11. Woman in Disguise
11. Woman in Disguise
For the past few days, Isabella hadn't touched her onahole at all. On top of that, despite all sorts of visual stimuli causing blood to rush to her lower body, she barely, just barely, resisted masturbating.
All of that was for today's reward.
Though she had never received proper sex education, the books stored in her family's study taught her quite a lot. Not just magic or swordsmanship theory, but even obscene novels whose purpose she didn't understand.
For a girl with no friends and no proper person to talk to, those books once gave her dreams.
Dreams of a debutante.
Meeting a handsome young nobleman there by chance, becoming close while dancing, naturally becoming lovers, and someday even what comes after that...
Memories of her childhood when she dreamed such dreams.
But as she grew older, those dreams only brought her frustration. Surely, there was no man anywhere who would love a body as monstrous as hers.
Being different from others—that's what it was like.
A woman shouldn't have a penis, and a man shouldn't have a vagina. If a woman has one, it's a monstrous thing; if a man has one, it's also a monstrous thing.
That's why she thought she would live her whole life without ever experiencing a relationship between a man and a woman, without ever having sex.
That's why this is a reward.
And rewards require restraint. For the reward to truly be a reward.
"...I've passed through several cities on my way to Bellua, but I've never seen a brothel like this. Who on earth came up with the idea to make such a place? They must be an amazing person."
"Hmm. It's a perfect place for those who just want to get it out without any emotional connection. And it's cheap too."
Isabella had come back to the Ass-Wall Brothel.
And, ridiculously enough, she found herself talking to someone's butt.
"But that's the story excluding this room. If you just wanted to do it, you could have gone to another room. This one is quite expensive, you know."
"......"
Instead of answering, Isabella crawled forward on her knees a bit more. The throbbing cock between her legs was so hard it hurt. It was sending signals, demanding to be thrust into that hole right in front of her, but...
"Haha... It is expensive, I guess."
Isabella held back.
"As soon as I saw it, I thought 'this is the one,' and made a reservation. I only found out the prices of the other rooms when I made a new reservation this time."
If she just did it because she wanted to, the reward she had denied herself until now, the reward she had allowed herself for today, would feel wasted.
Roughly once a week.
Isabella wanted to leisurely enjoy this moment. She didn't want to end it like last time, fucking recklessly like a monkey in heat.
"Even if you come often, there's no discount, so just remember that. Don't come asking for a discount later just because you've come a lot, okay?"
"...Don't worry. Even if I run out of money, I'll work hard to save up and come see you regularly."
"Uh, well. But don't come here borrowing money or anything...?"
Isabella smiled faintly at the other's subtle concern. This was only their second meeting, yet strangely, she felt drawn to this person.
Somehow, a person she felt safe confiding her secrets to.
Even though the other had said this wasn't a place for emotional connection, Isabella vaguely felt an emotional pull.
This wasn't some young nobleman she'd met by chance at a debutante ball. The other was a woman, and moreover, a woman working at a brothel. A woman whose face she couldn't even see. All she could see was this butt, and yet.
"Can we take it slow today...?"
"Sure. Do as you please. You're my last customer today anyway. Better you than some sweaty old men."
"Then... thank you..."
Permission came from beyond the wall.
It meant that, for a little while at least, she could touch this butt however she wanted. Isabella grabbed the buttocks with trembling hands.
The feel of the buttocks, which she had no memory of from last time because she was so focused on inserting her cock.
Squish, squish...
The flesh was firm yet soft, feeling good. She wanted to keep touching it like this. As she squeezed both cheeks,
the buttocks naturally spread, clearly revealing the shy hole within.
"......"
"If you keep it spread open like that, even I'll get embarrassed, you know...?"
A voice came through, but it didn't properly register in her ears. Isabella gulped.
Gulp—
Her cock swelled up hard. So hard it was almost painful. And that meant it was attracted to a woman's body.
Isabella's mind could no longer imagine herself having relations with a man. The only image that came to mind was herself having relations with a woman.
She realized that the object of her sexual desire was not men, but women.
So, far from feeling any distance from a same-sex body, she unconsciously brought her nose close and sniffed.
Well, of course, she didn't press her nose against it. But that was probably just a matter of time...
Isabella brought her face close, almost touching, and smelled the butt's scent. She seemed unaware that her breath was reaching the other person. That's why she could do such shameless things without hesitation.
'...It smells sweet. Like flower scent?'
No foul odor was detected at all.
And to think the anus looked pretty. Isabella found it absurd herself. How could every nook and cranny of this butt be so pretty?
Maybe she was the weird one—
While having such thoughts, the vagina, which showed no pubic hair at all, moved as if breathing, pulsating slightly every time she kneaded the buttocks.
Staring intently, it seemed slightly wet.
During her journey, which was long yet short, Isabella had heard many stories. Most rumors came through restaurants or taverns where adventurers gathered.
Inevitably, she ended up hearing things she didn't want to...
How some women were very tight, others loose, how some had a foul odor from their lower hole. She even heard some women had disgustingly ugly genitals.
Thanks to that, she finally learned that every woman's pussy has its own characteristics. It was that very evening that she checked the appearance of her own pussy again.
So, if she dared to evaluate based on her own standards—
'Beautiful...'
Following the softly curved buttocks down to the thighs, ankles, and feet, everything looked beautiful.
Even though this was a relationship between a paid prostitute and a client, with no knowledge of each other's face or name, Isabella's heart raced.
She felt 'love,' but this probably wasn't love. Isabella steeled her heart. Because this was someone she shouldn't love. It would surely be a nuisance.
And then, like a splash of cold water, another voice came from beyond the wall.
"...You're quite the odd one too, really. How long do you plan on just breathing on my butt?"
Perhaps because her heart had calmed down. Only then did she pull her face back, seemingly embarrassed.
The words from beyond the wall were probably a hint to hurry up and finish, but Isabella wanted to enjoy this time a little longer.
So she mustered her courage and replied.
"Just a little more... If you just listen to me talk, I'll finish quickly like yesterday. I just want to talk a bit today too..."
"You don't remember how you fucked me that time, do you?"
"Haha... Well, you see..."
She answered with an awkward laugh.
Along with feeling extremely good, she only vaguely remembers the disgrace of shaking her hips like a monkey, embarrassingly.
Not wanting to bring up such an unwanted topic during their precious limited time, Isabella immediately brought up a topic that came to mind.
"Um, I held back a lot until today. That... because I wanted to do this today."
"...Want me to praise you?"
"Ah, no... It was just my mindset. Ah, more than that, this is sudden and rude, but what should I call you?"
"Me? I haven't set a specific title. Just call me Number 1. Since it's Room 1."
"Th-then, Number 1-nim."
"Whatever."
Though the answer was a bit cold, 'Number 1-nim' beyond the wall listened well to Isabella's words. Suddenly, someone's image flashed in Isabella's mind, but it vanished quickly. That person would never have any connection to a place like this.
"...I moved to a new place this time. I know it's a stupid worry, but I wasn't like this before. But since I did that, that thing with you, Number 1-nim..."
"Since we had sex, you mean."
"Ah, yes. S-since we had sex... I can't control myself. Whenever I see women, walking becomes difficult..."
It felt like some kind of strange confession.
While kneading the soft buttocks, she spilled the words held in her heart towards the butt.
Even while talking, her eyes were fixed on the butt. The anus twitched. The lower lips were getting wetter. She wanted to touch it with her finger. But she didn't have the courage to actually finger it.
Rolling her eyes around,
her gaze landed on a mole visible on the right cheek.
'You have a mole here...'
Thinking that, her mouth kept talking smoothly.
"Even though I know I shouldn't... I end up having bad thoughts about them without realizing it. Lately."
"That's your worry?"
"Huh? Because of this, I've been losing sleep lately, and it's hard to look away even while working..."
"I'll cut to the chase. There are two solutions."
"Two solutions?"
"Yeah. Simple solutions. One, just do it with them. After all that long talk, it just means you want to stick your dick in those women, right?"
"Ah, no! I, I'm not such a vulgar—!"
Isabella shouted in panic. 'Number 1-nim' replied in a teasing voice.
"I'm saying if you get the chance, do it. And if it's just thoughts, I think it's fine. As long as you don't act on them, it means you know your limits."
"......"
"And the second one. You said you held back until today. That's why. When you want to, just jerk off. Release it by masturbating. Masturbation isn't a bad thing."
Though she packaged it as a 'reward'... the reason she gritted her teeth and resisted male masturbation was simple.
She was afraid she'd get addicted.
She spaced out her visits here because she was afraid she'd get addicted to sex.
To live respectably without being laughed at by the people who gave birth to her, Isabella had resolved not to become a wretched human being.
"...I heard. You said you tried an onahole and then came here?"
"But now I'm trying to hold back a bit more."
Stubborn. If you have a wet dream, your underwear will get really sticky, you know?"
She had already experienced it several times.
So she could endure several times more. She could release her desires here. Here in Room Number 1, where someone listened to her secrets and worries, as much as she wanted.
And someday...
Holding onto the hope that someone would appear who could face her and accept her secret.