+18 IF Route: Chapter 3: A TS Girl Awakened to Service ♀

"I'll be off then."

How much time has passed since then?

As always, I live a decadent life where I lose track of time, so I don't know how long it has been since I was imprisoned.

It's not a problem for me anyway, since I don't really care about that sort of thing.

However, that doesn't mean they're completely unrelated.

This is because Trust that is holding me captive goes out regularly.

The reason is...I can simply assume that the main purpose is to obtain food.

We are human beings, so if we don't eat we will die.

There will be other small details that he will need to shop around for.

He also need to throw away any accumulated trash.

Trust must do all of this necessary work alone.

We are not lovers, much less husband and wife.

Even if the person being held captive offers to help, there are limits to what they can do.

At the very least, there's no way he would let me do a job that requires me to leave through that locked door.

Anyone can understand that.

However, this time was a little different.

"Trust-sama, are you sure you want me to do as I please?"

That's right... this time, unlike usual, my hands and feet are not restrained.

Of course, the handcuffs and leg irons are still on.

However, up until now, whenever Trust went out, he would always tie me to the bed before leaving.

Honestly, I think it's reasonable.

I have no intention of escaping, but realistically speaking, it's not a very good situation for a person being held captive to be able to move freely.

I don't think there's any way to get out of this room, but there's always the possibility.

Even if I couldn't get out, there were plenty of ways to do it, like hiding in the shadow of the door and attacking the moment he returned.

Well, he's a hero, so there's no way he'd lose to a bare-handed girl.

"I think it would be best to tie me up like usual."

When I said that, Trust looked a little troubled.

Well, it seems strange to think that the person being held captive would prefer to be tied up.

But it's better than having him worrying about what I'm doing when he is out.

"I'm the one who decides that."

Well, that's the end of it.

After all, it is nothing more than advice from the being held captive.

Ultimately, the decision-making power lies with Trust that is holding me captive.

"I understand. Sorry for being so outspoken."

I back down, saying something like that.

I never intended to say anything that goes beyond my bounds.

In the first place, I'm sure he's giving me freedom after considering trust.

Now that it's been decided, there's only one thing to say.

"Have a nice day. Please come back soon, Trust-sama."

Trust looked troubled again as I said this.

However, I noticed that there was a hint of happiness in his expression.

After all, as a man, I would like to be told "have a nice trip" when I go out and "welcome back" when I come back.

It would make me feel good if they look a little sad when I leave and happy when I come back.

It may not be a gender issue, but since a girl is being held captive, the one going out brings with him a lot of anxiety.

I hope I can ease that anxiety even a little from him

"I... I understand."

With that, Trust opens the locked door.

No matter how many times I look at it, the door makes a metallic sound.

As I stare blankly, Trust walks outside and the door closes.

I watched his back for the rest of it, then the door closed completely, and a loud clang rang from outside.

Now it's impossible for me to go outside.

Maybe I could get out if I went on a rampage using magic to strengthen myself, but I have no intention of doing that.

It would be a different story if Trust were to release me voluntarily, but it is unclear whether that day will ever come.

If Trust doesn't come back, I'll definitely starve to death.

"...?"

I guess he's been keeping an eye on me for a while to make sure I'm not doing anything suspicious.

I've never touched this door before, so it's hard to judge, but there's a chance I might touch it while searching for a way to escape.

At that time, it may make a slight noise.

There's a good chance that Trust thinks I'm just acting like I've accepted my confinement, so there's no need to tied me unnecessarily.

Or rather, there may be some kind of magic that monitors this room from outside.

In the game, there are scenes where enemy characters watch the movements of Trust and his friends.

Thinking about it, maybe this outing was to find out what I would do now that I was free.

...It's irrelevant though.

After all, I'm being held captive by my own will.

There's no point in me taking actions that are inconsistent with my previous words and actions.

But, if that's the case, what should I do now?

"The toilet is..."

Is it still okay?

I'm in a delicate state where it seems like it might come out, but also like it might not.

There are differences between men and women, even when it comes to toilets.

Well, that's only natural, since the shapes of the genitals are fundamentally different.

...The first time I urinated it was tough.

What's hard is...first of all, the feeling is different from when it comes to men.

It goes without saying, but it felt really strange that it didn't come out of the tube between my legs.

Not only is it located a little above the labia majora, but it's also a hassle to have to wipe it after rinsing.

If you don't wipe it, it sticks to your crotch and becomes dirty and disgusting.

Also, it felt strange that I basically had to sit down.

As a man, I did it standing up.

As woman, it's possible to do it without sitting down, but it's difficult to aim

If I'm not careful, it might fly off to the wrong place and make a mess.

Well, I've gotten used to it a lot lately.

However, women need to be careful because it is harder for them to endure things than men.

If I act like a man, I might end up 'exploding'.

...I did it in the bathroom the other day too.

Well, that was partly intentional on the part of Trust.

My bladder was pressed.

"...Let's do some cleaning for now."

It's weird to talk to yourself using masculine language.

From now on, I will use the same language as usual in any situation.

While thinking about these things, I try to clean my room.

Although it was a small room, it was clear that it had been abandoned for quite some time.

Dust accumulates everywhere except the bed and other areas that are regularly used, and dirt is noticeable on the walls.

Some kind of cloth... I picked up a piece of cloth that was just the right size from the pieces of clothing I was originally wearing that had been torn to shreds with a blade.

Soak the cloth in water from the bathtub, then take it out and wring it out.

Furthermore, although this bathroom isn't on the same level as modern bathrooms, it still has a reasonable level of performance.

The only downside is that there is no shower, but it is a great device that allows you to get hot water just by twisting the nozzle.

I can take a bath whenever I want.

I took a bath with Trust the other day.

What can I say, having someone do all the pleasant things for me and even washing my body makes me feel like a princess.

Well, princesses aren't imprisoned, and they don't have hands or cocks stuck up in their crotches.

To me it's like the same or better version so it doesn't really matter.

No, it's time for cleaning.

I clean the room with wet pieces of clothing... no, with a rag.

I don't know where this is, but it's pretty dirty, so I'll polish it up.

Look, my world is just this small room, so I'd rather have a clean place to live.

Above all, I think cleaning like this is very feminine.

Trust may have ended up like that, but I still want to be with him.

I don't know what people are saying about Hero Trust these days.

I don't even want to know.

But I hope that this place... this world can be a place of healing for Trust.

Even if it was an escape from reality.

"Hmm~ hmm~ hmm~"

Before I knew it, I was humming while busy cleaning.

I think cleaning can be surprisingly fun.

When I was a man, I just thought cleaning was a hassle, but people change.

My room when I was alive was a bit dirty, and it felt like a man's room, I mean, I was a man.

But look at this room.

Originally, the only furniture was a bed, so it's hard to shake off the inorganic atmosphere, but it's become much cleaner.

The dirt on the walls has been removed and the dust has disappeared, giving the room a cleaner feel.

Isn't this alone worth the effort today?

...I feel like I haven't cleaned enough.

That's right, let's clean the bathroom and toilet too.

Both are a little dirty, so it would be nice to use them if they were shiny.

As a modern person, I was impressed with the cleanliness of this place.

Once that is decided, cleaning will resume.

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"I guess it's something like this."

After a while, I said with satisfaction.

After cleaning the rag, which had turned completely black dozens of times, the cleaning was finished.

The bathroom and toilet have been cleaned of limescale and mold.

I also became the embodiment of cleaning and washed the bed sheets.

It was really dirty with sweat and semen.

It's a bit tricky to dry the clothes indoors, but there's no choice since I can't leave.

Anyway, I think it's clean enough that Trust will be surprised when he returns.

It feels like a light deep clean.

Yeah, housework isn't so bad.

When I came to this world, I was given weapons and could use magic, so I focused on that, but when it comes to girls, the warmth of a home is also important.

Even Trust would surely have at least one desire for a kind, homely woman rather than a sex slave who simply indulges in pleasure.

I understand because I'm a man.

The idea that anything is fine as long as it's cute is only true in the 2D world.

No matter how cute a girl is, no one would like a girl who is fatally lacking in the ability to live independently.

Even if you don't dislike it, you'll probably endure it.

I kind of saw a direction.

Sexy things are good, but let's also cherish these parts.

A girl who fights next to you is cool, but a girl who protects her family is also good.

"Now then..."

I look around restlessly.

The room is clean. I just cleaned it.

I look around again.

Yes, it's beautiful. I worked hard on it.

Ah...that's it.

...There's nothing left to do.

I slowly sit down on the sheetless bed.

"..."

The excitement of cleaning just before suddenly fades away.

It seems to be true that people feel better when they have something to do.

I was completely convinced.

Whether it's sex or cleaning, it's fun to put in the effort.

When those things disappear, I feel lonely inside.

"...Maybe"

I wonder if that's how Trust felt.

There's probably a huge difference between me and Trust, but that might be the case.

Fight for the people you care about.

That's a very meaningful, wonderful, and fulfilling goal.

Humans are fighting against demons, and those important people may become unhappy.

He had the power to protect those he cared about, and he worked hard to achieve that goal.

But...the effort was in vain.

I know it wasn't like that from the beginning, but Trust doesn't know.

Even if he knew, that all his hard work was for nothing?

I think that must be extremely painful.

He no longer know what he is living for.

The backlash will be huge, given how hard he has worked up until now.

I guess Trust has lost his purpose in life.

I can't tell someone like that to do their best.

If he doesn't know what to work hard at, there's no way he can work hard.

In the end, I don't know what to do.

It's not enough to just be nice to him.

Encouragement is out of the question.

Still, I think there's something I can do.

I think there must be a way to make him live and do his best tomorrow.

I can't think of a way to do that.

"I wish he'd come back soon..."

I am so anxious for him to return that I find myself breaking the honorific language rule I had set for myself.

I think there's also a part of me that wants to do naughty things.

I don't know if this is true, but empathy is one of the elements that connects people.

Although I understood logically why Trust had done such a thing, there were some parts I couldn't understand emotionally.

But now I kind of understand.

It's because of this kind of environment...or maybe not.

Since I went to the trouble of asking God to help me come to this world, I'm the only one who thinks about Trust.

How can he be happy and forget the past?

Think. Keep thinking.

"..."

...Maybe he can forget about it a little while he is having sex.

I reach for my chest and crotch.

As expected, touching the clitoris or the opening of the vagina doesn't feel good.

It feels so good when Trust touches me, but it doesn't feel right when I touch them myself.

This is probably because of the love potion.

If I were to be captured by the Demon King, I would naturally try to appease him like the heroines.

At times like that, it may also mean not succumbing to pleasure.

I understand that that's what it means, but I feel like it would be okay to at least masturbate while thinking about someone I like.

You see, they say that the more you yearn for something like this, the deeper your love becomes.

Or perhaps God wants us to desire each other more.

"..."

I touch it again.

The feeling of disgust and revulsion still prevails, but I still touch it.

Since it's love juice, it doesn't ooze out and doesn't get hot.

Even so, I still play with it...and put my finger in.

"...Ouch."

The fingers inserted into my vagina rub against the dry walls of my vagina.

I feel nothing, only pain.

It felt as though my finger was being rejected by my own body.

The same was true for my erogenous zones, which felt so good when rubbed by Trust that I couldn't hide my moans.

Still, I continue masturbating.　

Even if it hurts or doesn't feel good, I want to think about Trust right now.

...I only think about him.

"...Hiii"

Perhaps because my thoughts had completely wandered to that place, I jumped in surprise at the loud sound of the door opening.

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it might stop, probably because I was so surprised.

My thoughts went blank, and my body stiffened as my gaze remained focused on the door.

"..."

Naturally, it was Trust that came in.

Trust seems surprised at how clean the room is, as his gaze dartes around the room.

That makes me feel good too.

It feels good to know that my actions have an impact on others.

Then Trust's gaze was focused on me.

But I didn't realise my condition.

"...Were you masturbating?"

That reminded me of where my hands were.

Chest and crotch.

Yeah, it's a pose that can only be used for masturbation.

"I-I was taught about pleasure...right...?"

I blurted out some sexy words on the spot.

I didn't want to lie or make excuses, so the words came out naturally.

However, I am aware that the atmosphere, timing, and many other things are all messed up.

It's so embarrassing, I say.

It's embarrassing, like being caught masturbating by your family.

Oh, no, it's exactly the same, in a sense.

"..."

For some reason, I'm sweating strangely.

Trust looked confused and put down the bag he was carrying.

After closing the door completely, he slowly walked over and sat on the bed.

"You are..."

"Gyaaa, reverse rape!"

Feeling extremely embarrassed, I used my whole body to push Trust down before he could say anything.

Trust falls down from the impact of the push.

However, his movements suggest he could immediately counterattack.

If he was to lose his minds and attack back, I would likely receive a severe counterattack.

"Umm..."

But all I did was climb onto Trust's belly.

My eyes instinctively moved from left to right.

W-what should I do next?

Or rather, why did I end up pushing Trust down?

Considering the way I've acted up until now, shouldn't I have acted embarrassed if someone saw me masturbating?

If I had said, "No, that's not it..." then I would have ended up being raped.

Why did I do this?

So, for now, that's it.

"Welcome home, Trust-sama."

I says this with a smile.

Because I was anxious for him to come home soon, I was able to smile genuinely.

"I... I'm home..."

Haha...the woman pushed him down then said welcome back.

I wonder what I'm doing.

Even Trust, who are imprisoning me, are confused by me.

Yeah... I've made a lot of mistakes since coming to this world.

I was actually planning to save Trust in a dashing manner, but instead I was held captive, I was shown my embarrassing parts, and I ended up pushing him down in my confusion... I guess I'm the one who's no good.

"So? What will you do to me?"

Hearing this, I look at Trust's face.

He still looked a little confused, but his expression showed he was lusting after me.

...If you think about it, being pushed down by a girl is probably a happy situation for a guy, right?

"Umm..."

However, I suddenly had no idea what to do.

As I looked around restlessly, my eyes fell on the bottom of my field of vision.

It's soft and fleshy, a man's dream.

"Mmm, I'll serve you with my breasts!"

I was nervous, but I ended up saying it quite loudly.

Once this happens, there's no turning back.

I step back a little and move from Trust's stomach to his legs.

At this time, my crotch rubbed against his penis, which felt a little good.

Anyway, I look at his penis, which is not yet fully erect.

"...Hmmm."

I instinctively swallowed.

I used to be a man, so I have a kind of aversion to other people's penises.

That being said, my vagina and uterus have been violated so much, so it's a bit late now.

However, I'm reluctant to put this in my mouth.

But this time it's my breasts.

Breasts, boobs.

Since this is a part of the body that didn't exist when I was a man, it gives me a sense of eroticism that feels unreal, like something from a faraway country.

This is the same as the feeling of having my vagina or uterus dug up.

"Here I go."

Saying this, I hold both my breasts in both hands.

Surprisingly, even though I've touched it a lot, I've never grab one myself...

While thinking about this, I squeeze his cock between my breasts.

I could tell that it was wrapped around his penis with such a fleshy feeling.

Wow... I knew it was big, but his penis is completely submerged and no longer visible.

Hmm?

The penis grows bigger little by little.

This is a good sign that he is excited, right?

Yeah, I understand because I'm a man.

Any guy would be excited to be sandwiched between breasts by a girl with big breasts.

"......"

I stole a quick glance at Trust's face and saw that he looked happy and excited.

Okay, okay, I can continue this way.

I've finally become a girl with big breasts.

Let's at least treat the person I like with some service.

"Ufufu~, you can let it out whenever you want, okay?"

I feel like a succubus.

I may look a little young, but these days, it's not uncommon to see a loli, big-breasted succubus.

Ah, no, I'm only talking about a very limited circle of people during my lifetime.

Anyway.

Yes, I'm a succubus.

I am a succubus who milks the hero--, Trust's semen and corrupts him.

That's how I blame it.

I presses my breasts against him from both sides, stirring up his excitement.

We are a perfect match both physically and mentally.

It's not just about holes and dicks.

"Ugh..."

Just moving it left and right isn't impressive, so I moves it up and down as well.

I attack his cock as if squeezing it dry.

How would it feel to have his semen milked by breasts that produce milk when I am pregnant? Hmm?

Wow, I'm starting to feel the same excitement as S.

Then his cock became hard and began to heat up.

It seems my service is having an effect.

So I get even more excited and continue stroking.

This is...yes, a titjob.

It feels like it's been that way from the beginning, but that's right.

But... is there really only one way to do a titjob?

My sexual knowledge mainly depends on what I learned in life.

In other words, erotic games and erotic manga.

From what I've seen in erotic games and manga, they do it in a position where the men is lying on their backs like he is now... but I think there was also an erotic manga where the woman was on the bottom.

However, it doesn't matter since we're in this position right now.

This is it.

The only way to grow is through actual combat.

"Hmm... hmm..."

Just the thought of a titjob was enough to get me excited, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.

The feeling of shame has already transformed into a sense of service.

So I try my best to make Trust ejaculate by shaking my breasts.

I shake both at once, or one at a time, stimulating his penis.

"Guh..."

Was that Trust's voice I heard?

Isn't this effective?

I understood this in an instant and started shaking my breasts.

Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Then his cock began to twitch and bounce.

A slimy liquid, which is not bodily fluid in that area, lubricates my breasts.

This is what's known as pre-cum.

As a former man, I'm very familiar with this, and it does make me think about having someone else's pre-cum on my body, but for now I've decided to be happy that my service is working.

The pre-cum acts as a lubricant, making the stimulation of the breasts against the penis smoother.

A lewd, squishy sound was already ringing out from between my breasts.

In fact, it's refreshing to hear this sound coming from somewhere other than my vagina.

I don't know if that was the reason, but I shook my breasts, making erotic sounds, as if to get revenge for all the bullying I received.

"Ugh... I'm gonna cum..."

Trust said painfully.

Immediately afterwards, semen spurted out from the penis that was sandwiched between them.

Perhaps because his penis was buried in my breasts, the semen didn't leak out and instead stuck to my chest.

Two, three times, as usual, an amount of semen that is unimaginable for an ordinary person smeared all over my breasts, and after making sure that it was all out, I pulled away.

"...Hmm..."

Hot, thick semen drips from my chest down to my abdomen.

Again, let me say this as a former man, but he's more viscous than I was when I was alive.

Calling it slime was an exaggeration, but perhaps because of its high viscosity, the feeling that my body had been soiled was intensely haunting.

If this was released into my uterus I'd get pregnant...well, what did mean, when he already released them inside many times

Still, the fact that he ejaculated means that it felt a little good, right?

If you want to forget even a little bit of the unpleasant things, just defile this body as much as you want.

After thinking about it like that, I said to Trust.

"Ufufu, how did you like my breasts, Trust-sama?"

I still feel a bit like a succubus.

I'm surprised at myself, but it seems I'm the type of person who gets carried away easily.

...Well, the game can have a big effect on my mind, to the point where it can cause cracks in my soul.

I thought to myself, while mocking him as I waited for Trust's reaction.

"Haa... haa... I thought it was amazing, but not to this extent."

Well, it's only natural to look at these two big melon and think they're amazing.

When I first saw it, I thought it was amazing too.

Anyway, even if it was just a little, the fact that he was out of breath meant that it went pretty well, right?

I feel a sense of accomplishment, like I've grown a little as a woman, which may hurt me later as a former man.

Oh, that's right.

"Do you want to eat? Take a bath? Or~ me~?"

"....."

"....."

"....."

".....ugh~"

Yeah, sorry.

I felt a bit cocky with the sense of accomplishment of having made my beloved man climax.

In the first place, this is something a wife would say to their husband when he comes home from work.

But the food hasn't been cooked and the bath hasn't been heated.

There is something melancholic about the fact that it is after I have already said it.

It was probably Trust that bought the food.

I feel like I want to spend an hour trying to figure out why I was thinking of saying something like that just a few seconds ago.

"Filia."

"Huh...?"

"I don't need food or a bath. I want Filia."

He replied seriously.

...Is there no other way to respond like this in the world?

Well, it's one of the activities that newlywed couples on Earth, especially in Japan, engage in.

If things go wrong, it could become extinct.

I looked up and saw Trust's eyes, and he was looking straight at me.

I can't say that this was said on impulse.

"Th-then please help yourself with this body."

I said that without thinking. Trust pushed me down, and threw himself on top of me.

Oh, there are no sheets on.

I thought so, but such thoughts were blown away by the intense pleasure.

The only thing I can say is that it felt so much better than masturbating.

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"That's right! Next time you go out, please buy some cooking equipment."

After that we had sex, sex, sex, and when we got hungry we ate, had sex, sex, and occasionally took a bath, and after having sex in the bath, I said as if I had had an idea.

"Why?"

Trust listens to what I say.

Today...we had sex for so long that I'm not sure if it was day or night, but I found out after cleaning all day.

I don't hate housework.

No, I might like it.

It's true that food is procured by the Trust, so strictly speaking it's not necessary.

But in the long run it should be effective.

"If we eat take out all the time, our nutrition will be unbalanced, and its harder to save money."

"...Hmm."

Nutrition is a key component of life in captivity.

It would be a problem if the person being held captive became weak or ill.

Plus, eating out is expensive, and homemade food is cheaper.

Nowhere is this more evident than in modern-day Japan.

This was knowledge I gained while shopping with Trust before I was imprisoned.

"Above all, if it's food, it will make people think that you live with someone."

If you buy two servings of food when eating out, your family structure will be revealed.

In this case, it's me, being held captive.

If he regularly buy two servings and people never see the other person, it's possible that they might find it strange.

You never know where justice will come from in this world.

"And don't you want to try my cooking?"

Every man wants to try a girl's home cooking.

One of the things a man who dreams of married life desires is his wife's cooking.

Since bad cooking can be a cause of divorce, there must be a desire for women who can cook.

When we talk about a good woman or a good wife, one thing that comes to mind is being able to do housework.

"That would be good."

"Hehe, thank you"

I thanked Trust for granting permission.

To get a man, you just need to grab them by their stomach.

When something unpleasant happens, turning to food is also a way of escaping.

Also, can I cook for him?

You might think so, but it's actually possible to make it.

Ah, no, it's not that I was particularly good at cooking when I was alive, but Filia was.

It seems that just like how to use weapons, magic, and languages, this body can also cook food.

At the very least, I know it as knowledge or a habit, so I should be able to make it.

Since I'm a good match in both body and soul, maybe I can also make a dish that will satisfy Trust.

Above all, wouldn't it be nice to have a girl who can cook for you?

It's not like we spend all our time fighting.

Trust has been an uphill battle up until now.

I don't know if it's a warm life, but I want to feed him my cooking.

Okay, let's do our best and make delicious food.

And so I got fired up.