Chapter 21
Men and women are instinctively drawn to each other.
Of course, Vita wouldn't want to admit this truth.
It had already been several weeks since he became a woman.
Once the body becomes a woman's, does the mind become one too? If hormones are involved, it wouldn't be strange.
And so, this situation—
Vita, not as the man Vita but as Bianca Shamal, was swept away by the atmosphere of the night.
Their breathing mingled in an intimate rhythm. Vita's small head was held in the man's broad palm, and he found himself responding.
“Mmm… ngh…”
The competition could go hang. For now, what mattered was the honest pull of his desire.
Perhaps this had been inevitable ever since the Ferris wheel. After all, two young people were together.
If they hadn't been in the Ferris-wheel car earlier, perhaps they might have gone all the way.
Carlisle in his own way, and Vita in his.
Neither of them had been able to get off the Ferris wheel for a while because of their physical changes.
So Vita couldn't keep his head around Carlisle. The reverse was true as well.
-Should I give you another chance?
Those were Carlisle's words—
They gave Vita a convenient excuse to avoid facing the truth.
Because he wanted it too, deep down.
“Ah… ngh…”
I feel like my head's going to split apart.
Their skin pressed together, and their breath was completely stolen away.
His whole body tingled as heat spread through him, making it feel as though it no longer belonged to him.
Vita had already climaxed once, unable to hold back.
Afterward, Carlisle kissed him gently again, and his lips slowly began to descend.
Smack—smack—
Carlisle Schultz had everything going for him.
If he had to compare him to the animal kingdom, he would be something like an apex predator.
The dominant male of the group, and a public enemy to all the other males.
From Vita's perspective, he was merely an irritating bastard, but honestly, he was impressive.
And yet Carlisle was doing something strange.
While Vita tried to catch his breath with a dazed expression, Carlisle's lips moved lower and took one of his pretty, scarlet nipples into his mouth.
“Wh-what are you—!”
Vita was flustered, yet he panted for breath.
“Wh-what are you doing—!”
He still couldn't get used to it. He tried to gently push Carlisle's head away, but it did not budge at all. As if telling him to stay still, Carlisle tightly restrained both of Vita's hands.
Then, when another strange sensation washed over him, Vita began twisting uneasily.
“H-hey, wait… what are you doing right now…”
The suction of soft lips and the subtly rough sensation of a tongue—because those strange sensations could be felt in his breast,
“Mmm, ah…!”
But Carlisle was relentless, moving his hand to touch Vita's other breast as well.
Even with both hands free, Vita couldn't bring himself to push Carlisle away again.
He let out an erotic moan and covered his face with his hands.
The sight glimpsed between his small, slender fingers was extraordinarily strange.
‘…Wh-what is this.’
Vita's head was spinning badly.
Honestly, were men really this helpless whenever breasts were involved?
Of course, he could understand it well enough—he had once been a man too.
“Ahh, hey…!”
Seeing the face of the person biting and sucking his breast was an exceedingly strange feeling.
It was pathetic, yet Carlisle's unexpected seriousness was almost comical.
It was obviously ridiculous, but the sensation was so strange that Vita genuinely had no idea what to do.
“S-stop…”
“Why, Bianca?”
What was he even doing? Carlisle was acting like a complete child.
Vita was too embarrassed to say what he was really thinking.
‘Y-you crazy bastard. Nothing comes out there…’
He was licking and sucking it far too much.
Then Carlisle's fingers lasciviously scratched over the most sensitive place at Vita's tightly closed, pale-pink slit.
He couldn't even voice his thoughts in the first place, but now Vita stopped breathing.
“You're wet, Bianca.”
Carlisle's characteristic teasing. His low, rumbling laugh.
Whenever he acted like that, Vita's body inexplicably shivered.
“That's because of you…”
“Because I what?”
Vita had been about to argue, but when Carlisle moved his hand, his back began to arch despite himself.
Squelch, squelch; splash, splash—the wet sounds reached his ears.
“Hah—!”
Vita hunched up with a breathless sound, startling even himself.
Meanwhile, Carlisle's lips moved lower still.
He brushed gentle kisses around Vita's cute little belly button and smooth, soft lower abdomen.
Vita felt strange.
“C-Carlisle…”
His body felt so strange, as though it no longer belonged to him.
The situation was already impossible, but in the next moment Vita's eyes widened in shock.
Lick—
In other words—
He was so startled and flustered by the utterly unexpected turn of events that—
Feeling something from below, Vita looked down in disbelief, only to find an incredibly embarrassing sight.
Carlisle's head was between his legs!
Vita twisted away in horror at the sight.
“Wh-what are you doing?! Why are you getting so dirty down there…!”
But instead of answering—
Carlisle once again stroked up Vita's tender slit.
Lick.-
“Haaang—!”
Honestly, it felt as though his mind were leaving his body.
It was impossibly embarrassing, yet so overwhelming and frighteningly intense that Vita could barely think.
“It isn't dirty. Not at all.”
When Carlisle finally answered Vita's earlier remark—
Vita was already trembling from head to toe.
‘N-no…’
He instinctively knew.
The violent rush of pleasure that was about to follow.
“St—”
He tried to tell Carlisle to stop, but it was already too late.
Even then, Carlisle interlaced his fingers with Vita's, pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, and diligently continued licking him.
His vision went white, and his hands and feet began to tremble.
Vita's slender waist lifted toward the air.
“Haaaah—!”
At that brief moment of climax, Vita grabbed Carlisle's head without realizing it, as though urging him to continue.
Carlisle naturally responded to that request with great dedication.
“Ngh, ah…!”
Vita twisted and shook his head from side to side.
No, this sort of thing—
‘There was no way he could endure something like this…’
The violent pleasure became too much to bear, and Vita reached his second climax, shaking his head from side to side and releasing a lewd gush.
***
“Are you tired, Bianca?”
After Vita's second climax, the two naturally took some time to rest.
Carlisle turned on a soft lamp in the room, drank some water, then brought over snacks and returned to the bed.
“Want something to eat if you're hungry?”
He smiled gently.
Carlisle during intimate moments and Carlisle at other times seemed to have completely different personalities.
Vita honestly didn't know which one was the real him, but for now, he simply hated Carlisle.
“You know…”
But no words came out.
‘What am I supposed to say…?’
Should he ask why Carlisle hadn't stopped?
He couldn't say that after having climaxed so thoroughly himself. Embarrassed, Vita swallowed the words.
“Haa—”
He didn't know. In any case, he was exhausted and sprawled out.
Carlisle carefully lifted Vita's limp, delicate female body from behind.
“…What now?”
Vita had no strength left, so he simply let himself be handled.
Carlisle pulled Vita into a back hug and tried to feed him the food he'd brought.
When the food approached, Vita opened his mouth. He was hungry, at least.
“…It's too tiring to eat.”
“Then should I feed you?”
Vita snapped at Carlisle, who chuckled teasingly.
“Who asked you to feed me?”
But only for a moment. When Carlisle suddenly hugged Vita's body, he let out a short, breathless moan.
“Hng… ngh.”
His body was apparently still quite sensitive.
“Haa—”
It was a deep sigh. No one could tell who had let it out; in truth, they both sighed at the same time.
“Did you enjoy yourself earlier?”
At Carlisle's question, Vita's face reddened, and he swung a fist at him. Talk about ruining the mood.
“Y-you lunatic!”
Was he really supposed to say that? If he did, he might actually want to die of embarrassment.
Unlike flustered Vita, Carlisle smiled.
“I enjoyed it a lot, though?”
“…Don't. Seriously.”
Oh, honestly.
He really wanted to die.
Now practically dying of self-loathing, Vita ducked his head sharply.
Only then did Carlisle nod in understanding.
“All right, I won't. Eat this for now.”
In any case, Vita really was suddenly hungry. After thinking it over, he cautiously raised his head again.
Vita stared at the dessert Carlisle held out for a few seconds, then made his choice.
“Mmm, tasty.”
Perhaps after they had eaten a few desserts—
By then, the two of them were lying naked and intertwined.
Vita was naturally eating in Carlisle's arms.
Then Vita suddenly realized how natural this felt, and grew a little serious.
‘What am I doing…?’
Why was he acting like this?
He had been completely at ease, without even consciously noticing it.
But Vita's thoughts didn't last.
He became aware of something distinct where their bodies touched, a clearly palpable presence between his buttocks.
“……”
Come to think of it, Vita had forgotten something.
‘Carlisle still hasn't climaxed even once, unlike me…?’
Vita was thrown into confusion.
Carlisle had already noticed Vita's sudden embarrassment.
But the woman in his arms was simply too cute, so he deliberately asked an awkward question to tease him.
“Did you enjoy being on your own?”
“Er, mmm…?”
***
It was an intentionally ambiguous question.
Vita had masturbated alone in the bathroom earlier, after all.
While Vita struggled to figure out what Carlisle meant, Carlisle whispered in a low voice.
“Honestly, you're such a pervert.”
With those words, things began all over again.
When Carlisle gently touched Vita's lower abdomen, Vita grew flustered and tried to get away.
“W-wait…”
He really was exhausted now. Almost all his strength was gone, and he only wanted to rest.
But the moment Carlisle's hand slipped downward and began to rake through the light hairs between his legs,
Vita lost his senses.
It wasn't difficult for the atmosphere in the room to become erotic and hazy again.
“Ha, Bianca.”
Their breaths mingled, and their bodies pressed completely together.
Soft female flesh and firm male muscles fit together without the slightest gap.
The other's familiar scent, perspiration, and rough breathing.
The memories of their enjoyable day, the soft reddish light, the perfectly comfortable room, and the heat flooding Vita's body despite the room's temperature—all of it seized his senses.
He couldn't think anymore.
While Vita was dazed, Carlisle hurriedly put a condom on his penis.
He was finding it increasingly hard to hold himself back.
“You're so beautiful tonight.”
Carlisle said that, then very slowly inserted his penis into Vita, kissing him deeply again.
What followed was a feast of purely instinctive acts.
Thud—thud—
Each time Carlisle thrust his hips, Vita felt as though he were being swept away by a wave.
His body and mind had become completely unfamiliar to him.
“Ahh, wait…!”
He no longer knew what expression he was making or what words he was saying.
All Vita could do was cling to Carlisle Schultz, embrace him, and moan.
Faint red marks gradually appeared across Carlisle's back. Pale traces left by Carlisle's lips remained on Vita's breasts and around his collarbone as well.
At one point, Carlisle clasped Vita's hands.
And when he occasionally pressed lightly against Vita's lower abdomen, Vita quickly reached his third climax.
“Ngh…”
He couldn't even properly moan through his mouth.
They were completely on fire.
They were both in the prime of youth, a pair of young men and women who had become honest about their desires.
“You're driving me crazy.”
The heated female body had already softened inside, its depths melting loose and viscous. Yet whenever it tightened, it gripped Carlisle Schultz's penis tightly, causing beads of sweat to roll down his forehead.
Their belly buttons touched, and their breasts touched.
White cream welled up where their bodies joined.
“…You're warm inside.”
Carlisle's low, husky voice was far more embarrassing than the obvious desire in his eyes, so Vita trembled and covered his face.
Words like that always filled him with self-loathing. But despite that self-loathing, he couldn't deny that it felt good.
“…N-nonsense.”
When Vita answered, Carlisle chuckled. Vita's reactions were always so cute and unexpected that Carlisle found them a little bewildering.
They kissed again.
Beneath the soft lamplight, Vita's amethyst eyes looked ready to melt.
“Mmm… huff.”
After the short yet seemingly endless kiss, Carlisle's hips began to move again.
“Shall we come together this time…?”
He whispered low against Vita's sensitive ear.
“You were the only one enjoying yourself earlier. What were you doing in the bathroom?”
“Are you a pervert?”
“You touched yourself and came, didn't you?”
He kept whispering even though he already knew the answer.
Embarrassed by his teasing words and the strange sensation in his ear, Vita desperately continued denying it.
“N-no, I didn't!”
Thud—thud—
Carlisle kept hold of Vita's slender pelvis, and his thrusts lifted Vita's waist, making it difficult for him to answer.
“…Hng! I said no.”
“No what, Bianca?”
“P-pervert!”
“You weren't calling me one, were you? You mean you're the pervert?”
This time, Vita couldn't answer.
It touched me just now!
“Ahh…!”
Vita finally convulsed, panting hard.
Even so, he desperately kept trying to defend himself.
“N-no…”
I'm not a pervert.
“Really?”
As though testing whether Vita was telling the truth, Carlisle kept moving his hips. At the same time, he caressed him here and there with one hand, and Vita perhaps instinctively sent a signal toward him.
“C-Carlisle…!”
Why had he called for him? Carlisle knew.
He lowered his head, and their lips met.
With Carlisle deeply connected to him above and below, Vita reached his fourth climax.
***
“……”
The next day.
The two barely managed to get up and check out.
So how had the bed competition ended? The result was something both Vita and Carlisle knew: Vita's spectacular defeat.
Carlisle had climaxed twice, while Vita had climaxed seven times.
No, wait.
If he included the time he'd climaxed alone in the bathroom beforehand, it would have to be eight times.
But that wasn't what mattered to either of them. By then, they both understood that the competition had merely been an excuse.
So Vita was confused now. He was seriously wondering whether he really was a pervert.
‘If the competition had really been the point…’
Once his defeat had been decided, he should have stopped right there.
‘But I didn't, did I?’
Carlisle wasn't quick to finish, Vita was unusually sensitive, and everything had been far too erotic.
In the end, they had done it several more times until early dawn.
“Ah, seriously…”
With hollow eyes, Vita let out a deep sigh.
“I told you to take it easy. We even missed the hotel breakfast.”
“I don't remember you ever saying that.”
That was probably true. Vita had been too overwhelmed by his constant moans to think straight at all.
Caught by the truth, Vita's face reddened slightly.
Carlisle watched the tongue-tied Vita, then chuckled.
“Anyway, that means you'll be my slave for the next month, right?”
Reminded of the bet he'd forgotten, Vita opened and closed his mouth helplessly.