The Daily Life Descending into Corruption (6)
The Daily Life Descending into Corruption (6)
The memories from after that were hazy.
Still, I could remember that I spent the weekend living a ruinous life.
Memories with sporadic gaps in the middle. Most of the parts I could remember were filled with memories of playing with the dildo.
Riding the dildo in cowgirl position and slamming my hips down bang♥ bang♥, or thrusting the glans deep inside and rubbing grind grind♥ to stimulate the cervical os.
Like elementary school boys teasing a girl they like, I diligently tormented my pussy with the dildo in that way. The masochistic pussy accepted all the affectionate, mischievous torment as pleasure.
Every time the dildo wriggled once inside the pussy, I came, squirting pussy juice squirt squirt♥.
Meanwhile, time passed quickly. It wasn't simply because I was engrossed in something I enjoyed that time flew by.
The parts I couldn't remember in between were blank spaces created either because the pleasure pierced through the limit my brain could accept, or because I fell asleep as if fainting from simple accumulated fatigue.
I close my eyes and open them, and day and night have changed.
When sleepy, I lie down and poke with the dildo, then fall asleep as if the film cuts out; when my body feels stiff, I do squats on the dildo.
When hungry, I hastily prepare instant food and eat while sitting on the dildo chair.
They say the three basic human desires are appetite, sleep, and sexual desire. I realized anew how true that statement is.
Eating, sleeping, and climaxing. Satisfying time, 150% faithful to desire.
Such time passes by far too quickly. Saturday, Sunday, and soon—
"Ah, damn sun, that crazy thing rose again."
Monday.
The previous night, I climaxed until late at dawn, then fell asleep as if fainting, and when I opened my eyes, shadows were cast in the room.
A leisurely late morning. A time closer to lunch than breakfast.
Groooan-♥
"Eugh♡"
I slowly raised my body, which was sprawled on the bed. As I curled my body forward, the pushed-in dildo firmly press♥ed against the cervical os.
Due to the persistent stimulation over two days, the cervical os had become one of the most sensitive erogenous zones.
And that was firmly pressed by the Extreme Dildo. The pussy, immediately twitching as if the heat button had been pressed.
My body was so heated up that the desire to start pounding right away surged up.
"Haa...♡"
I firmly suppressed the soaring desire. If I recklessly started masturbating now, it was clear I wouldn't be able to finish even by the end of today.
Having experienced spending a day like that yesterday, I could be sure.
Yesterday was the weekend, so it was fine, but if I did that today, it would be a bit problematic.
Because I had to attend class, perform the basic duty as a student.
Calming my body that seemed about to go into heat any moment, I opened the window wide.
Ventilation for the first time in 5 days; the refreshing spring wind pushed out the Female Scent that had been continuously maturing in the room.
Late morning, close to lunch; the air, warmed and tepid by the sunlight, was just the right temperature.
My body, which had been about to heat up, cooled down a bit.
"Unggrugh♡"
Taking advantage of my body cooling down a bit, I grabbed the dildo stuck between my thighs with both hands.
Carefully pulled out the Extreme Dildo so as not to unnecessarily stimulate my pussy.
Pop♥
The dildo that had been inserted in the pussy for over 40 hours finally came out.
Even though it was just a dildo, the Female Scent, which I had somewhat removed earlier, seemed to fill the room again.
"Puhuwoo..."
The pressure from the Extreme Dildo pressing down on my lower abdomen disappeared. It became easier to move, but a vague emptiness remained in my lower abdomen.
"When am I going to clean all this up..."
Before the desire to fill that emptiness arose, I first looked around the room.
Two days... no, three... or was it four...? Anyway, traces of the sex life I had enjoyed mindlessly for a long time remained all over the room.
At this rate, I wouldn't be able to use the furniture in the entire room.
"Let's take a bath."
I headed to the bathroom first.
Frankly, the most serious condition in this room was my body, which had endured all that violent stimulation.
The love juice that had glistened all over my body had lost all moisture, dried up, and gave me a sticky, clammy feeling.
All the hair on my body, including my head hair, had absorbed the love juice and then dried naturally, becoming twisted and brittle.
And sweat—it was utterly unreasonable to expect not a single drop of sweat on my body, which had moved incessantly for the past few days.
Sniff sniff on my shoulder; a severe sweat odor, noticeable even to myself, stabbed my nose.
The problem was that even that only felt like Female Scent.
Even though I filled my nose with the sweat smell, it wasn't particularly unpleasant. It was sweat, but it was a pleasant, sweet scent.
"What kind of messed-up body is this?"
Doesn't sweat smell like pheromones that attract people?
Even if the pussy is poked almost like assault, it reaches climax.
Even after climaxing continuously for three days without a single break, it's fine.
"I really don't get it."
Fifteen months since becoming a woman.
I still don't understand this body, and I poured warm water over it.
I rushed to handle the housework I hadn't done because I was absorbed in masturbation for three days.
Washed my dirty body, tidied the messed-up house, finished the piled-up dishes, took out the accumulated trash.
"Finally, they're all dry."
I also collected the laundry I had hung out.
The clothes and bag that had been soaked in semen and love juice last week could finally be used again. No matter how many times I washed them, the semen smell just wouldn't come out, so I struggled a bit with the laundry.
...It's a secret I'll take to the grave that, lured by the faintly remaining semen smell, I ended up masturbating with my nose buried in them several times, forcing me to wash them again.
A pleasant sunshine smell and a sweet fragrance wafted from the clothes, which were almost like new.
The sunshine smell is understandable since they were properly dried in the sun, but where did the sweet smell come from? I don't remember spraying any perfume or such.
A smell I remember smelling somewhere before.
"...Ah."
Realizing the unexpected truth, I couldn't help but blush.
The sweet smell coming from the clothes was the same as the fragrance of the love juice I had squirted on them.
Wondering if this was really true, I buried my nose in them and sniffed several more times, but it was undoubtedly the smell of my love juice.
It was the smell that filled the room so intensely it made my nose tingle, so why hadn't I noticed?
"What do I do about this?"
Even if I say I'll wear different clothes, this is my only school bag.
The only consolation was that the love juice smell acted as a kind of deodorizer, helping to remove the semen smell.
And that the love juice smell was pleasant. Who would think it's the smell of love juice upon smelling this? At most, they'd think it's a nice perfume smell.
The problem is shame.
If I go to school carrying this... I'll end up showing off my love juice smell at school.
"...♡"
Ah... come to think of it, maybe it's not bad?
If I just keep my mouth shut, no one will know, right?
The fact that there's a perverted girl in the lecture hall attending class together, wafting the smell of love juice all around...♡
"...Thinking about it, that probably won't do."
A memory surfaced of learning that one of the secondary symptoms of the TS disease is cases where body fluid smells change into pheromones that attract the opposite sex.
Also, because of this, the case of a certain TS disease Mutated who was gang-raped in a sealed-off subway during the evening commute.
I've never been told I have such symptoms during the regular health checkups I receive, but just in case. Being careful won't hurt.
Instead of my school bag, I packed the sling bag I used when traveling.
Perhaps because it was something I used during my time as a man, it was a bit big for my current body to use. But thanks to that, I could fit pads or books inside.
"I'm leaving."
I greeted the empty house and went out.
The current time was afternoon, well past lunchtime. But there wasn't much time left until class started.
Having hastily eaten dinner last night and skipping breakfast, I had no energy.
I solved lunch with a hamburger at a fast-food place near the school and trudged trudge trudge up to the lecture hall.
"I'll take attendance."
When I arrived, the Professor-nim was already calling attendance. I thought I had plenty of time, but it was incredibly close.
"Lee Jin-ah?"
"Yes."
But still, well, I wasn't late.
I kept thinking to myself, "Thank goodness," as I sat down.
Second row edge, I returned to my usual seat.
Even while taking out my things, my eyes were fixed ahead.
The center seat in the first row was still empty.
"Han Chae-eun?"
"......"
As expected, no answer came back.
She was absent again today.
"Does anyone have Miss Han Chae-eun's contact information? Please contact her. If she's absent just one more time, she'll get an F grade."
The Professor-nim muttered that it would be a waste of her grades to fail her like this.
By this point, it was really strange.
'Where is she and what is she really doing?'
No matter how much I thought about it, it could only remain speculation.
"Today's coverage is..."
The Professor-nim's words as he formally began the class. I cleared away unnecessary distracting thoughts and started focusing on the Professor-nim's words.
'Is she okay?'
Distracting thoughts aren't something that go away just because you clear them away.
I couldn't concentrate on the class the entire time.
Her smiling face occupied a corner of my heart.
A dark room with all lights turned off.
Blackout curtains were drawn over the windows, so even though it was daytime, no light could enter the room.
Swish-♥ Swish-♥
In the complete darkroom, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh echoed unusually loudly.
Feminine, slender fingers stroked the flesh pillar made of fabric.
Fingers gliding smoothly due to the pre-cum.
"Hheup♡"
Each time, the owner of the flesh pillar swallowed a moan. That voice was so thin it was hard to believe it belonged to a man.
It wasn't just the voice. Plump buttocks, breasts not large enough to be ashamed of anywhere, a slender waist.
The smoothly curved lines the owner of the cock boasted were feminine no matter where you looked. But only the cock, which twitched largely, scattering pre-cum with each moan, was denying that she was female.
"Hyaak♡ Coming♡ Feels good♡♡"
The feeling rising from the lower abdomen, welling up from the root, as if about to piss heavily.
She moved her hand busily, as if urging on the rising urge to ejaculate.
"Cumming♡♡♡♡♡"
Splurt♥♥♥ Sploosh♥♥♥
Splllllllurt♥♥♥♥
She let it out without holding back the urge to ejaculate.
Semen spurting from the urethra covered the upper body on her chest.
Falling thud thud on the floor, sticking splat to the ceiling—the horrifyingly textured milky white fluid.
"......"
The woman... no, the futanari who was blankly staring at this, let out a sigh, embracing it.
I, Han Chae-eun.
Had now been immersed in my cock for three weeks without going to school.
"Where did it start going wrong..."
To know that, I have to go back three weeks ago.
Back to that time when I woke up from a short sleep and found a cock had grown.