Chapter 5: I'm Getting Horny, I'm at That Age

I'm Getting Horny, I'm at That Age

This is sudden, but everyone, I'm feeling extremely horny right now.

……….

Well, I'm a girl of marriageable age too, and every second is a second of growth. Passions that weren't there when I was a child well up from deep within my body. I'm a high school girl, after all. That's just the kind of person I am, though.　

To be honest, I want to have sex. Playing alone in bed in the middle of the night just isn't enough. I want human contact, human skin.

Ah, but with guys, no thanks.

I still want to do naughty things with cute girls, and that hasn't changed. But it wouldn't be the case if it matched my shitty sexual preferences.

Well, you see. There's a reason why I'm feeling so unsettled right now.　

First of all, you see? Karen-chan is the masterpiece I've created. Beneath her cute appearance is a cute girl who's packed with the trashiness of a completely garbage person. From start to finish, she's the ultimate girl I've tweaked over the years.

Basically, she's the personification of my sexual fetish. Karen is super hot for me.　

If Karen had been a boy, I could have easily sacrificed my virginity and satisfied my own sexual desires while also adjusting the sexuality of boy Karen. Life is unpredictable.　

A person who has no qualms about seeing their childhood friend as their sex toy is both incredibly trashy and extremely erotic...　

And since Karen-chan doesn't particularly like girls, my boiling desire for her can't be quenched. But being with Karen-chan, who is the epitome of trashiness, naturally shows me the filthiness of her mind with every second she breathes...

It's like being forced to forbid touching a hot girl while she strips in front of you. It just makes me want to have sex more. Her trashy thoughts are a real sex appeal to me.　

On top of that, Karen-chan was already a pain, but now there's another childhood friend who aroused me off even more. Of course, I'm talking about Kikka-chan.　

Since the incident the other day, her sadistic tendencies have been steadily growing, and Kikka-chan has been coming into direct contact with me more often. She grips my wrists tightly, digs her nails into me, and speaks to me in a rough manner.　

None of this behavior would have been possible for her until recently. She rarely becomes aggressive towards others, with Karen being the only exception.　

My current goal is to get Kikka to slap me on the cheek. It could be a light slap, or a big smack! I'd prefer the latter if possible. If I can get that far, I think I'll cum.　

As a result, steady communication and gentle criticism have been the norm between Kikka-chan and me recently.　

...Of course it gets me horny. Not only Karen-chan, but even the noble Kikka-chan is becoming more and more corrupted by the day into the type of girl I like, and even though it's a small thing, it still gives me pleasure.　

I think this is tantamount to killing someone slowly.　

I want Kikka to take responsibility for my lust!

Don't just grab me hard or do something half-hearted like that, hit me across the face, sink your fist into my stomach, tighten your arms around my neck, and kick me mercilessly as I crouch on the ground...

Fall further and further and show me the results.　

But now, no one is listening to these feelings, and naturally, an affair with Kikka-chan won't happen.

Unlike Karen-chan, Kikka-chan seems like she could have sex with me if I kept pushing, but I can't, at least for now.　

Unlike Karen, Kikka is still in the process of adjusting. If I were to do something strange now, her sadistic side would just be shown to her lover in the future.　

That's not what I want!

I don't want to create a charm that will raise her appeal to the next level, but rather a negative side that will knock her dignity as a person to the depths. I want to make her the kind of girl who can't control her emotions and can't help but use her hands. I want to throw that brilliant brain she was born with right into the trash can.　

So I can't. I can't, I CAN'T, I CAN'T!　

It's building up, building up. My sticky, dark desires are building up like a jelly.　

"... Phew."　

When my thoughts started to get rigid, I exhaled all the air from my body and took fresh air in. Just doing that made me feel refreshed, so the human body is a simple thing.　

I feel like my thoughts, which had been somewhat downward, have quickly returned to their normal course.　

I know this because I used to be a boy, but girls' sexual frustrations are a little different from boys'. I wonder what that is.　

When I was a man, even if I pleasured myself, some things would come out and some would go away, so maybe that's why. It may sound vulgar, but I think that once I'd ejaculated, there was no sexual desire left inside me.

When my mind was dominated by sexual desire, I'd think, "Ah, I want to have sex," but once I ejaculated, that thought would disappear completely.　

But since I got into a girl's body, something feels different. I don't know if it's just me or if there's a gender tendency like this, so I can't say anything dramatic.

Now, I console myself by thinking, "Ah, I want to have sex," and even after I've finished everything, I rest my tired body and think, "Ah, I want to have sex." again.

When I was a man, masturbation and sex were synonymous, but now I feel like they are completely different things.　

So if this theory is correct, then will this throbbing I feel only go away if I have proper sex just once?

That's a problem.　

I can't lay a hand on Karen-chan or Kikka-chan, who are my sexual objects.

Not right now.　

I'm really in trouble... what should I do?

"...Hmmm."　

For some reason, I got up from my seat and went out into the hallway. There were hardly any students in the hallway after school.　

Homeroom had been dismissed quite some time ago, and most of the people still at school were currently engaged in club activities or some other activity. They were holed up in their club rooms or classrooms.　

"..."　

I slowly make my way down the corridor. Just when I think the faint voices of someone talking have quieted down, I hear another voice coming from somewhere.　

In the crowded classrooms nearby, there are probably people like me who are lingering in class for no apparent reason, probably chatting with friends.　

"..."　

I continue walking, slowly but without any hesitation, as if drawn to something.　

When I realized it, I could no longer hear anyone talking.　

Perhaps it was because they had left the classroom building. Nearby, there were nameplates overhead for specific classrooms such as the clothing room, science room, audiovisual room, etc.　

As I walked slowly, I randomly peered into the classroom windows.　

There are rows of sewing machines. Come to think of it, I made an apron in some class the other day. Karen suggested we trade because mine was better. Well, it wasn't really a suggestion, but it was a decision she made and I had no objections, so I nodded without hesitation.

From the next window, I could see a gas burner sitting on a very large desk. I had never seen anyone use that thing since I started high school, so I wondered why it was there.　

From the next window, a scene of rows of computers jumps into view. I don't have many memories of this classroom.　

Then look into the next window...　　

"Ah……"　

When I looked inside, I had the instant illusion that my body had been struck by lightning.　

My body trembled, not with fear but with joy. I felt like my body was being drawn to something, and I think maybe it was this that drew me.　

"I see... I see. That's right, yeah. Right."　

I had been mistaken all this time.　

I thought that my lust would never subside because I couldn't have sex with Karen or Kikka, but that was a big mistake.　

Isn't that right? I've always been like that.

There's only one thing I've ever done in my life.　

If I can't do it with Karen, and I have to wait for Kikka.　

"I just need to make another one ♡"　

I'll adjust every detail of this girl that's just for me, with my own hands. I'll play with her and toy with her according to my own sexual preferences.

And when I get bored of them, I can just throw them away. The reason I can't make a move on my childhood friends is because I wasn't using them for sex.

If I'd decided from the beginning that I would use them all for my sexual needs, then there would be no problem. I could throw them away without any hesitation.

That's right, that's right!

I wonder why I had forgotten. Things have been going so well recently that I've lost my original intentions.　

Let's make another Karen.

My favorite, with these hands, again. If I could do it once, I could do it again. This time, I don't have to worry about making all the adjustments, and since this is a relationship that will last only until high school graduation at most, it's okay to make a few mistakes.　

Let's make a replica, a generic version of Karen-chan ♡ 

Make a 'Karen-chan' for sex with my own hands.　

That's the common sense of society. If it doesn't exist, make it; if the real thing isn't available, buy a substitute; if you no longer need it, just throw it away.

Ah, I'm so glad. I just left the classroom and walked all the way here. Thanks to that, I was able to remember something important.　

"...Hehe."　

Thank you, I thought to myself as I quietly peeked out the window.　

In it, there was a plain-looking girl reading a book, looking somewhat lonely.　　

"Hmmm ♪"　

On the way back to the classroom, I was in a completely different mood than before. I walked alone down the quiet corridor, humming to myself.　

My goal was to go back to the classroom to get my luggage. Today I was planning to further my relationship with the girl who had been reading that book until the mandatory dismissal time, so I had to quickly get my luggage before the classroom was locked and empty.　

"……Huh?"　

However, it seems that this time the procession was not deserted. I saw a figure in front of me.　

(...That was definitely it.)　

I walked forward, and the figure approached me, gradually getting closer and the vague outline becoming more definite.　

There was something about her appearance that I recognized, but why did I feel this way about a stranger who wasn't even a friend?　

From the figure, bone structure, chest, etc., it was clear that the figure was a female student, and from the uniform, it was clear that her waist-long hair was a shining golden color, perhaps reflecting the setting sun filtering in through the window, or perhaps it was her natural hair.　

Her posture and the way she walked gave the impression of being well-bred.　

If I've seen her before, with such strong personal opinions, then where on earth have I seen her before?　

In the end, I was unable to come up with a proper answer to that question, and the distance between us became zero, and we passed each other in the corridor red with the setting sun.　

The scent of osmanthus gently tickles your nostrils.　

"Just keep it to a minimum."

"Huh..."　

My heart skipped a beat. For a moment I couldn't understand what she had just said.　

I reflexively turned around, but in the instant my brain stopped moving, she had already put some distance between us, and that distance was steadily increasing as time passed.　

All I could grasp was her already small figure from behind. All I could see is her long, beautiful blonde hair.

"...Student council... president."

Finally, I got a satisfactory answer to the déjà vu I had felt about her.