Kyle... Hurry...
"......Because I'm a woman now."
Ah.
In the end... I had admitted it. That I myself was a woman. The moment I spoke aloud the truth I had believed I would never acknowledge, something in my chest tightened with a dull, aching squeeze — as if the last remnant of the man inside me were sending a final warning to my body.
Even so, I took his hand and laid it over my breast. Not because Kyle had asked. Not because he had commanded it. Entirely of my own will.
"Only when it's hard... just for a little while... so..."
I wasn't abandoning my male self. Just as he had said — only for a moment. Only when it was too much to bear. So for now, I was a woman. There was nothing wrong with craving his touch as much as I wanted. If I was a woman, that was only natural.
I folded my hand over his where it rested on my left breast. Kyle flinched at the contact. That reaction felt strangely good. Carefully, but unmistakably, I pressed down so that his fingers sank in. The warmth and pressure through my nightclothes made my heart beat faster.
"Hah..."
It felt good. Dangerously good. As if my body were slipping into addiction of its own accord...
I lifted my head and looked up at Kyle. He was close enough to steal my breath, and the reflection of myself in his eyes looked like a stranger. Had I ever been capable of making a face like that? I didn't know. It didn't matter right now.
"Kyle... hurry..."
I urged him on, hungry for something stronger. And his eyes changed completely. As if something he had been holding back had finally snapped, his breathing tore out of him, rough and ragged.
I blinked — and when my eyes opened I was on my back on the floor. Kyle was astride me, pinning my shoulders down hard.
"Hahh..."
He exhaled roughly, clearly aroused, then shifted to straddle my hips and brought both hands from my shoulders down to my chest. Something tore. Buttons popped free and scattered across the floor. Cool air slipped through the opened nightshirt, and with it, his gaze.
And then, without a moment's hesitation, a hot, rough hand shoved inside my bra.
"Nnh...!"
A gasp escaped me on its own. He gripped me as if he had been dying of thirst and meant to slake it all at once. He squeezed my breast hard, then released it and swept his palm gently down along my ribs — slowly, as if savoring every line of my body.
I didn't pull away. I didn't resist. Neither the roughness nor the gentle stroking felt wrong. If anything, it felt like a reward I had been waiting for.
Because I'm a woman... because I'm a woman...
I was a woman now. There was nothing strange about this at all.
Kyle's gaze traveled between my face and my body. Then he scooped an arm around my waist and laid me on the bed in a single motion. He unhooked the clasp behind my back, stripped the bra away, and tossed it off the bed. Every movement was desperate. Heat clung to every breath he took.
Then he covered my body with his own.
"Sera..."
His voice, low and murmuring, sank into my ear. He crossed my wrists and pinned them with one hand, then dragged his lips down the side of my neck — the hollow of my throat, my collarbone, the swell of my chest. Lips and tongue, and now and then the sharp edge of his teeth, took turns sending current through my skin.
"Hah...! Not... there..."
The sensation of being licked down a body I was feeling for the first time. The faint, ticklish texture of his tongue was driving me insane. I tried to push him away, but there was no strength left in my voice, and my body was pulling him closer instead.
He didn't miss that reaction. The tongue that had traveled down the curve of my breast climbed the slope and found the peak.
"Hnh...!"
A hot, soft tongue brushed my left nipple. Then he swept it upward, slow and deliberate.
"Hyaah?!"
Every ridge of his tongue dragged across the tip. A moan spilled out of me and my whole body went taut. It was a stimulation on an entirely different level from his hands. And he wasn't finished.
He released my wrists, cupped my ribcage, and drew my nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue.
"Hnn... Kyle, th-that's... you can't..."
My nipple was crushed and rolled wherever his tongue went. The sensation was so eerie and so lewd that I grabbed his hair with both newly freed hands and pulled.
"Why not."
Kyle pulled off just long enough to answer, then took my left nipple back into his mouth. And then, as if my resistance displeased him, he gave the stiff peak a light bite.
"Aaahn...!!!"
My body jerked as if I had been shocked. An unfamiliar pleasure seeped in through the pain. No... I knew now. This was a woman's pleasure.
Watching my reaction, Kyle smiled and kept going. He soothed the nipple he had bitten with the lightest flick of his tongue, and pinched the right one between his fingers.
"Don't... it's weird..."
I shook my head from side to side, fists clenched in his hair. Pleasure so intense it was frightening — just like what I had felt in the dungeon yesterday.
"You can just take it. You're a woman, after all."
Kyle whispered it while rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The words pierced straight through me, like permission not to fight the pleasure crashing in.
"..."
As if by magic, my body went still. He was right. What had I even been afraid of? Why had I been refusing this? I was a woman now. My head stopped shaking. The strength drained from the hands fisted in his hair.
"That's it. Good girl."
Seeing me let go of my resistance, Kyle praised me in a low voice. Hot breath settled over my nipple. What followed was a gentler stimulation — his tongue tracing lightly around the areola. He gradually widened his range, from the nipple down the underside of my breast, then a wet trail all the way to my sternum. Both hands gripped my sides firmly, and the tip of his tongue kept traveling lower.
"Hnn... hnn..."
I watched it happen in a daze, breathing sounds I didn't recognize.
"Hih?!"
A hot, wet sensation brushed my navel. Kyle's tongue paused there and slowly pressed into that small hollow. The soft, yielding contact seemed to echo all the way into my belly.
"Auuuh..."
He lingered over my navel for a long time, then, apparently satisfied, continued downward — a long, wet path that had already traveled my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, my nipples, my sternum, my navel. But as if this were not the end, Kyle moved the hands that had been on my sides down to my hips. At the same time, his tongue skimmed below my navel.
"Kyle... not there..."
At my words, the tongue that had been following the curve of my lower belly climbed back up. He licked up from just below my navel, threatening to go lower without quite doing it, refusing to let the tension break.
After teasing me like that for what felt like forever, he seemed to make up his mind. He pinned my hips firmly with both hands, eased my pajama pants down just enough, and gave a light lick to the sensitive skin just above. Heat bloomed across skin that had gone cool, and my body flinched on instinct.
Not there. I grabbed his hair and tried to push him away—
"Don't move."
At that low, dark voice, the strength went out of my legs. When I went still, he slowly continued pulling my pants down. The fabric slid over my hips and caught below my knees, leaving my panties exposed. I could hear how aroused he was in every breath.
"Pretty."
At that word I reflexively pressed my thighs together and hurriedly covered myself with my right hand. It was a compliment, surely — but shame hit me first.
"Don't cover it."
Kyle said it softly but firmly, and traced a slow line along my inner thigh with his fingertips. Electric sensation followed that path, and my back arched on reflex.
"Hah... don't..."
But the words had already lost all their force. The hand gliding so smoothly between my thighs melted every last scrap of resistance. In an instant Kyle spread my legs and buried his face between them.
The moment his face pressed between my thighs, my breath cut off. Warm breath ghosted over sensitive skin, and it trembled in fine shivers.
"Kyle... you can't... not there..."
The words were a refusal, but my voice came out weak and thin. His hands held my thighs firmly apart as the tip of his tongue traced the inside of one. In the wake of that wet, burning touch, a shiver rolled through me like a wave.
"Hnn...!"
I tried to close my legs, but both thighs were held fast. I couldn't move an inch. His tongue slowly mapped my inner thigh, coming close to that place and then retreating again. The almost-touch left me panting, my thighs trembling with a dull ache.
"Kyle... please..."
A pleading voice slipped out of me on its own. But he didn't answer. Instead, he paused near the edge of my panties — and the tip of his tongue slipped just far enough to brush the sensitive flesh through the fabric. Heat spread across skin that had gone cool, and my hips jerked on their own.
He hooked the fabric aside. Cool air touched me — and then, immediately, his hot tongue.
"Ah...!"
My breath caught hard in my throat. Strength drained all the way to my fingertips. He licked me there, slowly, but with relentless focus. Every time he pressed deeper, the sensation flooded my legs, my belly, the inside of my skull. The current that had started in my thighs was swallowing my entire body in heat.
"Hahh...!!"
Before I could even catch my breath, his tongue pushed even deeper. The relentless rolling of that small, swollen place above the cleft made my whole body shake as if it might come apart. My fingers clawed at the sheets. My hips bucked on reflex. But the more I moved, the deeper and hotter that enveloping stimulation became. There was no escape. Pleasure so vicious it hurt, crashing in as hard as the strain on my body.
"Kyle... nnh... stop...!"
I forced a refusal through my lips, but the tremor at the end of my voice had already given everything away. Instead of answering, he drew a deep breath and sucked hard once more. In that instant the strength went out of my legs as if they had come undone, and my vision went white.
His tongue withdrew, then immediately plunged back in, stroking so deep it was almost cruel. The careful, ceaseless stimulation of that place blanked my mind completely.
"Ah... I can't...!!"
The cry that tore from my mouth was no longer a desperate refusal. It was a confession of pleasure coming apart. Under that endless stimulation, my back arched hard and my whole body jerked in a convulsion.
"I-I'm... c-coming..."
A hot wave crashed over me once, twice, then again and again, swallowing me whole. Wet, shuddering pulses wracked through me. The sound of swallowed breath, and every last ounce of strength draining from my fingers and toes. I could only hang onto his hands and his tongue, trembling faintly in the aftershocks pouring through me.