I... I'm a Man Right Now!!!
After the wave of pleasure had swept through me, I was still catching my breath, lost in the afterglow, when Kyle slowly sat up.
His gaze bored down into me. Those eyes were still steeped in desire, as if he hadn't been satisfied at all.
Why? Hadn't he enjoyed himself plenty too?
As if answering that unspoken question, Kyle's hand went to his waist. His pants slid down without resistance, and in that instant—
"......?!?!"
My eyes went wide before I could stop them. A massive silhouette strained against his underwear, threatening to burst through — a weapon so enormous it made what I'd had in my previous life look pathetic. Anyone could tell this wasn't built for home use. This was industrial-grade.
"That... th-that's impossible! Absolutely not!!"
I snapped back to my senses and scrambled backward until I was pressed hard against the edge of the bed.
Does he want to put that in...? Inside me...?
Absolutely not. That thing would actually kill me.
"D-don't come any closer... just stay there and c-calm down for a second..."
"You were planning to finish after only you felt good?"
Kyle cut me off in a low voice as I tried to push him away in fear. That was when I understood.
When a man is aroused and his erection keeps getting stimulated, he only finds release — that intense rush of pleasure — when he comes. His lust only lets go then. Which meant Kyle... wasn't done yet. The afterglow I'd just felt was, to him, probably nothing more than the beginning.
The realization sent a cold sweat down my spine.
Kyle came toward me again as if he had no intention of considering my situation, that monstrous weapon still hanging off him. Cornered against the edge of the mattress, I thrust both hands out in front of me, desperately trying to hold him back.
"K-Kyle, please! Th-that... it won't go in."
"I'll be gentle."
But he didn't so much as flinch. Instead he approached slowly, like a predator pacing itself in front of its prey. I needed to find a way to stop him, and fast. If that thing went in, I would die, and at the same time... ah!
"I... I'm a man right now!!!"
The moment the words left my mouth, Kyle's movement stopped dead.
It worked! He'd stopped, and I cheered inwardly.
But then—
"Ha!"
A short, dismissive laugh, and he started coming toward me again.
"W... why..."
"You'd be better off thinking of yourself as a woman."
The corner of his mouth lifted at an angle.
"I have no intention of stopping."
That single sentence turned my cheer into despair in an instant. My heart dropped, and I waved both hands frantically as I rushed to speak.
"Wait, wait! That... putting it in is not happening. I'm telling you I'll actually die!"
"Then what are you going to do?"
His gaze deliberately swept downward. My mind went blank, then a desperate compromise flashed through it.
"...Th-then... I'll do it with my hand instead."
Interest flickered in Kyle's eyes at my words, but he still came closer.
"That's not enough."
Another step, and his shadow fell over me.
A hand isn't enough? Then how... ah...!
The thought that struck me then was something I really didn't want to do, but the panic of being genuinely about to get eaten alive made the words tumble out, my lips trembling.
"Th-then... I'll do it with my mouth."
In that instant, he stopped where he stood. His eyes had completely changed. He smiled with satisfaction, stepped off the bed, and said to me:
"Come here."
Kyle pointed at the floor, not the bed. I shook my head.
"Ah, no... here..."
I wanted to do it on the bed, but—
"Should I just put it in?"
I obediently followed his words. I got off the bed and carefully knelt on the floor where Kyle had pointed. In front of me was Kyle's underwear; behind me, the bed rose to about neck height for someone on their knees. As I stayed like that, his shadow fell deeply over me.
My gaze lifted of its own accord. Following that line of sight, Kyle's eyes looking down at me were heavy and greedy, as if the moment he'd been waiting a long time for had finally arrived.
When he slowly pulled down his underwear and revealed the weapon, I nearly stopped breathing. That enormous thing stood rigidly upright, drawing my eyes upward whether I wanted them to or not.
...I was really supposed to put this in my mouth?
I'd said it wouldn't go in down below, but this size looked like it would be too much for my mouth, too. My mouth would tear, or my jaw would dislocate. Even knowing that, I couldn't pull my head back.
"Should I just put it in?"
I gripped his thighs and slowly brought my face closer. As I drew near, his scent hit my nose — an intense smell, as if his usual body scent had been compressed several times over. When I hesitated for a moment, Kyle placed his hand on my head and personally guided my face toward his cock.
"Slowly."
"...Really, just a little."
My voice trembled, small.
"Mm."
Along with his answer, Kyle swept my hair back with a heavy hand. When his fingertips grazed the nape of my neck, a shiver ran down my spine. I tried to ignore that sensation and stuck out my tongue.
Right now, I am a woman. I'm only doing this with my mouth because I have no choice.
I repeated those two sentences endlessly.
The tip of the head touched my tongue. The slick fluid coating it. This was...
"Hurry up."
When I tried to think about something else, Kyle urged me on. Don't just lick it — put it in your mouth, he meant.
"Beh..."
I carefully opened my mouth. Even spreading my jaw until it ached, it still wasn't enough to take the whole thing. Slowly, very slowly, I pushed my head forward, and a hot, heavy sensation sank deep into my mouth. It was so stifling I could barely breathe, and yet Kyle's hand pressed firmly against the back of my head.
"A little more."
"I can'..."
I was already at my limit, but Kyle was trying to push more in. I mumbled that I couldn't, but he didn't seem to hear.
"Mmph....?"
At the weight trying to go deeper, the inside of my throat flinched instinctively. I held back the tears that wanted to form and tried to pull my head back slightly, but Kyle grabbed the back of my skull and pushed his hips in a little further.
"Mmph...?!"
With his shaft all the way to the back of my tongue, I couldn't breathe and started slapping at his thighs.
"Not yet."
A low, firm voice. Not yet? It already hurt, and it needed to go in more?
"Nngh-mmph."
I shook my head weakly with him still in my mouth — a signal that I couldn't take any more. Then Kyle's fingers gently stroked my hair.
"You're beautiful. Just a little more. Yeah?"
At those words, my body went strange again. The resistance seemed to melt away. The hands that had been hitting his thighs stopped, and I just looked up at him with my mouth open.
"Good girl."
Kyle smiled down at me like that. His hand slowly combed through my hair, then reached the nape of my neck. When those cool fingertips pressed lightly, my spine went rigid with a jolt. In the moment my strength tensed and then gave out, his hips thrust forward again.
"Mmph?! Ghk... khk... ghhk...!"
My breath cut off at the back of my throat, and tears streamed endlessly from the corners of my eyes. The scorching heat filling my mouth and the heavy pressure reaching deep into my throat made my whole body flinch instinctively. My tongue had already lost its space and moved unconsciously along the hot flesh. His head relentlessly striking my uvula shook even my breathing.
"Ahh... yes. Now move for me."
The moment those words fell, his hand wrapped firmly around the back of my head. And then, slowly but surely, he began to find a rhythm.
"Mmph... nngh... ghh-mmph...!"
There was no room to breathe under the weight surging back and forth. Every time the tip of my tongue was forced to move, a thick scent and heat filled my mouth. Every time he thrust deep into my throat, my vision swam, and tears ran down the bridge of my nose one after another.
"That's it... you're doing well."
When his low, rumbling voice seeped into my ears, my whole body was wrapped in a heat I couldn't explain. The will to resist and a strangely dissolving strength mixed together — a bizarre desire to see him look satisfied.
"Doesh it feel good?"
Caught in that desire, I looked up at him and asked. The moment I finished speaking — the eyes that had been softly melted just a second ago flipped savage in an instant.
"Mmph?!.. Ghhk...."
Kyle pushed his hips even further forward, shoving me — still on my knees — backward. Even when the edge of the bed behind me hit the nape of my neck, he didn't stop. My head naturally tipped back, forcing me to look up. All that entered my field of vision was the bronze skin of his abdomen.
For a moment my eyes rolled back. Kyle had planted one of his legs up on the bed. Thanks to that movement, the thick shaft that had already pushed past my uvula filled the straight line of my throat completely.
"Ghk... ghk..."
As if he'd pushed all the way in, my face pressed against his abdomen. I wanted to gag but nothing came out. The thick thing buried to the end of my throat seemed to have blocked even my windpipe.
In that moment, Kyle's hips began to move slowly. The thick thing pumped up and down deep inside my mouth, and every time it grazed my uvula a fierce stimulation flashed through me. I couldn't breathe and my whole body trembled, but there was nothing I could do except take that hot, heavy sensation as it was.
His hips gradually picked up speed. Along with the thick, wet sounds echoing from deep in my throat, scorching heat rose and fell.
"Khhk... hhhk... ghk...!"
There wasn't even a gap to swallow a breath. Between the short, broken gasps, saliva and tears tangled together and ran down to the nape of my neck. The strength left the legs I'd been kneeling on; my calves slipped out to the sides as my knees came together, and my ass slowly settled onto the floor.
Kyle, who'd been snapping his hips, grabbed both sides of my head firmly with both hands. A grip I couldn't escape, as if pinning me in place so I would take him all the way down my throat.
With every stroke the inside of my throat bent, and a dull pressure-sound burst all the way into my ears. At the heavy impact that seemed to rattle even my brain, my body flinched on its own. His breathing grew rougher. My vision was still blocked by his abdomen; I couldn't see anything else. There was only the hot, heavy rhythm coming down from above.
The speed of his hips grew faster and faster. Every time he dragged in a short, ragged breath, his fingers pressed my head down harder.
"Ha... damn..."
Along with the low breath that spilled out, his hips drove in deep. The deepest part of my throat was filled with heat, and there was no more room to retreat. In that instant, buried to the hilt, his hips trembled.
Hot fluid burst deep inside my throat. A heavy heat surging in wave after wave, a feeling of it filling me from inside my throat all the way to my chest.
"Mmph...! Ghk... hh-mmph...!"
Unable even to swallow a breath, I had no choice but to swallow it as it was. As the endless heat traveled down my esophagus, my whole body was soaked through in a single instant. His hips gave one last great twitch, and he let out a long breath.
The moment his thick, hard thing pulled out with a wet pop, I dropped my head and gagged. The liberation of my throat emptying and the sudden rush of air into my lungs made me choke, and I couldn't breathe properly.
"Khhk... cough... khhk......"
The metallic smell that rose every time I drew a breath. My throat, still scorching hot, still held his trace. Gasping for air with my head bowed, I couldn't hold myself together for a while. The slick fluid that had run down my chin slid along my neck and the front of my chest, soaking into my collar. The sound of my heart pounding rang loudly in my ears.
"Sera."
His low, heavy voice dropped from above my head. That hand caught my chin and slowly lifted my face. In the gaze forced to meet his, Kyle's eyes were still hot and sharp. The breath of a man who'd been at his peak just moments ago wrapped around my face as it was.
"You swallowed... all of it? Beautiful."
The faint smile that brushed his lips somehow made it even harder to breathe. I looked at him, unable to close my trembling lips. The heat of him still lingering deep in my throat, and the masculine presence pouring off him right in front of my face, mixed together...
I squirted one more time, soaking the floor.