I Said They Were Already Wet...
"Something that only exists in women."
The pressure beneath my navel arrived in the same breath as Kyle's voice. He'd pressed down just below my belly button — a sensation I'd grown familiar with since we'd started sharing a room.
"Huh?"
But today was different. It felt as though a feeling I'd never truly registered had just come awake.
My uterus.
When Kyle said the word and pressed below my navel, I could feel something inside me. The place that ached so terribly every time I menstruated. His hand pressed and released, pressed and released, and that hidden thing announced itself to me.
A uterus...
I already knew. I knew I had a uterus. Wasn't that why I was menstruating right now? I'd become a woman's body, so of course I had one. That much was obvious.
"Can you feel it?"
He pressed down again, slow and firm. And when Kyle put his hand on the place he called a uterus and even showed me exactly where it sat, a sensation I hadn't known existed came flooding awake. Something I'd only understood with my head, I was now learning with my body.
The feeling of a precious organ being touched directly. It was so vivid I wondered how I'd gone this long without noticing it.
No, wait... last time...
Thinking about it, this wasn't the first time. There had been that night Kyle stimulated my lower belly until I came apart. Back then I'd thought he was just pressing on my stomach. In reality, he'd been crushing my uterus.
Once I realized that, the familiar foreign presence inside my lower belly grew even clearer. This was my uterus.
Only in women...
Kyle's words came back to me. Just as he'd said, a uterus was an organ that only women possessed. And it existed inside my belly. I'd known that. I'd known I had one. But I'd thought of it as merely occupying a woman's body — not actually being a woman.
He pressed down again.
A sound caught in my throat. The clearer the sensation of my uterus became, the more this woman's body seemed to pull my mind into itself. As if to say I was a woman too.
The moment that thought finished, my lower belly — no, my uterus — pulsed the way it had last time. Like it was sending a signal. Like it wanted something.
"What do you call this place?"
Kyle pressed down on my uterus again. The pulse had left my body so sensitive I trembled too hard to form an answer.
"Ah-ah..."
But Kyle wanted his answer, and he wasn't going to wait.
"Hurry."
He bore down longer and harder, and my vision blacked out before snapping back. A dangerous feeling I shouldn't have been learning. I had no choice but to give him what he wanted.
"Ute... my uterus."
"Good girl."
The answer pleased him. The moment he heard it, he took his hand off my belly.
"Ah...."
I'd resisted because I thought it was dangerous — but the instant that pressing sensation vanished, something in me ached with loss.
"I'll go now. Get some rest."
While I was still drowning in that inexplicable longing, Kyle stood up from the bed. He left the room so quickly I didn't even have time to stop him.
"Ah..."
Even after he was gone, the sensation of my uterus remained painfully vivid. I couldn't rest after that. All that was left was this aching, unsatisfied, unpleasant hollow, and it would not let me sleep.
"Sera! Snap out of it."
Kyle's scolding voice pulled her out of her daze.
"Ah... I'm sorry, Kyle."
Three days after Sera's period had ended, she and Kyle were inside a dungeon. Unlike usual, though, Sera couldn't focus. Ever since her period stopped, she'd been zoning out more and more — and now she couldn't even keep her head on straight in the middle of a raid.
Sera herself didn't understand why. Even with her eyes closed she could feel her uterus, that strange aching awareness that refused to fade. She couldn't sleep properly. More than once she'd caught herself staring into space, thinking of nothing but Kyle's hand pressing down on her womb.
But the real problem was something else.
Ah... it's happening again.
Sera stopped walking. A faint dampness registered against her skin — fluid from between her legs, soaking into her panties.
"Sera, is something wrong?"
Kyle turned toward her as she suddenly halted. He looked at her. Her eyes were slightly drooping, but there was something hungry in her gaze. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing in short, shallow gasps.
The truth was, he already knew exactly what was happening to her. She was drowning in unmet need. She hadn't recognized it herself, but there was no mistaking the desire that had been accumulating.
That was what the uterus massage had been for. And he hadn't even seen it through — he'd stopped halfway, so she would hunger for the pleasure all the more.
Feeling the situation unfold precisely as he'd planned, Kyle approached her.
"No fever..."
He set his hand on her forehead as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To let her know, with his own skin, exactly what it was she was craving so desperately.
"Nnh...!"
She couldn't meet his eyes. Her whole body went rigid. A reaction that transparent — Kyle swallowed a laugh.
"If you're fine, shall we go?"
Sensing that at this rate she would come to him first, Kyle stepped deeper into the dungeon, already looking forward to what was coming.
"Good work, Sera."
"...Yeah...."
After we'd taken down the dungeon boss, Kyle came over to me. He told me I'd done well, then raked his bangs back with one hand.
That large hand, tendons standing out as they parted his hair. The thought of those same fingers pinching my nipples and crushing my uterus made me swallow hard.
My uterus pulsed again. Something leaked out between my legs, and my panties grew damper still.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, nothing. You go on ahead. I'll catch up."
Kyle must have noticed something was off, because he asked what was going on. I told him I was fine and tried to send him forward. I couldn't let him walk behind me — not when the wetness soaking my panties might run down my thighs.
"Are you sure you're okay? Your face is red."
But Kyle didn't head for the exit. He came toward me and laid his right hand against my left cheek, lightly, as if checking my temperature.
"Nnh...!"
Even that light contact sent a shiver through my body. An inexplicable satisfaction rose with it, and desire right behind. I wanted to feel Kyle's hand even more. Sight and touch alone felt endlessly insufficient.
What does he taste like?
Instinct, desperate to be filled, overtook reason. I tugged the hand resting on my cheek toward my mouth.
My tongue met his palm. I swept upward, and salt bloomed across it. It was salty enough that I should have grimaced, but all I felt was a strange, deep satisfaction. So this was what Kyle's hand tasted like.
I started to lean in for another taste — and my body locked.
Kyle was looking at me as if he meant to eat me alive. The eyes gazing down at me flickered like something about to catch fire.
"I-I'm sorry!! I-I don't know what came over me..."
I apologized at once. Licking him with my tongue out of nowhere... how startled must he have been. I thought he'd get angry, call me filthy, and I tried to step backward.
Without a word, he reached out and caught the back of my head. My retreat died instantly.
Then he brought his index and middle fingers together and held them in front of my mouth.
"Open."
"Wha—? Mmph!?"
I started to ask what he meant, but his fingers were already inside me. They invaded my mouth as if they owned it. I clenched my teeth and bit down.
"Mmphat?"
I didn't know what he was doing, but I wanted those fingers out. I couldn't understand why he was stirring around in there.
He showed no intention of withdrawing. Instead he stared me down and pressed firmly on my tongue — a silent order to open.
"Ah..."
And my mouth obeyed far too easily. His fingers swam freely again. Stroking down my tongue. Tapping my teeth, my gums. Pushing deep enough to reach the root of my tongue.
"Eh... eh..."
I wanted to tell him to stop, but my tongue was pinned and nothing would come out. As this went on, saliva began to spill from the corner of my mouth. His fingers only grew rougher.
"Nngh... nnh!"
It started to hurt. I scrunched my face and made a sound at him, and — fortunately — he understood. He pulled his fingers free.
"Euh..."
The sight of his hand, slick with my saliva, sent another shiver through me. A bizarre thrill. Heat climbing through my body.
"Haa... haa..."
I couldn't get my breathing under control. I was standing still, but my heart was pounding harder than ever.
Kyle grabbed my arm and pulled me back against his chest. Then he yanked my clothes down past my sternum.
My bare breasts spilled into the open air. Before I could even process it, his hands were on them — kneading, teasing my nipples.
"Nnhh... hnn... haah, wait, Kyle—"
The pleasure of a thirst being quenched. I forgot to resist. I just felt it. I should have been mortified, standing there with my chest bared in a dungeon. But in the face of this, I couldn't think of anything at all.
"Haah!? ... Th-there... nnh—"
I'd been writhing in it for a while when Kyle suddenly stopped his hands.
"Hweh...?"
I was still blinking at the sudden halt when he spoke.
"Sera. Take off your panties."
"Haah... I can't..."
I refused at once. Taking those off too — that I couldn't accept.
"You can't go back wearing wet panties. I won't look anyway."
His voice turned gentle as he tried to persuade me. He was worried my panties would get soaked when I came.
But there was something he didn't know.
"My panties... they're already wet..."
The moment I finished speaking, the body standing behind me wavered.
"What did you say?"
He asked again, as if he hadn't heard properly. I kindly repeated myself.
"I said my panties were already wet... from the start."