Chapter 39
I won! I did!
‘It may only be a partial victory, but…!’
At last, she had managed to steal some of Carlisle Schultz's composure.
This was deeply meaningful to Vita Shamal.
But that didn't mean she was willing to be forgiving about the unexpected disaster.
The feeling she'd had earlier had been impossible to describe—in a word, it had been truly horrific.
Vita's lips were currently stuck out in an exaggerated pout.
“…You pathetic premature-ejaculating bastard.”
“Can't handle it?”
Even after being insulted like that, Carlisle's reaction was surprisingly meek.
“I said I was sorry.”
He scratched his chin with an awkward expression, apparently embarrassed himself.
At the same time, he hadn't completely lost his composure. Every now and then, she could even hear him snicker right by her ear.
‘What's with this guy…’
When did he regain his composure?
In the end, Vita alone felt as if she'd suffered some kind of loss. But it had already happened.
And right now, Carlisle was simply washing Vita's hair for her.
At first, naturally,
Vita had protested.
“Why are you getting in too?”
Even if they'd already seen everything there was to see of each other, being in the bath together still felt different. No matter that she'd been led in by his hand.
“I'll wash you. I will.”
But Carlisle had said it so casually, while simultaneously putting on a somewhat apologetic expression, that she eventually gave in.
‘Hmm…’
How should she put it? It was strange, but Vita had actually become quite lenient toward Carlisle Schultz in particular.
In any case, they'd just made up today. And Carlisle had kept apologizing with a genuinely sorry expression.
Carlisle really did seem to be washing her with nothing but sincere intentions.
“What are you doing?”
“Just stay still for a moment.”
He washed Vita's hair and gently cleaned her face, looking as though he were trying to make up for his wrongdoing.
“Your skin is so young. Soft and smooth.”
“Just… please.”
It might have been fairly nice if only he'd left out the unnecessary comments.
He had even kept the tub filled with water this whole time.
“Want to take a bath together?”
Vita was dumbfounded by Carlisle's suggestion.
The tub was already cramped enough to kill her—what did he mean, take a bath together? It was even more cringeworthy than that.
‘Are we, like, lovers…?’
Red-faced, Vita shoved Carlisle away.
“Don't be ridiculous.”
“I worked up a sweat too.”
“So what?!”
So she pushed Carlisle toward the door. Carlisle let out a small laugh as he was slowly shoved back. He was disappointed, sure, but since she seemed embarrassed, he could understand.
“All right, then. I'll be waiting.”
Bang—
Vita immediately shut the door. Once she sank into the tub, she felt languid somehow, and not unpleasant. Perhaps because of the hot water, Vita's body turned red.
It wasn't over yet. She knew that too.
‘It was a little much earlier, but…’
That was certainly true. After all, there was no way she could have felt good after taking his thing to the face.
But Carlisle had washed her hair so carefully, and then washed her face too.
The process had been so slow and gentle that it had eased her mood.
So Vita spent a long while soaking in the tub, her mouth submerged in the warm water as she wore a sullen expression. Whether she really looked sullen was anyone's guess.
Anyway. She couldn't stay in the tub all day. Vita got out, dried herself with a towel, and then opened the door.
“...Mmph!”
At the same time, Carlisle pounced on her.
***
“I held back. A lot.”
Vita might not have known it, but Carlisle leaving the bathroom at all had been a concession. Washing her had already restored his arousal.
To be honest, he'd become so hard it hurt. He'd wanted to get into the tub with her and hold her.
Even so, Carlisle Schultz had eventually left the bathroom because he'd made an unexpected mistake. He felt too sorry to shamelessly keep pushing her.
He had barely managed to hold back.
And now, in that situation, his partner had taken a bath for quite a while without noticing anything, and had only just come out.
Carlisle was burning with impatience.
The room was already softly lit. He'd put on a condom, and everything was ready. So Carlisle smiled.
“You called me a pathetic premature ejaculator, right? I'll prove I'm not.”
“Huh, ah…?”
Before she knew it, Vita had been lifted into a bridal carry.
Flump—
And tossed onto the bed.
“W-wait—!”
The words wouldn't continue. Vita covered her own mouth.
“Mmph, haaah…!”
One of her breasts had ended up in his mouth. Vita's breasts were sensitive, and after soaking in hot water, they had become even more so.
“Hey, Carl—!”
Vita tried to protest, but both her hands were restrained.
Both her slender wrists fit within Carlisle's single grip.
Then came a kiss.
“Mmph… mm.”
His slightly ragged breath poured into Vita's mouth.
His tongue swept through her mouth, and her whole body was pressed firmly beneath his large, solid upper body.
She was pinned beneath him.
‘…This bastard's huge.’
She'd already felt it several times, but was feeling it once again.
‘And heavy…’
His hands, his arms, and his overall build.
Carlisle Schultz's body was definitely larger than hers. And somewhat heavy—relatively speaking.
So it felt as though she were being subdued. But if asked whether that was unpleasant, it wasn't; it was simply incredible.
If anything, there was even a slight—crazy as the thought was—sense of arousal about it.
“Haa… hah…”
Unable to help it, Vita's breaths gradually grew hotter too.
Being pinned down like this hurt her pride considerably. At the same time, she was aroused and panting desperately.
“Ah, stop…!”
Carlisle was persistent. Even after what he'd done earlier, he was repeating his careful caresses once more.
Vita's soft breasts, her dainty, adorable navel, even her slender calves—there wasn't a single spot Carlisle's lips didn't pass over.
Each time, Vita ended up thoroughly disheveled.
“Let's do it now.”
And when he said it so bluntly, his eyes blazing, Vita's face flushed and she deliberately looked away.
‘As expected, this is the one thing…’
She'd expected this, even known it beforehand.
But now that it had actually come to this, she found herself hesitating.
This wasn't a match, and she had no justification for doing it. If she went through with it, it would be purely because she wanted to.
‘But why can't I…’
Why couldn't she say she didn't want to? Even Vita herself didn't understand.
It was just that when he asked so directly, she was honestly aroused too.
The space between her thighs felt strangely restless, while her lower abdomen tickled and clenched.
This put Vita in a quandary.
Her breath was growing hotter, and her head was spinning.
“Ngh, that…”
When Vita hesitated to answer, he began persuading her.
“I want to go in now. Into your warm inside.”
Vita's face turned red.
“Ah, come on. I told you not to say things like that…”
Carlisle snickered and changed his wording this time.
“I want to feel good with you.”
This time, Vita couldn't answer either. In the meantime, Carlisle kissed her again.
Mwah—mwah—
The kiss gradually deepened.
Vita had no idea how much they kissed whenever they got like this.
There was only one thing she knew for certain: she didn't dislike it.
In fact, she liked it. This peculiar feeling.
The feeling of being bound within his large embrace, unable to move an inch, with her breath stolen away.
‘It's frustrating, somehow.’
Vita felt strangely indignant.
Yet while thinking that, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around Carlisle's neck and responded to his kiss.
Her body gradually grew hotter, and her already-wet lower half began to grow wetter.
And slowly, Carlisle began to push his way inside. Into the tightly closed, completely soaked opening.
“Ngh…”
“Hngh—”
Their moans alternated.
“So soft. Very.”
When Carlisle whispered in a low voice, Vita couldn't endure it and covered her eyes.
***
It had nothing to do with a match. Vita knew that too.
But this was a flow she found impossible to resist.
The light in the room was soft, and the world outside the window had sunk into darkness. Meanwhile, her body had completely melted.
‘…This is strange.’
She definitely thought so.
She was originally a man, after all.
Even if her current body was female.
Even so, her body drew her in, and somehow she couldn't refuse Carlisle Schultz, so this was what happened.
So Vita covered her eyes and declared it again.
“I-it's a match…”
It was only a match, that was all. Even though he was already inside.
Still, it hadn't fully begun yet. They had only gotten him inside, and both of them had stopped moving, overwhelmed by the lingering sensation and the pleasure of penetration.
“But this time, I'm definitely going to win—!”
She even pointed at herself with one finger.
A woman pinned beneath him, her face flushed red, yet maintaining a defiant attitude.
Carlisle chuckled.
“All right. Bianca. As you wish.”
Of course, he agreed.
At the same time, he had his own thoughts about it.
A match was fine, but he had a proposal of his own today as well.
“When this match is over, let's have another one.”
“W-what is it…?”
Vita felt oddly uneasy at his unexpected words.
“I'll tell you afterward.”
But Carlisle answered with perfect calm and simply began to move.
Slowly, gently.
Press—press—
As if marking his territory, he pushed in little by little, making it hard for her to breathe.
‘Ah, this is crazy…’
So Vita could no longer continue thinking.
‘What is it, anyway…?’
Even as she wondered that, the gentle motions of his hips left her unable to think straight.
“Hngh—ngh…”
How absorbed had she become in the act once it began?
Quite a bit of time passed.
Before she knew it, Vita was hugging Carlisle.
“Haaang! Mmm…!”
Even though the heater wasn't on, the air in the room was stuffy.
Vita tried to hold back her moans as much as possible, but every now and then she ended up letting out a loud one.
Besides, Carlisle Schultz's manner changed slightly each time this happened. He would occasionally make some extremely teasing remarks.
“…Feels good, Bianca?”
‘F-feels good, my ass!’
But she couldn't answer.
His hips kept moving, their lips locked together.
The faintly fishy scent of bodily fluids, skin wet with sweat.
The sensation of those bodies rubbing against each other, their lower bodies colliding as if their ridges fit together.
“Ahh… haaah! S-stop! It just feels so strange…!”
It was more than enough stimulation to scatter Vita's thoughts.
The sensation was so strange that, to her embarrassment, it brought tears to her eyes.
Vita couldn't continue speaking and clung to Carlisle's body. Instinctively, she searched for his lips.
The sweat-dappled lips of the two overlapped, and at the same time transparent slick splattered in every direction.
“Hah! Mmmph…!”
A moan that leaked out despite her lips being occupied.
Her hips trembled of their own accord. Her body wouldn't obey her. Their lips parted again, and Carlisle now gripped Vita's waist firmly.
“Tell me, Bianca. Why are you so lewd? Why is your pussy so pathetic?”
“Hngh, what…!”
Vita tried to deny it.
Pathetic? He called her pussy pathetic?
‘Even though you came too, even though you're a pathetic premature ejaculator…!’
“Y-you too…!”
Her lips were swallowed once again. It was so unfair of him to silence her before she could retort.
The moment their lips parted, he bit her delicate earlobe.
“Ahh… what…”
She didn't even know what sensation this was.
“Right, Bianca?”
Her soft breasts were bitten and sucked all over again. Her lower abdomen was gently rubbed at times, as though being massaged, while her breath was swallowed by his lips at every opportunity.
When their lips briefly parted, she glanced down for a moment and saw an embarrassing sight.
Wet slapping sounds rang out, and white, foamy strands stretched and clung together.
‘Ah, this is crazy…’
Their wet pubic hair was tangled together. Even that felt so indecently erotic that when she closed and opened her eyes—
She met blazing golden eyes.
“So lewd. Very.”
A whisper overflowing with heat.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.”
Had he suddenly changed his whole act?
‘Why is this guy suddenly acting like this…?’
Vita felt so overwhelmed by the cringe that she lost her words. But at the same time, something prickled all over her.
“S-stop…”
Don't say things like that.
It's too strange. Way too strange.
Vita's face was completely flushed by now, like a red radish.
At some point, her body began to tremble violently.
Thump!
“Hyaah…!”
When Carlisle thrust deep inside her, she felt utterly helpless.
Her little toes curled inward, and she felt she couldn't endure it without grabbing hold of something.
Her vision went white. Vita clung tightly to Carlisle's back.
‘Again… again?!’
Even as her consciousness receded, she felt somewhat indignant.
‘Why is it always me…!’
Why was she the only one who couldn't keep her wits about her, while Carlisle looked so composed?
But when she looked closely, that wasn't the case either.
His lips were pressed together, and there was no composure in his expression.
She only realized it now.
So Vita simply came to a fresh realization.
‘I can still pose a threat to this bastard…!’
She ended up reassured that this meant something.
‘It worked after all.’
He didn't look composed either; he seemed thoroughly aroused, which made her feel strangely proud.
So as her consciousness receded, she made a firm vow.
‘Just you wait, I'll definitely…!’
She would win.
***
And so, after their heated tryst, the night grew late.
They'd lost themselves amid their surging emotions, and their physical compatibility was excellent.
From some point on, nothing else existed in either of their eyes.
Match or no match, they'd been too busy devouring each other to move now, left with only the afterglow.
They had nearly passed out before eventually waking again.
“You're awake, Bianca?”
He seemed to have noticed her twitch.
Even after hearing Carlisle's whisper right beside her, Vita wasn't startled.
She remembered everything. It was a memory she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried.
Only now did a crushing sense of self-loathing come rushing in, and she simply kept her eyes closed, overwhelmed by embarrassment and shame.
“…Why didn't you leave?”
Vita asked first, but Carlisle embraced her instead of answering.
“Just because I wanted to.”
She didn't have the energy to argue.
So even when Carlisle wrapped his arms around her body, Vita merely lay still, then weakly opened her mouth.
“…You smell.”
“Of course I smell like sweat.”
“…If you know that, could you move away?”
But somehow, the two of them knew this conversation was utterly meaningless.
‘He'll leave on his own.’
Vita simply breathed evenly in Carlisle's arms.
The hand stroking her hair didn't feel bad.
Suddenly, their gazes met in the darkness. As if entranced, they simply looked at each other.
“…There's something I want to say.”
Then Vita heard a low, subdued voice by her ear.
His expression looked serious. The atmosphere wasn't light either.
“Let's have a match, you and me.”
It was rather out of the blue.
Hadn't they just had a match?
But Vita soon remembered the other match Carlisle had mentioned earlier.
And then came the one sentence.
“…I like you, Bianca.”
Her breath caught at the abruptness.
No, perhaps she'd expected it to some degree.
But even taking that into account, the seriousness of his mood suddenly left her breathless.
His straight golden eyes, holding what looked like a firm resolve, were directed at her, as though he'd made up his mind.
“Give me a chance.”
His voice felt hot enough to burn her.
It was low and hot, and Vita was left speechless.
Perhaps instinctively, Carlisle Schultz had figured something out.
He didn't know what the reason was.
He didn't know why Bianca Shamal kept being drawn to him while hesitating.
Even so, Carlisle felt he had figured out at least one thing.
That this was the only way to win her heart.
He would challenge her to the kind of match Bianca Shamal liked.
He had no intention of losing, and would give her a reason through the result of this match.
“Exactly one month.”
For exactly one month from now,
Carlisle Schultz would try to win her over. Bianca Shamal, of course.
If he succeeded in winning Bianca over within a month, he would win the match. If the opposite happened, he would lose.
Since she was a woman who liked matches, Carlisle's sincerity in proposing one like this came through completely.
This time, at least.
So this time, Vita couldn't pretend not to understand the feelings of the person before her.
Whether she refused or accepted,
she had to answer seriously.
Her eyes wavered ever so slightly in the darkness. Soon, a single firm resolve took root within them.
‘I'm originally a man…!’
After that thought,
Vita opened her mouth.