I Can't Give Him to Just Anyone

When someone tells you not to picture an elephant, a vivid image of one going “toot-toot” is bound to pop into your head instead.

Even though I kept telling myself not to think about it, for some reason I couldn't stop dwelling on it.

Even after a whole day had passed.

“Yuria? Does something hurt again? You seem quieter than usual today.”

“...Nothing hurts.”

I didn't even know why I was making such a fuss over some guy secretly masturbating by himself in the bathroom.

Maybe it's because I became a woman, and now I sleep in the arms of the person in question every day.

Maybe I was worried, too.

Worried that he might be unable to control his urges and end up pouncing on me.

Worried...