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First Unit, Captain’s office.
Three heavy knocks thudded against the door. No answer. Not that Hoshina Soushirou was expecting one in the first place. The reason? From inside came the unmistakable racket of video game sound effects—explosions, sword-slashes, and a voice shouting “One kill! Two kill!” loud enough to rattle the hallway.
He cracked the door open, and a pale blue glow spilled out. The room lights were off, the only illumination coming from the TV screen. A futon lay carelessly thrown on the floor, surrounded by unopened cans of energy drinks like some weird shrine to caffeine. And right in the middle of this chaos sat Captain Narumi Gen, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and shorts, gripping his controller with the solemn focus of a man defusing a bomb except it was just pixels on a screen.
Hoshina didn’t even bat an eye. He strolled up to the futon and began,
“Captain Narumi, I have a report. This morning in Tachikawa—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m in the middle of a boss fight. Just give me the bullet points,” Narumi cut in, eyes never leaving the screen, thumbs flying.
Hoshina paused, sighed and did as ordered.
“Long story short, my dick’s gone.”
Right on cue, the game blared a GAME OVER. The controller slipped from Narumi’s hands with a loud thunk.
“… Huh? … Wait … huh?” he said, twice, each with a slightly different pitch. The first is pure confusion, the second more like “please tell me I misheard that.”
Finally, he looked up at Hoshina, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, looking like his soul had just briefly stepped out.
“I said what I said. My dick’s gone,” Hoshina repeated, plain as day.
Narumi just … stared. His eyebrows twitched. His mouth still hadn’t closed. Then finally:
“That doesn’t tell me a damn thing. Start from the top.”
Knew it, Hoshina thought.
He shrugged, then launched into the story.
“So, here’s the deal … this morning, a mid-sized kaiju showed up in Tachikawa. I went in, sliced it up, everything went smooth. But the moment I cut the core, the damn thing sprayed its guts everywhere and, my lower half took the full hit.”
No injuries. No pain. But—
“… When you came to, your dick was gone.”
“… That’s right.”
Yeah. No damage to the rest of him, but somehow the family jewels had vanished completely. Which, depending on how you look at it, might actually be worse than getting hurt.
“Oh … uh … wow, that’s … uh … rough?”
Hoshina shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
“Easy for you to say, since it’s not your problem.”
“Well, yeah. It’s literally not my problem.”
What else was this bowl-cut expecting from him?
Still … Narumi’s mind was spinning. What the hell did it even look like down there now? He couldn’t stop himself.
“Wait, hold up. If your dick’s gone, then what’s the situation below the belt right now?”
“You wanna see?”
“… Hah?”
The answer came so fast it left him blinking. Before Narumi could even process the words, Hoshina was already unbuckling his belt, yanking down both his pants and underwear in one smooth, fearless motion.
And there it was—or rather, there wasn’t. The thing that should’ve been there was gone. In its place was … something else entirely.
“… Holy crap. That’s a … that’s a full-on pussy.”
Narumi’s voice was half awe, half disbelief. He rested his chin on his hand, brows furrowed, studying the sight with the kind of seriousness most people reserved for fine art.
Yep. Right there where the family jewels should’ve been, there was smooth, soft-looking feminine anatomy, sitting there like it had always belonged.
It was such a mind-bending view that Narumi instinctively leaned forward over the futon. His face crept closer and closer until it hovered just a couple inches away, his breath brushing against Hoshina’s newly transformed crotch. The warmth made Hoshina flinch, a faint blush creeping across his face.
“Could you not breathe on it while you’re talking?”
“I mean, c’mon … it’s one hundred percent a pussy. No question.”
“Would you stop throwing around words like ‘dick’ and ‘pussy’? It’s vulgar.”
“You started it!”
And just like that, they were back in their usual back-and-forth, somehow managing to sound casual in the middle of a full-blown biological crisis.
Narumi let out a long sigh, leaning back on his hands.
“… So? Why’d you come to me?”
After all, this was the First Unit’s command room. That kaiju mess in Tachikawa was the Third Unit’s territory. Hoshina had zero obligation to report it to him. Yet here he was, barging in just to drop the “my dick’s gone” bomb, then actually dropping his pants to prove it.
—Though, Narumi had a pretty good idea already.
But asking anyway? That was just part of the fun.
“I came to ask you for a favor, Captain,” Hoshina said, straightening his posture, voice low and serious, eyes downcast.
“Oh? A favor.”
“Yes. The operator said that … uh …”
He trailed off, clearly struggling, gaze darting away.
Yep, the last puzzle piece clicked neatly into place in Narumi’s head.
But of course, he played dumb.
“What? Spit it out.”
“… They said … if I have … sex … it’ll go back to normal.”
Silence.
Narumi didn’t so much as blink in surprise. If anything, his expression said called it.
Hell, he’d marinated in otaku culture for years. Gender-bending, curses, supernatural crap—and the oldest, most cliché trope in the lewd playbook: “The only cure is to do it.” He’d read it in hentai a hundred times, but seeing it play out live in front of him? That was … deliciously wrong.
“So? What exactly do you want me to do?” he asked, already knowing the answer, his grin curling slyly. He wanted to make Hoshina say it.
“You … you know damn well!” Hoshina barked, cheeks burning red.
“Nope. Not a clue. You’ll have to spell it out for me.”
“… d— it … please.” His voice cracked, barely audible.
“Can’t hear you,” Narumi said, cupping a hand to his ear with theatrical innocence.
And then—
“—So just fuck me already!!”
The words rang through the quiet room like a gunshot.
Oh, yes. This was it. This was the moment.
Hoshina Soushirou—Mr. Composed, Mr. Rational—had just begged him, red-faced and trembling, eyes shining with a desperate sheen, to take him.
Narumi’s grin widened almost imperceptibly as he grabbed Hoshina’s wrist, yanking him down onto the futon.
“…!”
Those narrow eyes widened, reflecting Narumi’s face.
Narumi ripped his T-shirt off without ceremony, then lowered himself over Hoshina, bracing with one arm while the other came up to cup his cheek. His fingertips were unexpectedly warm, and Hoshina sucked in a sharp breath.
“Relax,” Narumi murmured, his voice dropping low and wicked. “I’m gonna make sure you get plenty of love.”
Hoshina’s ears gave the slightest twitch at that honeyed whisper, like a cat catching a sound it wasn’t ready for.
Heat bloomed deep in his core, his lips parting just enough for a shaky, wordless breath to slip out.
Narumi didn’t waste a beat. His lips brushed Hoshina’s forehead, feather-light, then slid to his cheek, then down to the curve of his neck. Every touch was a slow ember, spreading warmth that made Hoshina’s shoulders instinctively hunch.
Without so much as asking, Narumi tugged down the zipper on Hoshina’s uniform jacket, peeling it off before shoving his undershirt up.
And there they were—Hoshina’s chest, bare and completely on display.
For a second, Narumi just stared, brows arched. Those curves? Way too plush for the male body he’d known before.
“… Just to confirm, the change is only down there, right?”
Even as he asked, his hands wandered to those soft mounds, one cupping, the other giving an experimental squeeze.
He froze for half a second at the feel.
“… Hold up. These are way bigger than they should be. You been messing with yourself or something?”
Hoshina’s shoulders jerked, face going scarlet as he glared daggers.
“Wh—hell no! Course not!”
“Mm-hm.” Narumi didn’t sound convinced.
He gave another easy squeeze, fingertips circling slowly. Warm, supple, just the right amount of firmness. Definitely grown.
He dipped his head, brushing his nose against Hoshina’s skin before planting a kiss right in the center.
Hoshina sucked in a sharp breath.
“That … that’s not necessary ….”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Narumi shot back, all innocence, before leaning toward the right side.
The pale, smooth chest swelled softly beneath him, each nipple a faint blush of pink. Narumi’s tongue flicked over the right one in a single, unhurried lick.
“—ah! I’m saying … quit licking my chest like that—”
“Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”
His free hand rolled the other nipple between thumb and finger, giving it a teasing tug, and the noise Hoshina made was pure accident, but it hit Narumi’s ears loud and clear.
Goddammit, this wasn’t what Hoshina came here for.
Marching all the way to Ariake, looking Narumi dead in the eye and saying “Please fuck me” —that was already the biggest humiliation of his life.
This was supposed to be a hit-it-and-quit-it deal. Get it over with, get his junk back, and go home. Simple.
But no, Narumi was happily playing with his chest like this was a damn date.
“Enough already … just whip your dick out and shove it in!”
Hoshina’s patience finally snapped. He threw a full-force kick at Narumi’s gut.
Narumi caught his leg without breaking a sweat, his smirk only deepening.
“Don’t be in such a rush. Told you, didn’t I? I’m gonna love you up real good.”
This wasn’t foreplay. This was torture—a drawn-out, shameless, pulse-pounding kind of hell where the seconds dragged and the heat kept climbing, but the main event refused to start.
Narumi traced the nipple he’d just licked, and it plumped up into a ripe, dewy shade of dark pink.
He pressed the pad of his finger against it, lazily brushing over the areola, just enough to tease, never quite giving real contact.
For Hoshina, it was maddening.
His nipples had perked up from the base, standing stiff like they were screaming get on with it already.
Narumi caught the sight and let out a low, mocking chuckle. Then, without warning, he pinched the hardened tip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it up with a sharp tug.
The jolt shot through Hoshina’s body, yanking a startled noise out of his throat.
“Ah—!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Narumi’s voice was all smug amusement.
“N-no, it’s not—”
“Yeah? You sure about that?”
Without waiting for an answer, he took both nipples between his fingers and pulled, hard and deliberate.
“A-ahh!? Nn, hah! Hhh … ahhh, mhh—”
By the time Narumi was done playing, Hoshina’s nipples had swelled into obscene little peaks, flushed red and throbbing.
They’d been yanked, squeezed flat, scraped with nails, twisted around, and pinched again. Each rough motion sending another shiver ripping through him.
Narumi leaned in, clamping his mouth over one and giving it a quick bite.
“—Ahh!”
His tongue swirled lazy circles over the areola, then toyed with the stiff peak, flicking it up and down while his other hand kept the opposite one in a constant state of torment.
After working Hoshina’s chest like it was his favorite toy—mouth and fingers taking turns—Narumi suddenly grabbed both of his legs and yanked them wide open.
Hoshina, whose whole brain had been consumed with just enduring the humiliation of having his nipples played with, froze in shock. His eyes went wide, because now his crotch was completely on display.
Face blazing, he scrambled to cover himself with both hands.
“Wh- …! Don’t look at that!”
Narumi cocked a brow. “The hell? You just showed it to me yourself earlier, and now you’re playing shy?”
“T-that’s different—!”
“Shut it. Your hands are in the way. Move ’em.”
The icy edge in his tone made Hoshina hesitate, but in the end, he pulled his hands away.
That’s when Narumi saw it—something glistening, trailing down from between Hoshina’s folds.
He reached in, scooped it up on his fingers, and held it aloft with the kind of smug, infuriating grin that made you want to punch him.
“Well, would you look at that. You’re already wet.”
The sight of his own slick coating Narumi’s fingers knocked the wind right out of Hoshina. It felt like some vital part of him just cracked and crumbled.
“W-what … no way, hya!?”
A warm, soft, wet sensation suddenly slid over his most sensitive spot, making him jolt with a yelp.
He dared a glance down and there was Narumi, face buried between his thighs, tongue dragging over him without a shred of shame.
His body screamed to close his legs, but Narumi’s head was right there, wedged in, making that impossible.
“D-don’t—wait—! You can’t just … ngh—lick there …!”
But Narumi didn’t stop.
A slow slurp, then a sudden flick, his tongue moving in no predictable rhythm, sometimes sucking at him hard enough to make his hips twitch.
Each time, muffled little cries slipped out despite Hoshina biting them back.
Whether it was Narumi’s spit or something else entirely, the fact was impossible to ignore: down there, he was getting wetter by the second.
Narumi’s tongue slid inside Hoshina’s folds, then nudged up toward a tiny, firm little bump hiding just above.
“—Ahh!?!”
Hoshina’s whole body jerked back in an arch, then collapsed like his strings had been cut.
“Wh-what the hell was that …?”
The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Sharp, electric, and so foreign that his brain tripped over itself trying to process it.
“The clitoris,” Narumi said, casual.
“Cli—what?”
The moment that word left Narumi’s mouth, Hoshina’s mind slammed the shutters. No way. That wasn’t supposed to exist on his body. That kind of nerve bundle belonged to women, not him. And yet, the smug bastard kept going.
“Yeah. Your clit.”
Narumi hooked his index and middle finger inside Hoshina’s lips, spreading him open with a slick pop. The little nub stood there like it had been waiting for the spotlight. With his free hand, he brushed it lightly and felt it twitch, pulse, and swell under the touch.
“Word is, this spot’s a girl’s best friend. Feels good, right?” he asked, fingers still toying with it.
“Ahn—! D-don’t— I ain’t a girl, so I … I dunno …!”
The words stumbled out in a pitiful stammer, his head shaking in frantic denial.
“That so? Then I’ll keep going ’til you do know.”
“Wha—!? Aahhh—!”
Narumi pressed down harder, crushing the sensitive bud just enough to send tremors up Hoshina’s spine. His hips started to quiver like they had a mind of their own.
With fingers slick from Hoshina’s own arousal, Narumi worked the spot. Slow rubs, little side-to-side strokes, tracing lazy circles, then a teasing flick of his nail. Every touch set off a crackle of raw sensation that left Hoshina’s limbs going limp, his strength bleeding out into the sheets.
Even the tips of his fingers and toes felt weak.
This ain’t me.
It’s just the damn kaiju goo messin’ with my body. Temporary, a freak accident. The real me’s still in here somewhere.
That’s what his head kept screaming, right up until the next wave of pleasure slammed through him, shoving reason face-first out the door.
Narumi’s fingers kept rubbing at Hoshina’s clit, slick with obscene, wet sounds that made his ears burn.
Every time those fingertips grazed that spot—the one that shouldn’t even exist on him—something wild and nameless inside him bucked and thrashed like it was trying to break free.
It was hot, throbbing, aching like some alien thing had crawled inside and claimed squatter’s rights.
Just there.
That single, tiny spot.
And Narumi’s fingers kept coming back to it, relentless and dead-on, like he’d mapped it out.
It was driving him clean out of his skull.
What the hell is this? This is “feeling good”?
He’d had sex before—this wasn’t his first rodeo—but whatever he was feeling now? It didn’t even live in the same zip code as anything from his past.
Good. Good. Too good.
The sensation grew thicker, heavier, until the sweetness curdled into panic.
“S-st—stop … please …,” he stammered, tongue tripping over itself as he tried to string words together.
Narumi didn’t so much as flinch, didn’t let up. Cool as ice, he kept working that tender bud in a steady rhythm, taunting him with every deliberate stroke. Relentless. Calm. Cruel in the way he drew it out.
Shame was gone. Fear had taken the wheel.
If Narumi kept this up until he admitted it … until he broke …
Hoshina’s eyes blurred, tears spilling down his cheeks as he gasped between ragged breaths.
“… O-okay—! I … I get it, I get it, just …!”
The words tore out of him like a scream, or maybe a desperate plea. His voice shook, his throat tight with sobs.
“Oh yeah?” Narumi’s voice was all smug tease. “Get what, exactly?”
Hoshina bit down hard on his lip, fists clenching tight.
How far was this bastard gonna push him? How much humiliation could one man wring out of another before calling it a day?
On any other night, the old Hoshina would’ve been plotting Narumi’s murder six different ways. But right now? All he could think about was finding some way—any way—to escape this white-hot bliss chewing through his nerves.
“… I-It … feels good …!”
The words tumbled out, and with them, something deep inside him cracked.
Pride. Dignity. That carefully built persona called Hoshina Soushirou—a chunk of it just crumbled to dust.
“What feels good? Say it,” Narumi’s voice came low and velvet, cruel in its softness.
It was worse than shouting.
It was kind. And merciless. And it gave him nowhere to hide.
Hoshina sobbed, trembling as he spat it out.
“Uhh … y-your fingers … Captain … they feel good …! Feels so good, I’m gonna … gonna lose it …!”
His face was a mess of tears and snot. Narumi’s mouth curled, not quite a smirk, but damn close.
“Yeah? Then I’ll give you plenty more.”
The moment the words landed, the blood drained from Hoshina’s face.
“N-no, I, I can’t—!”
Narumi didn’t care. He crushed the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger, rubbing it with an almost childlike glee, like a kid breaking in a brand-new toy. Slick and slippery, it kept sliding away from his grip, only for him to hunt it down again, relentless.
“A-ah—! Hah, uhhh … ahhh…!”
The sounds spilling from his lips weren’t even words anymore. His jaw hung open, drool trailing down as his body failed to obey his mind’s desperate commands to get away.
He couldn’t even think straight—couldn’t keep track of what was happening, what he was feeling, or why.
Narumi, on the other hand, took it all in like a front-row theatergoer, eyes drinking in every twitch, every shiver, every flicker of expression.
This was the same Hoshina who usually smiled that fake-friendly smile and sniped at him with smug little barbs, and now reduced to a shaking, tear-streaked mess beneath him. The taste of superiority was sweet as sin.
“C-Captain … please … I’m beggin’ ya … stop …! Something’s … coming …!”
His voice cracked, thin as glass, his tear-wet eyes reaching for Narumi like a lifeline. Narumi caught his hand, pulled it toward himself, his touch warm, steady—achingly real, achingly gentle, and completely unforgiving.
“Not ‘something’s coming.’ Say it right. You’re gonna come, yeah?”
That whisper against his ear was the knife’s twist. The taut thread inside him snapped, sharp and clean.
Just Narumi’s voice alone made the back of his skull fizz.
That was it.
The wall was gone.
Everything he’d tried to hold back burst free, emotions and body both melting into the flood.
“A-ahhh—ahhhAHHH—! I’m—I’m coming—!”
Hoshina clung to him like he’d fall apart without the anchor, shuddering head-to-toe as the pleasure swelled, peaked, and swallowed him whole.
Hoshina lay there gasping, chest heaving, before his body gave out completely and he collapsed into the futon with a dull thud.
His vision was still blurry, his mind floating somewhere off in the ether, all his focus pinned to the simple act of pulling air into his lungs.
Thinking was out of the question. Hell, breathing still felt like work. But at least the storm had passed. A tiny pocket of relief bloomed in him at finally being let go.
A warm hand cupped his cheek, brushing away the wet streaks clinging there.
It was maddening how gentle that touch was. The same hand that had been so merciless minutes ago now felt soft, steady, almost … comforting.
“Good job, champ. You came real nice,” Narumi murmured, his voice oddly tender, stripped of its usual teasing bite.
Somehow, that made Hoshina’s skin crawl more than if he’d been mocked outright.
So the Captain’s got a voice like that too, huh … he thought hazily, leaning into the palm despite himself.
—Until.
“Mmph!?”
A sudden, alien pressure between his legs yanked his eyes open.
Narumi’s middle finger was sliding inside him, obscene wet sounds filling the small space. In the aftershock of climax, his body had gone pliant, and the intrusion met barely any resistance.
“Wh—hey, who said you could—ahh—!”
“Gotta loosen you up, or mine won’t fit,” Narumi said matter-of-factly. “C’mon, relax.”
The strange sensation of something moving inside him had his nerves firing in every direction. Narumi worked the single finger in, coaxing his walls wider before pulling it out, only to press back in alongside his index finger. The stretch was bigger this time, thicker—but not painful.
When Narumi crooked his fingers, Hoshina’s body jolted.
“Hhh—ahh—”
“There it is,” Narumi muttered, lips twitching.
“Fu… ahhh—ahhhn…”
It wasn’t like the dizzying jolt of having his clit played with, but there was a tug of pleasure all the same. Narumi’s fingertips brushed over that spot again, stroking deliberately, and a helpless sound slipped from Hoshina’s mouth.
“Ahh—nnh—hhah …”
The wet squelch of fingers moving inside him filled the air as Narumi stirred him up, then added a third finger—his ring—stretching him wider. Every movement sent a shiver crawling up Hoshina’s spine, until he realized his hips were rolling and his thighs had fallen open without him noticing.
“What, you want me to touch you up here too?” Narumi asked, his tone almost amused.
A broken sound tumbled from Hoshina’s throat — half protest, half plea.
Then Narumi’s other hand found his clit, rubbing slow, cruel circles in time with the thrust of his fingers inside. The lewd, wet noise of it all pounded in Hoshina’s ears, mortifying and yet impossible to escape.
His breathing quickened, vision going soft around the edges.
“Mmhhnn—yahhh—ahhh … Cap’n … I can’t …”
“You wanna come?”
“Ahhh—y-yeah … I wanna … come … please …”
“Then go on. Come for me.”
“Ahhh—!”
Narumi’s fingers went from steady to relentless, pumping and curling, his thumb grinding circles over Hoshina’s clit until his whole body arched hard.
The pleasure ripped through him in a dizzying wave, spilling from somewhere deep inside, leaving him to slump boneless into the futon again.
His head felt like it was floating off his shoulders, but his heartbeat still raced like he’d been running for his life.
“That oughta do it,” Narumi said with a satisfied nod, pulling his fingers out.
Then, without so much as a warning, he started stripping. Trousers first, then the last layer beneath.
Hoshina’s eyes went wide. Wider than wide. His jaw dropped and stayed there, like his brain had short-circuited.
Because there it was, front and center, Narumi’s cock. Long, thick, veiny, and standing tall like it had been carved for the sole purpose of scaring the hell out of him. The head was swollen, flushed, the whole thing looking way too alive for comfort.
Holy hell. That thing’s a monster.
The blood drained from Hoshina’s face.
“Wh-wh-wh—what the hell is that!?”
It burst out of him before he could stop it, voice cracking, eyes glued to the obscene sight. His whole body screamed look away, but his neck wouldn’t listen.
“That’s a rude way to talk about it. You’ve got one too—oh wait. Guess you don’t right now.”
Narumi’s tone was almost too serious, which only made it worse.
Hoshina’s brain scrambled. That … thing wasn’t just a step up from what he used to have. It was an evolution. The kind of evolution that made you question if nature had gone too far.
“You … you’re not seriously thinking about shoving that inside me, are you!?”
He clamped his legs shut so fast his knees smacked together, both hands flying down to guard himself. In the thin, useless shelter of the futon, he assumed maximum defensive position.
“Of course I am. What, you think you’ll turn back without it?”
“You’re insane! No way, no way! That thing’ll split me in half!”
Fingers? Sure, maybe he could survive that. But that? That was like comparing a spoon to a damn baseball bat.
He made a break for it, trying to throw the covers off, but Narumi caught him with infuriating ease and hauled him right back.
“You really wanna stay a pussy forever?”
“Stop saying it like that!!”
His whole face flamed, humiliation warring with panic, both hitting dangerous levels.
“C’mon, let’s get this over with.”
Narumi shoved his legs apart in one smooth, merciless motion. The view left Hoshina scrambling for words—his slick, wet heat bared completely, no excuse, no escape. He opened his mouth to snap something, but nothing came out.
Narumi pushed him back into the futon.
“You’re really doing this?”
“Bit late to ask. You came to me for this, remember?”
“Y-yeah but, there’s no way that thing’s gonna—”
He froze mid-protest. The blunt, hot tip pressed right against his entrance, and the heat of it made his breath hitch.
This thing was way longer and thicker than any finger, and the fact it was about to go inside him had Hoshina’s brain screaming, Hell no, that ain’t happening.
And yet … buried under all that panic was a tiny, treacherous thought whispering, Bet it feels better than fingers though.
“I’m puttin’ it in,” Narumi said flatly.
“W-wait—!”
No waiting. No mercy. Narumi just grabbed his hips, lined himself up, and started easing that steel-hard length inside.
Tight. God, so damn tight.
They’d done plenty of prep, but it felt like he could’ve used a hell of a lot more. The thick head pushed past the first ring of muscle, and Narumi let out a low grunt that rolled right through Hoshina’s bones.
“Shit … you’re tight as hell. Relax, Hoshina.”
The words hit his ears at the same time a wave of deep, twisting pressure hit his insides. His spine jerked up off the futon, hands clawing at the sheets.
“Like I know how the hell to do that?!”
His voice shook, breaking apart between breaths.
The slow, steady push filled him with a pressure so intense it was hard to think. There was discomfort, yeah—the foreign stretch, the sting—but heat too, curling in low and slow. It wasn’t good, not yet, but his body was heating up anyway, traitor that it was.
He’d always been the one doing the thrusting, never on the receiving end. And now here he was, flat on his back, Narumi over him, his body taking every inch, being told to “loosen up” like this was just another Tuesday.
… And yeah, technically, he had asked Narumi to do this. But still.
“Aa—!”
The thought shattered when Narumi’s cock bumped something deep inside, and Hoshina’s head went blank for a beat. Shame and frustration tangled in his chest, swelling up toward his throat. He couldn’t tell if he was about to yell or moan.
Everything felt clumsy and unfamiliar, and he had no damn clue how to make it easier. His breathing went shallow, knees shaking, body giving away every reaction he wanted to hide.
“Calm down a little. You’re fine,” Narumi murmured right against his ear.
The voice was maddeningly steady, and his fingers brushed Hoshina’s bangs aside before giving his head a light, almost gentle pat. That calm confidence was infuriating … and the worst part was, it did steady him a little, which only pissed him off more.
Inside, Hoshina could feel Narumi’s length working its way deeper, his body instinctively trying to take him in. There was plenty of slick to ease the way, and though a twinge of pain lingered, there was no mistaking the thread of pleasure winding right through it.
Slowly, steadily, that heat and hardness pushed in until Narumi finally stopped.
A quiet breath ghosted against Hoshina’s ear, and fingers traced down the line of his neck to his collarbone, drifting toward his chest—close enough to tease but never quite pressing down. Each near-touch sent tiny shivers skittering along his spine.
Then the hand stilled. Narumi pressed lightly just below Hoshina’s navel, right where there was the faintest swell.
“Feel that? That’s me, right there.”
“D-don’t—! Don’t press there—ahh!”
A bolt of pleasure shot through him so sharp it made his whole body jerk.
“… You just came from that, didn’t you?”
“Shut … shut up—ahh!”
Before he could recover, Narumi drove forward again, the sound of skin meeting skin loud and raw in the air. That thick length slammed into his deepest point, sending another white-hot rush through Hoshina’s veins. His toes curled, his vision sparked with flashing stars.
Narumi didn’t give a damn about his trembling, or that he’d just been wrung out. He simply shifted his grip, lifting Hoshina’s hips clean off the futon. The weightless feeling made Hoshina’s eyes go wide.
“W-wait, Captain, just—”
“No waiting.”
And then he was hit again, Narumi spearing straight into that sweet spot without mercy.
“Ah—ah—ah—nn—ah—”
Nothing coherent left his mouth now, just broken sounds spilling out. His back stayed arched, muscles twitching with every thrust, but Narumi didn’t so much as think about stopping.
The lewd, wet smack of skin on skin echoed through the quiet room, each sound shooting straight to Hoshina’s already-frazzled nerves. The pleasure wouldn’t stop, dragging his mind under. He wanted to get away, to breathe, but there was nowhere to run. Every time Narumi pulled back, the bastard drove right in again, hitting deep enough to make his body jolt on its own.
“They say women feel several times better than men,” Narumi muttered, voice low and smug. “Looking at you, I’d say that’s about right.”
“Huh? Wh—ah … nngh—”
Before Hoshina could even wrap his head around the words, Narumi’s hand slid smoothly up his torso, fingers splaying over his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Even in this body, there was no mistaking the weight and spring of soft flesh under that palm. Narumi’s thumb brushed over the curve, and his hips kept moving in a slow, steady grind that was downright obscene.
His fingers traced lazy circles. Not so light it tickled, not so rough it hurt, but with that maddening, just-right pressure that made Hoshina’s breath stutter.
“Feels good, huh? Your insides just squeezed again.”
Hoshina shook his head hard, desperate to deny it.
But his own body sold him out. His nipples were standing up, hard and flushed, begging for attention in a way that made him want to cover himself. They looked almost swollen, achingly obvious against his skin.
And he was staring. Without even realizing it, his eyes kept tracking Narumi’s hand like a cat following a bit of string. Not just confusion in his gaze, but something else—something that looked suspiciously like want.
“… You’ve been playing with these yourself, haven’t you?” Narumi teased, twisting one pert peak between his fingers.
Hoshina’s body arched like a bow, a sharp shock tearing through him, and before he knew it, he’d come again.
Heat rushed to his face, eyes darting anywhere but Narumi’s.
“I—I haven’t—! S-stop—!”
His protest cut off in a choked cry as Narumi’s mouth closed over the peak, tongue circling, lips pulling just enough to make his head spin.
“In this state?” Narumi murmured against his chest. “You’ve got zero credibility.”
“—!!”
There was no comeback left in him.
Narumi didn’t let up. His hips kept driving home, rhythm unbroken, even as he groped and mouthed at Hoshina’s chest. Nipples and walls alike were under siege, the double assault keeping Hoshina teetering right on the edge, unable to come down from that high no matter how much his body begged for mercy.
“Oi, Hoshina. Don’t you go passin’ out on me now.”
Narumi gave his cheek a light slap, enough to jolt him back from the brink. Hoshina’s body was half-collapsed against him, limp as a ragdoll, so Narumi slid a steady hand to his back, hauling him upright. The movement dropped Hoshina into Narumi’s lap, and gravity did the rest—driving Narumi’s length in even deeper.
“Ugh … C-captain …,” Hoshina’s voice was ragged, breath hitching as he clung to Narumi’s neck like a lifeline. His forehead pressed into the man’s shoulder, warm breath ghosting over bare skin. Every part of this position screamed vulnerable, a helpless mix of shame and frustration swirling in his chest. Narumi’s hands stayed locked firm around his waist. No escape allowed.
“… Ah, n-no … I’m gonna—gonna come again …”
“You’ve been comin’ nonstop. Feels that good, huh?”
“Don’t—! I’m gonna—ah—!”
Narumi chuckled low in his throat. “Hoshina … what d’you think’d happen if I played with your clit at the same time?”
“Don’t …! D-don’t you dare—ahhhAAHHH!”
The moment his fingers brushed that swollen nub, Hoshina’s body jolted like it’d been plugged into a live socket. A sharp, gut-deep pleasure tore up his spine, making his hips tremble. Tears welled unbidden, spilling hot down his cheeks no matter how hard he grit his teeth.
(Shit—shit, this is bad …)
Narumi rolled the cherry-red nub between his fingers, at the same time thrusting up deep enough to steal the air from his lungs. Hoshina’s body no longer felt like it was his to control—muscles twitching, hips jerking on their own.
In his head, it was like something just … snapped. He could almost hear it. His whole body was burning, every nerve stripped raw and hypersensitive. It didn’t matter where Narumi touched him anymore. It all boiled down to the same single, dizzy thought: It feels good.
“Ah—ah—yhh—”
It didn’t hurt. Not even close. But somewhere in the back of his mind lurked the bone-deep terror of what if this keeps going? warring with a dangerous, melting intoxication. The two clashed until his throat gave out a choked sob all on its own.
But then—everything shifted.
Something deep in his chest went haywire, a strange flutter, like static crawling up his spine. It wasn’t just good anymore. It was something sharper, more urgent, ripping straight through his lower belly.
(No way … oh, hell no …)
The realization hit him like a sucker punch. Piss. He was about to piss himself.
The second he knew, his blood ran cold. His back went rigid, heart clenching tight like a fist in his chest. Inside his head, alarms blared loud enough to drown out everything else.
This is bad. This is bad. This is badbadbad …!
He tried to pull away from Narumi, but his muscles were shot. His body was spent, weak as wet paper, and Narumi’s hands stayed locked firm around his waist like iron cuffs.
“Cap—stop, somethin’s … somethin’s wrong—!” he stammered, voice shaking.
But the heat kept building from deep inside, sweeping his reason away like a riptide. A throbbing ache bloomed in his lower belly, making his hips twitch helplessly. Every roll of Narumi’s hips detonated the sensation, pulling raw reactions from him he couldn’t control.
“I’m, hah … I’m close …!” Narumi’s voice was tight, strained.
“You idiot! No, that’s not—! I-it’s not that, I’m—shit—’m gonna … gonna, I’m serious … ahhh, fuck—!”
With a low groan, Narumi’s grip on his waist tightened, pinning him down as he spilled every last drop inside. That final deep pulse snapped something in Hoshina wide open—his whole body shuddered, and from between his legs, a hot, clear gush spilled out, spraying in an uncontrollable burst.
Their ragged breaths tangled in the heavy air before both bodies sank into the crumpled, sweat-soaked sheets. Narumi propped himself up on one elbow, the other hand brushing his damp fringe from his eyes, and slowly pulled himself out of Hoshina. The mess that followed—thick, cloudy, and way more than he’d expected—had him raising a brow.
The bedding was a wreck, patches cold and clammy where the heat had already bled away. The haze of it all started fading, reality seeping back in. Narumi glanced at the state of the sheets and thought, Yeah … gonna have to wash those right away.
But when he turned his head, he froze.
Hoshina had his face buried in his arm, shoulders trembling. He was crying.
“This is the worst … I told you to stop ….”
The damp trickle down his inner thigh, the slow spread of wetness where he’d been ignoring the sensation. When it finally clicked what had happened, something in him just … snapped.
He’d pissed himself. Right in front of Narumi.
Shame, humiliation, and raw regret all came crashing in at once, choking him until the tears wouldn’t stop. He wanted to crawl under the floorboards. No, just vanish into thin air.
“… Wait. You don’t think you actually pissed yourself, do you?”
Narumi’s voice was too calm. Hoshina peeked between his fingers, braced for mockery, but instead, Narumi looked faintly surprised, even wearing the ghost of a grin.
“That was a squirt, genius. No smell, no color—get it?”
“S-squirt …?”
Hoshina blinked, frozen. The word sat in his head for a beat before his brain finally dragged up the adult-only meaning he’d stashed away years ago.
“Wait … you mean that squirt …?”
When he finally said it, understanding crashed over him like a wave, making his head flush hot and his insides twist.
“Yeah. Didn’t think you had it in you. Guess my technique’s really that good, huh?”
Narumi said it without a shred of shame, already scooping up his clothes from the floor and tugging them on like nothing had happened.
Hoshina’s mouth opened to fire back, but the words got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t deny it—he’d felt so good it’d fried his brain. That fact alone made it impossible to talk, and impossibly frustrating.
Narumi was halfway through slipping his arm into his shirt sleeve when he muttered, almost to himself,
“Man … monster biology’s wild. Didn’t think you’d have a whole damn womb in there.”
“… The hell did you just say?”
The air froze. Hoshina swore he could hear time stop—the tick of the clock, the color in the walls, everything just drained away. His brain ground to a halt, a rain of question marks pelting his thoughts. Confusion, embarrassment, disbelief. None of it made sense, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to.
“Wait, hold up … are you saying I actually have one of those?”
The words slipped out before he could stop them. If this was a dream, he wanted to wake the hell up now.
Narumi didn’t even blink. “You didn’t notice? Thing inside you was sucking me in like it was custom-made.”
Hoshina swallowed hard.
Now that he mentioned it … yeah, there had been a moment, heat curling so deep inside him it felt impossible, something gripping him from the inside like it never wanted to let go. He’d been too far gone in the haze to think about it then, but now—
A bead of cold sweat trailed down his spine.
“Wait … hold on. Captain … you didn’t seriously finish inside, did you?”
Narumi looked off for a beat. “Huh … guess I did.”
Blackout. That was all Hoshina saw in his mind’s eye for a solid second. Sirens were going off in his head, memories rewinding in jerks and skips, every blurred second of what just happened feeling suddenly dangerous.
“And what if … what if that makes a kid?! What then?!”
His voice cracked. This wasn’t a joke. This was way past any line they’d ever tiptoed around.
“Then we get married.”
“Married?!”
It was the loudest he’d been all night. He shot upright, voice rattling the air, his brain scrambling to keep up with the sheer weight of the words and the totally casual way Narumi dropped them.
“If you have my kid, we get married. That’s it.”
Narumi said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his eyes steady and unshaken. That straight-shooting look made Hoshina falter for half a breath.
“Yeah, but you … you even realize what the hell you’re saying?!”
He tried to hold his ground, but his heartbeat was slamming against his ribs. Narumi’s logic was all over the damn place, but somehow he was the one feeling cornered.
“I know.”
Narumi eased down beside him, taking his hand—gentle, warm. Hoshina froze as Narumi pressed his lips to the back of it.
“I’ll take responsibility. If you end up pregnant, you marry me.”
“Captain Narumi ….”
No teasing. No smirk. Just that rare, dead-serious Narumi staring straight through him, and that was somehow scarier than all the rest. Fingers laced together. Their eyes locked. Narumi leaned in, closer, closer—
And Hoshina’s fist slammed into his gut.
“The hell you think you’re doin’! Like I’d marry you! I’ll raise the kid myself if it comes to that!”
He sprang to his feet, snatching up his clothes and fumbling into them. His hands were shaking so bad the zipper nearly beat him, but he forced it closed, dipped his head in the barest excuse for a bow, and barked,
“Later!”
He stormed for the door, his retreat loud enough to rattle the frame. By the time Narumi even thought to get up, Hoshina was already halfway down the hall.
The door slammed. But in that split-second before it shut, Narumi had caught it—Hoshina’s hand half-covering his face, and the deep, burning red all the way to the tips of his ears.
Narumi stood there for a long beat, staring at the door like it might replay the scene for him. It wouldn’t leave his head.
Then, suddenly, he bolted for it, gripping the handle and yelling down the hall—
“… Hoshina! Wait up! Screw it—kid or no kid, just marry me!”
[END]