Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Awakening (Masturbation – No Full Sex)
In this world, there are three genders in the strictest sense: men, women… and futanari.
Futanari—a third gender that began gaining recognition decades ago—are also called hermaphrodites. They have breasts, female genitalia, and an overall feminine appearance… but one critical difference sets them apart from women. The very reason they’re called both sexes:
A penis growing where the clitoris should be.
When futanari first appeared, people speculated they were the next stage of human evolution—a perfect blend of male and female. But research later revealed their severely limited reproductive capacity (weak sperm production, estrogen dominance), crushing those theories. Society now largely views futanari as a subcategory of women.
(Side note: This discovery devastated Japan’s niche fetishists.)
Legally, futanari can marry men or women—but most choose men, and many parents register their futanari children as female to avoid discrimination. The old fantasy of hyper-fertile futanari with monster cocks? A relic of the past.
…Or so it should have been.
——-
“*Mmmnghhhhnnnnn❤️*”
There was a girl here who didn’t fit into that common sense.
She was a stunningly beautiful girl with features so perfect one might call them godly. Her face was more accurately described as “beautiful” rather than “cute.” Her sharp features hinted at a lineage not purely Japanese. Without her raven-black hair reaching down to her waist, she would surely be mistaken for a foreigner.
Furthermore, her figure was exceptional. She was tall, with large breasts, long, slender legs, and an incredibly narrow waist that flared out into shapely hips. The student uniform she wore suggested she was still young, yet her looks could rival those of international supermodels.
Her appearance seemed the very embodiment of a man’s idealized woman. However, the look of agony etched on her face, her flushed skin, the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, and the sweet moans spilling from her mouth as she bit down on a handkerchief transformed her goddess-like aura into something profoundly lewd.
The cause of this state lay in the penis she had been gripping incessantly.
She was a third gender, a futanari.
But the meaty rod standing proudly between her thighs differed vastly from what society typically associated with futanari. The penis, sprouting from where her clitoris should have been, was not only far larger than that of an average male but even surpassed the dimensions of Western adult film stars. It was a truly massive, natural endowment.
Dark-skinned and grotesque, this monstrous member jutted from her clitoral area, long enough to reach her navel and thick enough to seemingly exceed the size of a slender female wrist. Its bulbous head looked positively predatory. Barely covering this beautiful woman’s incongruously deadly organ was a pink condom.
Where the balls should have hung beneath the shaft were conspicuously absent. It seemed semen was produced by testicles located near her uterus and supplied directly – a structure common to futanari. However, attached to such a colossal member, the form was starkly dissonant.
And wrapping tightly around this monstrous appendage were her soft hands.
To put it plainly, she was masturbating.
For about three hours straight. Proof littered the area around the bed like ruptured water balloons: numerous colorful, semen-filled condoms. Her libido could shame a pubescent boy discovering his sexuality, and she was in precisely that state.
She – Rin Shirojo – had been just an ordinary girl until just a few days ago. Although renowned throughout the school and even the town for her exceptional looks and high abilities, she had still been an ordinary girl who struggled with exam prep, experienced crushes, and faced family worries.
The turning point was three days ago, the day after she started her second year of high school. That day, for the first time, she ejaculated.
In other words, she had experienced her first wet dream. Waking up revealed not just pajamas soaked beyond saving, but the entire bed in a disastrous state.
Her world turned upside down from that moment. Despite possessing such an extraordinary appendage, Rin had still thought of herself as normal. But now, her penis started reacting intensely to any sexual stimuli involving women.
Its sheer size made it difficult to conceal even when flaccid. When erect, it was impossible. Naturally, attending school in that state was unthinkable. She lied to her family about feeling ill and confined herself to her room.
Since then, she’d been caught in a cycle: She’d sneak out late at night to buy extra-large condoms from a nearby pharmacy, sheath the rod, lose herself in masturbating until climaxing multiple times, then cry during the profound, post-orgasmic clarity (Kenja time) at her wretched state. Exhausted, she’d fall asleep only to start again.
“*Mmmnnnaaahhhhhhh!! ❤️❤️*”
*Splurt! Splurt-splurt-splurt-splurt-splurt-splurt-SPLURT!! Thump-splurt, D-SPLURTTT!*
The condom ballooned taut instantly, filled by a veritable fountain of ejaculate. Despite this being merely the *tens* of climax she’d already reached today, the sheer volume and viscosity remained constant with the first – clear evidence of a stamina that bordered on the superhuman. In terms of sexual endurance and rigidity, she might just set a Guinness record.
“Hahh… Hahhh… …. ❤️ Nnngh❤️”
Here is a faithful English translation:
Panting heavily from her shoulders, she pulled off the condom, twisting its opening shut to prevent spillage. As she stared at the pink, semen-swollen balloon threatening to burst, tears involuntarily welled in Rin’s eyes.
She had always hated this monstrous thing. To Rin, her own penis was the darkest shadow cast over her life. As she entered her impressionable teens, she harbored an intense inferiority toward an organ none of the other girls possessed, driving herself to perfection as compensation.
The result was a flawless superstar — excelling in academics and sports, impeccable in conduct, breathtaking in looks — as though she’d leaped from the pages of a manga.
Yet, she believed this ever-growing male organ utterly overshadowed any praise she received.
To conceal this part of herself, she’d sacrificed everything and endured extraordinary measures:
She wore extra-long skirts.
Skipped every swimming class.
Changed clothes privately during PE to evade others’ eyes.
Abandoned her dream prep school for one that didn’t require swimming credits.
She couldn’t confess feelings to a boy she liked, fearing closeness would expose her secret.
Countless nights had been spent weeping into her pillow over the burden of being futanari. And now, she couldn’t even attend school.
“Uuuuhh⋯⋯”
*Why do I have to suffer like this?* Anger mingled with grief surged from her core; hot tears streamed unchecked down her cheeks. Rin buried her face into her pillow, stifling sobs as she wept into the night.
——–
By the time her tears had dried, Rin’s throat burned with thirst. She reached for the water bottles beside her bed—only to find them all empty. With no choice, she dragged herself up on shaky legs and stumbled out of her room.
The April air still carried winter’s bite, and Rin—drenched in sweat—shivered violently. The sticky strands of hair clinging to her cheeks and neck only made it worse.
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Downstairs
The rich aroma of food greeted her as she entered the living room. A glance at the clock: 8:00 PM. Leftover dishes sat on the table, still warm.
“Oh? Rin… You’re up already? Feeling better?”
“……Mom…”
Her mother, Mana, stood in the kitchen clutching a small clay pot of porridge—her worried gaze locked onto Rin’s face. Rin immediately looked away.
Mana—half Eastern European, half Japanese—had married young. Even among mothers of Rin’s peers, she stood out as unnaturally youthful. But her beauty went beyond that:
Jade-green eyes, slightly downturned, framed by a soft, doll-like face. Silver hair, intricately braided down her back. A body thick with curves—plump yet toned, hidden poorly beneath a frilly apron. A ripe beauty, nothing like a mother of three.
Rin usually bragged about her… but now? Just seeing her was torture.
She’d lied earlier—claiming she had a cold and begged her family not to enter her room. Yet Mana had been moments away from delivering porridge… and discovering the depraved mess inside.
(If she’d seen… if she knew…)
Rin’s stomach twisted. Mana knew about her futanari body—but they never spoke of it. She’d never guess her daughter now had:
A monster cock defying futanari norms. An addiction to masturbation so intense it left her room wrecked.
Guilt gnawed at Rin—but worse? Her mother’s voluptuous figure, so casually exposed, threatened to make her hard again. She clenched her thighs under the table.
“Y-yeah… I’m better now. Just thirsty… and hungry.” She forced a smile. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Your father’s already asleep—” (A lie. Takashi never slept before 1:00 AM. Mana’s unusually bright smile hinted at “plans” later.) “—and Saki’s in the bath.”
Saki—Rin’s little sister—was in her rebellious phase. Once clingy, she now avoided Rin entirely.
“O-oh… I’ll eat quickly and shower too.”
“Good. School tomorrow?”
Rin hesitated. Hiding forever wasn’t an option. Maybe exposure therapy—facing reality—would help.
“…Yeah. I think I can go.”
“That’s my girl.”
As Mana smiled reassuringly and placed a hand on her chest, Rin’s anxiety only deepened.
After all, the incompetent trash that was her cock would become aroused even by her biological mother, threatening to spring erect at any moment.
Shoving down the sickening unease and dread bubbling up inside her, Rin forced her brightest fake smile toward her mother.
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Author’s Note: Though a humble effort of my own, thank you for reading it.
This is my first time posting, and I’m utterly unfamiliar with how Nocturne works. I intend to reply to any thoughts you might share, but as I’m inexperienced, it might take some time.
