Sera Is a Woman, Right?
"Ah... my lower belly... please pat it."
She'd said it. And with her stomach already bared for him, no less.
The shame hit at once. Wasn't this exactly like a puppy flipping onto its back in front of its master, begging to be touched?
The moment that shame registered, regret came flooding in behind it. No matter how much she had missed his hands — no matter how badly she had wanted to see him pleased — to expose her own belly and plead like this...
"Good girl, Sera."
His fingers found her bare skin and began to pat, a soft, steady rhythm against her lower belly. And just like that, the regret melted away.
"Haaah... nnhhh..."
Kyle whispered the praise against her ear as he patted the naked skin of her stomach. This. This was the sensation she had been aching for since yesterday. For this feeling, she could bear the shame.
His gentle touch drew a long, languid moan from her throat.
"How is it? Better on bare skin, isn't it?"
He was right. Not through fabric — direct contact. The way her lower belly yielded and curled into the warmth of his hand was so much better than being patted through her clothes.
"Y-yess..."
The moment she agreed, Kyle tightened his left arm around her, pulling her more firmly against him.
"Then this is how you ask for it from now on. Understood?"
If she wanted to be patted, she would have to bare her own belly and beg for it herself. It was a humiliating demand. She could not refuse it.
"...Yes."
She could not give up this sensation. Not now.
"Good girl."
At her answer he stopped patting and began to stroke her instead, his palm gliding in slow clockwise circles across her stomach. The friction kindled a gentle heat that soaked into her skin.
"Hehh... this feels weird..."
It felt good. He was only stroking her belly, and yet some nameless happiness kept welling up inside her, fuller and fuller. She sank into it, and Kyle kept stroking as he spoke.
"Sera, you're a woman of worth."
His voice, the way it always was — recognizing her, affirming her.
"People don't understand your value. That's because they're idiots."
So he knew.
Kyle must have seen those comments too. He had noticed she was hurting over them, and now he was offering comfort.
"Idiots who don't even know who it was that protected Korea all this time."
The one who recognized her devotion was not the people she had devoted herself to. It was the man holding her from behind.
"So Sera, you don't need to listen to a word those idiots say."
A man telling her not to care what anyone else thought. Under that comfort, the wound she had been carrying felt as though it were closing over.
"Listen only to me. To the words of someone who actually knows you."
His hand never stopped its slow, circling caress.
"You're precious. I don't want someone like you getting hurt by a bunch of idiots."
A man calling her precious. A man worrying over her. Hearing it made her happier than she knew how to hold.
"You're special. I'll whisper your worth to you every day — the worth those idiots will never understand. So listen only to me, Sera. That's what's best for you."
It sounded right. Listening only to Kyle — the only person who truly saw her. Not the people who knew nothing of her devotion, but the one who understood her. Wasn't listening only to him the thing that was best for her?
"Understood?"
Because his words made her happy. Yes. That was why. For her own sake.
"I understand, Kyle. I'll only... pay attention to what you say."
"I understand, Kyle. I'll only... pay attention to what you say."
"Good girl."
Sera's agreement. Kyle praised her for it, his palm still tracing slow circles over her lower belly.
"That makes me so happy, Sera."
Hearing how much her answer pleased him, Sera trembled in his arms.
"I-I like it too."
Obeying him. Being the reason he was glad. She liked all of it.
"Good. That's my good girl."
He stopped the circling strokes. His fingers found the soft give of flesh just below her navel and began to press, firm and rhythmic, sinking in and releasing, sinking in again.
"Hyeh—?"
Sera jolted at the sudden pressure, a startled little sound catching in her throat.
"Shhh... it's okay. You can just let it happen."
He soothed her, but his hand never stopped. What he intended was to awaken her body — to teach her skin, slowly, to register his touch as pleasure.
"Nnhh..."
She took his hand the way he told her to, even as a moan slipped out of her. The pressure was stronger than she had expected, almost too much.
"Focus on where I'm pressing. Slowly. It'll start to feel good. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yess... haah—"
She did. She already trusted him without limit, so even when his touch edged toward too much, she stayed quiet and poured her attention into the sensation blooming across her lower belly.
That was when Kyle shifted the arm he had wrapped around her waist. His left hand closed over her right breast.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Through the thin fabric of her nightclothes he felt her bare breast fill his palm — soft, springy, yielding and then holding its shape. The peak of it caught between his middle and ring fingers, and his head went light.
That pliant warmth gathering in his hand. He wanted, immediately, to slip his fingers inside her clothes and work the naked flesh itself. But—
"Haahn... th-there... you can't..."
Her protesting moan pulled him back. The resistance was still there, then — that lingering aversion to being touched on her chest. The mercy in it was that even like this, bra-less, her rejection seemed milder than it had two days ago.
"Shhh... it's okay, Sera, it's okay. Just a little longer."
He pressed into that opening, soothing her with his voice as he bore down more firmly on her lower belly.
"Hngh—!"
Her whole body jerked. The sharpened pressure dragged a moan out of her, and in the same breath her wariness toward her chest loosened, just a fraction. Kyle took the opening and closed his hand over her right breast again.
"It's okay. Give your body to me, slowly. It'll feel good."
He settled her again, and then he worked her — pressing her lower belly and kneading her breast in the same unhurried rhythm.
"Hehh... hhk! ...nnhhh... haah—"
Sera panted in his arms, spilling short, broken moans. The feeling was not unpleasant, and that was the problem. She could not even think of resisting. She simply took his hands.
He worked her like that for a long time before her body began to change.
A sudden pulse, deep in her lower belly. She barely had time to wonder at it before Kyle pressed down again, slow and deliberate.
"Haaahn!"
The cry tore out of her — thin, high, and utterly beyond her will. A shuddering sensation licked over her from scalp to toes, and in its wake she understood that her body had gone sensitive. The air on her skin. The thin sound of her own moaning, suddenly too clear. And more than anything, his hands — every press, every squeeze, arriving sharper than before.
"Haaaahn! ...nnh, you can't... my body's going weird..."
An itch unfurled deep inside her, and between her legs a need gathered that was not the need to pee. She stretched both legs out straight and trembled, trying to fight the feeling down.
"K-Kyle, stoohp... haah! Please, stop this..."
She whined it at him, pleading. He did not take his hand away.
"It isn't weird. It feels good."
He pressed down again. She was at her limit.
"It's nooot... nnh — s-something's coming out, please—"
"You can come, Sera. In front of me, as much as you want."
He pressed her lower belly one more time, and she could not hold it.
"Aaahn—!"
The wetness came in a rush — a sudden, helpless flood that soaked through her panties, through her pants, and spread across the sheets in a dark, spreading stain. It would not stop. It kept coming, a thin hiss of release she had no power over at all.
"N-no, this isn't—"
"Don't look... this is, I mean..."
She knew what she had done. She had enough of the basic knowledge for that. She had climaxed. She had come hard enough to soak the bed, a spreading wetness she could not take back.
Without anyone even touching her sex. The shame was going to kill her.
"I'll clean it up. So please—"
She tried to sit up out of his arms — to hide what she had done, to put it right. Kyle only held her tighter, and would not let her go.
"I told you it's okay, Sera."
He said it gently, and to calm her he went back to stroking her lower belly. It did not calm her.
I actually felt it...
The male self still living inside her felt scorched. Disgust was just beginning to rise at the woman who had moaned in his arms and come like that when his voice slid against her ear, sweet as a pardon.
"You were only doing as you were told. You couldn't help it."
That was true. She hadn't wanted it — but he had told her to stay still, and so she hadn't been able to refuse his hands.
"So it isn't your fault, Sera. Right?"
That's right. I was only doing as I was told.
"Yes. That's right."
He had stimulated her so persistently, while she just lay there, that her body had gotten excited on its own. She took the absolution he offered her and held it close.
It was a trap.
"I'm a ma—"
She had to stop. However unwilling she had been, she had already admitted that she had climaxed because of him. If she called herself a man now, she would be admitting to his face that she was a man who had moaned and come from another man's hands.
Kyle had turned it back on her — so what does that make you? — and Sera found she could not say she was a man.
"I-I'm..."
"It's because you're a woman."
"...Yes. That's right."
And so Sera had no choice but to admit that she was a woman.