10. Hermaphrodite and Onahole
"...I've never considered having a female customer before."
To begin with, whether I liked it or not, there had never been one who came as a customer.
If this were a typical brothel, there could be female customers too. If it's just hugging and emotional exchange, there might be women who want that, right? But this place is literally a spot dedicated purely to relieving desires, where you just stick your ass out into a hole and get dicked down.
Even if a woman came to a place like this, there isn't much she could do.
[ Isabella ]
That was the name of this time's customer. Just in case, I asked Jane to confirm. Whether it was really a woman.
Her circumstances seemed a bit complicated...
Apparently, she was dressed as a man or something?
'A woman disguised as a man...?'
Could it be that even in this fantasy world, there are those who assert their mental gender? Like homo-romantic this and that...
Well, that possibility isn't very high.
If it's just lesbianism, you might find it, but in this eroge world, lesbian couples are just buildup for a 'dick intrusion'.
"By the way, the contract is um..."
The contract that magically binds me to Marianne. Since she paid money and entered this room, the contract requires me to make the customer ejaculate once.
Hmm... It shouldn't matter if it's a woman... right?
If so, it'd be easier to just handle her appropriately and send her on her way.
Jane said she looks decent, so being touched by a woman like that might actually be better.
"Heave ho...!"
As my break time was ending, I got up.
Except for unavoidable cases like the previous 10 consecutive orcs, it's only natural to keep my body clean every session. I carefully check for any traces I might have missed,
and apply scented oil between my thighs.
It's basic service, you could say.
Just like how anything that looks good and smells good is also good to eat.
If this Isabella woman is a lesbian... she'll definitely smell it, so...
After finishing all preparations, I familiarly inserted my body into the hole.
Creeeak—
Isabella entered the room on the other side of the wall.
'What kind of woman is she...?'
An immediately hesitant presence. Just from the footsteps, it was easy to guess what kind of disposition the other person had.
There are monkey-like humans who tear off their clothes as soon as they open the door and come running to stick their dick in, and there are also those who exhale creepy breaths and spend over 10 minutes just fondling the ass.
In Isabella's case,
Step... by step... she seemed lost, not knowing what to do. She clearly looked nervous.
Ahem... In cases like this, it's right for me to take the lead. If you leave these types alone, they just hesitate without realizing time passing, only getting frustrated.
So I modulated my voice and spoke.
"...A woman? Is that right?"
"Eek!"
A startled voice came from the other side. Apparently, she hadn't expected someone to speak to her from beyond the wall first.
"Ah... Yes, yep! Um, was I... a bother...?"
"No? Female customers are fine too. But you're the first female customer. Strictly speaking, should I say welcome? I prefer women over men, you see."
"Ah... Is, is that sooo..."
Hesitantly—
With the sound of feet dragging on the floor, the presence finally approached close to the wall. But that was it. Even with the ass right in front, she didn't make any other moves.
'This customer is more innocent than I thought...'
If it were Marianne right now, she might be peeking at this situation, holding her stomach and laughing. She definitely would. That voyeur pervert would do that and more.
Anyway, I don't know how this customer ended up here, but since she paid, it's only right that I provide service in my own way.
So this woman need not be nervous.
This is, after all, an anonymous space. (Except that it's being recorded by the Orb.)
Pretending to be relaxed, I slightly moved my ass and spoke.
"But are you just planning to keep watching? Conversation is fine, but this is a bit of an embarrassing position for talking."
"... Ah, no! Not embarrassing at all! Ah, I think you have a very pretty ass, ah!"
"......"
Praising my ass, huh...
This friend, I think she should give up on disguising as a man first. She has zero guts!
Isn't she the type who'd get her identity discovered by a bad-natured adventurer companion while traveling and get utterly devoured?
"I appreciate the compliment... but, didn't you come here because you wanted to try something? Feel free to... if you want to touch, then touch... Hmm. If it suits your taste, you can even lick. Whatever you like."
"... L, lick? That, that's."
Despite the seemingly startled voice, Isabella clearly came closer. That made sense because Isabella's breath was now touching my ass.
The distance felt like she was kneeling close by.
Sticking my ass out like this for a woman is new. Though it's belated, I guess I really am a pervert too. Far from being embarrassed, I'm even thinking it might be fun to play with her...
As I was pondering how to play with this woman, Isabella spoke.
I wonder if she realizes her breath is tickling my pussy right now.
"Um... Could you listen to my story for a moment...?"
"Your story? For a little while, sure, I'll listen. You must have some troubles since you came to a place like this as a woman, right?"
"... Yes."
Isabella's story began like that.
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If a third party saw this scene, they might hold their stomach, roll on the floor, and laugh for a long time. No, in fact, Marianne the voyeur who was actually watching this scene was already doing so.
[ Puhahaha! Kehk kehk! Hahahaha—! ]
She was rolling around on her bed laughing. So much that it seemed she might choke from lack of breath.
Isabella, her situation was...
In room 1, kneeling before the ass, hands clasped to her chest, muttering softly as if in prayer. In other words, she was praying toward the ass.
"Hoo..."
"Relax. Take it easy."
Isabella finally composed herself.
After all, the person beyond the wall doesn't know her. The name 'Isabella' was a name she left behind in her hometown anyway. In this city of Bellua, she planned to live as 'Ibel'...
It should be fine to confide her secret to this woman. The woman named Jane told her that what happens in this room never spreads outside.
"I... was an unloved child..."
"Starting from there?"
"I was a disgrace to the family, and I grew up without my parents' love. I was always alone."
"Hmm......"
Noah, listening to this story from beyond the wall, was at a loss for words. Who would have thought she'd tell such a deep story to someone's ass...!
At most, I thought it would be counseling about sexual identity—like developing curiosity about sex while growing up, feeling more attracted to women than men, that kind of thing.
Isabella also couldn't stop her story.
Like a sinner making a confession. For them too, the first words are usually the hardest. Once they feel the other person is listening to their story, it just flows out.
"......"
"I am someone who cannot be with a woman, and cannot be with a man either. For someone like me... to come to a place like this wanting to relieve my desires, it's truly a shameful act. That even someone like me has sexual desires..."
"Uh, hmm. Having sexual desires isn't something to be ashamed of. Everyone has them."
"No. How can someone who never received love from their parents receive love from anyone? There's no one anywhere who could love me..."
"......"
The liberation of leaving her hometown.
At the end of the joy of finally gaining freedom came emptiness. Just today, she had a somewhat enjoyable time eating street food around Bellua.
But at the end of it all, there was only herself, alone.
There's no one anywhere who would love someone like her... This ass (?) would be the same. The sight of a male appendage attached to a woman is just grotesque.
What man in this world... or woman, would love her?
Isabella's thinking was somewhat valid.
She just didn't know that as wide as the world is, there are many people with unusual sexual desires, but if you limit the category to normal people, her thinking wouldn't be wrong.
"Hoo..."
Another deep breath.
And finally, she steels herself to confess.
"The reason I came here is because I accidentally used an onahole modeled after you."
"...An onahole? A woman?"
"Yes. It's an item made for men to relieve their sexual desires, right? But... it opened my eyes..."
"......"
Was it because she had been kneeling for so long? Or because she was so nervous? Isabella stood up, putting strength into her trembling legs.
And then, she began to take off her clothes.
First, she threw off her top. Her chest, wrapped in white bandages, was revealed. When she unwound the bandages too, her voluminous breasts swayed and dropped. She seemed to exercise regularly, as they appeared firm.
Even the slight abs visible below.
Isabella didn't stop and took off her pants.
At the sound of clothes being removed, Noah pricked up his ears with a puzzled expression, imagining the scene beyond the wall. But no matter how knowledgeable Noah was about eroge, could he even imagine?
When she threw off her panties too,
Isabella's dick was finally revealed.
Swollen stiff with blood, jutting out at a right angle. It naturally touched the ass slightly.
"...Is that a hand?"
"Does it... feel like a hand?"
Gulp— She swallowed.
At this moment, Isabella was reduced to a male monkey. No male could maintain reason before this ass. Isabella too, after all, had a dick attached to her body.
Hoo... hoo...
No one had ever taught her, but she moved on instinct.
If you put your dick in that hole and move, it'll feel good...
A hole that makes the dick feel good and a dick that makes the hole feel good.
That dick is attached to her body.
Then there's only one thing to do.
"Um, excuse me...?"
"Haa... haa..."
With trembling hands, she grabbed the shaft of her own dick and rubbed the glans against the asshole for a moment,
"I... I have one too, you know..."
She inserted her dick all the way to the root.