My First Masturbation

I turned the phone this way and that, studying every corner of my face. The first thing to catch my eye was a pair of glittering, crimson eyes.

Unlike an albino's in real life, they had a mineral luster to them, like gemstones cut and polished by hand. The slightly upturned corners of my eyes suited that color perfectly, lending my face an otherworldly air. The look reminded me of something... ah, right—a cat.

A cat.

Wasn't there a famously photogenic cat like that? I remembered seeing pictures online of a cat more handsome than most people, animal though it was. I couldn't quite recall whether it had been male or female, but it occurred to me that if that cat turned human while keeping the same face, it would look exactly like I did right now.

I was in the middle of taking selfies with every expression I could think of when I realized a strange scent was drifting from somewhere.

"Perfume?"

Since when had the room been filled with a faint fruity fragrance? It smelled something like tangerine. It took a moment of head-scratching before I remembered: when I ordered the skinsuit, I'd written an option into the email—"Please give my body a citrus scent."

I raised my arm and sniffed at my hand. Citrus, all right. The scent was rising from every part of my body; I simply hadn't noticed until now, too busy inspecting myself all over.

What on earth had I been thinking when I wrote that into the email? And honestly—since when was making someone's natural body odor smell like fruit even possible?

A wry laugh escaped me. On my old face it would have been a full-on grimace, but the smile staring back from the phone screen was downright adorable. I watched myself smile for a while, then stuck my tongue out in a playful little bleh and lightly parted my lips into an O.

Back in high school I'd had a cavity and needed a crown on one of my lower molars, but there was no trace of it anywhere now. All I could see was a neat row of white teeth. I ran my tongue around every corner of my mouth, and it was unmistakably different from the teeth I remembered.

So it wasn't just the outside—my body's insides had been remade to match a woman's as well. The sensation when I'd touched my clit earlier said as much... Right, I'd almost forgotten. I'd promised myself I'd masturbate once the suit was fully on. Maybe that was why the lewd thought surfaced now: my face flushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hot, and my lower belly began to throb, slowly.

Back in a general-education class on Greek and Roman mythology, I'd once heard the story of a prophet who claimed that "a woman's sexual pleasure is nine times a man's" and was cursed by Hera for it. At the time I'd laughed it off as a fun bit of trivia, but now I was about to test that story firsthand. If merely brushing my clit had felt that intense, how good would proper masturbation feel?

I nudged the clothes strewn nearby off to the side and carefully sat down on the floor. Leaning my back against the wall, I stretched my legs out straight, then slowly parted them left and right. With a trembling left hand I lifted the phone and brought it between my legs—

Whoa...

A pale-pink pussy, tightly closed and without a single hair, filled the screen. It looked brand-new, like it had never once known a human touch.

Deep breath. Deep breath. Take it slow. I stretched my left hand a little farther out, adjusted the frame until everything fit on screen, then began carefully stroking my pussy with my right.

"Nnh... nngh♡"

My legs curled inward a little, and cute little moans leaked from my lips. Unlike masturbating as a man, merely rubbing the surface sent a soft stimulation deep into my core.

"Ahn♡"

No matter how hard I tried to hold it in, moans spilled from my mouth on their own. Love juices began to seep out bit by bit, wetting my fingers and working as lube that made my pussy itch all the more. This much is enough for the outside. I lifted my damp fingers and brought my thumb and index finger to my clit, pressing gently, careful not to squeeze too hard—

"Eeek?!"

My back arched forward and my head tipped back. An unstoppable moan burst out of me. Oh no. The people next door definitely heard that. What if they come over complaining about the noise and knock on my door? What excuse would I even give? No—no, never mind that. Right now I want to feel this more. More, just a little deeper.

"Nngh, aahn♡ hah... nnk!"

Every time I pinched my clit, my lower belly pulsed. I'd never understood what people meant by the womb "clenching," but now I finally got it. Each time my back bowed and pressed against the wall again, my legs curled in and stretched out in time with that rhythm. The sight of it was incredibly... lewd.

"Hyah, aahn, aaahn♡ hahnn..."

Before I knew it, my love juices were pouring out like water from a water purifier. Every time I stimulated my clit, my pussy jolted and spurted another stream, until not just my fingers but my whole hand was soaked. When I moved my fingers, a slick, squelching sound tickled my ears, and the juices gushing out with every pulse kept my eyes glued to the screen.

This is insane. Even if a woman's body is sensitive, this is too much—something's wrong. What is it? Did they install some strange device in the suit? As I clung to my fading consciousness and desperately searched for an answer, the contents of my email flashed through my mind like a near-death montage.

Citrus scent... red eyes... slender fingers... superb athletic ability...

Ah, there it was. I distinctly remembered how I'd written the final line.

"Please make it as lewd as possible."

"I caaan't♡ this feels too—nnh—good♡"...

I flung the phone aside, cupped my breast from below with my left hand and lifted it, then bowed my head and greedily sucked at my nipple—even knowing full well no milk would come. I rolled the tip of the nipple with my tongue, then pursed my lips and sucked hard. Masturbating while sucking my own breast—I'd never even imagined doing something like this.

My mind was flying apart. The wet slurping sounds, the feel of the nipple against the tip of my tongue, the slick juices running down my fingers, my womb clenching over and over—pleasures I'd never known churned through my head.

"Haah♡ masturbating feels so good, a little harder, haaarder♡ nnh, hahnn... ahn♡"

By now I wasn't even trying to hold back my moans. I simply savored the pleasure blooming in my breast and my pussy. Ah, my stomach keeps twitching. Something inside me is clenching—something's off. I feel like I could cry. It feels like my heart's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about to leap out of my mouth—could this be what "coming" means?

"Nngh, hiik, I'm—♡ I'm coming♡ I turned into a woman, hnn, and now I'm coming like this, like a total pervert♡ ah, hah, hahnn♡"

Matching the rippling in my belly, I pinched my nipple and clit hard at the same moment—and with a sudden spurt, love juices surged from my pussy with a force beyond anything before. An immeasurable pleasure knocked on my womb and swept through me from head to toe. I can't... I can't breathe. My sweet, languid moans soon gave way to ragged gasps desperately craving oxygen.

"...haah... haah... nnh... hoo... hah..."

Clutching my still-twitching belly, I flopped flat onto my back on the floor. At the far edge of my blurred vision, the wreck of the room came into view: love juices splattered every which way, a pussy still trembling, and even a faint fishy-sweet scent drifting through the air.

"Seriously..."

Putting on a woman's skinsuit, masturbating with my clit, and actually coming—there was nothing more embarrassing. Whimpering like an animal in heat, no less.

"...Still felt amazing, though."

The afterglow of my orgasm still lingered deep, making my whole body shudder. Even now, the mere act of stroking my belly made juices spurt from my pussy with a little squirt. If clit play felt this good, penetration had to feel even better than this... right?

"How long has it even been since I came... let's clean up first."

The moment I pictured the ruined floor—and the moans I'd let out loud enough to echo through the whole building—the giddy feeling sank like a stone. Right, cleanup first. I'd try penetration some other time.

Partway through wiping the floor with tissues and a rag, a thoroughly soaked card came into view. The material must have been something special—even submerged in love juices, the writing hadn't smudged.

"Oh right, the Discord link..."

The original plan had been to try on the suit and connect right away, but masturbating had wiped it clean from my mind. The room was more or less tidy now, so why not log on? I crawled over to where the phone had landed, dragged it back, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and typed in the link address. Thankfully I still had my old Discord account, so it didn't take long.

The Discord server the link led to had quite a few people already inside. Every participant's profile picture was a selfie—most of them women, only a handful men.

They're speaking English?

Reading was no problem, but speaking or writing... let's just say I'd fumble a little. My English right now was about on the level of a tourist in Korea going, "Kimchi mashisseoyo!"—butchering "this kimchi is delicious" with total confidence. I regretted not having studied English a little harder.

Perhaps because I'd just joined, a crisp notification chimed and a flood of messages came flying in.

With dozens of messages pouring in at once, my head was starting to ache. An unknown Discord room full of unknown people—what was all this, exactly? I scrolled down slowly, reading them one by one. Welcome, a new face after so long, I wonder where they're from, and so on, and so on.

What was I supposed to reply? I didn't even know what this room was for in the first place. While I was still deliberating, new messages appeared on my screen, prefaced by a "shh" emoji.

And then,