episode_0045

Morning arrived, and upon waking, Se-a, sleeping soundly beside me, was the first thing I saw.

Her belly, swollen and full of semen, her body etched with deep kiss marks. Red and purple handprints on her arms and waist. Seeing the traces left behind by the consumed lust brought back last night’s memories vividly.

Carefully placing my hand on Se-a’s belly, I felt her warm body temperature and an indescribable emotion welled up.

“Awake?”

“…Rin.”

“How is it? The feeling of your first pregnancy?”

“I don’t know… I’m just,… incredibly happy.”

“Highly addictive, isn’t it?”

I nodded at Rin’s words.

‘Pregnancy sex’ was incredibly addictive.

I might not be able to experience the same feeling with regular sex anymore…

“Congratulations, you’ve become an adult?”

“…I’m 22, though.”

“But you were still a child. A child who couldn’t even get pregnant.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

A natural smile came to my lips as I kept my hand on Se-a’s belly.

A child…

“…I said I’d like a daughter.”

“Hmm, Se-a?”

“Yes. I… well… um, yes. I’d like a daughter too.”

“Hmm, you have strong possessive desires, don’t you? Haeyeon.”

“Of course. She’s my bitch.”

Between a futanari and a woman, only two genders are born: woman and futanari. The ratio is about 8:2; 8 women and 2 futanari.

Men are not born. The reason is unknown, but perhaps the futanari genes concluded that the existence of ‘men’ is unnecessary. Even though they are few in number, futanari are the absolute superior to men.

Strength, appearance, even libido. Everything.

“I don’t mind a futanari… but, well. If it’s not the same ‘alpha type,’ I don’t want to share mine.”

I got out of bed and got dressed.

A white tank top and black long pants. A light windbreaker over that.

“Uuuugh…! Haa… It’ll take a while for Se-a to get up. She’ll probably sleep all day.”

“Really? Then… where should we go?”

“Well, I don’t know Japan very well.”

Haeyeon yawned briefly and looked at Ruski, who was catching her breath next to Rin.

Her body was covered in love fluid and semen. After catching her breath for quite some time, she spoke.

“Ugh.. I’m not the type to just wander around either…”

“Tell me somewhere you go often.”

“…Often…? Hmm… I can only think of the gym…?”

The gym.

Come to think of it, Ruski’s body was surprisingly well-toned. There weren’t many noticeable muscles, but it was clearly a body built through exercise.

“I-I only worked and exercised…? I sometimes masturbate, or serve the futanari-nim, but..! I started exercising because I thought I’d die from overworking myself…!”

As Rin and I quietly looked at Ruski, she quickly started rambling. Even though we didn’t say anything, she looked like she was about to burst into tears, so Rin began comforting her.

“The gym… Then I’ll stay at the hotel… I don’t want to work out all the way here…”

“Really? Hmm, Ruski will stay here, then I’ll just go by myself.”

“Eh…? Why is my stay confirmed…? Wait… don’t touch me!”

Rin hugged Ruski, touching her breasts.

“Uuuugh…! Haa, th-that… ugh.. The gym… is a bit special, you see…? It only caters to VIPs… People like me, other politicians… or celebrities usually go there… sob… haa… at the counter, if you say you were referred by me… they’ll give you a one-day pass…!”

Haeyeon answered, “Okay,” to Ruski’s words and left the hotel.

The gym Ruski mentioned was a fitness club called ‘Golden Gym.’

It seemed quite famous in Japan. As the words ‘VIP only’ suggested, its appearance was extravagant.

“Hello, what brings you in?”

“Ruski recommended me, is a trial possible?”

“Ah, a recommendation from Ms. Ruski? Please write your name, phone number, and gender on this trial application form. We’ll do your InBody measurement first!”

A woman with purple bobbed hair spoke energetically.

Following her instructions, I filled out my personal information and began the InBody measurement.

“…Muscle mass… wow… I-I’ve never seen someone like this before… This is… a futanari…?”

Body fat was at rock bottom, while skeletal muscle mass and weight were about to break the graph. BMR, or basal metabolic rate, was needless to say.

The purple-haired woman gulped at the results.

“I-I’ve never seen a test report like this before… No, this is the first time I’ve ever even examined a futanari… uh…”

“Don’t futanari come here?”

“…Futanari bodies are blessed… You maintain beautiful figures without exercising like us… They aren’t interested…”

“Hmm. Well, that’s half true.”

Futanari bodies are beautiful. Whether they’re alpha or beta.

But that doesn’t mean they don’t need to exercise. Exercise is essential to maintain a beautiful body, and to release their overflowing libido in some way.

I also have a full set of gym equipment at home.

Rather, because they have beautiful bodies, that’s why they should cultivate them more diligently.

“P-Perhaps you might need guidance…?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll tell you if I need it.”

“..Yes, yes! Please let me know!”

The woman caught her breath and looked at me.

Her red eyes sparkled.

“Th-the changing room is inside, to the left…! E-enjoy your workout…!”

Leaving the trembling woman behind, I entered the changing room.

Although she said there had never been a futanari, there wasn’t a separate changing room for futanari. There were only two changing rooms: one for women and one for men. I went to the women’s changing room on the left.

“…Oh?”

“Yes?”

Inside, a small woman with yellow hair. Sparkling green eyes looked at me.

Her appearance was somehow familiar.

“Oh, hello… uh…”

Her Japanese was awkward.

“Nice to meet you.”

“…Ah, do you… speak English?”

“Of course. I’m Haeyeon, Seo Haeyeon.”

I approached and greeted her.

I took off my windbreaker and put it in the locker.

“I’m Laila.”

“Laila…?”

A name I’d heard somewhere before.

Combining her appearance and name, a person came to mind.

“Laila Rowan.”

“…Do you know me?”

“You’re famous.”

Laila Rowan.

The actress who played the lead role in a movie I recently saw. The movie itself wasn’t very interesting, but I remembered her name because of the lead actress’s beauty.

I never expected to meet her here.

“What brings you to Japan? Filming?”

“Just on vacation…. I’ll rest in Japan… then go to Korea and East China… before returning to my home country in early October!”

“Good plan.”

“Right? Haeyeon… What brings you here? You look Korean!”

Laila asked with completely innocent, pure eyes, without any suspicion.

“I’m on vacation too. I plan to stay in Japan for about a week.”

“Hmm, then you’ll be going back to Korea with me!”

After a few words, Laila was incredibly pure.

She mostly played the role of a ‘pure girl’, so her true personality must be that way. Someone who couldn’t lie, was very curious, and had no guile… a mischievous young lady.

A personality that gets into big trouble because of excessive curiosity.

I listened halfheartedly to Laila’s chatter beside me while observing her.

Her high ponytail, white tank top, and black dolphin pants. An outfit that draws the attention of men wherever she goes.

About 170 cm tall, similar in height to A-yeong.

“You like working out, I see?”

“Yes! I love it. Do you, Haeyeon?”

“I do. Now, let me help you stretch.”

The honorific ‘씨’ has been dropped.

I took her arm and helped her stretch.

Laila sat on a mat laid out on the gym floor, legs extended.

I gently pushed down on her back and glanced around.

There were fewer men, mostly female members. Most were in their 20s and 30s, all wearing quite revealing clothes.

I felt eyes glancing at me; lust, jealousy, awe… ignoring the gazes filled with various emotions, I focused on Laila.

“Aaah… I-it tickles…”

“Hmm, soft?”

“Uh-huh…Ugh…Your touch is strange…”

Laila’s belly was very soft. Not much fat, but not muscular either. Moderately soft and smooth skin like a baby’s. I touched her budding breasts, observing her reactions.

“Wh-what are you doing…. Really…”

“Cute, like a baby.”

“I’m not a baby…? Are you going to scold me?”

Laila looked at me with an uncertain expression.

Aware of the sensation of large breasts behind her, her face turned red.

“Hup… Haa… You smell good… Laila. It doesn’t smell like perfume.”

“H-hmph… Strange… this…”

“Is this a good spot? How about here?”

I pressed my finger on her belly, and Laila wriggled and moved. I heard murmurs around me.

“Keep the noise down. People are watching?”

“Uuuugh…D-don’t touch me…”

“You’re so alluring, Laila. Has just a little bit of touching gotten to you?”

A clear liquid flowed from between Laila’s legs, wetting the mat.

“Wh-what are you doing…”

“We’re stretching. Like this… I need to loosen up your muscles.”

“Ugh…Uhh… str-stretching…? L-like this…?”

“Yes, stretching. Now, one, two, one, two.”

I inserted my hand into the inside of her thigh, kneading her thighs.

Pressing the inside of her thighs with my thumb while counting, Laila let out an erotic moan.

Soon, Laila’s body was drenched in sweat, her expressions melting, her moans growing louder.

“Alright, we’re done.”

“…U-Ugh… Ugh… Uh…?”

“Good stretching. Now, let’s work out.”

I stopped touching her inner thighs just before Laila reached her climax, rising from my spot.

She looked at me, her face filled with regret and fear.

I ignored her clinging gaze and began to exercise.