That realization filled him with tearful hesitation.
Falling in love with a penis seemed wrong as a boy.
“Ahn…Shuntarou-sama.”
But he also felt like he was becoming a girl at heart too.
Still clinging to the man, he moved his face close. When the man kissed him in response, the pleasure reached his mouth as well. The “boy” released sweet moans inside the man’s mouth.
“Heh heh heh. That’s more like it.”
The man reached for the center of Mutsuki’s butt as if to provide a reward.
He grabbed Mutsuki’s anal flesh which was twitching along with his vagina.
“Nh, ah, not my butt! It feels too good!”
Mutsuki felt faint again and shook his head because he could not imagine any more pleasure than this.
But even though his mind released warning signals, his body wanted it. The tight entrance relaxed on its own to accept the man’s finger.
A different hole was being loosened up now, so the strange liberating feeling was twice as powerful.
“Oh, yeah. Your butt is really sensitive, isn’t it? Heh heh. Maybe I should use it next.”
“Ahh, that would be too embarrassing. My butt would become your own personal fuckhole.”
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
“…Yes. Please tame my ass too.”
He felt like this was all part of a dream.
That statement must have pleased Shuntarou because he laughed.
“Then that’s what I’ll do. Geh heh heh. We can enjoy some anal when you’re back to your male body too.”
“Y-yes, thank you very much.”
The man had meant it as a joke, but in Mutsuki’s dreamlike state, he took it seriously and smiled happily.
(He’ll…he’ll treat me like a girl even when I’m back to normal?)
From the bottom of his heart, Mutsuki knew this penis would forever be his master no matter what body he had.
Shuntarou had kept a grin as a type of poker face, but now he smiled for real.
“C’mon, you can cum now. Let’s cum together.”
“Ah, ahn…but I’ve been cumming this whole time.”
“You thought that was cumming? Heh heh. No, you haven’t experienced a true girl orgasm yet.”
A chain of pleasure very different from ejaculation felt like it was crashing down on him, so a look of confusion appeared on Mutsuki’s face.
The man shook his body while still holding him. Since he was penetrating Mutsuki as deeply as possible, those small movements were perfect for hitting his womb.
“Nh, kh, h, ah, is…is this it? Ah, it’s too much! I’m going crazyyyy!”
“Then go crazy. C’mon, c’mon.”
“Ahhn, Shuntarou-samaaa.”
Once he focused on it, the pleasure he thought was at its limit swirled around his body and gathered together.
What would happen if this exploded like it did with ejaculation?
His mind’s breaker was already about to trip, so he felt more fear than anything.
But…
“Don’t worry, don’t worry.”
Shuntarou rubbed Mutsuki’s head to get ahead of the fear.
(Nhah…ah. Okay, if you…say so.)
Mutsuki placed blind faith in the owner of the penis at the core of this intense sex. He felt an emotion similar to servitude.
And that broke the dam of reason in his mind.
“Ahh, Shuntarou…-sama. No, it’s coming, I’m cumming, ahh, I’m, I’m…?”
“Good, good. Whenever you want. C’mon, c’mon.”
The man sounded kind, but he added more variety to his slight hip movement.
The manhood tightly contained by the stretched-out folds directly shook Mutsuki’s pleasure center.
Mutsuki was already physically unable to resist, but with the last psychological barrier removed, there truly was nothing he could do.
“Shuntarou…-sama?”
He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and asked for a kiss to show his spirit of servitude. But other than that…
“Ahh?”
Mutsuki abandoned all thought.
The tip at his womb shook and that shaking was transferred to the rest of his body. His slender shoulders convulsed. His vagina squeezed painfully tight to devour the penis. He released a cry of climax into the man’s lips.
He felt it all in a mind so blank none of it was recorded as memory.
(Ange…Ibekusa-san…)
Yet he was still happy that he must have brought those two this much pleasure when having sex with them. That was one male part of his mind he could not fully abandon.
“And?”
“There is no sign of Fujita-kun or anyone else at the base we located before. I assume they have moved elsewhere, so locating them will be…difficult.”
“Tch.”
Megutono Academy had been built on top of FeTUS Headquarters, so it was equipped with a high-speed communication network far more powerful than the average school would have.
Machina had holed up in the computer lab there for the few days since Mutsuki’s disappearance and she had made full use of that network to search for him. She was the only one Ange could contact, but the rest of FeTUS was at work too.
And they still had zero leads.
There was no reason to lie this time, so Ange chose to trust the human girl. She sent word to Micha who was also searching around Japan. There was no sign of Lucia, but given the circumstances, she knew he would actually tell them if he found anything.
Three days had passed since Fujita Mutsuki’s kidnapping.
They still had no leads.
And only 49 hours remained until the feminization by Lucia wore off.
Adolescent Adam 8: Chapter 2 – Haramiya Koishi
There was a party hall located below Kobe’s largest hotel, the Fantsar Hotel. The hall was rented out every night for a variety of different events.
Once a month, it was rented out under the Kurosaki name and that custom had been ongoing since several decades ago.
The guests at the tables sneered as they watched woman after woman walk down the central stage like it was a fashion show. They would reach the stand in the very center, strike a predetermined pose for three seconds, and then walk back. That was all.
The only real difference from a simple fashion show was the kind of clothing they wore.
They only wore two strips of red plastic tape passing below their crotch and over their shoulders. The tape covered their nipples at first, but it slipped out of place with each step they took. As they walked, it rode up in their butt and even their labia, so everything was visible by the time they reached the center.
The guests could enjoy the nudity or enjoy the excitement of the hidden parts gradually coming into view during the walk down the stage. Either way, the show was enough to excite them.
This show was about showing off women’s bodies, not fashion.
It was a slave auction party.
It was a marketplace for the Kurosaki brothel.
Their customers were quick to lose interest and seek out something new, so the “employees” procured from the entertainment world were able to return to the TV industry with some assurance of fame. But the indebted schoolgirls, runaways, and girls who had been broken by the drugs they were administered would be used for further profit here. It was up to their own skill whether they would be bought by someone wealthy, hired into the ordinary sex industry, or unable to find a buyer and kicked out with their family register entry altered.
For the trainer named Shibaki, this regularly-scheduled party was a critical point in his job.
If he produced a slave who fetched a higher price than the others, it would prove his skill as a trainer, so it was worth watching to see what prices his slaves went for.
“You’re up next. Get up there.”
“…”
But today was different.
The runaway girl named Haramiya Koishi had sold her body in exchange for a large sum of money. His first job for her was to put herself up for sale at this auction.
However, he did not intend to actually sell her. He only wanted to see how she reacted.
“O-okay.”
Like the others, she was only allowed to wear the red tape. She was nervous and embarrassed enough to work up a sweat, but she had enough courage to move her trembling legs and climb onto the stage.