Chapter 5: First Night ♀

The First Climax as a Woman Was Incredible.

To put it bluntly, it felt like… I’ve done it now—a complex mix of regret and overwhelming pleasure.  

The sight of my own blood smeared on Trust’s penis made the sensation even more vivid.  

Honestly, I had underestimated Trust.  

In NTR games, the protagonist is usually a loser—bad at sex, small penis in size, or just generally lacking in the qualities that make someone desirable. That’s why they get cucked.  

Trust was no exception—his heroine had been stolen from him.  

So even if we were compatible, I figured, Eh, it’ll be fine, and carelessly let him take me.  

But before I knew it… I was desperately stifling moans, only to be drowned in pleasure, crying out, “Ahhn—!” as my breasts, mouth, and pussy were ravaged, swept away in waves of ecstasy.  

If anything, Trust was way better at sex than I expected.  

He hadn’t slept with three women for nothing.  

Even the kiss, which should have disgusted me, somehow didn’t feel bad anymore.  

The way he touched my breasts was so skillful that my whole body went weak.  

His fingers knew exactly where to rub to make me feel good.  

And seriously, what the hell? Making a virgin climax the moment she loses her purity? That shouldn’t even be possible.  

By comparison, just how good was the Demon King—the guy who stole Trust’s heroine—in bed?  

Either way, I was forced to fully acknowledge the pleasure of sex.  

“Hah… hah…”  

Climaxing… A woman’s climax is completely different from a man’s.  

For men, the peak is ejaculation, and the pleasure fades rapidly afterward.  

But for women, it’s like a slow descent down a gentle slope.  

At first glance, it might not seem that different, but the afterglow is far more intense for women—so much more pleasurable…  

And above all, the pleasure builds slowly, so slowly it feels like you’ll never come back from it.  

I’d heard that women experience greater pleasure than men, and now I understood—it’s because the rise and fall of their pleasure is different.  

It’s like… a different kind of pleasure. Men have their own, but a woman’s pleasure is something else entirely.  

Beyond just the penis—or in this case, the vagina?  

Maybe it’s also because women have erogenous zones all over their bodies.  

When every inch of you is being teased, of course it feels amazing.  

Men are focused on one spot, while women are balanced across their whole body.  

Either way, I climaxed.  

Breath spilling uncontrollably from my lungs, sweat beading on my skin, vision flickering.  

Even though I was once a man, being taken by another man should have disgusted me—but the pleasure was so intense I forgot all about it.  

Slowly, my consciousness returned from the depths of lust to rationality.  

“Ngh…”  

Dazed in the afterglow, I glanced at Trust and saw him frowning, deep in thought.  

He didn’t look like a man who had just enjoyed sex.  

No… Had some old trauma resurfaced?  

Trust had lost someone precious to his nemesis.  

Even I, an outsider, had been so depressed by the experience that I needed counseling.  

For Trust himself, it must have been far more painful.  

Maybe it was the aphrodisiac’s influence, or maybe it was the intimacy we just shared, but I found myself genuinely worried for him.  

Well… If that’s the case, I should comfort him.  

“Lord Trust, what’s troubling you? If you’d like… you can tell me.”  

“……”

Trust’s expression shifted, as if he had realized something, and then he spoke.  

“I… I want you. I want Feelia to be mine—only mine.”  

I’d heard those words before we started.  

I think it came from the pain of having someone precious stolen from him.  

Now that we’d slept together, it felt like a confession… and I accepted it.  

So in a way, his wish had already been granted.  

But… Somewhere deep down, he still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust me.  

After all, Trust had been betrayed by comrades who had shared his struggles for so long.  

Of course he’d become distrustful—especially of women.  

So even if I said, “I’ll never betray you,” it wouldn’t mean anything.  

Sure, he might pretend to accept it.  

But a part of him would always doubt.  

Even if I told him I had the power to nullify brainwashing or pleasure from anyone else, his distrust would make him question how far he could really believe me.  

Then… I’ll just let him do as he pleases.  

“I understand. I’m yours. Use me however you like.”

“Huh?” 

Trust made a dumbfounded noise at my words.  

Well, even I know someone this devoted is rare.  

“What would you like me to do now?” 

“Y-You don’t have to do anything. Just… let me do what I want. That’s enough.”

Trust hesitated, then—as if steeling himself—gently positioned his erect cock at my entrance again.  

Thanks to my climax, I was wetter now, and a lewd squelch echoed as he pressed against me.  

The sound was obscenely vivid, filling me with indescribable shame.  

Well, Trust hadn’t cum yet, and of course a man would want to finish.  

If this were an eroge, there’s no way it’d end without him ejaculating.  

…Not that this is a game anymore.  

Lost in these thoughts, the next wave of pleasure arrived before I could escape reality.  

“Ugh…!” 

My vagina reflexively clenched around the invading shaft, squeezing tight.  

The sight of a foreign cock buried between my thighs made me dizzy.  

And more than anything, the pressure spreading just below my navel reminded me—this is real.  

Any disgust had long since vanished back when we kissed.  

Still, even if I had feelings for Trust, the fact that a man’s symbol was now inside me—someone who was once male—stirred complicated emotions.  

But those thoughts were quickly drowned out by the sensations rising from within.  

The first time, I came the moment he entered, leaving my mind blank with pleasure.  

But now, I could feel it spreading slowly, thoroughly, throughout my entire pussy.  

The pain… was gone.  

Even though traces of blood from my broken hymen remained, any dull ache deep inside was quickly overtaken by pleasure.  

“Nngh… H-Hyaah!”  

Pride from my former masculinity made me try to stifle my moans—but I failed.  

Trust moved his hips in slow, deliberate circles, as if trying to stretch me open.  

Inside, my walls squirmed and pulsed around his cock.  

“Ah… Ah… Ah…” 

He kept at it—methodical, relentless, taking his time.  

At first, he focused on my entrance, teasing until I was soft and pliant before pushing deeper.  

Just like when he kissed me.  

As if determined to expose every inch of me, he rubbed against every sensitive spot.  

The way he moved was too careful, too deliberate.  

This… There’s no way I could endure it.  

“Ngh… Nnnn… H-Hyuuuuuuuuuuh!?” 

As his cock reached the middle, a sudden burst of pleasure overwhelmed me.  

The moment he brushed that spot, my hips jerked, and electric bliss shot up my spine.  

“Does this feel good?”  

“Th-That’s…”

“Answer honestly. How does it feel?”

With that, he began rubbing the spot in earnest.  

“H-Hyaah! Ah… Ahhn… Not there…” 

“How does it feel? If you won’t tell me, I’ll just ask your body directly.”  

It felt… strange.  

Knowing Trust from the game, hearing him talk like this was unexpected.  

But after everything he’d been through, it made sense.  

Someone with deep scars might naturally become more aggressive.  

At least, compared to how he used to be.  

So… I decided to answer truthfully.  

“Y-Yes! I-It feels… g-good…!” 

Being forced to say something so lewd filled me with shame.  

But more than that, my whole body shuddered in delight.  

Masochism? Of course I don’t like pain. If sex didn’t feel good, I wouldn’t want it.  

I never thought of myself as a masochist… but maybe I’m a little bit of one?  

At the very least, it felt so good I couldn’t help but wonder.  

“Thank you for telling me, Feelia.”  

“Ah…” 

It was silly to be thanked for something like this, but I couldn’t help feeling happy.  

More than anything, the aphrodisiac had me completely smitten with Trust.  

I wasn’t just easy—I was ridiculously easy.  

After all, I’d already fallen for him.  

“Then, as thanks…”  

“Hyaah! Haaahn!”  

Trust resumed rubbing the same spot.  

Not just that—he began targeting it with rapid, precise thrusts.  

“Let’s make you cum here first.”  

“Hweh…? Nnnnghhhh!?”  

I instinctively twisted my body, but his cock stayed buried inside.  

Then he leaned over me, pinning me down completely.  

At the same time, his cock began pistoning in shallow, relentless strokes.  

At first, the pleasure was so intense my body thrashed on its own, but Trust’s larger, stronger frame held me down effortlessly.  

I couldn’t escape the pleasure.  

“How does it feel? Tell me.”

“Ah… Nnnn… It’s too… embarrassing… to say…”  

“I still want to know. Can’t you tell me?”  

“I-It’s not… that I won’t… Ahhn…”  

“If you don’t tell me before you cum, we’ll go for round two. Is that okay?”  

He was relentless, demanding to know how I felt.  

I didn’t understand why, but the pleasure was so overwhelming I could barely think.  

“Ah… Ah! There… You keep rubbing… the same spot… Ahhh! It feels… so good…”  

I obeyed and answered honestly.  

Even as he continued thrusting, his movements changed—up and down, side to side, even in circles.  

He varied the rotations, left and right, until I couldn’t think at all.  

“Ahhh—! Aaaaahhhh… Uuuuuhhh…”

Soon, my moans turned into something closer to screams as another climax approached.  

I knew—no, I’d been taught—that this was nothing like masturbation.  

I couldn’t even imagine what kind of pleasure was coming, let alone control it.  

The sensation of being forced higher, completely at his mercy…  

It was too good.  

“Mmmmmmmmm—!”  

Held down by Trust, I came.  

My convulsions were trapped beneath him, unable to escape.  

Every expression of pleasure was on full display, and I should have felt embarrassed.  

But my mind was blank, thoughts sluggish.  

And more than anything, the shock of orgasm made my pussy clench around his cock.  

Each spasm only brought more pleasure, until I couldn’t even tell what was happening.  

“Now, let’s continue.”  

“Hweh…? Hyaaaaaaaah!?”  

Before I could even process his words, the slow, stretching motions resumed.  

Of course, he was rubbing that spot again.  

My sensitive, freshly climaxed pussy was subjected to direct stimulation.  

“Ah… Ahhn… Hyahnn…”  

Squelch, squelch…  

The sounds of my soaked cunt being stretched filled the room.  

All I could think about was sex.  

More than that… My past as a man was fading from memory.  

That’s just how good Trust was.  

No wonder he was the protagonist of an eroge.  

…I was already starting to love sex.  

“There, I’ve reached the deepest part.”  

“Ah… Ahh… Uhh…”  

I’d climaxed multiple times before his cock finally reached my cervix.  

Each time I reacted strongly, Trust did the same thing.  

If I didn’t answer honestly, he’d keep tormenting me until I came—and even after I came.  

Unless I obeyed and described my state, he wouldn’t stop.  

“Brave Heal!”  

Suddenly, my whole body felt lighter, fatigue melting away.  

Though the afterglow remained, my mind rapidly cleared.  

“Huh? Wha…?” 

“I used a healing spell. Mine can restore stamina too.”  

Trust could use both offensive and restorative magic.  

But if anything, he specialized in attack spells.  

Still, his healing magic was all he had left—his comrades were gone.  

My support magic was primarily for enhancing abilities.  

The only recovery spells I had were regenerative—gradual healing over time.  

At most, I could heal wounds, but not restore stamina.  

I knew Brave Heal from the game, but I didn’t know it could restore energy.  

When we escaped the execution grounds and came to this city, he used it, but I thought it only healed injuries.  

“Feeling better?”

“Y-Yes.”  

“Good. Then let’s continue.”

"Huh...? Mmm...!"

Once I had fully recovered, Trust began moving his cock inside me again.

N-no way...? A-are we really going again?

Now that I think about it, with it being my first time and climaxing over and over, I’d completely forgotten—Trust hadn’t ejaculated yet.

Logically speaking, there’s no way sex would end without him finishing... right?

"Ngh... Kuh...!"

Thanks to my restored stamina, my ability to endure had also returned.

But Trust showed no mercy, violating my freshly cleared mind all over again.

"Feelia, do you know what this place is?"

At first, I didn’t understand what he meant.

The spot deep, deep inside my belly, where his cock pressed so hard it almost hurt.

That’s right... right now, he was grinding against my cervix.

Perhaps because my insides had been thoroughly stretched open, though it still felt tight in places, it didn’t hurt even with his thick cock buried inside me.

In fact, my entire vagina felt so melted and hot.

"Ngh... Ah...! Y-yes... Ngh!"

"You know? Then can you tell me what this place is for?"

"Ahh... It’s where... babies are made... Hiii...!"

"Correct."

Of course I knew that.

Well, given my current appearance, maybe it’d be plausible if I didn’t?

But... the way he teased my cervix was obscene.

He ground the head of his cock against it, pressing deep as if our genitals were kissing.

It wasn’t an intense stimulation, but a slow, melting pleasure like a low flame.

"Feelia, I’m going to cum soon."

"Nn... Ngh... Huh?"

Cum? You mean semen, right?

Ejaculating semen inside me—into my womb—means pregnancy.

...That’s just how sex works.

This is another world, so there’s no such thing as contraception. In the end, this is just the natural order of things.

I’ve heard there are safe days and dangerous days, but unfortunately, I don’t know anything about that.

Even if he ejaculates, there’s probably only a certain chance of pregnancy...

Honestly, the idea of "getting pregnant" doesn’t feel real to me.

Of course not. I was originally a man, after all.

But... as a woman, as the heroine bound to Trust, I guess this is just my fate.

"I’ve been holding back, but I don’t think I can last much longer. Is that okay?"

"It’s... not not okay... Please... give it to me..."

Saving Trust means this.

If a girl allows you to impregnate her, any man would be happy.

Men want to creampie. As a former man myself, I understand that.

I heard that saving Trust for real requires unconditional love.

This must be what that means.

Children often symbolize a happy ending.

Maybe, after Trust defeats the Demon King and the world is at peace, a happy family is what’s needed.

I’ve seen plenty of games with endings like that.

More than anything—though I’m sure it’s the aphrodisiac’s influence—the moment he said he’d cum, my womb ached.

Every time the head of his cock brushed against my cervix, bolts of pleasure shot through me, and I stopped caring about anything else.

"Thank you. I’m going to go a little harder now, okay? Hold on for me."

With those words, Trust pulled his cock all the way out, from my cervix to the entrance.

"Nnngh...!"

Then, with a wet schluck, he shoved it back in to the hilt.

"...Hiii!"

The ridge of his glans scraped against my inner walls as he pulled out.

When thrusting back in, he seemed to remember the circular motion from before, rubbing against all my sensitive spots along the way.

His movements were rough—probably because he was about to cum.

But my well-stretched hole no longer registered it as pain, only pleasure.

"Ahh! Ngh... Hah... Hah... Ngh... Aah... AAAAAAHHHH...!"

Unlike before, there was no time to savor the pleasure. It just kept coming, wave after wave, forced upon me.

My insides were being drilled, pried open, and my freshly recovered body was quickly dyed in pleasure again.

"Ngh...?!"

As my womb was pushed up with a squelch, my breasts were grabbed.

Squeezed tightly, pleasure welled up from deep inside my chest, too.

Then, his fingers began teasing my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips.

"Ah... Ah... Ngh...! Not both... at once...!"

But Trust didn’t stop.

While fucking my juices out of me with his cock, he kept tormenting my breasts.

There was no way I could endure multiple sources of pleasure at once when even a single one had been enough to make me climax.

"Ah! Ah! Nnngh...! Hiii...! ~~~MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...!"

Before long, I reached another climax—I’d lost count of how many by now.

Unlike before, I let out a scream-like cry of pleasure.

An indescribable euphoria took over my entire body, and the sensation was blissful.

...But.

"Ngh...! I just... came... Ah... Ngh...!"

Even after climaxing, the sex didn’t stop.

He just kept thrusting, pulling out, thrusting, pulling out, over and over.

It should’ve been simple piston-like movements, but my insides felt good in every direction—up, down, left, right—and my hypersensitive post-climax walls were dyed in even more pleasure.

"Ahhh! Nggguuuuuuuuuuhhh...! Ngh... ngh... ngh...! Hiiiiinnnnggghhh...!"

I couldn’t think of anything but pleasure.

Two conflicting thoughts lodged in my head—I want this to end and I want this to last forever.

Even those were swept away by the pleasure, leaving only my breasts and my violated insides in my awareness.

"Ngh...!"

His hips were clearly moving faster now.

The cock inside me felt swollen, hot, and twitching.

And I knew exactly what that meant.

This was... the final stretch.

"I’m... cumming!"

"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MMMMMMMMMMMM...!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!"

The moment he came, the head of his cock slammed hard against my cervix.

The impact sent me into yet another climax.

I could feel his cock throbbing violently inside me, pressed right against my womb.

Then, hot, thick semen flooded into me.

Splurt, splurt—no, that doesn’t do it justice.

Thick, sticky cum forced its way through the narrow passage of my cervix, staining it.

With a wet splat, it hit the bottom of my womb.

Then, more and more of that hot liquid filled me up, soaking my insides.

My entire womb was being painted white with his seed.

"Ahh... Ughh...!"

White flashes dulled my thoughts.

Even in that haze, the sensation of his ejaculation was overwhelming.

Having another man’s hot cum fill the deepest part of my body was an entirely new experience.

Of course, I knew this must be what women feel.

But as someone who was originally a man, this was something I should never have been able to experience.

Whether that was good or bad, I couldn’t tell right now.

But the feeling of his cum staining my womb, my insides—it came with an indescribable pleasure.

"Hah... Hah... Ha... Hah..."

Trust seemed determined not to waste a single drop, pressing deep until the very last spurt was emptied inside me.

Once he finished, thick semen began oozing out from my stretched entrance.

The amount was unreal.

If this had been my first time seeing a man’s ejaculation, I might’ve believed this was normal—but as a former man, I knew better.

Trust had cum several times more than an average person.

Just like in-game CG, my womb and vagina were completely flooded.

Let me say this as a former man: this amount isn’t normal.

"Haah... Haah... How was your first time?"

"I-It was... amazing..."

It really was.

So much so that I wouldn’t mind never being a man again.

Leaving aside the absurd volume, Trust and I were just... compatible.

I came here to save Trust, the protagonist of my favorite game, but now I was already looking forward to the next round.

I was that far gone, enslaved by lust.

"Well then, let’s go for round two."

"...Huh?"

Huh? Huh? Round two?

I-I mean, sex feels amazing, and it’s really fun.

But that’s something to look forward to tomorrow, not something I’m mentally prepared to handle again right now.

More importantly... after cumming that much, can he really go again?

Having been a man myself, I was skeptical of Trust’s stamina.

"D-do men... normally... do it this much...?"

Normally, no.

As a former man, I know that for sure.

W-well, maybe with effort, a second round is possible, but...

"Normally, after one round, it takes a while before I can go again. But right now..."

Trust’s cock was already hard again.

After cumming that much, he’s still ready?

As a fellow former man, I couldn’t believe it.

...Come to think of it, Trust is an eroge protagonist.

In harem routes, he can have sex with three women in a row—he’s got the stamina for it.

I guess this is what they call insatiable.

Seriously... what kind of monster is the Demon King who stole the heroines from this guy...?

As I was lost in thought, Trust pressed his cock against my entrance again.

"W-wait... Ah... NNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...!"

And just like that, another wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me with nothing but moans.

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"Ugh... Ahh..."

As the morning bell rang, I gazed down at Feelia, her body drenched in sticky cum.

Semen leaked from her gaping entrance, her skin glistening with the same white fluid.

Her eyes were vacant, staring blankly into nothingness.

Her ragged breaths came unevenly, her large, cum-stained breasts rising and falling.

For a first time, this was a job well done.

I’d thoroughly imprinted the taste of lust into her.

From now on, I’d fuck her daily—relentlessly—until it became an addiction.

That way, even if only physically, she’d be mine.

Of course, I had no intention of slacking even once.

I’d devour every inch of her, drowning her in pleasure until nothing else remained.

"Feelia, it’s morning."

"...Ah... Sha...?"

Feelia blinked slowly, her dazed expression struggling to comprehend my words.

As cruel as it was after all that, she might just be the lustful type.

Even with recovery magic, being fucked nonstop until morning was exhausting.

I’d pushed myself hard, and even I was feeling it—so for someone as small and delicate as Feelia, it must’ve been even worse.

Yet, she hadn’t passed out. She’d endured the pleasure all the way until dawn.

"You must be tired. I’ll clean you up, so go ahead and sleep."

"O...kay..."

Physically and mentally drained, she nodded sluggishly before drifting off with a peaceful expression.

"......"

A wicked grin crept onto my face.

Five creampies. Three external ejaculations.

That was how many times I’d cum inside her.

At first, she’d been bewildered by the pleasure, but by the third round, she’d given in, accepting it openly.

Feelia had always been weak to pleasure, but after that, she came over and over—an unnatural number of times.

Fourteen, in total.

I know it’s creepy, but I remembered every single one.

I’d never had a memory this sharp before.

But for her... for Feelia alone, I remembered everything.

And I’d remember everything from now on, too.

That was how obsessed I was.

I intended to make her mine, but in truth, I was the one enslaved by her.

It was a strange feeling.

Compared to this, all my past sexual encounters felt like mere play.

Eight ejaculations in a single night.

I’d had my fair share of experience, but this was excessive.

Or rather, Feelia’s body was just that good.

At first, her tight virgin walls were incredible, but the more I broke her in, the more she melted—the more I fucked her, the better it felt.

I wouldn’t mind going another round right now.

But I’d save that for next time.

This was different from before.

I wouldn’t let her escape.

I’d make sure her heart and body belonged only to me.

...I’d make her the happiest woman in this world.

And I’d make everyone who betrayed me regret it.

Embracing my own twistedness, I accepted it fully.

That night... for the first time since that day, I slept soundly.