Chapter 5
That obnoxious, arrogant bastard.
Carlisle had always been like that, as far as Vita had observed.
What was he so damn proud of?
No, actually,
it was precisely because he really was that exceptional that Vita disliked him even more.
Kendo, swimming, and so on.
He was good at every sport.
And on top of that, he always ranked first on written exams, too. Vita simply couldn't stand the sight of him.
‘Why, of all people…’
Why did that bastard have to appear in front of me?
Ever since Carlisle arrived, Vita had felt as though everything had been stolen from him, so he had kept resolving to beat him, yet failed every time.
Their personalities were complete opposites, too.
Unlike passionate Vita, Carlisle Schultz was indifferent. Vita was the only one who regarded him as a rival and occasionally tried to keep him in check.
‘That guy had always been like this.’
That indifferent attitude only made Vita dislike him more. It always made his blood boil. Vita Shamal was irritated.
“…Hm? Bianca.”
So, in this situation, Vita felt terribly strange.
Had this guy eaten something bad?
He was giving Vita such a yearning look, like a puppy clinging to its owner, that it was almost absurd.
Was he the type to act this meek around women?
‘So in the end, you're a man too.’
A sad by-product of lust.
Well, but.
‘This is Carlisle Schultz…?’
The academy's absolute alpha male, a guy who had nothing he lacked.
But what did that matter?
Carlisle was being so utterly pathetic right now.
Vita hated to admit it,
but an inexplicable exhilaration had begun to bloom inside him. The corners of his mouth were even starting to twitch upward.
No, he knew this wasn't the time for that.
But he had never seen the other side act like this before.
That lazy, indifferent, obnoxious bastard who was always so arrogant was groveling before him like this.
“Are you feeling a little better?”
Carlisle suddenly asked, and Vita hesitated for a moment.
Well, yes. His mood was definitely much better than it had been earlier.
Of course, absolutely not!
It wasn't because he suddenly felt as though he had gained the upper hand over Carlisle.
“B-better…? Not at all…!”
Yet feeling as though his true feelings had somehow been exposed, Vita stammered. He was a little embarrassed, too.
Carlisle chuckled at the sulky tone.
“Why are you so cute?”
“…Are you going to keep spouting bullshit?”
“I meant it sincerely.”
He probably was the only one who didn't know.
How cute he really was.
His mouth, unable to be honest, kept speaking coldly, but his body was quite honest by contrast. Like an untainted kitten, perhaps? Or maybe a feisty cat?
Carlisle had met quite a few women over the years, but he had never once been this sincere.
His lower body felt stiff and sore. Painfully so.
‘Could she be… a virgin?’
He entertained the possibility, but didn't get his hopes up. Carlisle didn't attach any meaning to such things in the first place, and there would be nothing strange about her not being one.
In fact, if a woman this attractive had never had any experience, that would be absurd. The idiots who'd left her untouched would be the ones to blame.
Even so, the innocence she was showing didn't seem fake, so Carlisle allowed himself a little hope amid his puzzlement.
No, to begin with, why was he hoping for this?
He didn't even know the answer himself.
“Yeah, shall we?”
He kept coaxing her with his mouth.
“I'll be gentler this time.”
Since he had already made her cry once, he knew better than to rush.
Carlisle understood women's hearts.
Unlike his usual self, he simply kept trying to soothe and persuade her.
“I'll stop if you don't like it.”
Vita, who had his back turned, was honestly at a loss for words.
Ha, seriously.
Did this lunatic not even consider the possibility that she might simply dislike the act itself?
But then, a single remark struck Vita right at the heart of the matter.
“…You were the one who said we should have a match.”
Vita froze at those words.
How was this a match? You really had gone completely insane.
It seemed Carlisle had changed tactics. Since sweet talk hadn't worked, he was now provoking her.
“Or perhaps… are you really that unsure of yourself? You were the one who brought up having a match.”
Unfortunately,
Carlisle's chosen method was almost guaranteed to work on Vita.
“What…?!”
When Vita immediately turned around, bristling at those words, Carlisle caught his gaze and silently cheered.
***
‘Looks like I was right.’
That was what Carlisle was thinking.
Thinking back, this woman had strangely mentioned having a match from the very first time they met.
At first, he'd dismissed it as her simply trying to get his attention.
But the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. It genuinely mattered to her. He'd mentioned it on a whim, despite his doubts, and it had really worked.
“Forget it if you're not confident.”
“What do you mean, I'm not confident…!”
Vita began to speak, but couldn't continue.
“Then it's settled.”
Carlisle embraced Vita,
“We can have our match.”
Smooch—smooch—
He had already lowered his head and was pressing kisses here and there.
Not forcefully, but with exquisite delicacy and gentleness.
As his delicate lips, moving like butterfly kisses, roamed over Vita's chest, a sigh escaped him despite himself.
“Is this all right, Bianca?”
“Ngh-!”
Instead of answering, Vita covered his mouth with his hand.
His translucent, sensitive skin flushed red again in an instant. Perhaps Carlisle hadn't been lying when he said he'd be gentle; the slower caresses only made Vita pant harder.
“Hnng, what…!”
What on earth was this?
What was this bizarre sensation?!
“Look at yourself. See how lewd you are.”
Vita tried to deny Carlisle's words,
Squish—squish—
but when a single finger slipped inside and began stirring him below, Vita held his breath. The tender, damp flesh was being rubbed so gently that he felt he would moan if he didn't hold his breath.
“Now, look.”
He couldn't help seeing it. He didn't want to, but Carlisle Schultz's finger was smeared with a transparent liquid.
“Let's have our match, starting now.”
Say something that actually made sense.
“Please, will you stop talking nonsense?”
Vita barely managed to answer, then clenched his teeth at what followed.
“How boring, Bianca. You challenged me to a match with nothing but that pathetic pussy?”
“…What did you say?”
Say that again.
There was exactly one word he could not tolerate.
Perhaps it was too vulgar a word for this innocent woman. Carlisle didn't care and said it again.
“You dared challenge me with nothing but that pathetic pussy?”
His goal was to provoke her.
“You can't even compete with me anyway.”
When he openly mocked her, his brazen words made the woman's face flush.
“Take that back.”
It wasn't because she was embarrassed.
Even if this was a meaningless, absurd field, she wasn't pathetic.
Being called boring, and having him declare that she couldn't compete with him, had struck Vita exactly where it hurt.
“I said take it back.”
Filled with defiance, Vita demanded it.
He knew it was bullshit, but why was it so hard to let it go?
Besides, who was it that had been making such a disappointed face until just a moment ago?!
Carlisle Schultz merely snickered.
“Why should I?”
As that bastard's finger waved before his eyes again, Vita's face flushed deeply with shame and anger.
‘Seriously… this bastard…’
Fine, he admitted it.
Honestly, it had felt strange. It had almost driven him crazy.
It had felt good, too, in a way, and yet it didn't feel like his body.
But a match was different.
When it came to competition, Vita always had a different attitude.
If he approached it with firm resolve and concentration, mere physical pleasure was truly nothing at all.
He genuinely believed that.
Then, suddenly, Vita thought of a certain proposition.
‘Come to think of it, this body… it isn't really my body to begin with.’
He would return to being a man. And if that happened, everything that had occurred today would be nothing more than a farce.
On the contrary, from Carlisle's perspective, it would be a glaring lifelong embarrassment!
Hadn't he effectively done it with someone who was originally a man? Vita would tease him mercilessly.
‘Yes, really.’
After finishing his calculations, Vita's eyes shone as he declared,
“Go ahead and try, then.”
If his opponent was going to provoke him this fiercely, Vita had no intention of backing down.
That wouldn't be manly.
His amethyst-like eyes blazed with competitive spirit.
When it came to a contest, he had never once backed down!
***
“Haa… ngh-!”
And that's how it happened.
‘…I can't, though.’
I have to hold out properlyyy?
Those thoughts gradually faded from Vita's mind.
The air in the room was stifling, beyond merely hot.
The eyes that had been filled with competitive spirit had gone completely slack with pleasure.
[The rules are simple. Whoever admits to coming first loses.]
[And the loser of the match will become the winner's subordinate for a month.]
[Well, fine. If that's what you want.]
Vita had planned to win the match and make Carlisle Schultz his subordinate!
He would absolutely repay every humiliation and indignity he had suffered.
He had certainly intended to.
“Hnng… ah!”
By now, he couldn't even tell whether it was a side effect of the medicine or pure pleasure.
Seriously, this was insane. Why was his body acting so strangely?
Vita had no experience as either a man or a woman, but he instinctively realized one thing: this bastard was incredibly skilled.
Every single movement sent his mind reeling.
“Ahh… hnng!”
When those long, thick fingers raked through her below, Vita's body trembled.
This was cheating. It was.
Was a woman's body really supposed to feel this good?
It didn't make any sense.
That was all he could think to himself.
“Ha, Bianca.”
Carlisle gazed at the beautiful female body moaning beneath him.
Red-gold hair damp with sweat, thick, full eyelashes.
Even her flushed, lewd, sensitive skin.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. He wasn't sure this was right, though.
Carlisle was clearly putting effort into this moment. It was surely the first time he'd ever put this much effort into dealing with a woman.
Fwoosh—
When another gush spurted from her wet flesh,
“…!”
Vita shook his head back and forth as he reached his third climax. He was utterly out of it, like a newborn chick, and still covered his mouth through it all.
When Vita's body clung unconsciously to his arm, Carlisle murmured low,
“…This is driving me crazy. Seriously.”
She had climaxed so hard that it splashed onto the blanket and even his face. That was why he was satisfied.
How could she be this lewd?
He hadn't even put it in yet.
Technically, the match had already been decided, but Carlisle wasn't so tactless as to say it.
Instead, he continued exploring the preferences he'd newly discovered while caressing her.
“You'll admit it now, won't you?”
When he whispered low, the woman shook her head.
“Isn't it a pathetic pussy?”
As he spoke and stroked her sensitive spot, more fluid spurted out.
“Hwaaang-!”
“Ha—can't even hold back your moans now?”
“…Ah, ah…”
She wanted to say no, but she couldn't speak, could she?
That was the sort of thing that drove men completely wild.
The fact that she refused to let herself show she'd climaxed, and the way she tried desperately to hold back her moans but ultimately couldn't.
This was the limit. Now.
Carlisle soon made up his mind.
‘She's completely soaked down there, too…’
Just as he reached for a condom, he heard this:
“Nooo… pathetic.”
Her competitive spirit was strangely fierce.
“…Not pathe—”
Carlisle silenced the tiny lips mumbling those words. When he kissed her slowly, her pretty amethyst eyes quickly turned languid.
Had he fallen for a woman he'd met for the first time today?
In fact, Carlisle himself was right on the verge of losing control.
He had already put on a condom.
Vita actually knew what would happen next by this point, but he couldn't push him away.
Not yet, that is.
‘The match is still in progress.’
He absolutely couldn't admit that he had lost!
It was only a side effect of the medicine.
‘As long as I don't admit it…!’
It wasn't a defeat yet.
“…I'm going to put it in, Bianca?”
And to be perfectly honest,
he knew this was insane, of course.
Still, he was a little curious, that was all.
It was already this strange, this impossible sensation.
‘There's more after this…?’
His mind was too addled by pleasure to think straight.
‘Come to think of it, this isn't really my body to begin with…’
If he returned to being a man, it would all be nothing more than a meaningless farce.
Honestly, it didn't feel particularly good, but it wasn't bad either.
Leaning on that self-rationalization and dazed state of mind, Vita surrendered himself.
Finally, holding his breath, Carlisle pushed himself inside. The overwhelming foreign sensation made Vita stop breathing.
‘…!’
But.
The reason their actual intercourse ended unexpectedly quickly was—
‘…What, did he come?’
It wasn't Vita's fault.