious smile creeping onto my face.

"This must be the labia majora." It felt like fondling two plump, doughy mounds split down the middle as I explored her female body bit by bit.

"I'm... just doing this for cleanliness... Nngh...!"

I began violating that spot.

"It's unavoidable!!! Hah...!"

Suppressing my rising voice, I rubbed every nook of her crotch with her own hands.

"Can't see it, but... I can feel it... Da-sol's pussy... the sensations... Ngh...! Ah...! Nngaaah!!!"

My fingers gradually delved from the outer lips to the inner ones.

"That spot just now felt so good... Haaaah!!!"

I gently teased the area that had sparked with electric pleasure.

"This... must be the clit..."

My thumb reveled in pleasure over Da-sol's clitoris while my middle finger slowly pushed into her vagina. The rising ecstasy was driving me wild.

"Nngh!!! Ah!!! Haaang!!!"

The pleasure was building when—

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang outside.

I hastily threw on a panty and towel soaked with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠juices to cover up and flung open the door.

The delivery guy had rung it.

"H-Hello..." I said awkwardly.

But he was even more flustered. "G-Gasp, j-just sign here."

He looked like your average guy in his twenties, but his face was beet red.

I blanked out for a sec, processing, then a brilliant idea hit me.

"Kyaa!" Pretending it was an accident, I let the towel drop from my body. Holding back laughter, I covered my breasts.

"Uh...!"

The guy was at a total loss, his eyes trembling with panic.

Don't worry. The woman next to you right now is actually 'me.'

"Could you pick up the towel for me?" I twisted my body coyly, covering only the important bits like I was embarrassed.

"You must be shocked, huh? Sorry... The doorbell startled me."

I grabbed his hand tight and pressed it to my cleavage.

"Gah! Y-You've signed, so I'll be going! Goodbye!"

He bolted like he was fleeing.

"Aw, no fun."

I slung the towel over my shoulder like a dude and grumbled.

"Should've teased him more like in those pornos?"

Back inside, I grabbed a handful of my plump 'ass' and said.

The more I looked, the better the body seemed. Not quite S-tier, but solid A+ balance. For my first body conquest, I was thrilled.

"So, what next? I fantasized about everything under the sun, but now that I have it, nothing's coming to mind."

I pondered, but no big ideas. Jerking off here forever wasn't bad, but after god-knows-how-long dead, this living, breathing sensation demanded more than bland stimulation.

"Maybe head out?"

I murmured while gently stroking my breasts.

*

"Hmm, what's with this girl? Pants everywhere?"

I made a disappointed face and rifled through her closet, tossing clothes onto the bed.

"Not utilizing a woman's privilege like skirts? Poor thing."

I sighed but perked up. "Still!"

I held a skirt from the back of the closet against her body.

"I'll enjoy this privilege for her. Hehe."

I knew zilch about women's fashion—what mattered was how horny it made me. While digging deeper, I spotted a small drawer and had a gut feeling.

"Strong hunch there's treasure here~."

Miming a ta-da!, I yanked it open. Inside: panties galore, as expected.

"Ah, jackpot."

I buried my face in the pile.

"Sweet... Fabric softener, probably, but still good..."

"And yep, there they are."

"A woman needs stockings. Especially in this chill—bare legs? Ridiculous. Humanely, I'll make her wear a skirt, but no way am I going bare-legged in this weather."

After spouting nonsense, I sniffed the black stockings.

"Sniiff... Haa... Good... Works at an office, so she has decent stockings. Can't fathom why she skips these sexy things lately."

I picked one, snapped it taut.

"So today, I'll wear them."

Thanks to pervy lookbooks, I knew the basics. Tricky in practice, but soon her naked body was sheathed in black stockings.

"Oh yeah, no panties? Haha! On purpose. Feels all airy and thrilling...!"

There I stood: naked except for black stockings. Might look ridiculous to some, but slutty as hell to me and fellow pervs.

"Heh. Can see through the stockings."

In front of the mirror, I rubbed my legs together or stroked them. The rough nylon rasped, mingling with the soft swish of her slender woman's hands. That sound alone was pornographic ASMR to me.

"Driving me insane. Such lewd noises right up close."

A grin spread across my face.

"Khng... Kkhngh...!"

I caressed more intensely.

"This body's mine now! Ahahaha!"

Hands back on her breasts.

"Can't hold back. Gotta do it again. That thing. Ma—stur—ba—tion."

Saying it syllable by syllable in her voice was jerk-off fuel itself.

"Ptoo..."

I drooled saliva onto a nipple without hesitation. Teasing the wet bud sent instant lewd tingles. Lingering aftershocks still hummed in her body.

"Nngaaah...!"

A woman's moan—my moan—echoed.

Then a great idea struck. I licked my lips.

"G-Go ahead... You can do whatever... to my breasts... Mr... ... If it's you... anytime..."

Screw her real personality—I roleplayed my ideal woman. Hearing her voice say my name sent chills down my spine.

As if her words invited it, I ravished ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her breasts freely. Roughly, one hand seized a tit.