"…?"
This time, I really thought it was going to pounce.
But the Stalker didn't lunge right away.
'Why…?'
A strange wound had formed.
I'd always thought I had a pretty good grasp on the smutty side of things.
Games, doujins, videos, anime.
I hadn't dived super deep into any of it, but except for those really polarizing genres, I'd checked out pretty much everything at least once.
I wasn't the type to binge an entire genre, but I was a guy who could instantly pick up on metaphorical sex jokes.
(This time, it's something you chose, right?)
"Uh…?"
But… this time, all that experience turned into pure poison.
Because of it, I could understand the hidden meaning behind those words the Stalker spat out with such delight.
'Uh… uh? What?'
Everything I'd been through so far had been passive.
Suddenly turning into a woman.
The Status Window and Rulebook dropping in out of nowhere.
And then this Stalker showing up—a being that wanted to possess me—backing me into a corner.
But by sheer luck, I'd snapped out of the hypnosis, and by luck, the Hint had appeared so I could negotiate,
and by luck, I'd pulled together my new knowledge and what I already knew to seal the deal.
One coincidence after another after another.
If my luck had been just a little worse, or if I hadn't had enough to offer, I'd have become a slave.
But I still wasn't a slave.
All of this… it wasn't really by my own will. The choices were always between the worst and the lesser evil.
And I'd always picked the lesser evil to protect myself.
Even after my body turned female, even when those unfamiliar feminine instincts briefly overwhelmed me, I'd judged rationally and kept myself safe.
But this choice was different.
By my own will, by my own hand,
I'd picked the active option of 'Seduction.'
I knew satisfying the Stalker's lust meant it wouldn't break the deal,
but even so, thinking I didn't want to disappoint the thing in front of me, I'd gone and chosen it.
Asking it to devour me deliciously.
"Ah… aaah… no!"
Without thinking, I spun around and ran.
I thought maybe I'd broken the deal.
And at the same time, a sneaky thought crept in: the Stalker couldn't stop me from going forward, so it couldn't block my escape.
But
(The deal)
"Wha…? How are you grabbing me…? Ah… no… that's not…?"
My shallow thinking
(comes before)
"Let go! Let go! I said let go!"
shattered under its grip.
(the rules.)
"Let go! Please! Let me go! I'll cancel the deal! I lose! I'll go back to before the deal!"
(Bon appétit.)
The Stalker forced my body around,
latched onto my breast with a deep slurp, and licked at my nipple with its tongue.
And as I trembled from the shock of losing something precious, it stroked my waist and said,
(You're so sexy and cute.)
-When it sucks on those big tits, strokes the heaving waist, your body shivering with pleasure… it'd be so damn sexy and cute.
"Ah… ahaha."
The Stalker kept the deal.
It even kept its own promise.
But I couldn't keep mine.
(You know what you lost this time, right? As expected, you're smart.)
The massive mental barrier called 'rationalization.'
(If you were just a little less smart, you wouldn't have understood my words right now. Maybe you'd only realize it days later, looking back on this.)
Savoring it like the finest delicacy, the Stalker—still latched onto my breast—murmured.
I bit my lip without realizing.
Everything it said was spot-on, and because it was so painfully right, it hurt.
(If you'd been even a bit more cunning, you wouldn't have said those things for my sake back then, would you?)
When the Stalker had scolded me,
I could've just brushed it off like, 'What do you want me to do?'
But its lover-like actions had touched me sincerely, and I'd wanted honestly to please it.
(Thank you.)
That honest desire to give back as much as I received,
(You're truly beautiful,)
and the goodwill that I owed it for that warm embrace—
(such a good girl.)
led me to beg it to eat me up nicely.
To offer myself to the 'Monstrosity.'
"Ugh… uuu…"
At first, I thought I'd been tricked, bit my lip, clenched my fists in rage at the Stalker still sucking on my breast.
But realizing it had done nothing wrong, I relaxed my fists.
And then I realized something else and stroked its head.
(Ung?)
"Even if we went back, I'd have made the same choice."
I didn't want to disappoint it.
I was grateful it hadn't forced the deal on me while my legs shook with bravado, instead giving me that warm hug. I didn't want to disappoint it.
That's why I chose that.
But it was the Stalker that made my legs shake, and the Stalker that forcibly held me and let me feel that warmth.
I gently stroked it, pulled its head close, and said,
"You bitch."
The cause, the result, the fear, the relief, the passive acts, the active ones—all born from the Stalker.
So I just accepted it all and offered my breast.
The Stalker, letting out a puzzled grunt like it didn't get my intent, suddenly understood with that one line, shifted to my other breast,
(Ha.)
and let out a scoff of disbelief.
(You, in so many ways…)
"Kuh… it hurts…!"
The Stalker grabbed my wrist—the hand that had been stroking its head—yanked it down hard,
"Ugh…"
Unlike before, when it toyed with my breast leisurely like a noble savoring fine cuisine,
now it devoured it ravenously, like a starving man three days without food, groping like it wanted to taste every inch,
clutched my ass like it would never let go, kneading it slickly,
and its cock—panting with arousal before—now brimming with rage, thrust wildly as if to break me, the tip pounding my pussy.
"Are you… mad… at me?"
(…)
"This is… ugh… the first time… in your life… like this?"
Maybe because I wasn't despairing,
or from the humiliation of having my head stroked,
realizing how furious the Stalker was, I teased it gleefully.
In the cute tone it always used,
(You…)
Then the Stalker spoke.
Unlike when it angrily slammed its cock into my pussy,
it calmed its emotions in an instant and looked at me.
(You've lost something, haven't you?)
"Kuh…"
Chills ran down my spine.
In terms of time, not even ten seconds had passed since it angrily thrust.
In those ten seconds, it composed itself and instantly figured out what I'd lost since becoming a woman.
(Let's make the next deal.)
"N…"
My mouth should have said, "Anal development, right?" clearly,
but what came out was a mangled "ah" that wasn't even proper words.
(Turn around, spread your ass cheeks to the side.)
I should say something,
resist, get angry,
but… all my energy drained away.
I'd become a woman, ended up in the arms of the thing that tormented me most here,
and ridiculously, it had understood me,
and now ridiculously, I had to turn around, spread my cheeks, and let it develop my hole.
The thread holding "me" together felt completely snapped.
-Hoo.
"This is insane…!"
But that feeling vanished the instant the Stalker blew cold breath into my anus.
Goosebumps prickled all over, and I twisted my hips without meaning to.
I almost turned to complain, but held back with superhuman patience,
collapsed forward onto my stomach, and snapped,
"Who the hell blows air into someone's anus?!"
(Me?)
It was a play I'd never even imagined.
In all the thin, expansive erotica I'd seen, nothing like this!
Sure, extreme pervs shoving all sorts of things in and doing crazy stuff existed, but blowing breath to watch them shiver…!
(How's that? Doesn't the cold breath make it feel even more sensitive?)
"No one does normal breath play either!"
(But anal development hasn't even started yet?)
…!
I sighed quietly inside.
A creature that started with unimaginable plays—what the hell would it do next? No clue.
(Gotta keep the deal, right?)
"Ugh…"
A contemptuous grunt slipped out unconsciously.
In fiction, characters always sneered like this, and I'd thought it felt inconsistent,
but now that I'd done it unconsciously, I realized it was real.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bent my waist again, spread my cheeks left and right to expose the hole clearly.
"Please don't do that blowing thing again."
(But aren't you still wearing your swimsuit bottoms?)
"Eh…? Kyaa?!"
(Take them off.)
I'd been too shocked to notice.
As it said to strip, the Stalker yanked the swimsuit and snapped it back like a rubber band, nailing my anus dead-on.
"…"
I pull down the swimsuit.
It's nothing, something even as a guy I'd done every bathroom break,
but now someone stared holes through me, aroused, and standing while doing it—that difference,
and because of it, massive shame hit me, making me flinch repeatedly as I lowered it.
"I… is this good now…?"
Taking the position again, repeated humiliation left me not even knowing what I was saying.
First cold breath, then rubber-band snaps with the swimsuit.
What next… my head spun.
-Plunge.
"Ugh…!"
The Stalker slid its finger into my anus without hesitation.
(For men, around here is the prostate. Two knuckles in.)
It inserted naturally, then hooked its finger and lightly stroked downward.
My body shivered involuntarily, a moan threatening to escape, but I clamped my mouth shut to hold it back.
(For women, the rectum and vagina are separated by just a thin wall.)
It slid the finger out a bit,
prodded about one knuckle deep downward,
and I felt it poking from my pussy side.
(And for futanari.)
"Kyaaa?!"
Two fingers plunged deep suddenly.
Shoving them to the third knuckle in a flash, the Stalker said,
(A bit deeper, there's the prostate and vaginal wall. Futanari structure differs from both men and women.)
Just inserting and hooking,
yet my legs trembled strangely, love juices trickling down my thighs.
(You have a lot of sensitive spots here.)
"Hng…"
Teasingly thrusting in and out, lightly scraping upward,
the moan leaked out too strong to stifle with my hand.
Thrusting felt like unwelcome intrusion, but scraping and pulling brought pure pleasure.
(Not done yet.)
-Plunge.
"…!…! …!"
This time, not holding back a moan—I was too shocked to make a sound.
Shoving fingers three knuckles deep again, the Stalker said,
(Most futanari are transformed Monstrosities. Hardly any natural ones.)
"Ngh… kuh… stop…"
Hooking upward, it scraped that spot relentlessly.
The repetitive motion turned the initially numb upper area itchy, then tingling sharply.
"Why… keep hitting only there... kuh…"
Different from intrusion, from scraping sensitives, from pulling.
Just hooking the finger, yet endless stimulation.
(This is a Monstrosity's erogenous zone. Right now, you're just feeling weird, but if a Monstrosity got this, it'd be twisting its hips begging to stop, cock spraying cum like a busted hose.)
"Got it… so stop…"
(Now you know men's and futanari weak spots. Shall I show women's?)
"Eh…?"
Incredibly, a dumb sound escaped me.
The Stalker spoke in a fresh, upbeat tone, like everything so far was just a warm-up.
(Here's a woman's weak spot. Two and a half knuckles for you?)
"…Aaaah!"
Prodding two and a half knuckles deep, then twirling,
my hips circled along unconsciously.
Not seduction—my body just felt it too much, rotating with the finger.
The spot that made my legs shake and juices flow from a mere graze.
This was my weakness.
(Where is this?)
"Stop ittt!"
(Your pussy's G-spot. Right above.)
As it toyed relentlessly, I tried fleeing forward,
but sensing it, it yanked the fingers out instantly,
I froze in a new sensation,
and unlike before, its stronger hooo breath hit my hypersensitive insides even harder.
Ass up pathetically, goosebumps everywhere, trembling uncontrollably, I came.