Chapter the First - The Oni-Slaying Princess Ichijou Ryou lay blankly in bed. He was a first year at Modoribashi Academy’s high school. His grades tended to fluctuate between average and below average. He never earned any real reward or punishment and he had never had a girlfriend. He was fairly tall, but he had a slender build and his body almost seemed to have forgotten to grow since middle school. Overall, he was a plain boy with no hint of manliness to him. He had taken a bath after dinner, reread some manga for the umpteenth time instead of doing his homework, and eventually drifted off to sleep. After just a few minutes of unconsciousness, he woke up, wiped the drool from his mouth, and noticed something had changed. “What…is this?”
I Awoke: Chapter the First - The Oni-Slaying Princess Ichijou Ryou lay blankly in bed. He was a first year at Modoribashi Academy’s high school. His grades tended to fluctuate between average and below average. He never earned any real reward or punishment and he had never had a girlfriend. He was fairly tall, but he had a slender build and his body almost seemed to have forgotten to grow since middle school. Overall, he was a plain boy with no hint of manliness to him. He had taken a bath after dinner, reread some manga for the umpteenth time instead of doing his homework, and eventually drifted off to sleep. After just a few minutes of unconsciousness, he woke up, wiped the drool from his mouth, and noticed something had changed. “What…is this?”
When he shook his head, long and glossy black hair stroked his back. His T-shirt felt oddly tight, so he looked down and found two large mounds on the verge of bursting free of the fabric. (T-t.i.ts?) His own chest contained two weighty mounds with the kind of perfect shape and great size that he had only ever seen in pinup magazines and slightly erotic TV shows. The neck of the shirt had been pushed out, so he could see the captivating cleavage of the two white but flushed mounds pressed together by the tight shirt. This was not a picture or a video. He was seeing real b.r.e.a.s.t.s in person. He gulped at the fact that they were attached to him and some sweat trailed down his cheek. Just like his shirt, his shorts felt tighter than usual. His b.u.t.t had grown in volume, causing the fabric to press against his crotch. That should have caused a fair bit of pain for his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, but it only made him feel a little restless. The fabric was digging into his crotch and pressing against a fairly sensitive spot. Once he focused on it, a sense of longing welled up inside him. When his hips naturally started fidgeting up from the bed, he let out a yearning sigh and felt like something warm was seeping out deep within his lower stomach. “What is going on here?” Worried, he stood unsteadily up from his bed. The balance of his body seemed different from normal, so he had difficulty walking. The bulges on his chest shifted his center of gravity forward, so he found himself leaning forward. His already slender arms had grown even more graceful. He felt like his body as a whole was less broad. He moved cautiously forward on legs that had grown longer and slenderer despite the addition of soft flesh. “————!!” Ah, ahh… You’re…kidding…!” When he checked in the mirror, he did see his own face there, but the impression it gave was so different it might as well have belonged to someone else entirely. His nonchalant and carefree face had grown sharp and stiff. The small lips were colored red and covered with a youthful sheen. The nose was thinner and had a dignified charm to it. A strong-willed light filled the slender eyebrows and somewhat angled eyes that stared back at him from the mirror. It was his own gaze, but his heart still skipped a beat. His white, untanned skin had grown even finer, so his already feminine face had truly become a girl’s face. The chin and neck were also slender. “Th-that’s a girl… I’ve turned into a girl!?” While staring at the helpless and confused girl in the mirror, he hesitantly brought his hands to the mounds on his chest. The nipples could be seen poking through the fabric at the peaks. He placed his index fingers on those points and used the other fingers to grab the b.r.e.a.s.t.s. “Ahh!” A powerful surge of electricity ran through him. “This is…what t.i.ts feels like? But…why do I have these!?” His fingertips dug into the weighty flesh. They felt so soft he thought they would melt away. No part of the male body was this soft. He had never even imagined a sensation like this before, so he was utterly confused to find it on his own chest. “Am I…dreaming?” It felt too real for that. Why did he have this body? Would he return to normal? The incomprehensible phenomenon filled him with unease. “Mom and dad are still awake…” He could not help but focus on the sounds from his parents on the floor below. If they came up here, they would see their only son with b.r.e.a.s.t.s. (This is no joke! I’d die of embarra.s.sment!! H-how am I supposed to explain this?) As the unease and confusion only grew, he felt two solid beads rise up from the peaks of the weighty mounds he held. “Ah…hh… Wh-why!?” (I’ve heard girls’ nipples get hard when they’re h.o.r.n.y…b-but this is hardly the time.) “Ee…ah!! Ahh…!” He could not help but press down with his fingertips and another surge of electricity raced from his chest to his brain. He let go in surprise and the handball-sized objects gave an intense bounce. “Ah…” The figure in the mirror was blushing. (I didn’t look that closely before…but as a girl…) The corners of the eyes and the cheeks were flushed and tears had welled up in the eyes to form a troubled look. “I…I’m kind of…cute.” He would definitely be interested in someone like this if they went to his school. However, this was him now. His face remained, but all of the parts had been improved, giving a completely different impression to anyone that saw that face. Even his heart started racing when he saw the dignified beauty of those angled eyes. The slender waist and the incredible volume of the b.u.t.t and b.r.e.a.s.t.s was clearly part of a girl’s body. (Th-then…what are things like…downstairs…?) He was still worried and confused by this strange situation, but his heart was motivated by even more powerful curiosity. His shorts were being pulled tightly against his crotch, yet he did not feel what should have been there as a boy. All he felt was a heated throbbing that continued to grow. Was it really gone? His heart beat so loudly he had trouble breathing and he realized his body was coated with sweat. This was hardly the time, and yet… He gulped and hesitantly slid a hand inside his shorts. “Hyaaaaaaah!” Suddenly, a somewhat silly scream reached Ryou’s ears. “———!! That voice. Yume!” He instantly came back to his senses. He stopped the hand before it reached his genderbent crotch and turned his sweaty face to the window. He saw a strangely large form past the balcony and in a room of the neighboring house. “Wh-what is that!? Y-Yume!!” That room belonged to his cousin who had been like a sister to him all his life. At some point, he had begun to have feelings of love for her as well. Ichijou Yume was the most important girl in the world to him and that was her room. (Who is that!? And what are they doing to my Yume!?) The blood rushed to his head and he acted before thinking. He completely forgot he had become a girl and used unnatural strength to leap from his room to the neighboring balcony. (M-my body is so light! I can jump this far!?) He opened the gla.s.s door and stepped inside. (She left it unlocked again. And after I keep telling her that’s dangerous. I need to get after her about that later.) He put up his guard as a b.e.s.t.i.a.l smell a.s.saulted his nose. A giant man with grotesquely bulging muscles had crawled up onto the bed in the darkness. “Wh-who are you!? And what do you think you’re doing!?” Once he forced out his voice, the man glared at him with somewhat muddy eyes. The deep, m.u.f.fled roar was truly that of a beast. Abnormally long, thick fangs were visible in the mouth he opened to snarl. Was this a nightmare? Even if it was a dream, he could not abandon the girl lying below that giant form. “Ahhhh… I’m scared… Please…don’t do anything to me…” Her quiet voice was trembling with fear. Her lemon yellow pajamas were in messy disarray, giving glimpse of a body with plenty of feminine curves. She must have been treated roughly because her underwear and pajamas were torn in places and red scratches could be seen on her lovely jewel-like skin. Her plump legs had been forced apart, revealing the crotch protected only by light pink panties. The giant man’s wart-covered p.e.n.i.s was so thick it looked like some kind of weapon and it was spewing prec.u.m like drool as it approached her crotch. “Fwaaah… No… Help me… Ryou-chan… Kyaaahh!” She cried tearfully, asking for help from the person who had just jumped in her window. “Wh-who are you..? Get off of her. Get away from Yume.” Ryou was scared and had no idea what was happening, but he forced out a trembling voice. As if to mock him, the man directly grabbed Yume’s fully-mature b.r.e.a.s.t.s that were clearly exposed even in the darkness. “Ahhhhh! Th-that hurts! No…not so rough… Stop!!” The man squeezed those attractive mounds so forcefully Ryou thought they were going to burst. He had just learned firsthand how sensitive b.r.e.a.s.t.s were, so he knew that had to hurt. They needed to be treated more gently and delicately, but the giant continued his violent groping despite Yume’s screams and pressed his erection against the defenseless girl’s crotch. “Get that filthy thing…” That was when something in Ryou’s mind snapped. “…away from Yumeeeeeee!” He kicked off the floor and sent his body flying forward like a bullet. He slammed his clenched fist against the side of the giant man’s face. He heard something like an explosion and felt the power of the blow in his hand. “Gwohhhh!” The man’s head bent at an unnatural angle and his giant body was knocked away. He slammed into the wall and his head was embedded inside it. (————!? What…? Why was my punch so powerful? But more importantly…Yume!) Surprised by his own power, Ryou picked his cousin up from the bed. “Ahh~, Ryou-cha-…eh? A…girl?”
Just as he was going to ask her if she was okay, he quickly held his tongue. She seemed to have a.s.sumed her cousin and next door neighbor had come to save her, but she was taken aback by the unexpectedly soft sensation. She started curiously poking at the mounds pushing out Ryou’s T-shirt. “Hyah!” A sweet ticklishness grew in the jiggling flesh and he let out a shrill cry. “Hyawah. S-sorry!! H-huh? But… You look like Ryou-chan…but you’re not…?”
He did not know what to say. Perhaps he should not have let her see him like this. As his cousin tried to peer at his face in the darkness, he belatedly looked away and tried to think of an answer. “You…b.i.t.c.h!” Ryou was caught off guard by an intense charge. “Agh! Ah, gaaahh!!” He was grabbed by the back of the neck and easily lifted up with one hand. “Kyah!” Yume was knocked away and pa.s.sed out. “I’ll never forgive you for interrupting my meal!!” It was a deep and unpleasant voice. It sounded like an animal forcing itself to speak in human language. Despite having his head buried in the wall, the giant did not have a scratch on him. He simply glared at Ryou in intense anger. “Wah!! Ah, ah…”
Seeing him up close filled Ryou with fear. (He…isn’t human!! A-an Oni!?) Filthy yellowed fangs grew irregularly in a mouth that split all the way to the ears like a carnivorous beast’s. His ears were pointed like a blood-sucking bat’s. His reddish-brown hair was dark like it had dried blood in it and grew wildly. Two thick and dangerous-looking horns grew from his rock-like head. His muddy golden eyes were opened wide on a vicious face that seemed to hold concentrated evil. His arms, legs, neck, and torso were all absurdly thick. Countless muscles were woven together into an inhumanly thick body. Seeing his giant body up close, he really did look like a legendary creature dragged into reality. He was an Oni, but he looked more like the ones in picture scrolls and images of h.e.l.l than from the ill.u.s.trations of the stories Ryou had read as a child. “Geh heh heh. Woman, I sense the smell of a h.o.r.n.y s.l.u.t. It’s a nice smell, much like that of that sacrifice.” His breath smelled like rotten meat and he sniffed in delight. “Gh…hhh…hyaaah!!” As Ryou suppressed the urge to vomit, the Oni suddenly grabbed his b.r.e.a.s.t.s. “Stop…that! Let go…! Owwwwww! Khhh…” He groaned in pain at the same forceful groping that Yume had received. He could not help but twist his body, but that further tightened the neck of his shirt. His consciousness started to fade as the pain in his b.r.e.a.s.t.s grew. Fingers with sharp claws dug into and carelessly toyed with the soft flesh. The humiliating treatment of those lovely mounds distorted their artillery sh.e.l.l shape. The pain filled them and surged out from there. Yet as a self-defense measure, a maddening throbbing grew from deep within the b.r.e.a.s.t.s to soften the unbearable stimulation. (This…is… This is what…Yume was going through…?)
But instead of giving into that sweet sensation, Ryou burned with intense rage directed at the villain who had done this to his cousin’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s. “Ka ha ha ha ha! Woman, groping your t.i.ts turned you on? Then I will devour you before moving on to the true sacrifice!!” A slight damp stain appeared on the tight crotch of Ryou’s shorts. The violently large erection approached that holy genderbent location. The p.e.n.i.s was colored a reddish purple. Each time it throbbed, a great quant.i.ty of prec.u.m shot out and splattered on Ryou’s bare legs. (He got…that filthy juice…on her!?) Ryou’s anger grew even further. When this had been pouring out before, it had dripped onto Yume’s unsullied body. “What? Do you like my c.o.c.k that much? Fine, then. Before eating you, I’ll give you a taste! Now suck it!!” The Oni let go of Ryou’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s and lowered him to the floor. Freed not just from the pain in his b.r.e.a.s.t.s but also from the pressure on his throat, he coughed and took in a breath of relief. Even when there was a decent height different, a woman on her knees would need to lower her mouth to crotch level to suck a human man’s p.e.n.i.s, but the Oni’s giant p.e.n.i.s was right at eye level when Ryou was standing and leaning forward a little. The head was about the size of a baby’s clenched fist. “Ghuh!! That’s…so nasty…” A rotting smell painted too kind a picture of the stench as the s.m.e.g.m.a-covered erection was pushed toward him. Seeing that lovely face so close must have aroused the Oni because prec.u.m burst from the tip and covered Ryou’s female face. “Gfh…ah, ghhhh…” It happened so suddenly that some got in his mouth. The intense acidity numbed his tongue and the intense flavor of rotting fish spread through his mouth. He quickly spat it out with the saliva that welled out and worked to suppress the rising urge to vomit. He could barely stand just the fluid, so there was no way he could take the entire manhood in the mouth. For one thing, he was a boy. He did not even want to see another man’s p.e.n.i.s. He wiped the sticky liquid off his face with a hand, but the smell and stickiness remained. The Oni gave a displeased smile, grabbed Ryou’s hair, and slowly moved his p.e.n.i.s in toward the “girl’s” lovely face. (Was he…going to do this to Yume too!?) He thought of that girl as more than just a cousin and she was lovelier, cuter, and purer than anyone he knew. He could not allow her to be defiled. And yet this monster said he would attack Yume after raping Ryou. He could not allow that. “Gah!? Wh-what?” A pure blue light glowed in the darkness. It came from Ryou and Yume who was still pa.s.sed out on the floor. The shocked Oni watched as their synchronized glow took form and drew out a pentagram at their feet. Rin, Pyo, To, Sha, Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen. Nine written characters appeared and vanished in order and the room’s filthy atmosphere was purified. The grimacing Oni was blinded as a dazzling light burst out. “Wh-what is that? I-it can’t be!” Once the light vanished and the darkness returned, the “girl” was standing in front of his unconscious cousin. The Oni was shocked by what had suddenly appeared in Ryou’s hand. “This blade is made to cut you down, filthy Oni!” No sign of the gentle boy remained in the fierce gaze that pierced the grotesque monster. A dignified voice shook the air and the Oni staggered back. Ryou held the sword to the right with the tip touching the floor. The blade was over sixty centimeters long, elegantly curved, and dyed a red reminiscent of fresh blood. It fell into the traditional ""tachi"" category of swords, but something about it felt fundamentally different. The blade told Ryou that it was not made to cut down humans. It instead used human power to cut down the inhuman monsters that devoured and defiled humans. “Haahhhhhh!!” Ryou only felt a dull sensation from the blade. Even though it meant tearing through the hair the Oni held, he turned around, swung up the blade with enough force to cut through cloth, and severed an arm as thick as a log. “Gyaaaaaaaaahh! Y-you biiiiiiiitch!” The Oni gave a rumbling scream and leaned back. He raged in pain and grabbed at Ryou with his other hand. But… “Hmph!” A beautiful swing from above severed the other arm as well. Ryou had never wielded a sword before. The most he had done was swing a bamboo sword a little during gym cla.s.s. But now he seemed to have become one with the strange sword as he handled the monster with adroit movements. “H-how dare yoooooooooou!! M-m-m-my arrrrrms!” The Oni was in a state of panic now. He used his giant body to charge toward Ryou in hopes of crushing him. But now that he had a slender female body, he nimbly hopped out of the way like Shanao being made to spin and dance by Musashibo. “You dare lay a hand on Yume!? Prepare yourself, filthy Oni! Seiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!” Even in midair, Ryou’s stance remained as solid as if he was rooted to the ground and the b.l.o.o.d.y-bladed sword swept horizontally too quickly to be seen. “Gweeehhh!” He heard the dull sound of flesh and bone being sliced through. The Oni gave an earsplitting cry as his head was removed from his shoulders. A look of shocked disbelief remained on the face as it turned into a toxic miasma and vanished. The floor rumbled as the headless body collapsed forward. That body also became a dark haze and gradually vanished. “D-did I…defeat it?” Ryou stared at the scene in utter confusion. If not for the wall the Oni had broken, he would have thought it was all some horrible hallucination. As if to say its duty was complete, the heavy sword suddenly transformed into particles of light and vanished. The fierce presence residing in Ryou’s body also settled down. “What…just happened?” He did not understand any of it, but he was relieved to have escaped that abnormal crisis. He sat wearily on the floor next to Yume. Ryou’s eyes wandered absentmindedly around as he sat in the comfortable living room of his own home. It was a little past midnight. He had washed off the Oni’s putrid bodily fluids in the shower and was finally getting a chance to rest. His mother brushed his long hair while he drank some nicely chilled orange juice. By the time the hairdryer had done its job, his aunt and uncle (i.e. Yume’s parents) arrived from next door. They gasped when they saw Ryou had become a girl and they sat down in front of him. His uncle looked a lot like his mother. His aunt and his father had nearly identical faces. Yume’s father and Ryou’s mother were twins, as were Yume’s mother and Ryou’s father. In other words, one set of twins had married the other. Also, the sets of twins were also cousins from the same family, so they had all known each other from a very young age. Yume always called it romantic, but Ryou had always found it kind of embarra.s.sing as their son. All four of them exchanged a serious glance and groaned. “To think it would be our children…” Ryou’s father spoke first and Yume’s mother quietly began sobbing. Ryou’s mother embraced the woman’s shoulders to comfort her. All four of them seemed to know what had happened. “So what is this? Why did I turn into a…g-girl?” He was embarra.s.sed to have his parents, aunt, and uncle see the swollen chest of his shirt, so he blushed and shrank down. However, his arms only squeezed at the b.r.e.a.s.t.s, accentuating them further. His father and uncle blushed and looked away awkwardly. When he glared at the unreliable men, his mother smiled gently to comfort her son and spoke kindly. “Ryou, you’ve turned into Onikiri-hime. That’s the Ichijou family’s exorcising swordsman with the power to protect Oninagusamu-hime – that’s Yume-chan – from the Oni.” “Onigiri…hime?” He pictured a girl making rice b.a.l.l.s at the local restaurant. Or maybe a convenience store worker. “No, Onikiri-hime! Oni – stop there! – kiri-hime. Don’t forget to put the accent on the ‘ni’ and the ‘ri’!” Ryou ignored his father’s insistent argument. “Protect Yume from the Oni? You mean more like that one will attack her?” “Yes… She was chosen to be Oninagusamu-hime, who they go after as a sacrifice.” His uncle answered with a heavy sigh and everything about it was a surprise to Ryou. “You know that we – or rather, the main Ichijou family – are a family of exorcists known as Oni Controllers that use Oni to drive out the evil spirits that have plagued this country since ancient times, don’t you? The Oni whose brethren have unwillingly submitted themselves to our family hold a grudge against the Ichijou family and try to strike back against us. They also want the Ichijou family’s spiritual power, so they choose the member of the family with the greatest spiritual power as a sacrifice and attempt to devour her.” “A-and that sacrifice is Yume?” Ryou asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice and his uncle nodded with an agonized look. He could not continue speaking, so Ryou’s father continued for him. “Yes. Our ancestors referred to the Oni’s chosen sacrifice as Oninagusamu-hime. The power to control Oni only appears in women, so the Oni only target women. When Oninagusamu-hime has been a powerful Oni Controller, she has been able to win over and use the Oni who attack her. But when an untrained Oninagusamu-hime with nothing more than great spiritual power, is attacked by a powerful Oni that she cannot hope to control…” She would be devoured without putting up a fight. “That is why our ancestors forged the Oni-slaying sword Zanshou and gave it the power to defeat and annihilate Oni rather than control them. They gave that sword to a maiden they called Onikiri-hime and had her protect Oninagusamu-hime.” “And that’s me? B-but I’m a boy! Hime means it would be a girl, right? So why did I turn into a girl!?” “The power to control Oni only resides in women even in the main Ichijou family. The Oni-slaying Onikiri-hime is also supposed to be a woman’s role, but…I have heard that a male is occasionally chosen as Onikiri-hime. He supposedly gains a female body and the power to slay the Oni.” Ryou appreciated the explanation, but he wished his father would stop speaking in such overly dramatic tones at the important points. He even stood up for no reason, crossed his arms, and looked up into the sky out the window. It was really annoying and made it clear the man watched too many wuxia dramas. Ryou began ignoring his father so the man would not get any more carried away, so his uncle took over again. “Onikiri-hime is apparently chosen by Oninagusamu-hime as the member of the family she considers most suitable to protect her. Yume has relied on you since she was little, so she must have subconsciously chosen you to be her Onikiri-hime. Sorry…” When his uncle lowered his head apologetically, Ryou could say nothing more. (Yume relied on me…?) But he could not fight or even play any sports, so could you really fight Oni to protect her? He had felt a strange power deep inside him since gaining this girl’s body, but he was still worried. “Unlike the main family, a branch family like us thins the bloodline by marrying outside the family. That should have prevented the Oni from having anything to do with us, but a marriage between twin cousins must have made your and Yume’s blood thick enough. I’m sorry, Ryou-chan, but you’re the only one we can rely one. Protect our daughter…protect Yume from the Oni.” His aunt wiped away the tears and held his hand tight as she earnestly begged him. The “girl” could only gather his resolve and nod. It was quite late by the time the explanations were complete, so Ryou returned to his room and lay on his bed. His parents, aunt, and uncle were still talking in the living room below. He looked out the window and saw Yume’s room with its broken gla.s.s and cracked wall. She had been moved to another room and was sleeping as peacefully as if nothing had happened. He still had trouble believing it all. If he had not still been in a girl’s body, he would have a.s.sumed it had all been a bad dream. (I defeated that Oni, so they said my spiritual power should settle down as I sleep and I’ll turn back into a boy.) He could not believe he had defeated that thing. He trembled as he recalled its giant and fearsome form and remembered the nauseating rotting smell. Would something like that really attack Yume again? That thought scared him most of all. He doubted he could beat something like that again. Nevertheless, he would still protect Yume. He could not let that those repulsive Oni have that beloved girl. He clenched his fist, but his arm accidentally brushed up against the top of his enlarged chest. “Hyah!! Ah… Fwah~~~~” A vivid sensation raced through his entire body and an exhausted itching filled those large mounds. “H-honestly… What is with the female body? It’s way too sensitive…” In his male body, he would not feel like this even if he accidentally touched his p.e.n.i.s. He had just built up his resolve to protect his cousin from those Oni, yet a sweet disturbance instantly filled his mind. (C-come to think of it, I touched my t.i.ts, but I-I never checked…d-downstairs.) When taking a shower, he had been so shocked by everything that had happened that he had mechanically washed himself clean and he barely remembered it now. But now that he had returned to his room and calmed down some, his curiosity toward his unknown genderbent body reignited. “I-I need to…check it out…” He pulled off the tight shorts so he only wore boxers down there. He hesitantly slipped a hand into that underwear. His heart raced as he felt a soft bulge on top of the pubis that was much thicker than when he was a boy. Then he moved his fingers further. “Nn! Fwaahh!! Ah, ahh… I-it isn’t there… My d.i.c.k is really gone!” The area where his p.e.n.i.s had been felt smooth and sank down further into the crotch. There was of course no sign of the wrinkled b.a.l.l.s either. He instinctually lifted his hips up and gasped at the ticklish tingling as he pressed his fingers harder against the strange sensation. His fingers easily sank into the vertical crevice up to the first joint. “Fwaaaah! Aghhhhhh!!” To keep himself from shouting too loudly, he bit his blanket. (What is this!? Ahhh, amazing. My whole body…is tingling… It’s like electricity is racing through me. No, it’s more than that. Something much, much hotter…is coming from deep inside… Fwah. My hips are lifting up on their own!! M-my t.i.ts were amazing, but this…my p-p.u.s.s.y is amazing too!) Inside the crevice, he found sensitive flesh that filled his mind with blinding light when he touched it. Flower petals of thin flesh wrapped around his fingers. As he stirred them up, a sticky liquid produced an obscenely wet sound. “Ahhhhhhahahahhhh. I-I’m wet! I’m wet!! Hyaah!” Simply moving his finger up and down a little was enough for his mind to flash maddeningly in and out. While his p.e.n.i.s had grown harder the more he touched it, these feminine lips grew softer and grew soaked with overflowing love juices. The pleasure seemed to rise without end. As a teenage boy who was very curious about the opposite s.e.x, he fully lost himself in exploring his new body. (Fwaaah. This…this thing feels so good…and it’s mine. This is…my p.u.s.s.y. It’s mine! Fwaaah. My fingers are sinking in. Ahh, there!!) When he focused on the fact that this female s.e.x organ was a part of his body, he thought the perverted sense of arousal would drive him insane. Before he knew it, he had spread his legs shamelessly wide and had found the narrow hole at the bottom of the female crevice his fingers were digging through. (In…here…ah…) It was opening and closing and love juices dripped from it like drool. If he stuck a finger in there, he might feel even greater pleasure. But… (The first time…h-hurts for girls, doesn’t it? But I’m a boy… And I haven’t even done it as a boy. But…) Fear quickly rose within him. The narrow entrance opened and closed as if asking him to stick his finger inside, but he stopped at just touching the entrance. He still felt a throbbing that made him twist his hips around, so he moved his fingertips elsewhere. This time, he slid his fingers to the top of the wet crevice. They approached a stiff object covered by a hood of flesh that throbbed as it begged to be touched. It more or less felt like his erect p.e.n.i.s from when he was a boy. It was smaller than the tip of his pinky finger, but the instant he carelessly touched it, pleasure exploded inside him. “Kfwaaaaaaaaahh!! Ahh, ahhhh! Ah, ah, ahhh!! Something’s…about to…ee…I’m…c.u.mming…nnnnnhaaaaaaaaaaaa!” While still unaccustomed to his sensitive female body, he had built up the sweet sensation inside him by teasing his new feminine lips and then he had touched the concentrated pleasure nerves of the c.l.i.toris. He easily climaxed. He thrust his crotch shamelessly high and something sprayed from the v.a.g.i.n.a that had been forced to wait. “Hyaaah… Amazing… The female…body…ah…feels…too good…nnah…” Unlike a boy’s quickly extinguished o.r.g.a.s.m, the pleasure did not fade and Ryou greedily sought the pleasures of his female body throughout the night.