A Wager of Pleasure
"You wanna bet? You're such an arrogant prick, total know-it-all." Carlyle, whom Vita had watched closely, had always been that way. What made him so damn superior? No, actually... he was superior, and that made it all the more infuriating. Kendo, swimming, you name it—he aced every sport. And his grades? Always top of the class. She just couldn't stand the sight of him.
'Why him, of all people?' Why did that guy have to show up in front of her? Ever since Carlyle arrived, Vita felt like everything had been snatched away. She'd sworn time and again to beat him, but she never could. Their personalities were polar opposites. Passionate Vita versus the utterly indifferent Carlyle Schultz. As his rival, she was the only one who truly cared, the only one throwing subtle jabs.
'He's always been like this.' That nonchalant attitude grated on her even more, always making her blood boil. Vita Shama was pissed.
"...Huh? Bianca."
So this situation felt utterly bizarre. Had he eaten something bad? He was gazing at her with puppy-dog eyes, like a needy pup begging its owner—it was absurd. Was he the type to go all submissive with girls?
'In the end, you're just a guy.' Pathetic side effect of pent-up lust. Hmm, but...
'Carlyle Schultz, of all people...?' The academy's undisputed alpha male, lacking for nothing. So what? Right now, he looked utterly pathetic. As much as she hated to admit it, a strange thrill of superiority bubbled up inside Vita. Her lips twitched slyly at the corners.
No, she knew better. This wasn't the time for that. But seeing him like this for the first time—the usually languid, indifferent, insufferable jerk groveling before her...
"Feeling better now?"
Carlyle asked suddenly, and Vita hesitated. Well, yeah. Her mood had improved a lot from earlier. Of course, it wasn't because she suddenly felt superior to him or anything! Absolutely not!
"Pfft, better...?!"
But it felt like he'd seen right through her, so she stammered, a bit embarrassed. Her pouty tone made Carlyle chuckle.
"Why are you so damn cute?"
"...Wanna keep talking shit?"
"I'm serious."
He probably didn't even realize it himself—how adorable he found her. Her tsundere mouth spat cold words, but her body was brutally honest. Like a spotless kitten? Or a feisty stray cat? Carlyle had dated plenty of girls, but he'd never felt this genuine.
His lower body throbbed painfully.
'No way... her first time?'
The thought crossed his mind, but he didn't get his hopes up. Carlyle never put much stock in that stuff anyway, and it wouldn't be weird if she wasn't. A girl like this with no experience? Yeah, right—the guys who'd let her slip away were idiots. Still, her innocence didn't feel fake, so he let a flicker of hope stir in his confusion.
No, wait—why was he even hoping for that? He didn't know himself.
"C'mon, let's do it?"
He kept pressing with his words.
"I'll go gentle this time."
She'd cried once already, so no need to rush. Carlyle knew how to handle a woman's heart. He just had to soothe and persuade her, unlike his usual self.
"If you really hate it, I'll stop."
Vita, still facing away, was dumbfounded. Ha, seriously? Did it not even occur to him that she might just hate the act itself? But then came a line that pierced her core.
"...You said let's compete, remember?"
Vita froze. How the hell was this a competition? He'd lost his mind. He'd switched tactics—from sweet talk to provocation.
"Or what, no confidence? You were the one who brought up a bet."
Unfortunately for him, this approach was a direct hit on Vita.
"What...?!"
She whipped around, fuming, and Carlyle inwardly cheered as their eyes met.
'Looks like that was the right move.'
Carlyle's inner thought. Come to think of it, she'd oddly fixated on competing since their first meeting. He'd dismissed it as a ploy for attention at first. But the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. It felt genuine. Testing the waters had worked wonders.
"If you're not confident, just say so."
"Not confident? What the—?!"
Vita trailed off, unable to retort.
"Then we're good."
Carlyle pulled her into his arms.
"Let's make it a bet."
Smack— smack—
He lowered his head, pecking here and there. Not hard, but precise and gentle. His feather-light kisses danced over her chest, drawing a sigh from her.
"Feels good, right, Bianca?"
"Ah—!"
Instead of answering, Vita clapped a hand over her mouth. Her sensitive, translucent skin flushed anew. He wasn't lying about going gentle—the slower caresses only made her pant harder.
"Hah, what...?!"
What the hell was this? What kind of weird sensation—?!
"Look at yourself. See how slutty you are."
She tried to deny his words, but...
Squelch— squelch—
One finger slipped in, stirring her depths, and Vita held her breath. The slick, tender folds rubbed so perfectly, she couldn't hold back a moan.
"See?"
She had no choice but to look, though she didn't want to. Carlyle's finger, glistening with her fluids.
"Let's bet, starting now."
Say something that makes sense!
"Please stop with the bullshit?"
Vita barely managed, grinding her teeth at his taunt.
"Boring, Bianca. You really thought you could compete with this pathetic pussy?"
"...What did you say?"
Say that again. She couldn't tolerate that one word. Too vulgar for an innocent girl like her? But Carlyle didn't care.
"Dared to challenge me with this pathetic pussy."
His goal: provoke.
"You can't even compete."
He sneered mockingly, and her face burned at his crude words.
"Take it back."
Not from embarrassment. Even in this ridiculous arena, she wasn't pathetic. His "boring" jab and absolute dismissal hit home.
"Take. It. Back."
She demanded, brimming with defiance. She knew it was nonsense, but she couldn't ignore it. Where was that pitiful expression from moments ago? But Carlyle just smirked.
"Why should I?"
His finger wiggled before her eyes again, and shame and rage flushed her face deeper.
'This bastard...'
Fine, she admitted it. It felt weird. Insanely good, like her body wasn't her own. But a bet was different. In a contest, Vita's attitude was unbreakable. With focus and will, mere bodily pleasure meant nothing. She truly believed that.
And suddenly, a realization struck.
'This body... it's not even my real one anyway.'
She'd turn back into a guy soon. All this would just be a hilarious mishap. For Carlyle, it'd be a lifelong black mark—sleeping with a former dude? She'd mock him mercilessly.
'Yeah, for real.'
Her calculations done, Vita's eyes gleamed as she declared:
"Fine, let's do it."
If he was provoking her this hard, she wouldn't back down. That wasn't her style. Her amethyst eyes blazed with competitive fire. She never retreated from a challenge!
"Hah... Ah—!"
And that's how it ended up like this.
'...No, I can't hold out.'
She had to endure properly, but her thoughts were fading. The room's air hung heavy, thick beyond hot. Her competitive eyes melted into bliss.
The bet's rules are simple: Admit you came first, and you lose.
The loser becomes the winner's servant for a month.
Fine, if that's what you want.
Vita planned to win and make Carlyle Schultz her lackey! She'd repay every humiliation she'd suffered. That was the idea.
But now...
"Hah... Ah!"
Drug side effect or pure pleasure? She couldn't tell anymore. This was insane. Why did her body feel so weird? No experience as a man or woman, but instinct screamed: he's too skilled. Every move shattered her focus.
"Ahh... Hngh!"
His long, thick fingers ravaged her depths, making her tremble. This was cheating. Did women's bodies always feel this good? Unreal.
She thought it silently.
"Ha, Bianca."
Carlyle gazed at the beautiful woman moaning beneath him. Sweat-matted auburn hair, lush lashes, flushed, sensitive skin. He was utterly captivated. Whether this was right or not, he was invested. First time he'd ever put this much effort into a girl.
Squirt—
Another gush from her depths.
"...!"
Vita shook her head wildly, hitting her third climax. Like a newborn chick, out of it, hand over her mouth, clinging to his arm instinctively. Carlyle murmured low.
"...Driving me crazy. For real."
It splashed the sheets, even his face—she was that intense. He was satisfied. How was she this erotic? He hadn't even entered yet. The bet was decided, but he wasn't about to kill the mood by saying it. Instead, he explored her tastes through caresses.
"Admit it now?"
She shook her head at his whisper.
"Pathetic pussy, right?"
Stroking her sensitive spot drew another flood.
"Haaa—!"
"Ha—can't hold back moans anymore?"
"N-No... Ah..."
She wanted to deny it, but couldn't speak. That's what drove men wild: refusing to show she'd cum, stifling moans but failing. Her limit.
Carlyle decided.
'She's soaked down there too...'
As he reached for a condom, her voice came.
"Nooo... not pathetic."
Her competitive streak flared oddly.
"...Not... pathetic..."
Carlyle silenced her mumbling lips with a slow kiss. Her amethyst eyes melted instantly. Falling for a girl he'd just met? He was on the verge of losing it himself. Condom on already.
Vita knew what came next but couldn't push him away. The bet was still on.
'I haven't lost yet!'
Just a drug side effect. As long as she didn't admit it...
"...Going in, Bianca?"
Honestly? She knew it was crazy. But she was a little curious. It already felt insane—what came next?
'There's more...?'
Her pleasure-addled brain couldn't think straight.
'It's not even my real body...'
Back to male, it'd just be a meaningless fluke. Not good, not bad. Rationalizing hazily, she surrendered.
Carlyle held his breath and pushed in. The massive intrusion made Vita freeze.
'...!'
But their first real round ended surprisingly short—
'...What, he came?'
Not Vita's fault.