The First Weekend (2)
Bella
"Ah… that is…."
The person standing in front of the door was a black-haired woman who perfectly embodied the term literature girl.
Timid gaze, slightly hunched shoulders, glasses. And yet, beneath that loose, oversized clothing hid an impressively large pair of breasts.
Her name… was Bella. I managed to remember it without trouble.
Bella was actually one of the instructors currently teaching literature at the academy. I had never attended her class, but I vaguely recalled hearing about it during one of my sexual relief sessions.
I delivered the news to her directly.
“I’m sorry, but today is my day off.”
“…Pardon?”
“Exactly what I said. It’s a holiday. A day off. The hypnosis is completely lifted right now, so I’m fully in my right mind.”
“Ah….”
Bella’s face shifted into the delayed realization typical of someone caught off guard.
“No wonder Lady Winter’s aura felt different from usual… so that was why.”
“Um… I know you don’t mean any harm, but please don’t call me ‘Lady Winter.’”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s a feminine honorific! I’m a man!”
The sudden surge of emotion made me shout, causing my enormous breasts—too heavy to lift with one hand—to jiggle violently.
“….”
“….”
“Uh… Lord Winter?”
“…Just do whatever’s comfortable for you.”
Suddenly everything felt utterly pointless.
No, no. I can’t let this go.
I had to stay sharp. I was a man. This female body was just a temporary status effect—like a debuff in a game.
The problem was that I couldn’t see any way to remove it. Was this a broken game?
“Anyway, I obviously can’t provide sexual relief today, so you should head back. I know it might be disappointing, but if it’s just about getting off, you can handle that yourself, right?”
“Ah….”
Bella’s cheeks flushed crimson.
“Y-you mean… through masturbation….”
It was the first time I’d actually heard someone use that exact phrasing.
“Yes, through masturbation.”
After saying it out loud, I wondered if I had sounded unnecessarily cold.
It wasn’t that I disliked Bella. Today was simply my day off.
“…If you just want to talk or something, that’s fine. You can go take care of yourself and come back later.”
Once she relieved her sexual frustration through self-pleasure, her interest in me would probably fade anyway. Still, there was a difference between me driving her away and her losing interest on her own.
“Then… would it be alright if I… did it here?”
Huh?
“I-it’s just… doing it alone in an empty room feels… If I could look at Lady Winter while doing it, it would probably be… much easier….”
“….”
Well, that made sense. There probably weren’t any proper masturbation aids in this world.
Sure, they might exist somewhere, but it was hard to imagine a girl rushing to the academy thinking, Oh no! I need to stop by the shady back alleys of the city and buy some erotic pictures first!
And if someone asked whether my body could serve as adequate material…
I glanced down at myself.
Yeah. More than enough.
Honestly, if I ever returned to being a man and somehow got my hands on a photo of this body, I was confident I’d jerk off to it dozens of times. It was that violently erotic.
“Haa….”
I let out what must have been my umpteenth sigh of the day and invited Bella inside.
“Come in for now.”
“Ah, y-yes… thank you….”
I didn’t think Bella would suddenly pounce and rape me. People with that kind of intention always had a certain look in their eyes.
A glint. Like their rational fuse had blown. There was a distinct gleam. Bella didn’t have it.
And sure enough, even after stepping into my room, she simply stood there, fidgeting awkwardly.
“Um… where should I sit?”
“Oh.”
There was a desk in the room, but it didn’t seem like the ideal spot for masturbation.
Come to think of it, do I really need to let her do it in my room?
But if I went to Bella’s room on my day off, that would feel even weirder. If I got caught by the others on the way, it could turn into a serious problem.
At least Bella was human, so even with the hypnosis lifted, I could… well, not exactly handle her, but still.
Honestly, if I saw Laia’s forearm-thick canine cock or Chacha’s massive horse dick in my current state, I was pretty sure I’d scream like a little girl.
“Just sit on the bed for now.”
If she was going to masturbate, she might as well be comfortable.
Bella carefully lowered herself onto my bed with an apologetic expression.
I recalled that Bella actually held quite a high social status.
“Then…”
Bella looked at me with eyes full of anticipation.
I sighed, pulled the chair from the desk, and sat down across from her.
“Go ahead. Do it now.”
What I had agreed to was simply offering my body as visual material.
“Ah. Yes…”
A flicker of disappointment passed through Bella’s eyes, but she didn’t ask for more.
“Then… excuse me….”
Still hesitant and timid, Bella untied the strings holding up her skirt.
A woman’s skirt settled onto my bed.
If I had still possessed the gender I was born with, this situation would have been incredibly exciting. Unfortunately, I no longer had the male organ required to embrace a woman.
And then.
“Huu…”
Bella lifted her skirt, revealing the cock-curtain she had been hiding, along with her underwear.
For a moment, I was utterly dumbfounded. Bella was wearing thin pink women’s panties, and the grotesque, monstrous cock typical of futanari created such a strong sense of dissonance that it was almost surreal.
But when I thought about it again, it made perfect sense.
She couldn’t exactly go without underwear, and she obviously couldn’t wear men’s trunks either.
Damn…
Still, was that really necessary? Bella’s cock was so huge that her panties had essentially become nothing more than a ball-cover.
From the foreskin-wrapped glans all the way to the slightly hairy base, everything had escaped the fabric. Only her round testicles were modestly covered by the pink cloth.
It was the perfect visual representation of a woman with a dick—a futanari.
Come to think of it, behind that pink fabric must be Bella’s original female genitalia—the pussy she was born with.
“Gulp…”
My mouth had gone dry. I swallowed.
“S-so… shall I begin?”
“Y-yeah. Just… comfortably… masturbate and get it over with.”
Was that the right thing to say? I didn’t know what else to tell her. Telling her to hurry up and leave felt too harsh.
True to her literature-girl image, Bella’s pale, delicate fingers wrapped around her massive cock.
All futanari possessed enormous members.
Some were especially huge, but even the smallest among them were still massive. Bella was no exception.
From tip to base, it looked like it might be around twenty centimeters. Maybe even a little more?
Its girth was also impressive. I remembered how, when I had gripped it before, my thumb and middle finger had barely met.
Ugh.
Memories. Yes, memories.
Even though I had been under hypnosis, I remembered everything clearly. That naturally included the times I had performed my “Sexual Relief Committee Member” duties for Bella.
No matter how I think about it, this setting is completely insane.
What kind of special student was this? What student in any world skipped all classes just to provide sexual relief?
Maybe I should ask them to change the setting next week? But was there really anything better?
“Um, Lady Winter.”
When I looked up at her call, Bella was watching me with an apologetic expression.
“Could you… perhaps show a little more skin?”
I looked down at myself. I was fully covered by pants and a shirt.
Even the curves of my body were visually overwhelming, but after having seen and personally explored what lay beneath the fabric, it was understandable that she felt it wasn’t enough.
Still, completely stripping felt too embarrassing. The “we’re both girls” excuse didn’t work here.
“…How about this much?”
I unbuttoned my shirt just enough to reveal my cleavage. Bella visibly swallowed. I could clearly see her slender throat tremble.
A strange feeling washed over me.
She really was lusting after me. She found me erotic. She desired me.
I did have memories of it. Memories of Bella doing all sorts of lewd things to my half-naked body.
But her reaction to such light exposure somehow made the feeling that she desired me even stronger. I didn’t understand why my own mind was reacting this way.
“…Want to see more?”
Maybe that was why.
If she wanted it that badly, showing a little more wouldn’t hurt… or so the thought went.
It was clearly a ridiculous idea. Today was supposed to be my day off.
No, it’s fine.
This was nothing more than sympathy born from the experiences I had back when I still had a dick.
The reason I felt strange looking at that fully erect cock with its glans still half-covered by foreskin was sympathy. The reason my eyes kept drifting to it was simple curiosity. The reason I kept swallowing was just because my throat was dry. That was all.
“…Here.”
I undid every button on my shirt. The fabric caught on both of my nipples, preventing it from opening further.
The cloth brushing against my nipples sent a faintly sweet sensation through me.
“This should be enough, right?”
“Haa… huu…”
Bella’s gaze was fixed on my breasts. Her right hand was stroking her cock.
But no matter how I looked at it, her technique seemed clumsy.
Of course, even among men there were differences in speed, pressure, and preference. Some liked it fast, some slow. Some gripped hard, others gently.
But Bella’s very motion of gripping and stroking looked completely foreign to her. It was like watching a boy who had just entered puberty touching his dick for the first time.
The fact that a fully grown adult woman was doing it with a cock even larger than the one I used to have created a deeply surreal sense of discomfort.
Does she not do it often?
Among the futanari, there were some who refused to masturbate unless I was the one doing it for them. Maybe Bella was one of them.
In that case, it made sense that masturbation itself would feel unfamiliar.
Of course, since it was her own hand on her own body, she would eventually learn to stroke it properly with time, but right now…
Even I feel bad just watching this.
To see such a big, beautiful, magnificent cock being handled so awkwardly.
The way the moist glans peeked in and out from between the foreskin. The way precum gradually oozed out. The clearly defined, bulging veins.
It was pitiful. So very unsatisfying.
That wasn’t how you were supposed to handle it. If she gripped it properly and stroked with purpose, how hot and hard would it feel in her hand? And when she finally reached the edge and started to cum, how would Bella pant and gasp?
The moment of ejaculation. The moment when a male became both most merciless and most vulnerable toward a female—how would her pulse race then? What would her semen taste like? Wait, I already knew. I knew exactly what Bella’s cum tasted like.
There was a saying that familiar flavors were the most dangerous.
Though it had nothing to do with who I was right now.
“Gulp…”
So this was simply frustration. Nothing more.
And I just wanted her to finish quickly and leave.
“Should I… do it for you instead…?”