Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Returning Home

“Don’t you think norovirus is scarier than the flu?”  

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Drops of water fell from the showerhead, tapping against the tiled floor.  

A bathroom several times larger than those found in ordinary homes—but its abnormality wasn’t just its size. The handcuffs dangling from the ceiling and walls spoke volumes about its peculiarity.  

 

“Ah—! Don’t take off your panties. Leave your socks on, too.”  

 

At the center of the room, Kitahata reveled in Akane’s humiliated state.  

Already, Akane was left with only her panties and socks on, while her bare upper body peeked through the gaps between her arms covering her modestly sized breasts.  

 

“You see, when I’m with a girl in the bathroom, I never let them take off their panties or socks. The way they cling tightly to the skin when wet is just so exciting~.”  

 

“…Pervert.”  

 

“Hehe, I suppose so.”  

 

With a smile, Kitahata slid her hand along Akane’s shoulder, making her body twitch in response.  

 

“Akane-chan, I’ll ask you again—do you really hate this?”  

 

“Of course I do!”  

 

“And yet, this little guy here is peeking out~?”  

 

Akane turned away, her face burning red.  

The tip of her cock was poking out from her panties.  

No matter how many times someone saw her futanari body, she could never get used to it. After all, no normal girl should have something like this.  

 

“If you’re going to hide anything, it should be this, not your chest.”  

 

“Ah—!”  

 

Kitahata’s finger traced the exposed glans, drawing an involuntary moan from Akane.  

 

“Hehe, you like it, don’t you? You can’t judge me then~.”  

 

The fingers stroking her grew faster, and with it, the pleasure coursing through Akane’s cock intensified.  

She instinctively hunched forward, gripping Kitahata’s shoulders—causing her arms to shift and expose her breasts.  

 

“Such pretty breasts. I’ll torment these as well~.”  

 

While one hand worked Akane’s cock, Kitahata’s other hand began kneading her breasts.  

The well-shaped mounds were molded obscenely by slender fingers.  

 

“I-I can’t take it anymore…”  

 

Between the relentless attention on her cock and her breasts, Akane’s legs gave out, and she slumped to the floor.  

Kitahata loomed over her, about to resume the assault—until an idea seemed to strike her.  

 

“Akane-chan, come here for a second.”  

 

“…Eh?”  

 

Not waiting for a reply, Kitahata dragged Akane across the floor.  

From the center of the room, she pulled her several meters toward the wall, where a leather collar hung from a short chain.  

It was too large for wrists—clearly meant for necks.  

Kitahata fastened it around Akane’s throat without hesitation.  

The chain was short, preventing Akane from standing.  

 

“We’re about to feel really, really good together, but I don’t want you forgetting who’s in charge. That’s why you get a collar~.”  

 

Kitahata looked down at her as if to say, “You should be grateful.”  

Akane, still sitting, glared up defiantly, unwilling to surrender to the pleasure.  

But the thought of that proud expression twisting in ecstasy only excited Kitahata further.  

She knelt down, tilting Akane’s chin up before whispering:  

 

“From now on, you’ll call me Onee-sama. Understood?”  

 

Kitahata held Suzu—Akane’s little sister—hostage.  

Akane had no right to refuse.  

 

“…Yes, Onee-sama.”  

 

“Oh, you’re just too adorable~.”  

 

Perhaps her reluctant submission only stoked Kitahata’s desire, because Akane’s lips were seized immediately after.  

Their tongues tangled obscenely, accompanied by wet, lewd sounds.  

Despite her initial resistance, the pleasure was addictive—Akane found herself reciprocating before she realized it.  

Three minutes later, Kitahata suddenly pulled back.  

 

“O-O-Onee-sama…?”  

 

Though she’d resolved not to submit, the kiss left Akane dazed, her body already accepting the pleasure Kitahata offered.  

 

“What a lewd face~… Alright, I’ll play with this side next~.”  

 

Kitahata reclaimed her lips, her fingers tightening around Akane’s exposed cock, stroking it firmly.  

Each pull drew sputtering beads of precum from the tip.  

Akane clutched at Kitahata’s wrist, but it was useless—the stimulation continued relentlessly.  

 

“Mmh, mmm… n-no…!”  

 

Hearing this, Kitahata halted the kiss and slowed her hand.  

 

“You’re close, aren’t you?”  

 

“Yes… I-I’m gonna… cum…”  

 

Akane was already crumbling.  

Kitahata sighed, suddenly feeling unchallenged.  

Half the fun was the struggle before the fall—if Akane gave in so easily, where was the thrill?  

So, Kitahata decided to provoke her.  

 

“If you cum now, you’ll never be a proper woman~.”  

 

“…Huh?”  

 

Akane’s pleasure-drunk expression froze.  

 

“Well, think about it. A girl cumming from a cock—the very symbol of maleness—? How disgraceful~.”  

 

“N-no…”  

 

“If you want to be a normal girl, surely you can hold back a little longer, right?”  

 

Despair washed over Akane’s face.  

Seeing it, Kitahata smirked.  

Of course, if she kept stroking her like this, Akane would inevitably ejaculate.  

And ridiculing her for it was the whole point.  

 

“I… I understand…”  

 

“Good girl. Then do your best~.”  

 

Despite her words, Kitahata’s hand never stopped moving.  

Akane clenched her ass, straining to resist, but the pleasure was merciless.  

 

The fact that her body bore a man’s appendage was an unforgivable insult to her pride as a woman.  

That was why futanari hid their nature—once exposed, they became toys for others to play with.  

And Akane, having been discovered, had already suffered at the hands of every woman who knew her secret.  

She regretted her carelessness, but she couldn’t deny the perverse pleasure she’d taken in letting her cock be enjoyed.  

The self-loathing weighed heavily on her.  

 

(This isn’t the time to feel good—I have to endure…!)  

 

“My hand’s all sticky with your precum~. Surely you’re not actually about to cum, are you?”  

 

Kitahata peered at her with mock concern, fully aware of Akane’s breaking point.  

Yet Akane, oblivious to the taunt, only trembled, her face flushed as she fought to hold back.  

 

“If you cum from this, you’re just a filthy penis-girl~. I’ll go faster now, but you have to hold on, okay?”  

 

“Ahn—! I’m gonna—!”  

 

“There, there~…”  

 

Kitahata’s hand sped up.  

Unable to resist, Akane came violently—a fountain of cum splattering against Kitahata’s clothes.  

 

“O-Onee-sama…!”  

 

“Oh dear~, you really let it all out, didn’t you? Did your little boy part feel that good?”  

 

Was it because she’d failed to hold back? Or because she’d dirtied Kitahata’s clothes?  

Though the woman’s lips curled in amusement, her gentle eyes were laced with contempt.  

Akane shrank under that gaze, her defiance vanishing as she stiffened like a cornered animal.  

 

“Ahh~… So cute! So very cute… but now, you’ll never be just a normal girl. You’re a perverted penis-girl, cumming from a cock~.”  

 

“H-higuh…!”  

 

“Hehe, are you crying from being insulted? But Akane-chan, you haven’t satisfied me yet~.”  

 

That’s right.  

To protect Suzu from this woman, Akane had to obey—to endure until Kitahata was satisfied.  

A single orgasm wouldn’t be nearly enough.  

 

Then, right in front of Akane, Kitahata hiked up her long skirt, revealing black lingerie beneath.  

The intricate embroidery exuded a mature allure, enough to make Akane’s head spin.  

But Kitahata didn’t stop there—she hooked her fingers under the fabric, pulling it aside to expose herself fully.  

Akane’s eyes met the soft, neatly trimmed patch of hair.  

 

“Hehe, what do you think? Don’t look away~.”  

 

“W-wait, p-please cover…!”  

 

“Oh, Akane-chan, you’re the one who’s been flashing your shameful parts at me~. Don’t act shy now.”  

 

Even so, Akane hesitated, torn between discomfort and embarrassment.  

The last time she’d seen someone else’s private area was back in elementary school—her little sister’s.  

In fact, Suzu was the only other person she’d ever seen naked.  

Was Kitahata enjoying being exposed?  

Would this alone satisfy her?  

 

“Alright, Akane-chan…”  

 

If only looking was required, Akane could endure.  

This was her moment to steel herself.  

 

But Kitahata’s next words shattered that hope.  

Here is the faithful English translation without any omissions:

 

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“If it’s just looking, I can endure it somehow. This is the moment to hold on.”  

 

But Kitahata betrayed Akane’s expectations by issuing a cruel command.  

 

“Lick it.”  

 

“…Huh?”  

 

Did Kitahata just say “Lick it”?  

Given her earlier actions, she must be referring to the glistening folds now exposed before Akane’s eyes.  

Her mind struggling to keep up, Akane hesitantly asked for clarification.  

 

“Um… wh-where am I supposed to lick?”  

 

“Ugh, stupid cock-girl…”  

 

The term “cock-girl” gripped Akane’s heart like a vise.  

No matter how many times she heard it, she couldn’t get used to it.  

 

“My pussy, obviously?”  

 

Just as she feared. Akane froze.  

She had always assumed such acts were reserved for the opposite sex—the idea of tasting another woman’s flesh filled her with resistance.  

Kitahata knew this. She was enjoying Akane’s discomfort.  

 

“On your knees, hands behind your back. Use only your mouth.”  

 

“…”  

 

(No no no, absolutely not! I can’t possibly lick that!)  

 

Akane’s reluctance only stoked Kitahata’s impatience.  

 

“If you won’t do it, maybe I’ll have Suzu-chan take your place~?”  

 

Instantly, Akane’s expression hardened.  

When it came to her sister, she was pathetically easy to manipulate.  

 

“Good girl~. Now, go ahead and do it.”  

 

Akane obeyed, kneeling with her hands clasped behind her back.  

She leaned closer to Kitahata’s exposed sex.  

As she approached, an intense feminine scent filled her nostrils.  

Though potent, it wasn’t unpleasant—rather, it stirred something primal in Akane.  

 

(It’s different from mine…)  

 

Trembling, she extended her tongue.  

When the quivering tip made contact, Kitahata’s body jerked.  

Unsure if she’d done something wrong, Akane glanced up nervously—only to find Kitahata wearing a delirious smile, far from displeased.  

 

(I don’t really get it, but… should I just go for it?)  

 

Half-desperate, she dragged her tongue along the slit.  

Kitahata’s body reacted more violently this time.  

She was definitely feeling it.  

Each movement produced lewd, wet sounds—not from Akane’s saliva alone.  

A sense of forbidden pleasure enveloped her.  

 

(Well, this is something forbidden…)  

 

Still, knowing her clumsy technique was pleasuring Kitahata didn’t feel bad.  

For once, the tables had turned—Akane felt a flicker of dominance, spurring her to move more eagerly.  

 

“Ahh, amazing! I’m already—!”  

 

Taking Kitahata’s moan as her cue, Akane doubled her efforts.  

With a final cry, Kitahata’s hips bucked before she collapsed, savoring the aftershocks.  

Her disheveled, sensual appearance left Akane flustered.  

 

“Your clothes are all messy… Kitahata-san, you’re really pretty.”  

 

The words slipped out before she could stop them.  

Despite being coerced, she couldn’t help admiring the beauty before her.  

Wanting to see more—and perhaps get revenge—Akane leaned in again.  

But Kitahata moved faster, flipping Akane onto her back with practiced ease.  

 

“Wha—!?”  

 

“You’re supposed to call me Onee-sama, remember?”  

 

Brushing hair from her face, Kitahata grabbed Akane’s exposed cock and began stroking.  

Though Akane had already cum once, she’d hardened again—but a second round would be tougher.  

 

“U-Onee-sama… it hurts a little…”  

 

Kitahata ignored her, continuing relentlessly.  

Worse, if she came like this, it would splatter all over her face.  

 

“Akane-chan, your panties are outlining your mons so clearly~.”  

 

“That’s why it hurts— Wait! Don’t look!”  

 

“You didn’t call me Onee-sama, so this is your punishment. Cum all over your own face.”  

 

She stroked vigorously, the leftover semen from earlier frothing.  

Suddenly, a noise came from the changing area—and Akane’s resistance shattered.  

A mix of pain and shame-fueled pleasure overwhelmed her as thick cum shot out, some landing warm on her face.  

Exhaustion hit instantly, and her eyelids drooped shut.  

 

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“Big sis, wake up.”  

 

Akane opened her eyes to an orange ceiling and Suzu’s face.  

Evening already?  

Her head rested on something soft—Suzu’s lap. Though this wasn’t unusual, today it felt especially comforting.  

 

“Nn… Suzu, morning.”  

 

“Yeah, morning.”  

 

Still groggy, she sat up and accepted the offered water—then remembered.  

She’d been doing those things with Kitahata earlier.  

Panicked, she checked her clothes, but her sweats were dry.  

No collar either.  

 

“Suzu… I…”  

 

“Yeah, Kitahata-san said you fell asleep, so she asked me to come get you.”  

 

“How?”  

 

“Carried you.”  

 

“Oh… thanks, Suzu.”  

 

Where did her slender sister get such strength?  

More than that, guilt gnawed at her—Suzu had come to fetch her, oblivious to what she’d been doing.  

 

(But it felt good…)  

 

“Big sis?”  

 

“Eek!?”  

 

Suzu’s face was suddenly inches from hers, close enough their noses almost touched.  

Her sister’s beauty—unbelievable for a sibling—left Akane flustered.  

 

“…Your face is red, big sis. That’s not just the sunset, is it?”  

 

Suzu grinned, twintails swaying like a little devil.  

Akane couldn’t respond.  

That knowing, almost seductive smile made her wonder—does she know?  

 

After a pause, Suzu spoke again.  

 

“Did my lap pillow get you excited?”  

 

“Huh?”  

 

“Look, here.”  

 

Suzu pointed at Akane’s crotch.  

Despite having just woken up, a distinct tent pitched in her sweats.  

 

“Ah—!”  

 

Akane hunched forward to hide it.  

Her sister had seen her erection again. The first time had been a misunderstanding, but now…  

 

“Ahaha, big sis, you’re so cute!”  

 

Suzu laughed innocently.  

Relieved, Akane managed a weak smile.  

 

(If I protected Suzu, then maybe today wasn’t so bad…)  

 

Still, she had to admire how unfazed her sister was.  

But as another thought struck her—has Suzu seen erections before?—Akane’s unease lasted all night.