I'll Do It For You Too!
Me too, let me do it—
Carlyle was still showering inside. Bianca, wrapped in a bathrobe, felt her face burning red. And how could it not? What the hell was that... It had been quite the bizarre sight. And incredibly erotic. She'd ended up witnessing exactly how a woman satisfies a man. Her heart was still pounding away. The cultural shock had left her head spinning a little.
O-oh god... It was seriously weird. Is that really how it's done?! But now Bianca had come to a realization.
—There has to be give and take!
Those words she'd blurted out herself during check-in earlier. But it wasn't just about dates—it applied to intimate relations between a man and a woman too. And now she got it. Because Carlyle had looked so pleased. She wanted to look pretty for him. Cute for him.
...I hope Carlyle is satisfied enough with my body. Bianca's true inner thoughts. It wasn't a strange feeling, right? Carlyle was her boyfriend. She was his girlfriend. She wanted him to get swept up in her just as much as she was in him. Because she liked Carlyle Schultz that much. She'd give him everything, just as much as he gave her. And this moment was no exception.
Bianca had accepted herself as a woman now, but a corner of her heart still harbored unease. She trusted Carlyle's feelings, but could she really pull off being a complete woman for him?
I want to look good for him... Bianca found herself thinking she needed to do something for him too—to be more honest. More proactive, even. Had she ever truly been proactive with him before? Or had it all just been for show?
Even that handjob last time... In a way, it had stemmed mostly from her competitive streak. She'd always been the one swept away, expressing affection reactively, never once truly telling him from the heart that she liked him.
This was the first time, after all. The first night since acknowledging her feelings and realizing she genuinely liked Carlyle Schultz.
...Yeah, alright. So Bianca resolved herself. Things needed to change starting tonight, for real.
She crept toward the bathroom; Carlyle was still washing up. Bianca slipped back to the bedside.
Well, he did take a while last time too, didn't he...? For a guy, Carlyle was pretty meticulous about cleanliness. That fact made her smile to herself. Honestly, she wondered if she was starting to like everything about him.
Anyway. Bianca steeled her determination.
Just watch tonight...! She'd go full proactive mode, really put some effort into seducing Carlyle.
Time was short. He'd be out any minute. On impulse, Bianca pulled out her phone and searched.
"How to seduce your boyfriend..."
Even typing it made her face heat up in embarrassment. She let out a wry chuckle—what had her life come to?—but her desire to properly satisfy Carlyle was genuine.
Bianca speed-scrolled through crash courses on her phone. "Love hotel reviews." "Ways to seduce your boyfriend." She skimmed articles, nodding occasionally, gleaning bits of wisdom.
Women have to express it too to get a guy excited. It seemed obvious now—why hadn't she realized sooner? Thinking back, she'd reacted more whenever Carlyle called her pretty or said he liked her.
And then Bianca made another big decision.
I wonder if this'll work...? She'd seen it in one of the reviews. The hotel offered rentals, conveniently enough. He might like it, but she wasn't sure.
Ding-dong—
"Eek...!"
Thankfully, it arrived before Carlyle emerged. She opened the door to find clothes neatly placed outside. Gulping nervously, Bianca glanced down the hall to ensure no one was around, then snatched them up and hurried back inside.
"Carlyle, you still in there?"
"Just a sec."
No more water sounds now. Bianca hurriedly slipped into the outfit, straightening herself and checking the mirror. No weird spots? Bangs cute enough?
It's fine, this'll do...! Close call, but safe!
Clunk—
And then. The bathroom door finally opened. Out stepped Carlyle Schultz. Wet droplets falling from his tousled black hair. His tall, handsome features and chiseled, muscular torso like a sculpture.
"...?"
His clear golden eyes soon filled with shock and bewilderment.
***
"Bianca, you..."
Bianca flinched. Oh god, embarrassing... But she'd made up her mind. Steel yourself and follow through like she read. With a graceful twirl that fluttered her short skirt, she turned to Carlyle.
"Dinner? Shower? Or... me?"
It was devastatingly effective. A little awkward, sure, but definitely the kind of thing no man could resist. Their first time since connecting hearts.
...Don't rush it this time. Carlyle kept reminding himself. Be gentle and caring. His love wasn't swayed by mere physical desire. Their first after baring souls. Tonight was important. Connecting hearts had only made him realize how vast his feelings for Bianca were—comically so, he'd even hesitated. She was too precious to touch roughly. He just wanted to cherish her. So tonight, slowly. Tenderly, very slowly. That's why the cold shower had dragged on.
But now, Carlyle felt all those resolutions crumbling.
"Ca-Carlyle? Why aren't you saying anything...?"
Where had this come from? Bianca Shama was wearing a sailor uniform. Top and bottom both scandalously short—and sheer, at that. Her underwear showed right through. Her smooth navel peeked out.
"Is... it weird...?"
She bit her lip, her anxious expression utterly adorable. He could read the regret on her face too. Knowing her intentions made Carlyle's head spin, the calm he'd forced evaporating.
The answer was obvious.
Carlyle strode toward her. Dinner? Already done. Shower? Just finished. She knew that, so her question dripped with intent. Pretty, cute, sexy, cheeky girlfriend's wish—he'd grant it.
Striding up, he pulled her slender body into his arms. One hand gripping her waist, drawing her close, he devoured her lips with near-feral hunger.
"Mmph...?!"
Bianca startled at the sudden intensity but knew one thing.
It... worked perfectly.
Her plan had succeeded. She'd worried for a moment, but it landed just right. Carlyle's golden eyes burned like embers. Breath stolen in a long kiss, she found herself laid back on the bed. His massive frame looming over her trapped her completely.
"What is this...?"
His voice rumbled low. He seemed almost angry, sweeping back his hair with a rough sigh.
But it wasn't anger. Bianca knew that. If anything, he was holding back—for her sake. Cherishing her.
"What should I do for you?"
His heated whisper made her counter.
"You... don't like this...?"
Cautiously. Had she overdone it? Come off too perverted? Maybe girlfriends weren't supposed to be like that? But Carlyle shook his head.
"No, not at all. But if you keep this up, I really won't be able to hold back..."
"Then don't."
Bianca's lips moved before she could stop them—honest words. You idiot.
"I like you just as much as you like me. Don't you get it?" Do whatever you want. No need to hold back. I can take it. I'm mustering courage here, so be honest too.
Bianca told him—or rather, Bianca Shama did. Her heart fully a woman's now. Only in front of Carlyle Schultz, ever since confessing.
So Bianca whispered shyly to him.
"...I'm your girlfriend."
Not from that phone knowledge. The next part might be.
"...You can be rough."
Saying it aloud was mortifying. Bianca turned her head aside with a groan, ears burning crimson.
This is harder than I thought...
Bianca knew the effect her actions would have—and didn't. Carlyle's reason snapped. This was the limit.
"Don't regret saying that."
In an instant, his solid frame covered her delicate one.
***
The lighting cast a soft crimson glow. The room's air hung heavy and hot. Two young lovers, barely out of their student days, overflowed with feelings for each other. Starting fresh after baring souls. Neither knew how long they'd waited for this.
Their rippling eyes held only each other. Bianca's breasts were gently cupped in his hands, feeling like her very heart was gripped.
"...Ca-Carlyle."
She wanted confirmation. Needed it. Her whiny voice drew his response.
"...Yeah, Bianca."
"I like you, I like you..."
Truly, desperately. Her eyes said it all.
"...Yeah, me too."
He stroked her hair softly, voice low. Carlyle had thought his reason gone, but somehow it returned. Astonishing. She was too precious not to.
Tonight really is... Special. He couldn't ignore her changed demeanor. Eyes only for him, trembling amethyst gaze. Her whole body flushed prettily, shy expressions. Yet she didn't push him away.
Definitely different. The old Bianca Shama had kept some distance, even in play. Stopping him, pausing him. That had mirrored their emotional gap—hesitation, really.
But she'd chosen him in the end. So tonight was different. Telling him she liked him. Clinging with eyes squeezed shut cutely. He'd always been the embracer, but now she initiated. Boldly, awkwardly. Kissing his neck, his chest. Hesitant at first, then repeatedly once she started.
Smack— smack— Each time, Carlyle felt his mind dissolving. But the emotional bliss sharpened his reason further. Special night—cherish her. Go slow. Tender, gentle.
Bianca felt the same. Rough was fine, sure—her tastes leaned that way deep down. She'd planned to seduce him aggressively, but cradled in his massive arms, everything just felt good. She couldn't contain how much she liked him. Wanted to savor every bit of him slowly.
"Carlyle, Carlyle..."
"Yeah, Bianca."
Before the school trip, probably. This guy turned me into... a woman. She'd thought no nights like this after realizing that. But here they were. Her choice. What she wanted.
So she clung tighter. Awkwardly expressing her truth.
"I like you, Carlyle."
How many times had she said it already, overflowing? Bianca felt like a fool. But Carlyle answering every time was a total fool too.
"...Yeah, me too."
They gazed, rubbing noses, giggling pokingly. Bianca and Carlyle. Bodies aflame, yet minds ironically clear. Kisses resumed.
"Mm, ahn..."
Sweet scent of his skin, scorching warmth. Soft or firm—his body so different from hers. Man and woman. Feeling that utter difference physically made it precious. They fit so perfectly despite it. That's what made them each other.
Bianca loved kissing. His occasional soft forehead presses were nice, but lips meeting was far better. Whole body squeezed against his broad, hard chest. Enclosed, protected—serene.
When did it get like this...? Why did she like him so much? Carlyle Schultz, that guy. She couldn't say. Just felt good now, his tenderness.
"Mmm, more..."
So Bianca wheedled him coquettishly. Unaware she was even doing it.
Once, twice—how many times? Lips locked so lost in each other, time blurred. Still now, they greedily sought breaths. Wet, sticky. Eyes locked, burning fevers. His beast-like golden gaze full of heat—she couldn't look away. Her rippling amethysts held only him, brimming trust and love—he couldn't either.
Thus, after deep emotional exchange, they advanced.
Smack— smack— Carlyle's lips trailed down slowly. Petite cute navel, smooth hips. Soft plump breasts, tender inner thighs.
"Hah, Carlyle..."
Bianca surrendered to strange sensations only man-woman intimacy brought. Only Carlyle could make her feel this.
Turning completely into a woman... But not bad. She liked it. Made her truly his. Toes curled, fulfillment swelled. His lips missed scarcely a spot. Carlyle Schultz—relentlessly tender. Her body ignited like a furnace under his delicate caresses.
"...You're soaked. Really soaked."
"Ah, seriously..."
Too embarrassed to speak. ...I know that much! Before, she'd deny in panic. But now, liking him too much to lie. Her core was drenched, she felt it. Bianca covered her face with her hands.
***
"Ah, come on..."
Not denial—whining. Coquettish. Carlyle's chuckle made her shrink. She dropped her hands, spreading arms toward him. No time for words—hug me instead, her silent protest. Pouty, blaming expression. Adorable. Carlyle chuckled deeply, lying beside her. Lips met, stealing breath again; one arm pulled her slim shoulder close. One hand gently pressed her wet slit.
"Haah, ngh..."
Moans leaked from slick lips. Her panties soaked through at the center with slippery lubrication.
"Ah, hng..."
"Feels good, Bianca...?"
Stroking her hair, she confessed honestly.
"...Y-yeah, good."
But with reason.
"Because... it's you..."
Face flushed deep. Voice shrinking. Too cute—Carlyle couldn't hold back. Breaths mingled thickly again. Rubbing above, pressing core—his fingers slipped inside her panties. Parting soft folds, touching the clenched wet slit—Bianca wailed.
Over panties felt different from bare skin. Emotional bond fulfilled thus far. Carlyle shifted per her initial request. Bianca Shama secretly liked it rough in bed. Knowing that, he turned mischievous.
"Why are you so wet? So much water."
Whispering low into her small ear.
"Begging to be devoured?"
"Ahng, hng...!"
His sudden playfulness irked her a bit, but her body reacted honestly. Gentle Carlyle good, this Carlyle good—mind reeling. Long time apart? Or changed mindset? Always sensitive, but more so now. Somehow her bra had rolled up—who knew when.
"Breasts so pretty and sexy too. Like they want to be eaten."
"Ah, please..."
Why say pervy stuff with that handsome face? Cringey, but Carlyle Schultz wanting her—her body responded. She'd worried about her size; pretty was a relief. And he followed through, so bracing, she held her breath.
"Haaang, ah...!"
Crimson nipple slipped between his lips. Rough tongue laving, rolling it—she hugged his head, ragged breaths escaping. Why help? Maybe his clinging like a baby felt cute—no, definitely not satisfaction at being wanted.
"Ahng, Carlyle..."
Her embrace spurred him; he ravished the soft breast hotly. Baby-like. Though babies didn't suck lewdly.
"Nothing coming out... ha, ngh."
"I know. It'll come when you're a mom."
"Ah, really...!"
Playful words earned punches. Still suckling, her small fists felt like affection. Carlyle turned serious, sheepish.
"Pretend you didn't hear that..."
Even he cringed. Immersed in roleplay, slips happened.
"Good... haang, nng...!"
But no mercy for Bianca Shama. Deep kiss again, hand rubbing her core. Finger slipping into twitching entrance, stirring gently. Her most fragile, precious spot. Sensitive. Wet sounds soon squelched from the humid marsh.
Bianca clung to him.
"Hah, yes, ah... Carlyle..."
Head tossing, moans spilling helplessly. Eyes fixed blindly on him. But one change: her hands moved too. Awkwardly gripping, stroking his length. Instinct of a woman in love, heart acknowledged.
"Kgh, Bianca..."
Small soft hand's touch was unreal; Carlyle groaned. Lips met. When parting briefly, Bianca's head bobbed frantically. Clumsy fine. Desperate kisses to his broad chest, veined arms. Intense—Carlyle shifted, gripping her thigh. Destination too embarrassing to name.
Bianca knew exactly what he intended. Flashback to bathroom scene. She'd thought it weird, impossible for her. But now? Mind changed. Embarrassing, but okay. He did it for her without hesitation. No reason she couldn't for him. Suddenly sorry for hesitating.
I want to do it for him too...!
Just that thought. Sure, competitive urge to outdo him, daze him. But mostly, express to him. Make him feel good.
My feelings for him won't lose...!
"Me, me too...!"
So Bianca sat up abruptly. Pecked startled Carlyle Schultz's lips. Breaths mixed, she declared her resolve.
"Let me do it too, Carlyle."
Carlyle froze.
"Please let me. No, I want to!"
Small fists clenched, determined face undeniably cute. Grateful, but.
Do what...?
She'd been doing it by hand already—tough to endure even that. Hence the position change. Heart-confessed Bianca extra proactive today—testing limits. Undeterred by his reaction, she positioned herself. Gently grasped his rigid manhood.
This is Carlyle's... Seen it before, so up close not gross now. Her beloved Carlyle—familiar, wondrous even. Hearts connected changed perspective.
Always coming inside me... Newly fascinating. His potent masculine scent tingled her lower belly inexplicably. Instinct glued her eyes. No repulsion surprisingly. Acknowledging love for him? Loving owner's no issue.
She'd try hard. Clumsy maybe, but daze him. Gulped dryly. Unconsciously swept side hair. Carlyle couldn't believe it.
"Bi, Bianca...?"
Stammering unlike him. Giving and receiving different. Pure Bianca Shama—unexpected. No demand expected. Her purity beloved; him pleasuring enough.
"You don't have to do tha—!"
Too late.
Chuu— Bianca's soft, moist lips touched his member.