Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: The Neighbor 

 

A few hours after waking up, the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains illuminated the dust floating in the air.  

It was the long-awaited day off.  

Akane sat cross-legged on her bed in her room, engrossed in a book. It was a new science fiction novel from the bookstore.  

Though it was labeled as science fiction, the scale of the story was so grand that Akane felt intimidated.  

 

(But today, I’ll rest to my heart’s content.)  

 

At school, she endured daily sexual harassment from Kamishiro, who preyed on her weaknesses, but today, she didn’t have to worry about any of that.  

She was determined to enjoy the holiday, both mentally and physically. Just as she thought that—  

 

“Akane—! Come here for a sec!”  

 

Her mother’s voice called from downstairs.  

What could it be on such a precious day off? Though it was bothersome, she couldn’t ignore it, so Akane set her book aside.  

 

◆◆◆  

 

“Could you deliver the neighborhood newsletter to the house next door?”  

 

“Huh? Me? Okay, sure.”  

 

It was unusual for her mother to ask Akane to deliver the newsletter.  

After all, her younger sister, Suzu, was usually the one who took the initiative to do such things, so it was rare for her mother to ask Akane for anything at all.  

 

“Suzu said she’s going out to play with her friends,” her mother added, as if sensing Akane’s confusion.  

 

“Has she already left?”  

 

“Yes, it seems so.”  

 

Well, since Suzu always handled it, Akane figured she might as well do it today. She took the newsletter.  

 

(Suzu has friends, huh…)  

 

It was a happy thing that her sister had made friends, but Akane couldn’t help feeling a little lonely at the thought of her clingy little sister drifting away.  

No, as her older sister, it was her role to celebrate it sincerely.  

Akane lightly slapped her cheeks to shake off the sentiment and headed for the entrance.  

 

◆◆◆  

 

Akane’s house was a two-story standalone home.  

The house she was headed to was right next door, just a stone’s throw away.  

While Akane’s house and the surrounding homes were utterly ordinary, this particular house stood out with its unusually large plot and a Western-style mansion that evoked distant Europe.  

 

(What kind of rich person lives here?)  

 

Since Suzu had always been the one to deliver the newsletter, Akane knew nothing about this house.  

Her curiosity, which had been focused on the novel earlier, now shifted entirely to the mansion before her.  

 

“Hellooo?”  

 

She pressed the intercom, and a clear, pleasant voice responded.  

A few seconds later, the heavy front door opened, revealing a woman with long black hair and a refined face.  

Caught off guard by the sudden encounter with such a beauty, Akane gulped involuntarily.  

 

“Uh, the neighborhood newsletter—”  

 

“Oh my, thank you!”  

 

Her voice cracked slightly, but the woman smiled as she accepted the newsletter.  

Then, after taking another look at Akane’s face, she tilted her head curiously and gasped in surprise.  

 

“Oh dear, I thought you were Suzu-chan!”  

 

“I’m her older sister, Akane.”  

 

“I’m so sorry! You two look so alike.”  

 

With an embarrassed smile, the woman laughed it off.  

She appeared to be in her late twenties, with flawless skin and charming mannerisms.  

Yet, there was also a hint of sensuality in her every gesture.  

No doubt, men around her wouldn’t leave her alone.  

 

“Oh, I know! As thanks, why don’t you come in for some cookies?”  

 

“Huh? Oh, no, I couldn’t—”  

 

“Young girls shouldn’t be so reserved! Come on!”  

 

Before Akane could protest, the woman took her hand and pulled her inside.  

Just before stepping in, Akane glanced at the nameplate.  

 

(Kitahata-san… I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least know her name.)  

 

She had always been curious about this house.  

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to stay for a little while.  

Letting herself be led, Akane stepped inside.  

 

◆◆◆  

 

“Akane-chan, you’re just as cute as Suzu-chan~”  

 

Kitahata, who had brought out cookies and tea, was beaming with delight.  

Being praised by such a beautiful woman made Akane blush without even thinking to downplay it.  

To Akane, Kitahata was far more beautiful.  

 

“I worked hard on these cookies, so let me know what you think!”  

 

“Wait, you made these yourself?!”  

 

Akane picked up a cookie from the plate and took a bite.  

It was mildly sweet with a moist texture—perfect for her taste.  

 

“They’re really delicious!”  

 

“Oh, I’m so glad you like them!”  

 

Kitahata seemed genuinely pleased by the sincere compliment.  

Seeing her adorable smile made Akane inexplicably happy too.  

There was something strangely captivating about her.  

 

“The tea is a gift, but please have some!”  

 

“O-okay!”  

 

(I should’ve dressed up a little more for this…)  

 

Glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror, Akane regretted her plain sweatsuit, which made her look anything but feminine.  

With a slight sigh, she brought the teacup to her lips.  

 

◆◆◆  

 

How much time had passed since then?  

 

Kitahata, sitting on the sofa across from her, was chatting cheerfully, but Akane couldn’t quite make out the words.  

Her ears only caught fragments of the conversation.  

Her body felt weak, too.  

Though she sensed something was wrong, her mind was too foggy to react.  

 

“Akane-chaan~ Do you have someone you like~?”  

 

Before she knew it, Kitahata had moved to sit beside her.  

Her breath brushed against Akane’s cheek from close range.  

Startled, Akane leaned back slightly.  

 

“Uh… well… no.”  

 

“Hehe, is that so?”  

 

Kitahata’s hand rested on Akane’s thigh.  

Feeling dizzy, Akane tried to inch away, but Kitahata kept closing the distance until Akane was backed into the corner of the sofa.  

When she glanced at Kitahata, the woman was staring back at her with a bewitching smile.  

 

(No… this feels weird…)  

 

“You know, I have a soft spot for cute girls.”  

 

“…Huh?”  

 

“Can I have a taste?”

 

Before Akane could even process the meaning of those words, her face was cupped in both hands, and a sudden kiss silenced her resistance.  

A tongue immediately invaded, violating the inside of her mouth.  

 

“Mmm… chu… lero…”  

 

“Nn—! Mmm, nn!”  

 

For Akane, this was her second kiss, but the way the tongue moved was entirely different from her first kiss with Yukine.  

With Yukine, it had been limited to just sliding the tongue in, but this time, it traced her gums, sucked on her tongue, and skillfully violated her mouth.  

When Kitahata finally pulled away, Akane’s lips were left slack, her body limp.  

 

“Hmm, are you hiding something down there?”  

 

Kitahata’s gaze, feigning innocence, drifted to Akane’s crotch.  

Normally, anyone would be shocked to see a boy with such a thing—or rather, a futanari—but Kitahata acted as if she already knew.  

Her long, slender fingers traced the outline over Akane’s sweats, drawing a strange sound from her.  

 

“So futanari really do exist… Hmm, does that feel good?”  

 

“Haa… N-no…!”  

 

The gentle stimulation only amplified the frustration of her already painfully stiff penis.  

If this teasing continued, she’d lose her mind. Realizing this, Akane swatted Kitahata’s hand away and stood up.  

 

“I-I’m going home now. Thanks for the cookies.”  

 

“…Oh my?”  

 

Akane cursed her own carelessness.  

She never wanted anyone to know about her futanari body, yet in just a few days, four people had already found out.  

If she resisted Kamishiro and his gang, that number might grow.  

Being threatened and toyed with was the last thing she wanted.  

She had thought Kitahata was a kind older sister type, but now she realized she couldn’t trust her—maybe it was best to stay away.  

 

Akane quickened her steps down the hallway.  

But Kitahata caught up instantly, grabbing her shoulder.  

 

“W-what do you want!?”  

 

“Leaving without permission? Big Sister won’t allow that.”  

 

Her weakened body couldn’t resist, and she was easily pushed down.  

Then, gripping Akane’s penis through her sweats, Kitahata forcefully pressed her lips against the bulge.  

A lewd, slurping sound filled the air.  

 

“No, stop! I’ll get mad!”  

 

No matter what Akane said, Kitahata ignored her, sucking and licking through the fabric.  

The sweats were thick enough to dull the sensation, but it wasn’t nothing.  

And the sight of a beautiful, alluring woman sucking her off—Akane couldn’t suppress her excitement and was already close.  

 

“Hah, ah… s-stop…”  

 

Seeing Akane on the verge of tears, Kitahata pulled away with a teasing smile.  

There was something in that smile that reminded Akane of Kamishiro.  

 

“You can cum, futanari penis.”  

 

The moment Kitahata’s mouth sealed tightly around her length, Akane felt something surge from below, her hips jerking forward.  

 

“Ahh, I’m cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming! I’m gonna—!!”  

 

Akane’s body froze for an instant as liquid spilled inside her clothes.  

A large stain formed on her sweats where saliva and seeping semen mixed.  

Overwhelmed by sudden shame after ejaculating, Akane covered her face and sobbed.  

Kitahata grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and began leading her away.  

 

“Please… sniff… let me go home…”  

 

“Crying won’t help. A cutie like you is rare—I’ll enjoy you thoroughly.”  

 

Akane was dragged into a bathroom as large as her own room.  

Leather straps hung from the ceiling and walls, making it clear this wasn’t an ordinary bathroom.  

Ignoring Akane’s shock, Kitahata picked up the showerhead, turned the knob, and sprayed her directly.  

 

“Eek, it’s cold!”  

 

“You got all dirty with your juices, so let’s clean you up.”  

 

Akane’s entire body, sweats and all, was drenched.  

The fabric clung to her, heavy and uncomfortable.  

She never imagined she’d be made to cum so easily by her neighbor, then showered fully clothed.  

Her hair was soaked, sticking to her cheeks.  

 

(Why do I have to go through this just for being a futanari?)  

 

A simmering rage burned inside her.  

This wasn’t the body she chose—why did she have to endure such humiliation and be toyed with?  

 

“Do you hate this?”  

 

Kitahata peered into Akane’s face.  

Of course she hated being violated like this.  

Akane glared at her through tear-blurred eyes.  

 

“How could anyone want something so forced…?”  

 

“So what I’m doing is rape, then.”  

 

“…You tricked me.”  

 

Trembling, Akane didn’t forget to direct her hostility at Kitahata.  

She’d thought she was a good person, but her true nature was that of a sadistic woman who delighted in toying with girls.  

Biting her lip, Akane seethed with betrayal.  

 

“That’s not true.”  

 

“What part isn’t!?”  

 

When Akane raised her voice, Kitahata shook her head as if exasperated.  

 

“I never meant to deceive you. You just misunderstood me.”  

 

With that, Kitahata began stripping Akane’s sweats off.  

Unable to resist, Akane could only let it happen.  

 

“S-stop! You pervert!”  

 

“By the way, did you like the cookies?”  

 

Ignoring Akane’s protests, Kitahata asked casually.  

They had been delicious, but Akane wasn’t in the mood to answer.  

By now, her lower half was stripped down to just her pink panties.  

 

“I added a special ingredient to make your body weak. I’m glad you enjoyed them.”  

 

Akane’s eyes widened.  

The reason she couldn’t resist was because of the cookies she’d eaten.  

She’d fallen into Kitahata’s trap the moment she was invited inside.  

Then, a horrifying possibility struck her.  

 

(If it hadn’t been me today… if it had been Suzu…)  

 

The mere thought sent a chill down her spine.  

Fearfully, Akane asked:  

 

“D-did you… do anything to Suzu? My little sister?”  

 

“Not yet, no.”  

 

Akane’s heart pounded.  

“Not yet” meant Suzu could still be a target.  

She couldn’t let Suzu get hurt.  

The pressure mounted as Kitahata added:  

 

“As long as my desires are satisfied, I won’t touch her.”  

 

“…What does that mean?”  

 

“It’s up to you.”  

 

Akane imagined Suzu being violated by Kitahata, crying helplessly.  

She couldn’t allow that. She had to prevent it at all costs.  

 

(I’ll protect Suzu!)  

 

Her eyes hardened as she stared at Kitahata.  

Kitahata, sensing her resolve, let out a heated sigh, her expression dazed.  

 

“Now, will you take off the top yourself?”  

 

Akane gave a small nod and pinched the zipper of her sweats.