11. Woman in Disguise
Drip... drip...
The water droplets that had formed on the ceiling fell one by one onto the surface of the bath. Perhaps it was because of these dripping sounds that I even considered doing something.
Ibel was still curled up with her face buried in her knees. Every time those slender shoulders trembled, my conscience was stabbed with such guilt...
"...I know nothing I say will really get through to you, but I'm truly sorry. I followed you when you went out late at night."
"......."
"Since there's so much I don't know about you... I suppose I got curious in a way that's unlike me. I didn't mean to peek at your secret like this... I'm sorry."
A mix of lies and excuses—even I thought it was the worst apology.
But what else could I do? Saying "I followed you because it looked fun" would probably hurt her even more.
The sniffling continued for a while.
And then...
"I didn't want... anyone to see. Especially not you, Noah-nim."
"S-sorry. I swear the rumors will never spread. I promise."
"......."
Ibel—no, Isabella—slowly raised her head.
A face wet with moisture, and eyes brimming with tears. They were such pretty eyes.
'I'm trash for doing this to a kid like this. Absolute trash.'
The situation that forced Ibel to cross-dress. And the stories Isabella had shared with me. Putting it all together, it was clear there was a complicated backstory. The emotional scars must be immense.
And I went and did something terrible to such a child...
There's no other word for it but worse than trash.
And here I am, currently lying to this kid. I said I'd keep her secret, but Marian also saw it.
If she finds out that a brothel is that kind of place, this kid would really... Hmm.
'I'll just have to keep it a secret forever....'
Look at those soft, delicate eyes.
Even though I was the one who hurt her, her gaze still seemed to hold goodwill toward me.
"I'm glad... you'd even say that to me. The people who've seen my true self never even gave me such hollow lies. Not even my parents. Ah, though there was one person recently."
St-stop it...
You're making me feel like such trash...
"......."
The guilt moved me to action.
And the thought that maybe that "one person" was referring to me at the brothel. It seems she hasn't completely closed the doors to her heart yet.
Isabella would never guess—
That she and I have already intensely mingled bodies twice.
So there's no need to be reserved. Besides, the other party isn't some old man but a pretty woman. I've even had a few women's (?) conversations with Irene in the bath. I'll put that experience to use...!
Subtly—
I pressed my shoulder against Isabella's. Her skin was incredibly soft.
"N-Noah-nim! This is...!"
She tried to pull away in surprise, but I wrapped my arm around her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer to me.
"What's the big deal? It's just between us girls."
"B-but...."
To be honest, the phrase "between us girls" was a bit flawed. But since we looked the part, let's let it slide.
And naturally, our side breasts touched.
"......."
"......."
We stayed like that for a while without saying a word. The only sound was the droplets falling from the ceiling. And occasionally, when they fell on bare skin instead of the bath, a slight flinch.
...It would have been nice if it ended there.
'Ah... she's crying again.'
Isabella started sobbing while leaning on my shoulder.
"Sniff... sob... sniff...."
"There there. You can borrow my shoulder as much as you need."
"...Noah-nim... sob...."
"Listen while you cry. Ibel, I don't know if you'll believe me, but I truly have no thoughts about your body. This is the truth. I only fell because I was surprised."
Hermaphrodite. Futanari.
A genre that has a certain fanbase even in subculture.
To briefly list my tastes from my previous life,
I didn't like futanari paired with men, but I quite liked futanari yuri works paired with women. Not to the level of actively seeking them out, though.
Hmm... Now that I think about it, could it be that I've ended up in the position of being devoured? I've already been devoured. By this kid.
While she thrust into my pussy until she was completely satisfied.
Chuckling softly to myself, I gently stroked Isabella's sobbing head. Maybe my words felt somewhat sincere to her. The way she rubbed her head against my hand...
Only then did I feel a bit relieved. It seems she's loosened up a bit. Now if I can just comfort her properly and take her back to the church as if nothing happened, the incident will be resolved.
While stroking her head and patting her back, I looked down at Ibel.
"...Sob... Thank you... for not hating me... sniff...."
"That's my line."
"This is the first time... I've been comforted like this...."
"There there. I'll stay with you until you feel better."
Comfort through physical contact.
Our side breasts were subtly rubbing against each other. At this angle, our nipples could touch if we weren't careful. And our knees kept touching and separating repeatedly.
The physical comfort seemed quite effective, as her trembling body appeared to have calmed down. Only then could I properly see her body.
Her breasts were quite large. It was surprising how she could bind them with bandages.
And the arms and legs visible below. They looked incredibly fragile. No matter how you looked at it, this wasn't a body that should produce monstrous strength.
Then suddenly, I saw something beneath the rippling water surface. Between her legs, a reddish color darker than skin tone.
'...Could it be erect?'
Uh... hmm...
Given that we were rubbing breasts against each other, it was probably natural. If so, what was Isabella thinking about right now?
The comforting words I was giving her? Or...
Since she had a penis and it was even erect, no matter how delicate a woman Isabella was, her body couldn't help but get heated.
At a glance, it didn't look like a half-hearted erection.
She seemed to be trying to cover it with her legs out of embarrassment... but from this angle, I could see it clearly.
After waiting for about 20 more droplets to fall, I whispered softly in her ear.
"If you've calmed down a bit, how about we get up?"
"...Yes."
But despite answering, neither of us moved. We were checking each other's reactions.
"Uh... aren't you getting up...?"
"I thought we'd go out together, but Ibel, since you weren't moving, I stayed still. Should I go out first?"
"...Yes."
Even as time passed, the erection hadn't subsided.
The glans of this kid's member still peeked out between her legs. She probably planned to wait until I left the bath before coming out.
That would be a decent ending in its own way...
But my choice was different.
"Is it difficult for you to stand up right now?"
"...Huh?"
Her eyes darted around, lost. I decided to take one step further.
"I'm asking if you're erect right now."
"......!!"
It's a feeling.
Let's consider today as an outcall service. Anyway, today's events will be our secret.
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"N-Noah-nim... Ah, no... this is...."
This must be a dream.
This has to be a dream. Otherwise, I couldn't possibly understand the current situation.
Isabella was sitting in the bath. With her legs slightly spread. And between them—
"Really. It's unnecessarily big. Your thing."
"Ahhht...."
Noah was touching Isabella's cock with her hand.
The noble elf. The great mage. Someone everyone in Bellua held in high regard. Why such a person had followed her was a mystery...
But now that wasn't the important question.
Why was such a person touching her cock? That was what mattered.
'She keeps touching only the sensitive parts...!'
The touch of her hands, holding the shaft with both hands while rubbing the glans with her thumbs.
She couldn't escape.
Her strength was leaving her body.
Isabella took in Noah with her eyes.
Slender, white shoulders. A fine jawline with water droplets. The droplets falling from her chin touched her full breasts. And the pink nipples protruding at their tips.
Past the slim waist to the cute belly button.
Noah's smooth thighs visible beneath the water surface and the triangular area between her groin...
Lewd. An extremely lewd body.
"...Is it getting bigger here?"
"Ah, no. This is... Noah-nim... please...."
Her words and actions were complete opposites.
'I want to cum... I want to cum....'
'No... if I stay like this...!'
If she stayed like this, she would ejaculate toward Noah. Despite all the disgraceful things she'd shown, that was the one thing she didn't want to do. But even as she thought that, her body followed its instincts...
And Noah didn't seem to have any intention of letting go.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. It's just instinct, isn't it? You wouldn't be able to dress properly like this anyway."
"...B-but... for Noah-nim to do such things...."
"Hmph. How old do you think I am? This much is nothing."
With those words, Noah completely wrapped her hand around the glans.
Holding the shaft steady with her left hand, she began tormenting the cock with her right hand, focusing on the glans.
Slap, slap, slap—
Her wrist snap was so fast that you could even hear the splashing sounds.
"Ah, hng! N-Noah-niim...! Th-this feels weird... Ha, haat...!"
"Just cum already."
"Ah, aaaaah—! Noah-nim! Noah-nim!!"
Just as her mind was going blank...
Various thoughts crossed Isabella's mind.
'Is Noah-nim someone with a lot of experience...?'
'What will my relationship with Noah-nim be like from now on...?'
'Is it really right to just cum like this...?'
Squirt, spurt, spurt—!
Isabella ended up ejaculating thick semen onto Noah's palm.
The end of the maddeningly pleasurable sensation was emptiness.
In other words, post-nut clarity.
As she hung her head in pointless self-reproach, Noah whispered softly in her ear.
"I'll take you as my disciple for now. Stay at the church until you feel comfortable. Don't even think about leaving out of embarrassment."
"......."
Splash, splash.
Noah leisurely exited the bath. Isabella's gaze followed her as if in a daze.
It goes without saying, but
Noah was a woman beautiful even from behind. Silver hair clinging to her back. A slim waist leading to incredibly firm buttocks.
Even though she had just ejaculated, her cock twitched immediately.
"Come out slowly when you've calmed down."
"...Yes."
Isabella instinctively looked at Noah's buttocks. On the right cheek was a noticeable mole. It felt somewhat familiar...
'It must be my imagination.'
She shouldn't have any impure thoughts about her master. That was Isabella's judgment.