Episode 35. Erosion
Episode 35. Erosion
4th period Hunter Theory class.
I was half-heartedly underlining my textbook before finally putting my mechanical pencil down on the desk with a thud.
"This is driving me crazy......"
I sighed while muttering under my breath.
I just couldn't focus.
It was because what happened this morning kept coming back to mind.
I knew it was a problem that wouldn't be solved no matter how long I thought about it, but psychologically, I couldn't help but be bothered.
'I'm already going crazy because my studies and sparring aren't going well lately, why is my body acting strange too.'
I tapped my long nails on the desk, grumbling internally with unresolved complaints.
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When the bell signaling lunchtime rang, the kids immediately jumped up and rushed out of the classroom, seemingly extra hungry today.
"Hoo."
Though the uncomfortable feeling remained, I felt somewhat refreshed after finishing class. Plus, it was time to eat.
As I got up from my seat thinking about going to line up, Seyeon grabbed my sleeve and asked.
"Yubin-ah, is something wrong?"
"...Why do you ask suddenly?"
"Well, you've been sighing deeply since 1st period."
Gasp.
Was I doing that?
"I'm just feeling a bit unwell."
"Are you in a lot of pain?"
"Not exactly. Just a bit bothersome."
"Really? That's good then."
Seyeon said while pushing open the back door.
"But, Yubin, you're surprisingly fragile. Last time during your period, you were suffering so much too."
"Tell me about it......"
Though my current condition wasn't simply about being in pain, I couldn't possibly tell Seyeon the truth.
If I started talking about my chest and lower abdomen this and that... she'd probably look at me strangely.
She did give me nipple patches last time, but that could only be considered an incredible coincidence. Seyeon didn't touch my chest. That is... my nipples, so there's no way she knew and gave them to me.
'I guess I have to solve this on my own after all.'
For my chest, I can just use the nipple patches I mentioned earlier.
But... there's nothing I can do about my lower abdomen.
Moreover, it's so sensitive that I can feel it even from just sitting wrong and getting a slight impact on my stomach.
"Hmm......"
What should I really do?
Lost in worry, I looked at Seyeon beside me with a completely drained voice.
"Seyeon-ah... do you know what's for school meals today?"
"Brown rice and soybean paste soup, bean sprout salad, radish kimchi."
"Aww, shit......"
"And sausage vegetable stir-fry, I think? Probably."
"Gasp."
I grabbed Seyeon's hand and ran to the cafeteria. I could feel the flustered Seyeon tapping my wrist repeatedly.
I decided to deal with the sausage first and think later.
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Both meal time and sparring time passed by in a flash.
By the way, this time too I just rolled around on the dirt ground.
'Just wait until my skill is complete.'
I'll turn you all into mush immediately.
I returned home while fantasizing about mercilessly sweeping away fifteen people with magic like a true loser.
I took off my jacket, hung it on a chair, and sat on the floor in lighter clothing.
"Ah...!"
Perhaps because I plopped down without thinking as usual.
A short but intense pleasure bloomed like rising steam, fluffy and cloud-like.
I unconsciously bit down hard on my lower lip.
'It's exactly like this morning.'
I thought it would get better with time, but it didn't.
It'll probably keep going like my chest.
"What should I do."
My nipp... no, my chest just requires caution when putting on a bra. Plus, with patches on, I can pretty much ignore it.
But my lower abdomen......
If I think about it carefully, there are many more times when I sit down and stand up than when I put on underwear. When going to the bathroom during break time, during moving classes, when going to eat school meals, etc... I constantly have to stand up and sit down on chairs while moving around.
Can I really be careful and tiptoe into sitting position every single time while being conscious of my lower abdomen?
I don't think I can.
Originally, sitting is an action ingrained in human life like a habit, so it has to be done unconsciously. Just like moments ago.
Therefore, the solution of 'always sit down gently' is discarded.
"Hmm......"
I pondered for a few more minutes after that, but no brilliant ideas came to mind.
'Then let's try a different approach.'
Since I can't come up with countermeasures... let's first properly understand my current situation.
For example, how much stimulation is needed to trigger a response.
With my chest, my body jumped just from a brush, but what about my lower abdomen?
'...This feels like some kind of biological experiment.'
Anyway, I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted the cotton t-shirt I wore underneath with my finger.
My pale white stomach was revealed.
I unconsciously gulped.
Even though it was my own body, it was just so pretty. The soft flesh that remained despite working out hard somehow seemed more attractive than abs.
'I didn't lift my shirt to have these kinds of thoughts.'
First, I took a deep breath, then brought my right hand to my lower abdomen...
I placed it there..!
'......!'
Nothing happened.
"Whew."
I let out a sigh of relief.
'Well, if I could feel it from just touching.'
Then daily life would be impossible.
Keeping my palm against my lower abdomen, I tried rubbing in circles.
Still no reaction.
'This much is okay.'
Then now... what should I do.
Should I try pressing firmly?
"Hmm......"
I hesitated for a moment.
Unlike just touching, pressing requires controlling the pressure.
'How hard should I press?'
After pondering again, I decided to start gently. About the pressure of poking a baby's chubby cheek?
Poke.
"......"
I tightly closed my eyes expecting something to happen, but the flesh just sank in and that was it.
'Is this amount okay?'
Poke poke poke poke.
I kept changing the position of my fingers and continuously pressed like a sewing machine. The sensation was warm and chewy like freshly steamed rice cakes... it was somehow incredibly addictive.
My finger had descended quite far down, below my navel.
Tingle.
"Ugh...!"
At some point while mindlessly pressing my stomach like a child playing with a toy, a dizzying sensation flickered once like a broken streetlight.
'Is it... because of here?'
The place I was pressing was quite low, only about 7-10 cm away from my pubic area.
I was about to poke again, but thinking it might be dangerous, I just lightly rubbed it with my finger as if applying lotion.
"Ah......"
A small sigh escaped. Even though I wasn't pressing but just touching, a light, soft pleasure like fluff melted and seeped into my nerves.
'So this was the culprit.'
If my judgment is correct, this is where the cervix is located. A part that could be called a woman's erogenous zone. I heard somewhere that if you develop this area in any girl and torment her enough, she'll roll her eyes back, let out vulgar moans, and helplessly climax. So what I'm feeling here is-
'......?'
...What?
What on earth was I just thinking......
I stared blankly into space for a moment.
The cervix?
I'm not that knowledgeable about female anatomy, so there's no way I would know that term.
Weird.
Really weird.
It felt like a car that was running properly suddenly went into a drift.
Why did I suddenly start having weird fantasies about erogenous zones and climaxing.
Though questions kept arising, they were truly just questions.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't come up with an answer.
"Sigh."
Thinking more about it would only increase my worries.
For that reason, I returned to searching for pleasure danger spots.
'Anyway... here, the cervix. One check.'
I engraved the somewhat embarrassing name "cervix" in my mind.
Not that knowing the name would help......
I moved my finger that was still caressing that spot to another location.
Moved it.
Moved it.
Moved it...?
'......?'
My finger wouldn't move.
It wasn't magic or anything - I needed to move it but simply couldn't.
It felt addictive, similar to continuously eating Pringles one chip at a time.
As I desperately caressed the coin-sized spot with my fingertip, laughter naturally bubbled up and I felt good.
Plus, I even felt a dizzying sensation like riding an amusement park ride.
'If just rubbing feels like this, what if I press hard......'
Just the thought makes my spine tingle.
'But, if I really press firmly, that would be......'
Masturbation, wouldn't it...?
Masturbation with a girl's body?
Of course, I've never done it even once.
Though I was curious in my previous life about how strong a girl's pleasure might feel, thinking about actually masturbating made me feel somewhat embarrassed and awkward, making me hesitate.
I kept my trembling hand just resting on my lower abdomen, then shook my head back and forth.
This isn't masturbation in the first place...?
Right, this is just to understand my condition. To learn how much stimulation triggers feelings, how little stimulation avoids feelings, so daily life won't be uncomfortable.
So... it should be okay to do a little more. Right?
After finishing my rationalization, I finally pushed my finger down firmly, as it begged to move quickly.
Push-
Ah.
This is......
"Ooohk......"
Instantly, the muscles in my limbs stiffened rigidly and my thighs cutely contracted.
My ankles trembled, twitch, twitch, while in a kneeling position, my upper body bent forward until my forehead touched the floor.
"Hup...?!"
Startled, I covered my mouth with both hands. The sensation of my already moistened lips lingered on my palms.
"Ooohk," really.
Did such a vulgar sound really come from my throat...?
"Hoo, heh. H......"
Wiggling my toes, I tried to calm my excited breathing.
This, really can't continue.
I really should stop.
This wasn't comparable to my chest.
If I keep feeling this pleasure... I might really get addicted.
Are all girls' bodies like this? Why is it so easy to feel pleasure......
My hand moves on its own away from my mouth and slowly descends toward my cervix.
That single stimulation had awakened the sexual desire that had been accumulating while asleep all this time.
I desperately diverted my hand's path and pressed it against the floor.
Let's stop.
Really.
If I continue, I won't be able to come back.
I kept repeating those words in my mind, even muttering them aloud.
Just as I was slowly getting up with trembling legs to change clothes.
'My panties......'
I felt a sticky sensation from my panties.
My period again?
There's absolutely no way I would think that. No matter how stupid and insensitive I am... I should know why my panties feel wet right now.
Before buttoning my blouse, I grabbed my panties and slowly pulled them down.
I saw something white and sticky forming threads stretching between my pubic area and panties.
'This must be... that.'
Vaginal fluids.
"Haa......"
Really, since becoming a girl, I've been emitting various fluids from my genitals.
Urine, blood, and now vaginal fluids.
For some reason, I lightly touched my panties and got some vaginal fluid on my finger. And I... smelled it a little.
There was almost no scent. Just a very slight fishy aroma lingered.
"......Fuck."
I feel like I've been swearing more lately.
Overcome with deep regret, I changed my panties and properly put on my uniform.
Until a proper solution emerges, I'll just move around while protecting my stomach as much as possible.
If I'm just careful about sitting down, it should be fine.
It's not like I intentionally press my stomach that often, right?
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That thing, exists.
Every day, in fact.
'Why didn't I think of this, really......'
I looked at Seyeon smiling brightly in front of me.
She gives me massages every evening......