You Should Call It a Womb
"Nngh... don't go..."
Kyle suddenly rose as if to leave, and Sera's body moved before her mind could catch up. She clung to him with a sweet, wheedling whimper, still adrift in the afterglow. The languid exhaustion that follows an intense climax had settled over her, and she grabbed him simply because she didn't want this pleasant drowsiness interrupted.
But Kyle couldn't see it that way.
This...!!!
In every possible respect, she was driving him to the edge. He had been about to leave precisely because he felt he was going to pounce on her — and now this.
What? She doesn't want me to?
She said she didn't want it. He no longer had any reason to hold back.
His hand slid straight into Sera's panties with a wet, slick sound. The flesh was soaked through, yielding and warm, the soft folds catching pleasantly against his fingers. Kyle swept his middle finger through the cleft between them.
Warm inner flesh pressed against either side of his finger. As he traced upward, a small, swollen nub caught against his hand — something plump and taut in the middle of all that softness, flaunting its presence as if begging to be touched.
Just as he was about to thoroughly tease that little bead, Kyle felt something off. She wasn't reacting at all, despite being touched like this. By now she should have been moaning, her body twitching and trembling. Instead she simply accepted his touch in silence.
"Sera?"
Kyle called her name. She didn't answer. She was leaning against him, breathing in a slow, even rhythm.
"Ha..."
Kyle felt the excitement that had surged all the way to the top of his head go cold in an instant. She was just sleeping through even this explicit contact. He had been swept up in arousal, lost his reason, and lunged at her — but she felt neither excitement nor lust. She had simply fallen asleep and allowed the contact.
After winding me up like this...
As the heat faded, Kyle swallowed his anger. Such an irresponsible woman. It was thoroughly infuriating. In his fury he could have taken her while she slept, but he didn't. He was looking forward to Sera's first time. He wanted to see her offering that first time to him — wanted to watch her accept him even while carrying the fear of her first experience.
"I didn't think it would be this hard..."
A woman who wouldn't open her heart, yet unconsciously seduced him without even realizing it. She was truly a creature that made men suffer.
Having calmed both his arousal and his anger, Kyle laid Sera down on the bed. He soon settled beside her and pulled her into his arms. Her body brought satisfaction and thirst in equal measure.
He was wondering whether he should sleep separately when he felt his pants growing damp. His groin, wet with her juices. Grasping the situation, he felt the blood rush there all over again.
"Ha... I'm going crazy."
The arousal rose again. That night, Kyle didn't sleep at all. He soothed his excitement alone in the bathroom.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"
The next morning, a scream tore through Kyle's room.
"K-Kyle, I'll clean it up... so..."
Sera had seen the traces she'd left on the bed the night before and screamed. The wet mattress brought yesterday's memories flooding back — how she had spectacularly squirted while begging him to touch her nipples — and she hurriedly offered to strip the bed with a face gone bright red.
"It's fine. Go wash up."
But Kyle silently peeled off the sheets, making it clear he would handle it himself. This, too, was about planting trust in Sera — the sense that it was all right to leave everything to him.
Sera, however, seemed to take his words a different way.
"Do I... smell...?"
She asked the question cautiously, watching his face, and looked up at him with a shocked expression. Kyle felt yesterday's anger ease a little at the sight of her. To worry about something so cute — a smile spread across his lips of its own accord.
"It's not that. Go wash up."
Kyle dispelled her unnecessary worry and left the room with the wet bedsheets.
The shower roared.
"..."
The moment the water hit me, yesterday's memories surfaced with vivid, merciless clarity.
Haah... hngh... nngh, it feels so good...
My nipples... ahh! Please tease them. It feels so good...
I-I'm coming—!
"Aaaaaaah!"
I grabbed my own hair and screamed. Lines I couldn't possibly believe had come out of my mouth. But I knew those had been my true feelings.
At first they hadn't been. But as I was touched, pleasure piled up inside my body, and once I realized that, I had panted and craved Kyle's hands. Every time my soft nipples were crushed and toyed with, pleasure crashed over me, and in the end I climaxed in the most disgraceful way imaginable.
I'm coming, I'd said. Spouting vulgar lines that belonged in a dirty manga. And ones a woman would cry out, at that...
"I..."
I wanted to say I was a man, but my mouth wouldn't open. The memory of climaxing like a woman yesterday sat too heavy on my tongue.
In truth, yesterday hadn't been the first time I'd felt a woman's pleasure. There was the time Kyle had stimulated my lower belly and I'd come. Back then I hadn't doubted for a second that I was a man. Of course I'd said I was a woman in front of Kyle, but that hadn't been sincere.
But yesterday, I had begged a man of my own accord, craving a woman's pleasure. I'd felt happiness having my nipples stimulated, just like the women in those manga. Unlike the past, when I'd told myself I'd climaxed because I was being touched against my will, I had felt pleasure in Kyle's hands and accepted the climax.
An act too shameful to call myself a man. Now that I had a woman's body, was my mind being dyed female too?
Then... am I a woman...?
A sharp crack split the air.
"Hm?"
Something had made a splitting sound. Wondering if a tile had cracked, I examined them carefully, but there was no sign of broken tile.
"What was that?"
I felt puzzled, but soon decided it was nothing and turned off the shower, stepping out of the bathroom. Unaware that the sound had come from inside me.
Three days passed like that. Kyle and I lived as usual, and yesterday we even raided a dungeon and finished the work without incident. Since yesterday, the pleasure of having my nipples stimulated by Kyle's hands kept coming to mind, but I still had too much shame left to beg for it myself the way I had last time, so I suppressed the desire inside me. Because of that I felt a kind of frustration — but today, that wasn't what mattered.
"Uuugh..."
A pain like I'd been punched in the stomach, and a raw stinging inside my vagina. I was on my period. The pain was so bad I could barely walk, and an unpleasant sensation wrapped my whole body. Every time this came around, it hit home that I had become a woman's body.
"You don't look well, Sera."
Kyle had been in the living room. When I stepped out of my room he was there, and one look at my face was enough for him to sense something was wrong.
"It's nothing..."
I was grateful for his concern, but it was too awkward to honestly confess my condition, so I brushed it off.
"Could I have some water, Kyle?"
I could have gotten it myself, but walking as far as the water dispenser was hard, so I asked him. I worried he might find it unpleasant, but he brought me water without the slightest sign of irritation.
"Thank you, Kyle. I'll rest in my room today..."
After drinking the cool water he'd brought, I thanked him and went back to my room, enduring the stabbing pain in my stomach.
"Ahh..."
The pain didn't fade even lying on the bed. I'd been a woman for quite a while now — long enough that I should have gotten used to it — but I just couldn't adapt to this pain. Especially today, it felt worse than last time.
"Sera, I'm coming in."
I was lying with my eyes closed, trying to forget the pain, when Kyle's voice came from outside the door. Unlike usual, he didn't just walk in — he announced himself first.
When I said nothing, the door opened. Kyle came straight to me. He sat down beside where I lay, then placed his hand on my lower belly.
"Kyle, ah..."
When he put his hand on my aching belly I felt a momentary rejection, but it melted almost at once into comfort. Kyle's warm hand. The moment it touched me, warmth spread through my lower belly and the pain receded.
"Do you need anything?"
Kyle looked down at me lying on the bed and asked carefully. He seemed to have figured out I was having period cramps. He didn't pry into the details. He just asked what I needed. His consideration was as warm as the hand resting on my lower belly.
"This is enough."
Feeling the warmth welling up, I smiled and laid my right hand over his on my lower belly.
"Thank you, Kyle."
He said nothing to my thanks, just smiled. Seeing that smile, something inside me boiled up. I wanted to feel a stronger heat. I wanted the sensation of the hand on my lower belly to become even clearer.
For the sake of that desire, I lifted the hand I'd laid over his and pulled up my sleepwear.
"Kyle, could you stroke my lower belly?"
Hearing my request, Kyle paused for a moment, then moved his hand to my exposed belly and began stroking it gently.
"Ah..."
The clearer, more intense heat I'd been hoping for. Along with the satisfaction, the pain in my lower belly vanished completely. Kyle pressed with just the right amount of force, drawing slow circles.
"Hngh..."
How did he fulfill exactly what I wanted, right away? I felt so good.
I was savoring that satisfaction when Kyle's hand stopped just below my navel.
The stroking had suddenly stopped. I looked up at him with a puzzled expression. Kyle, meeting my eyes, was smiling. Then he pressed firmly just below my navel and said,
"..."