A Destructive First Encounter (5)
A Destructive First Encounter (5)
So much had been splattered inside that the pussy, unable to swallow all the semen received from the male, gushed and gushed, vomiting out the white, highly viscous fluid.
The crotch, barely visible between the breasts she was holding and spreading apart, was nothing short of violent.
The pussy, having fully absorbed the violence wielded by the male, was clenched tightly shut as if asking when it had ever bitten down on a cock. As if denying the past where it had been mercilessly violated by that cock.
Yet, the milky-white fluid seeping out because the pussy couldn't contain it all shoved that reality, which it had tried so hard to deny, right in its face. This pussy... my pussy had been indiscriminately violated by that huge, futanari cock.
Over and over, and over again. It had been ejaculated into the cervical os, filling the inside of the vagina with semen.
"If I'm not careful, I could get pregnant... when was my last period again...?"
Calculating backwards from the last period, at least today wasn't a dangerous day.
But that was no reason to relax. According to the sex-ed I vaguely remembered from way back, I knew there was no such thing as a non-dangerous day for a woman.
A woman's body could get pregnant anytime semen was ejaculated into her pussy.
Back then, I should have been worried about getting someone pregnant...
"Uuungh..."
First, I pushed aside the unnecessary thoughts and focused on reality.
'The semen, I need to get it out quickly...'
I moved my fingers between my thighs.
"Euk..."
The tips of my fingers, chilled by the cold night air, touched my warm, throbbing thighs. Enduring the strange sensation from the coolness of my fingers, I swept them upwards along my thighs.
The semen and love juice smearing on my hand. Where it all came from... I really didn't want to know.
The unpleasant sensation made me want to rinse my hands in water immediately, but I was going to get them dirty while poking around in my pussy anyway, so whatever.
Knowing it was futile, I continued sweeping my fingers upward. Past the plump thighs slick with semen and love juice, all the way to the crotch.
"Hoo..."
I could tell just from the tactile sensation that the very tip of my fingernail had touched the pussy slit.
One deep breath, and one mental preparation.
I pushed my finger into the slit.
"Uung...?"
Ridiculously, I failed. My finger slid off the surface of the slit, coated with slippery fluid.
Trying again yielded the same result. This time, my finger slipped and went the wrong way, forcing me to find the slit again.
It's not like I'm some virgin boy trying to put his dick in a girl's pussy for the first time.
With a feeling like my sanity was evaporating a little, I tried again.
Sliiide-
Failed again this time.
"Ah, come on...!"
It's urgent right now. I need to scrape out the semen immediately.
I resented this body that wouldn't obey my will even at this moment.
My finger, shoved in hastily with an impatient heart.
"Ah, huk!"
This body, absurdly clumsy yet exceedingly finicky, didn't allow even that. A sharp pain that felt like it was splitting my body in two.
I didn't even have this kind of pain when I was raped.
How on earth did that unnie do it...?
Taking a step back by briefly withdrawing my finger from my pussy, I recalled her movements from my memory.
"Hhuung... hhuuung...♡"
When I imitated that, my pussy easily allowed the invasion of my finger. The vagina contracting on its own and the feeling of my lower abdomen tightening were just bonuses.
"Hhuuee..."
By this point, a sense of absurdity rose up before any excitement.
Is it because I'm a fake woman who's only been female for about a year?
I still don't understand this body.
A pussy so cheap it climaxes easily to a stranger's touch, yet rejects my own finger.
"I don't know... I don't knooow..."
Anyway, the finger went in.
The pussy clinging tightly to the finger, squeezing it chook chook.
"Hhuuuu...♡"
It's hot, warm, wet, and slippery, and it feels good.
So this is how it feels when a finger goes into a pussy...
It felt like this body wasn't my own. If I had fully adapted already when I was a man just a year ago, that would be something only a female could do...
I hadn't fully adapted yet due to the difference in the years I'd lived. My own perception also still recognized me as a man.
The pussy accepted the finger, and the finger was inserted into the pussy.
The finger that's been attached since my days as a man is definitely mine, but the pussy that suddenly appeared a year ago doesn't feel like mine.
Maybe because of that, or something. Even though I'm now neither a virgin nor a man, this expression might be strange, but.
It felt like having a first experience.
Me, a man, being invited to my long-term girlfriend's house for the first time, following her in as she goes to wash up first, pinning her against the wall... and slowly caressing her, that kind of feeling.
Expressing affection like that, and after a long caress, my girlfriend, heated up to the boiling point, pleading for me to put a finger in...
Squelch...
"Ah, fuck."
Thinking about what my finger was touching made my excitement vanish completely.
Shattering the virgin fantasy I was only having in my head was a measure to protect my sanity.
If it were like my fantasy, it would mean that girlfriend had someone else's semen in her pussy and seduced me to bed.
A story worthy of an #NTR tag. A story that would make anyone with normal sexual preferences vomit blood.
"Uuung...♡"
Feeling a severe sense of reality-check, I switched my thoughts.
What am I thinking... what am I thinking?
"Hhug...hh...♡"
Uung... the finger feels good...
It's slippery so it slides in easily. It doesn't hurt.
Squelch... squelch...
I think I'm getting a little feverish... maybe...?
"Haht!"
Wait, I almost got lost in the pleasure from the pussy my finger was pushed into.
I'm not this kind of lewd girl.
Different thoughts, different thoughts.
The kind of thoughts one might have while removing semen injected during rape...
"Haaa... how did it come to this..."
Forcing my eyes away from the pleasure, there was only one direction for me to turn my gaze.
The question I've been asking myself for nearly a year. A thought that hits particularly hard now, after being pussy-raped by someone I've never seen before.
My life, where on earth did it start going wrong.
The answer to that question always converged on one response.
About a year and three months ago from now... that is, around February of last year.
The day after receiving a call that I had been placed on the waiting list for a university I had ambitiously applied to, based on a fairly good college entrance exam score.
'Oowuu... my body... why is it so heavy...'
'My hair...? And my voice, why...?'
'...Ah.'
'Mom!!!!!'
It was from the day I changed into a woman overnight because of an illness.
The official name is Physiological-Sex Trans Syndrom.
In Korean, Physiological Gender Swap Syndrome.
Abbreviated as PSTS.
Colloquially, the ts disease.
It was the name of the disease that completely changed the lives of countless people, including me.
The pathogen, mechanism of action, progression, place of origin, prevention, treatment. Everything is unknown, a disease that modern medicine dares not even attempt to identify.
But exactly one thing. The symptoms were clearly known.
Unlike other diseases that break the human body, a symptom that breaks a person's life more than any other illness.
Those infected with the ts disease have their innate biological sex swapped.
People who were women become men.
And people who were men, become women.
I belonged to the latter case.
The man Lee Jin-uk was reborn overnight as the woman Lee Jin-ah.
The only saving grace was that the timing of my infection was quite good.
The point I contracted the disease was about a year after the existence of the ts disease was first confirmed.
During that time, special laws and welfare systems for ts disease patients had taken root in society.
It was around the time when social discussions about ts disease Mutated had somewhat concluded, and a social safety net for those whose lives were turned upside down in an instant, though not perfect, had at least been laid out.
Right after waking up in the morning, I went to the hospital, received a ts disease diagnosis, and was told about potential aftereffects and things to be careful of while living as a woman.
I went to the community service center, reported the infection, filed for identity correction, and received explanations about the welfare and systems prepared for ts disease patients, and the procedures to come.
There was hardly any trouble. The system was somewhat in place.
But there were areas that a 'somewhat' established system couldn't cover. Parts where social consensus hadn't yet been reached.
For example, like my college entrance.
You could say I was unlucky, but.
The unfair treatment I suffered back then was something that could never be understood with just those words.
The absurd situation where the registration period for the university I had barely made the waiting list for was completely swallowed up by the period during which my gender was being corrected.
I suffered the nonsensical event of being unable to register for university due to lack of proper identity, despite successfully completing 12 years of arduous journey.
A blind spot outside the range that the 'somewhat' established system could cover.
So I did Jaesu.
As a result of Jaesu, I succeeded in entering a university one tier above the one I had originally gotten into, but.
The good result didn't justify the process that was truly deathly difficult.
Having entered university after an even more grueling Jaesu life than my original attempt, I was honestly a bit worn out.
I thought this must be what burnout, something I only saw in shorts, was like.
What's the point of me trying so hard.
When the result is determined by something in a realm I can't do anything about anyway.
I don't need to try. The result is already decided, and I'm not the one deciding it.
This is my limit...
I was always immersed in that kind of skeptical thinking.
A sense of emptiness always weighed heavily on my chest, and lethargy followed me wherever I went.
Feeling no interest in anything, mechanically going back and forth between school and home, getting tired of the repetitive life, blaming myself for meaninglessly spent days without learning, and becoming isolated among people.
Slowly but surely, and definitely.
I was withering away.
I vaguely felt that continuing like this was dangerous.
But since the terrible lethargy that nothing would change no matter how hard I tried enveloped my body, I couldn't do anything.
Ah, I guess I'll die like this.
Around the time I had somewhat accepted that feeling as my fate.
"Ahht♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ I'm coming♡ I'm coming♡♡♡"
Today's events happened.
The huge futanari cock that mercilessly turned my insides upside down.
The violent experience of being raped by a strange futanari unnie while walking down the road shattered not only my pussy, but also the emptiness and lethargy that had been heavily weighing me down.
The pressure, the fullness... that I thought only broke people, hitting my brain directly without giving room for complex thoughts...
...And above all else.
Pleasure.
Something was trying to ignite within the wreckage of emotions destroyed by the futanari cock.
-Squelchsquelchsquelchsquelch♥
"I'm coming♡I'm coming♡Co, com♡ Cooominngg♡♡♡"
Pshoooot-♥
Dooosh♥ Pyubyubyut♥♥
Something as hot as the fountain of love juice spraying from my pussy.
It reignited a fire in my heart that I thought had burned everything out and grown cold.
Still just a tiny spark, a spark I couldn't even perceive myself.
"One more time...♡"
The spark brought by the intense first experience began to grow little by little.