Let's Bet, You and I
Let's compete—I beat him, me! 'A partial victory, but...!' She'd finally stolen a sliver of composure from Carlyle Schultz. To Bianca Shama, this held profound meaning.
But that didn't make her forgiving toward the unexpected disaster. The feeling from earlier was utterly indescribable—truly nightmarish in a single word. Bianca's lips were now pursed in a full-on pout.
"...You pathetic premature jerk."
"Can't handle it?"
Even as she hurled insults, Carlyle's reaction was surprisingly meek.
"I said sorry."
His face turned awkward as he scratched his chin, clearly embarrassed himself. Yet he hadn't completely lost his cool. Occasionally, a soft chuckle escaped near her ear.
What the hell, this guy...
When did he regain his composure?
In the end, it felt like only Bianca had come out at a loss. But the deed was done. And right now, Carlyle was personally washing her hair.
At first, naturally, Bianca had protested.
"Why are you coming in too?"
Even if he'd seen everything already, sharing a bathroom felt entirely different. No matter that he'd led her here by the hand.
"I'll wash you."
But Carlyle said it so casually, and with a genuinely apologetic look, that she'd eventually relented.
Hmm...
What to say? It was weird, but truthfully, Bianca had softened quite a bit toward Carlyle Schultz right now. After all, they'd just reconciled today. And he'd kept apologizing with that sorry expression. Carlyle was purely intent on washing her.
"What're you doing now?"
"Hold still for a sec."
He shampooed her hair, gently washed her face—like he was making up for his mistake.
"Your skin's like a baby's. So soft and smooth."
"Please... just stop."
It might've been pretty nice if he hadn't thrown in useless comments. He'd even filled the tub in advance.
"Wanna bathe together?"
Bianca was dumbfounded by Carlyle's suggestion. The tub was tiny—how could they possibly share it? It was far more cringeworthy than practical.
What, are we lovers or something...?
Her face flushed as she shoved Carlyle's body away.
"Ridiculous."
"I sweated too."
"So what?!"
She pushed him toward the door. Carlyle yielded with a small laugh, though he seemed a bit disappointed. He could understand her shyness.
"Fine, then. I'll wait."
Bam! Bianca slammed the door shut.
Soaking in the tub brought a languid comfort—not a bad feeling at all. The hot water had turned her skin pink. But it wasn't over yet. She knew that much.
It was kinda rough earlier...
It had been, for sure. Getting hit in the face with that wouldn't feel good. But Carlyle had been so meticulous, washing her hair and face so slowly and gently that her mood had thawed.
Bianca lingered in the tub, lips submerged in the warm water, wearing a sullen expression. Whether it truly looked sullen, who could say?
Anyway, she couldn't stay there all day. She got out, dried off with a towel, and opened the door.
"...Mmgh!"
In that instant, Carlyle pounced.
"I held back... a lot."
Truthfully, Bianca had no idea. For Carlyle, even letting her out of the bathroom was a concession. He'd recovered fully while washing her—honestly, he was painfully hard. He wanted to join her in the tub, hold her close. But he'd left because of his unexpected blunder. Pushing shamelessly felt too guilty. He'd barely endured.
Now, with her finally emerging after a long soak, utterly oblivious, his patience was fraying. The room's lights were dimmed softly. Condom on, preparations complete. So Carlyle grinned.
"You called me a pathetic premature? I'll prove you wrong."
"Wha—ah...?"
Before she knew it, Bianca was swept up in a princess carry and tossed onto the soft bed.
"H-Hey, wait—!"
Her words cut off as she clamped her mouth shut.
"Mmph, haa...!"
His mouth claimed her breast. Bianca's were sensitive, and after the hot bath, even more so.
"Hey, Car...!"
She tried to protest, but both her hands were pinned. One of his gripped her slender wrists effortlessly. Then came the kiss.
"Mmm... ngh."
His urgent breaths filled her mouth. His tongue swept inside, her body pressed firm against his large, solid chest. She was pinned down.
...Damn, this guy.
She'd felt it before, but once more: And he's heavy...
His hands, arms, build—Carlyle Schultz was definitely bigger. A bit heavier, relatively speaking. It felt like total submission. But was it bad? No, just bewildering. If anything, a faint, crazy thrill stirred.
"Haa... haa..."
Inevitably, Bianca's breaths grew hot. Being dominated like this bruised her pride, yet it excited her, breaths coming in gasps.
"Ah, stop...!"
Carlyle was relentless. Despite earlier, he lavished her with meticulous caresses again. Her soft breasts, cute little navel, even her slim calves—his lips missed nothing. Each time, Bianca unraveled completely.
"Let's do it now."
His eyes blazed as he said it bluntly. Bianca's face burned; she averted her gaze.
This part, always...
She'd anticipated it, known it was coming. But now, hesitation gripped her. No competition now, no excuse. It'd be purely because she wanted to.
Why can't I say no...?
She didn't know. But his direct demand, with her already aroused—thighs aching, lower belly tingling and clenching. She was at a loss, breaths heating, head dizzying.
"Ngh, that's..."
As she faltered, he persuaded.
"I wanna be inside you. In your warmth."
Her face went scarlet.
"Ah, geez! Don't say stuff like that...!"
Carlyle chuckled, switching tactics.
"I wanna feel good with you."
This time, Bianca had no retort. He kissed her again. Peck—peck—the kisses deepened. She lost track of how many during moments like this. But one thing was sure: she didn't hate it. If anything, she loved the unique sensation. Bound in his vast embrace, unable to squirm, breaths stolen.
Makes me mad, somehow.
Frustrated, yet unconsciously, her arms looped his neck, responding. Her body heated; her already wet core grew slicker. Slowly, Carlyle pressed in.
Her folds clenched tight, but slick enough.
"Ngh..."
"Hnn—!"
Moans intertwined.
"So soft... incredibly."
His low whisper broke her; she covered her eyes.
No competition, no nothing. Bianca knew that. But the flow was irresistible. Room lights dim, world outside dark. Her body melted utterly.
...This is weird.
She thought so. She'd originally been a guy. Even if this body was female now. Yet it pulled her in; she couldn't refuse Carlyle Schultz. So, eyes covered, she declared again.
"I-It’s a bet..."
Just a bet, nothing more. He was already in, but not fully started. The lingering pleasure of entry had them paused.
"This time, I'll definitely win—!"
Pointing at herself dramatically, pinned beneath him, face flushed but defiant. Carlyle chuckled.
"Sure, Bianca. Whatever you want."
Of course he agreed. But he had his own idea. Betting was fine, but today, he had a proposal.
"After this bet ends, let's do another."
"Wh-What...?"
Bianca felt uneasy at the unexpected words.
"I'll tell you after."
Carlyle replied calmly and began moving. Slowly, gently. Thrust—thrust— like marking territory. Each push stole her breath.
Ah, damn...
She couldn't think anymore.
What the hell is it...?
Her mind raced, but his smooth hips shattered her focus.
"Hnn—ngh..."
How long had the real act gone on? Time blurred. Unknowingly, Bianca clung to him.
"Haa! Nngh...!"
No heater on, yet the air was thick, humid. She tried stifling moans, but they escaped loudly now and then. Carlyle, ever teasing, threw in wicked lines.
"...Feels good, Bianca?"
G-Good my ass!
But she couldn't answer. Hips grinding relentlessly, lips locked. Salty fluids, sweat-slick skin rubbing. Their cores meshed like perfect puzzle pieces.
"Ahh... haa! S-Stop! It's too weird...!"
More than enough to scatter her mind. Overwhelmed, tears welled—too strange, too intense. Words failed; she clung to him, lips seeking his instinctively. Sweat beaded as they overlapped; clear fluids splashed.
"Hmph! Mmmph...!"
Muffled moans leaked. Hips trembled wildly. Body disobeyed. Lips parted; Carlyle gripped her waist firmly.
"Say it, Bianca. Why're you so slutty? Why's your pussy so pathetic?"
"Hnn, what...!"
She tried denying. Pathetic? You came first, you premature jerk!
"Y-You too...!"
Lips swallowed hers again. No fair, silencing her rebuttal. Lips freed, her soft earlobe nipped.
"Ahh... what..."
What sensation even was this?
"Right, Bianca?"
Breasts suckled, lower belly massaged teasingly, breaths stolen endlessly. Glancing down briefly: embarrassing sight. Wet squelches, white foam stretching and clinging.
Ah, damn...
Even their tangled wet hair down there felt lewd. Eyes shut then open—met blazing golden gaze.
"So slutty."
His whisper burned.
"So pretty."
Sudden shift in vibe? Why's he like this now...?
Too cringy; words failed. Yet a shiver ran through her.
"S-Stop... saying that."
Too weird. Her face melted, beet-red. Suddenly, her body shuddered.
Squelch!
"Haa...!"
Deep thrust hit; panic overwhelmed. Toes curled inward, desperate to hold on. Vision whitened. She clutched his back fiercely.
Again... again?
Even in fading awareness, faint frustration. Why always just me...!
He stayed composed while she lost it. But looking closer, no—lips tight, no leisure in his expression. She realized now.
So Bianca comforted herself: I can threaten him too...!
It worked, after all.
He looked aroused, no leisure—pride swelled. In drifting consciousness, she vowed: Just you wait...!
She'd win for sure.
After the scorching lovemaking, night deepened. Emotions whirled; compatibility perfect. Midway, vision blurred. No bets mattered—they devoured each other ravenously. Exhausted, they'd nearly passed out, only to wake.
"Awake, Bianca?"
He noticed her twitch. His whisper close; she didn't panic. Memories vivid, unforgettable. Only now, self-loathing surged—embarrassment, shame. Eyes shut.
"...Why didn't you leave."
She asked first. But Carlyle hugged her instead.
"Just 'cause I wanted to."
No energy to argue. She lay still in his embrace, then murmured weakly.
"...You stink."
"Sweat, obviously."
"...Then move away if you know."
But they both knew this banter was pointless.
Whatever, he'll go when he wants.
Bianca breathed evenly in his arms. His stroking hand felt nice. In the dark, their eyes met, entranced.
"...I have something to say."
Then, a low tone in her ear. Serious expression, heavy mood.
"Let's bet, you and me."
Out of nowhere? They'd just bet. But she recalled his earlier words—the other bet. Then:
"...I like you, Bianca."
Breath caught. Sudden, yet half-expected. Still, his earnest aura choked her. Eyes resolute, determined gold fixed on her.
"Give me a chance."
Voice low, hot—melting.
Bianca was speechless. Instinctively, Carlyle had figured it. He didn't know why—why Bianca Shama hesitated despite attraction. But this: to win her heart, only this way. A bet, her favorite.
No intent to lose; this bet would give her justification.
"Exactly one month."
One month ahead. Carlyle Schultz would woo her. If successful, victory. Otherwise, defeat. His sincerity shone—betting as she loved. She couldn't ignore it.
Accept or reject, she had to answer seriously. In the dark, her eyes quivered faintly. Then resolve settled.
I'm originally a guy...!
With that thought, Bianca spoke.