Swept Away in Ecstasy
Anyway, once things heat up, men and women are instinctively drawn to each other. Of course, Vita wouldn't want to admit that truth. It's already been several weeks since she became a woman. Does the mind turn feminine once the body does? If hormones are playing a role, it's hardly surprising. So here in this moment, not as the man Vita but as the woman Bianca Shama, Vita finds herself utterly swept up in the night's intoxicating atmosphere. Their breaths blend in deep, intimate rhythms. Her small crown of head is captured in the man's large palm, yielding despite herself.
"Nng... hup..."
The bet can wait. Right now, what matters is the body's honest craving. It might have been inevitable from the Ferris wheel onward. After all, a pair of vibrant young lovers together. If it hadn't been the Ferris wheel earlier, they probably would've gone all the way. Carlyle in his own way, Vita in hers. Both lingered in that gondola far too long, thanks to their physical reactions. So Vita can't think straight around Carlyle. And the feeling's mutual.
—Shall I give you another chance?
Those words from Carlyle handed Vita—who was dodging the truth—a perfect excuse. Because truthfully, a part of her wanted it too.
"Ah... hng..."
Her head's spinning. Skin pressed to skin, breaths stolen away completely. Tingling prickles race across her body, heat blooming everywhere, making it feel like this isn't even her own flesh. She'd already lost control once, unable to hold back. Afterward, Carlyle resumed with gentle kisses, his lips now drifting slowly downward.
Smack— smack—
Carlyle Schultz was exceptional. If you likened him to the animal kingdom, he'd be the alpha predator. The pack's superior male, public enemy number one to every other guy. From Vita's perspective, just an annoying bastard—but damn if he wasn't impressive. And now, that Carlyle was doing something utterly outrageous.
As Vita caught her breath with a melted expression, his lips ventured lower, taking one of her pretty cherry-pink nipples into his mouth.
"Hngh, what...!"
Vita panicked, panting raggedly even as she did.
"Wh-what are you—!"
She still couldn't get used to it. She tried pushing his head away with her hands, but he didn't budge. As if to say just stay still, Carlyle seized both her wrists and pinned them tight. Moments later, strange sensations rippled through her, making her body twist bit by bit.
"Hey, wait... what're you doing right now..."
The soft suction of his lips. The subtle rasp of his tongue. Those bizarre feelings emanating from her breasts.
"Hnn, ah...!"
But Carlyle pressed on relentlessly, his hands now roaming to her other breast. Her freed hands couldn't muster the strength to push him away. She let out lewd moans, then covered her face with them. Peeking through her slender fingers was a profoundly weird sight.
...What the hell.
Vita's mind was a total mess right now. Guys and boobs—they just couldn't get enough, huh? Sure, she'd been one once, so she got it on some level.
"Ahh, hey...!"
Seeing his face buried in her own chest felt so bizarre. Pathetic, yet his intense focus was somehow comical. It was funny, but the sensations were so overwhelming she truly didn't know what to do.
"St-stop..."
"Why, Bianca?"
What the hell are you even doing? You're acting like a total kid.
Vita was too embarrassed to voice her real thoughts.
You pervert. Nothing comes out from there...
He was licking and sucking like mad. Then Carlyle's fingers grazed her most delicate spot, that clenched pale-pink slit, teasing it wickedly. Any chance of voicing her inner monologue vanished as her breath hitched.
"You're soaked, Bianca."
Carlyle's signature prodding. That low, rumbling chuckle. For some reason, it always sent chills down her spine.
"That's 'cause of you..."
"'Cause of me, what?"
Vita tried to retort, but as his fingers moved, her hips bucked involuntarily. Squish-squish, slap-slap—the wet sounds rang in her ears.
"Hah—!"
She curled up tight with a strangled gasp, startling even herself. Meanwhile, Carlyle's lips trailed even lower: her cute little navel, the smooth, soft lower belly. He nuzzled and kissed the area tenderly.
Vita felt so strange.
"C-Carlyle..."
Her body felt alien. Too weird. The situation was already absurd, but the next instant, Vita's eyes flew wide in shock.
Lick—
She hadn't seen it coming at all—too shocked, too flustered. The sensation from below made her glance down in disbelief, only to find the mortifying scene: Carlyle's head between her legs!
Vita jerked in horror, twisting away.
"Wh-what're you doing! Don't get filthy down there...!"
But instead of answering, Carlyle swept his tongue softly over her tender folds once more.
Lick—
"Haaang—!"
Her mind was fracturing. Incredibly embarrassing, yet so bizarrely good, terrifyingly intense sensations flooding her.
"It's not filthy at all."
When Carlyle finally responded to her earlier words, Vita was already trembling violently.
Oh no...
Instinct screamed it. A violent wave of pleasure was incoming.
"St-stop..."
She tried to beg, but it was too late. Even then, Carlyle laced his fingers with hers, pressed her lower belly firmly, and licked diligently. Her vision went white. Limbs quaking. Her slim waist arched into the air.
"Haaaaang—!"
In that brief peak, Vita unwittingly clutched his head—as if urging him on. Carlyle, of course, obliged with utmost sincerity.
"Hngh, ha...!"
She writhed, shaking her head side to side. No way I can endure this...
The unbearable pleasure crashed over her. Head thrashing, lewd squirts escaping, Vita hit her second climax of the night.
"Tired, Bianca?"
After Vita's second peak, they naturally took a breather. With the room's soft lamp glowing, Carlyle grabbed some water, then snacks, returning to the bed.
"Hungry? Want something?"
He chuckled tenderly. There was a personality shift between sex-Carlyle and regular-Carlyle. Vita had no idea which was the real one, but right now, she just hated him.
"You know..."
But the words wouldn't come.
What do I even say...? Why didn't you stop?
Too embarrassing after she'd climaxed so spectacularly. Vita swallowed her words.
"Haa—"
Whatever. She was sprawled out, exhausted anyway. Carlyle gently scooped up her limp, delicate form from behind.
"...What now?"
Too drained to resist, Vita let him. He pulled her into a back hug, offering the snacks he'd brought. She parted her lips for the approaching food.
She was hungry, but...
"...Too tired to eat."
"Want me to feed you?"
Vita shot a glare at his teasing grin.
"Who asked you to?!"
But moments later, as he suddenly hugged her tighter, she let out a deep moan.
"Hnn... ngh."
Her body was still hypersensitive, it seemed.
"Haa—"
A profoundly deep sigh this time. Impossible to tell who let it out—actually, both of them, in unison.
"Was it good earlier?"
At Carlyle's question, Vita flushed crimson and swung a fist at him. Talk about killing the mood.
"You psycho!"
Like I'd say that out loud? I'd die first.
While flustered Vita flailed, Carlyle just smiled.
"It was amazing for me."
"...Don't, seriously."
Ah, she really just wanted to die. Self-loathing surged as she ducked her head. Finally, Carlyle relented.
"Fine, I won't. Eat this first."
She was starving all of a sudden. After a moment's hesitation, Vita peeked up. She eyed the dessert he offered for a few seconds, then took it.
"Mmm, tasty."
After a few bites like that, it hit her: they were still naked, bodies overlapped. So naturally nestled in his arms, eating without a second thought. Realizing it, Vita grew serious.
What am I doing...?
Why was this so comfortable, so effortless? But her thoughts didn't linger. She sensed a insistent presence pressing between her cheeks.
"......"
Oh, right. She'd forgotten.
He hasn't gone even once, unlike me...
Vita panicked hard. Carlyle had already clocked her fluster but found her too adorable to resist teasing.
"Did going solo feel good?"
"Eh, uh...?"
A loaded question. She'd gotten herself off in the bathroom earlier, after all. As Vita puzzled over his intent, Carlyle whispered low.
"Anyway, things get steamy quick."
With that, round two began. As his hand caressed her lower belly, Vita truly panicked, trying to squirm free.
"W-wait..."
She was genuinely worn out now. Wanted nothing but rest. But when his hand slipped lower, parting her soft downy hairs, her mind blanked again.
Recreating the room's sultry, sticky atmosphere was effortless.
"Hah, Bianca."
Breaths trapped together, bodies fused without gaps. Silky feminine curves meshing seamlessly with rigid male muscle. Each other's scents, sweat, ragged gasps. Memories of their joyful day, the soft crimson lighting, the perfectly temperate room—contrasting her feverish skin. All of it dominated her senses in the moment.
She couldn't think anymore.
As Vita lost herself, Carlyle busily sheathed himself in a condom. He couldn't hold back any longer.
"You're so beautiful tonight."
Murmuring that, he eased himself inside her, ever so slowly—deepening their kiss. What followed was pure, primal indulgence.
Thud— thud—
Each thrust from Carlyle swept her away like a tidal wave. Body and mind dissolving completely.
"Aah, wait...!"
She had no clue what expressions or words she was making toward him. All Vita could do was cling, embrace Carlyle Schultz, and moan.
Faint red marks bloomed on Carlyle's back. Similar faint lip-marks adorned Vita's chest and collarbone.
Suddenly, Carlyle laced their fingers. Occasionally pressing her lower belly softly sent Vita rocketing to her third peak.
"Khng..."
Unable even to moan properly. They were both in their prime, a pair of young lovers finally honest with their desires.
"You're driving me insane."
Her heated body had melted her insides to a slick, sloppy warmth—but clenched vise-tight around him too. Sweat beaded on Carlyle Schultz's forehead.
Navels brushing, chests heaving together. White cream frothed at their junction.
"...So warm inside you."
His blunt, husky voice. More embarrassing than his raw lust. Vita shuddered, hiding her face. Those weird lines always sparked self-loathing.
But the pleasure outweighed it.
"...Shut up."
Carlyle chuckled at her retort. She was always so fresh and cute—it was almost ridiculous. Their kiss resumed under the lamp's gentle glow.
Vita's amethyst eyes nearly liquefied.
"Nng... hup."
After a long, short kiss, Carlyle's paused hips stirred again.
"Wanna go together this time...?"
His whisper tickled her sensitized ear.
"You enjoyed solo earlier, and what was that in the bathroom?"
"Pervert, you?"
"Touched yourself till you came, right?"
He knew everything yet kept whispering. Amid the teasing words and ear tingles, Vita felt shame but denied it fiercely.
"N-no!"
Thud— thud—
Even as her slim hips were gripped, waist bucked upward, answering was tough.
"...Hah! I said nooo."
"No what, Bianca?"
"P-pervert—!"
"Not talking about me? Means you're the pervert, right?"
No reply this time. It hit just now!
"Ahh...!"
Vita collapsed, panting wildly. Still, she defended herself desperately.
"N-nooo..."
I'm not a pervert!
"Really now?"
As if testing her words, Carlyle kept thrusting. One hand caressing here and there—instinctively, Vita signaled him.
"C-Carlyle...!"
Why call his name? But he knew. He leaned down, lips met. Connected deeply above and below, Vita shattered into her fourth climax.
"......"
The next day, they barely dragged themselves up for checkout.
So how'd the bed battle end? Vita knew. Carlyle knew. Her utter, resounding defeat. He'd climaxed twice; she'd gone seven times solo. No—counting the bathroom, eight.
But that hardly mattered. Yesterday's "bet" had been an excuse from the start, really.
So Vita's mind was a whirlwind now. Seriously questioning if she was a pervert.
If the bet was really the goal...
She should've stopped when defeat was sealed.
But we didn't.
Carlyle wasn't premature, her body hypersensitive. And so damn lewd. They kept going till early dawn.
"Ah, seriously..."
Vita sighed deeply, eyes hollow.
"I told you to go easy. Missed hotel breakfast."
"No memory of you saying that."
Probably true. She'd been too lost in moans. Hit right in the gut, Vita flushed.
Seeing her silenced, Carlyle smirked.
"Anyway, you're my slave for the next month, right?"
Forgetting the bet, Vita gaped.