Chapter 4
Vita was laid down on the bed at the same moment Carlisle pounced on him.
“…!”
Technically, their lips had merely met, but he couldn't grasp what was happening.
‘What is this…’
Even when he struggled, for some reason he was utterly no match for the other's relentless pressure.
Before long, a soft sensation invaded his tender mouth.
For a moment, Vita's mind snapped back to reality.
This is crazy!
‘You crazy bastard-!’
He tried to shout it, but.
Why couldn't he, with that unfamiliar sensation filling his mouth?
It shouldn't have been possible.
‘Ugh, what…’
He had no idea what was happening, but when the other's teeth traced over the inside of his mouth, Vita stiffened at the strange sensation.
After that, though… somehow, he began to be swept along.
He couldn't understand this situation, which was beyond common sense, but he understood the bizarre sensations he was feeling even less.
Carlisle Schultz was immersed in the act for the first time in a while.
'Cute, this one.’
Wrapping around the timid tongue that moved as though it were her first time, he lightly toyed with her lips and slowly tasted his partner.
Her slackening, melting expression was rather cute. Her face had flushed completely, and the way she trembled slightly with her body stiff as a statue was unbearably adorable.
Whether she was resisting or not. Whether she was innocent or wanton.
Carlisle Schultz's own head was growing hot as well.
Well, to begin with. The fact that she had come to this room so obediently was enough to confirm her intentions.
Since she was tempting him in such a novel way, he was honestly tempted.
Since she had stubbornly challenged him to a match, he had indulged her like a childhood game and intended to send her back, but.
“Mmph… ngh…”
Her reaction was so unfamiliar. It was his first experience like this, and he was gradually becoming serious.
The body that had been flailing beneath him now lay docilely in his arms, while her face had turned a pretty shade of tomato-red and she was breathing heavily.
“Hah-”
Carlisle had held quite a few women, but he had probably never seen one this sensitive before.
Vita simply couldn't move.
The indescribable feeling, combined with what had just happened, sent him into a panic. He didn't even know why.
His face burned bright red; he stammered with trembling lips, then suddenly remembered something.
‘Could this be…’
That damn medicine flashed through his mind. There was no other way to explain this unless it was that strange medicine.
‘Come to think of it, just now…’
Damn it, this is crazy!
Had that bastard stolen his first kiss—his long-guarded virtue? Vita's chastity, which he had protected for so long.
‘You fucking bastard…!’
As soon as his senses returned, Vita tried to kick Carlisle, but the other was one step faster.
“…!”
There could be only one reason his transformed female body had gone completely rigid.
“As I thought, you aren't wearing anything.”
His eyes held the languid gaze of a predator.
After wetting his lips, Carlisle spoke in a low voice. Soft, yielding flesh was caught in his hand.
“Haaah-!”
Vita let out a moan, then startled at his own reaction and covered his mouth.
‘…What is this!’
An impossible sensation.
No, what the hell was this?!
Did a woman's body normally feel like this?
Or was it only this body?
Vita was so startled that he began to hiccup, but when Carlisle's hand seized his other breast, even that stopped.
“Your body is really lewd. And incredibly sensitive.”
A cold hand rested over his heart, which was pounding with heat, and his breath caught. Completely involuntarily.
It felt as though his entire body had been gripped, leaving him unable to speak.
He couldn't even react to Carlisle's bullshit.
Rustle-
By then, his thin top had been lifted.
Carlisle stared intently at the pale pink nipples atop his snow-white, translucent skin, then slowly lowered his head.
“Ah… wait…!”
The impulse to say wait was almost instinctive.
Yet Vita's breath caught again.
‘…!’
The dry, hot lips brushed over his nipple, and a rough tongue moved over it as though teasing him.
“You're beautiful, Bianca.”
Even when Carlisle suddenly paused and said that.
But what was Bianca, again? Vita couldn't even remember who that was, so completely had he lost his senses.
***
“Haaah— ngh…”
The air in the room was hot.
By then, Carlisle's hand had moved over the plain white fabric to an intimate spot.
“Hey, stop…!”
When he gently stroked the soft, parted cleft with his fingers, he saw a lewd-looking woman shake her head and cover her mouth.
Carlisle Schultz had no intention of stopping, so his large hand soon slipped inside the fabric.
‘What, is she a child…?’
If he'd been his usual self, that's surely what he would have thought.
Strictly speaking, a hairless vulva and somewhat modest breasts were far from his usual type.
But as soon as he felt the delicate flesh tremble, he decided it didn't matter.
‘Why am I getting so turned on…?’
In fact, Carlisle was aroused far more quickly than usual.
Reddish-blond hair and delicate features.
Her two amethyst eyes, glazed with unfamiliar pleasure, were unbelievably lewd.
Yes, Bianca.
Though he had nearly failed to recall her name a moment ago, Carlisle definitely remembered it again now.
Taking another look, she had a beautiful female body with curves in all the right places. She was a little short of glamorous, but she was feminine enough to arouse any man.
If that had been all, she would have been an ordinary partner even for the experienced Carlisle Schultz. But astonishingly, this body was absurdly sensitive. It was an incredibly lewd body that stiffened from a kiss alone.
Soon, Carlisle's fingers slid inside her, reaching the most tender part of this lewd, sensitive female body.
“Aah… wai—!”
Was she trying to say wait?
Though he could easily guess what she was trying to say, he still didn't stop. Soon, her body began to flail like a fish.
Her panties, soaked through, fell beside the bed. They had probably slipped off her ankle when her legs shook, but Carlisle paid no attention and lowered his head again.
Mwah— mwah—
Then he slowly bit and sucked on her soft, yielding breasts, all while working his hand.
His partner was far too out of breath to think straight.
“Ahng-!”
Whenever her waist arched upward, Carlisle's other palm pressed lightly against her lower abdomen.
“……”
From then on, the sensitive, wanton body began to convulse, and she came hard.
“Hah— hah—”
She continued to pant heavily.
Her entire body flushed red, one hand clutching his forearm like a lifeline.
With her other hand, she desperately covered her mouth to keep it from opening, and the sight was impossibly lewd.
Carlisle swept back his sweat-dampened bangs and asked playfully.
“Why are you so wet?”
When he asked, clearly satisfied, the woman squeezed her eyes shut, apparently ashamed.
“We haven't even started yet.”
After saying that, Carlisle took a sip of water and waited for her answer.
Then he suddenly heard a small curse.
“You… bastard…”
“You don't even have the strength to speak?”
Carlisle wasn't flustered by the insult, of course. Maybe she was embarrassed that he'd pointed out how wet she was.
It was that kind of game in the first place, and he was making her feel it thoroughly, so he was satisfied.
“Hk…”
But.
Something was a little strange.
“Want some too?”
While drinking his second glass of water, Carlisle poured some into another glass and held it out to his partner.
The woman suddenly seemed to recover her strength and knocked it away.
“…I'll really kill you.”
Carlisle choked on the water for a moment. Not because of what she had said, but because, for some reason, there seemed to be a hint of moisture in her voice.
Wait, was she crying?
It wasn't a mere illusion.
“Fuck off, you bastard…”
Carlisle was genuinely flustered when his partner began crying in resentment.
Why? Wasn't this consensual play?
Hadn't she followed him into his room knowing exactly what would happen?
‘Did I do something wrong?’
It was a situation his mind simply couldn't interpret.
“Sob… ngh-”
The woman was crying.
In truth, Carlisle had seen enough women cry in front of him to grow sick of it.
In fact, abandoning a woman and walking away without mercy the moment she cried had practically been his creed. That was how much crying women repulsed him.
***
“Hk-”
But.
For some reason, he felt that he shouldn't do that this time.
‘…What didn't she like?’
Carlisle's body went rigid. He felt a suffocating tightness building in his chest.
He found himself fidgeting without realizing it.
Discovering himself acting that way even left Carlisle Schultz momentarily flustered.
He ought to have been angry.
In other words, he had clearly given the woman enough pleasure, yet she was treating him as though he had forced himself on her.
But strangely, he now felt as though he were the one at fault.
Was this what becoming scum felt like?
‘What is this? Why?’
Though he questioned himself, he was the one who should have been angry that the room's mood had cooled.
At best, he was carefree; at worst, he was a jerk.
Carlisle, who had lived that way, made a choice for the first time.
“…Um, sorry.”
The apology sounded awkward, like a first attempt, so the other gave no answer.
When he tentatively reached out a hand.
Smack-
She roughly slapped his hand away again.
Carlisle heard her panting angrily and crying as quietly as she could.
Vita was in such shock that he couldn't accept the state he'd been in moments ago.
Had turning into a woman made his mind strange as well, or was this a side effect of the medicine?
The first experience he'd saved for so long, his virtue as a man, had been absurdly violated. The shock was overwhelming.
And yet he'd clung to Carlisle while moaning as though he enjoyed it, and now he was merely sniffling like a woman. He was clearly not in a normal state.
‘Why are tears coming…?’
Even this was a shock. Men only cried three times in their lives.
Vita wanted to leave this place immediately, but all the strength had drained from his hips, making even that impossible. Still, he couldn't stay here forever.
Just as Vita was barely pulling himself together.
‘Could it be that…’
Carlisle arrived at a conclusion.
Maybe he'd been a little too rough just now.
Apparently, his partner cared more about the mood than he had expected.
There couldn't be any other problem.
Coming into this room in the first place had amounted to consent, hadn't it? He had clearly dropped hints, too.
What other sort of contest could a man and a woman possibly have alone in a room?
‘Besides, if she really hated it…’
She would have genuinely resisted, but she hadn't even done that.
He had only been so uninhibited because he thought his partner wanted him and was seducing him. Come to think of it, the women around Carlisle Schultz had always been like that.
He didn't stop women who came to him, and he didn't hold on to women who left.
That was Carlisle, yet for some reason, he kept making exceptions for the woman in front of him.
‘What the hell, damn it.’
The irritation simply surged. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, though.
He couldn't understand his partner's attitude, nor could he understand his own. Yet because of that, he felt strangely restless, as though he were burning with impatience. Carlisle felt as if he had returned to being a greenhorn experiencing it for the first time.
In any case, he should apologize first.
“I was wrong.”
“…What did you do wrong?”
The reply came sounding a little calmer. After all his deliberation, Carlisle offered what he thought was the best answer.
“Not getting into the mood?”
“…Ha, crazy…”
Vita was so dumbfounded that he squeezed his eyes shut, and Carlisle frowned at the reaction.
Apparently, that was the wrong answer.
‘Then what?’
Carlisle furrowed his brow and pondered, but in the end he couldn't find the answer, so he honestly confessed what he felt.
“I like you. I don't know why either…”
He ran a hand through his hair for no reason.
Truly, absurdly enough.
His voice trembled slightly, and he realized, even as he said it, that he was sincere.
Carlisle's voice held enough tension that even Vita, who was facing away, could feel the tremor. A brief silence fell over the small room.
Both of them were flustered.
“……”
Carlisle was struck by a realization that came only after he had spoken, while Vita was naturally stunned by Carlisle's attitude toward him.
‘His voice trembled…?’
Carlisle of all people?
That rude bastard who had always regarded Vita as a rival and kept him in check, yet had never shown him a shred of interest?
He really did feel sorry, huh? For all his bad attitude, he actually had a conscience.
And Vita remembered one fact he had forgotten.
Carlisle was a player, so he noticed the changed woman's mood with uncanny ease.
“Let's do it, Bianca.”
“W-what…?”
As expected, her voice sounded as though her mood had improved. Instead of answering, Carlisle carefully and gently embraced the womanly body facing away from him.
‘…C-crazy!’
Vita wasn't stupid. He had enough sexual knowledge to know what the sensation at his rear meant.
“Hey, you—”
So he immediately turned around to hurl a string of curses, but the man's face came into view, unusually serious.
“I want you, Bianca.”
The curse died in his throat.
Bianca was his female name. As he registered that fact, his mind came to a complete stop.
‘What the hell is he talking about?’
That was what he thought inwardly, but what he saw before him was-
“I want to do it with you.”
“Huh, Bianca…?”
Had this guy eaten something strange?
Carlisle of all people was begging him, completely unlike himself! The corner of Vita's mouth began to twitch.