I shuffled back until my shoulders hit the wall, the stone cool against my skin.
"Wait," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I meant. "Just... wait a second! Or actually, give me a moment to prepare myself!"
My hand stayed over my eye, fingers pressed tight to block the view. But curiosity won out like it always did, so I didn't notice that I left a small gap, just enough to peek through.
Lothair stood there, naked and unashamed, her body lit by the dim room light shone by a strange mineral.
Her smile stretched wider, almost playful. She rested one palm on her hip, the curve of it standing out against her smaller waist.
"Very well. I will give you thirty seconds to prepare yourself."
Thirty seconds. That was all? My heart pounded harder, but I squeezed my eye shut anyway.
No more peeking. I needed answers first—something to ground me before this spiraled further.
Eli, I thought, pushing the words straight into my head.
Is this... thing permanent? The dick. Like, can I get rid of it?
Her voice came back warm and casual, like we discussed the weather.
『 Yes and no, depending on how you define 'permanent.' 』
I frowned, even with my eye closed.
What does that mean? Elaborate.
『 To put it simply, you now have a cock permanently. It is part of you from here on. But it is not always visible or active. It connects to your existence in a way that lets you control it. 』
I shifted against the wall, still feeling the uncontrollable weight down there, heavy and insistent.
Explain more.
『 You were predefined as female, with the organs to match. The Sinful Lust adjustment did not remove that—it replaced it for the moment. In its effect and influence, you have become what some might call a Futa. 』
A what? I almost opened my eye.
Is that like hermaphroditism?
『 Close, but not quite. A true hermaphrodite has both sets of organs at once, which can lead to conflicting sensations. For someone not born that way, it clashes with Sinful Lust's efficiency.
So what I mean by a Futa—not as in futanari which means hermaphrodite—you simply possess both male and female sexual organs, but not necessarily always having them available, which keeps you true to one sex at a time—but you can switch at will! Both if you want, though that is rarely practical. 』
You're making this up, that is literally a new term that you pulled out of nowhere...
But wait—switch at will? How?
『 Right now, you are equipped with the male version. Sinful Lust generated it based on probability—what your cock might look like if you had been born male. The result turned out quite satisfactory, if I do say so myself~! 』
So if I was born a guy, I'd be a stud, huh?
『 And to switch back, simply will it. Focus on your female form, and it will revert. Or equip both, if you feel adventurous. But I do not recommend the dual setup for optimal use of Sinful Lust. 』
Okay, fine.
I concentrated, picturing myself as I was before—smooth, unchanged down there.
Nothing.
The heaviness stayed, throbbing faintly.
Why isn't it working!?
『 You cannot shift while stimulated, heh. The arousal locks it in place. Calm it first—through meditation, or by draining the energy. Otherwise, it stays until the stimulation fades. 』
Draining the—
Before I could snap back at her, a whisper brushed my ear.
"Time is up."
My eye flew open.
Lothair was right there, her naked body straddling my lap in one fluid move. She had pushed my skirt up and tugged my underwear aside without me noticing.
Cool air hit my skin, and then—oh god—the base of my cock rested warm against her crotch, standing tall and unobstructed.
This was happening too fast, but part of me knew it was inevitable.
I forced a breath, trying to clear the fog in my head. Steel myself. Make sense of it.
My gaze drifted up, taking her in despite everything.
Her breasts sat just right—not too big, not too small, perfectly shaped with a gentle curve. Her skin looked flawless, smooth under the low light.
Then her hips, wide and curved in a way that drew the eye.
And lower—her crotch, hairless and clean, the puffy folds carved like they were meant to be admired, having no marks, no discoloration. It was almost as perfect as the goddess of beauty herself.
Wait, no!
Stay calm, do not get thirsty! This was not about want—it was survival, testing, whatever Lothair called it.
"You do not need to look so flustered," Lothair said, her voice soft but steady. She leaned in closer, her breath warm on my neck. "This is also my first time doing something like this, you know. You're not the only one who should be shy and flustering like a helpless maiden."
I shouted before I could stop myself. "You are lying! No one who has never done this acts so smooth and seductive, especially not to someone they barely know!
She laughed lightly, the sound vibrating against me.
Her hand wrapped around the shaft then, firm but gentle.
But what came after it was far from gentle. She rushedly stroked it up and down with a strong grip, flaying and pressing her fingers.
I gritted my teeth, bolt jolting through my spine and skin from the suddenness.
"When a demon sets their minds to something, they pursue it fully. I have already decided to see the Sinful Lust in action, to understand its power firsthand. My virginity changes nothing in that resolve. It only makes the moment... intriguing, if I may say~"
Firstly, I have no idea that the concept of virginity also exists amongst demons. Secondly, if what she said was true, then she was a much scarier person than I could ever have thought.
The strokes continued, her grip was intense—skillful, even if she claimed otherwise. Heat built fast, overwhelming, trying to succumb me whole.
This was my first time feeling anything like it, the slide of skin on skin sending sparks up my brain.
My mouth hung open, a thin line of drool slipping out before I could catch it. I wiped it away, embarrassed, but Lothair just blushed faintly—barely there, a soft pink on her cheeks.
That blush. It was the most real thing I had seen from her yet. It was beautiful, in a way that twisted my gut. There, right now, she did not bare her sly smiles or composed stares—this was her raw excitement, an unguarded side of her that only I could see.
"To think that someone as adorable as you can make that kind of expression~" Lothair cooed. "Say, can you show me more of your side, Mesmer~?
Her other hand joined in, one focusing on the tip with light circles, the other still at the base with firmer pumps. Different rhythms, pulling me in two directions at once. Up slow, down quick. Twist at the top, squeeze below—
Seeing her doing such a wicked motion in front of me as if she was basically showcasing it. Not to mention, there seemed to be some sticky and translucent liquid that had been pouring from the tip of the shaft for a while, lubricating all of her motion.
I gasped, my hips twitching without my say.
And Lothair—her own body moved too. Slight at first, a subtle roll of her hips against my thigh, her pussy trying to caress my shaft. But it grew, syncing with her hands.
She bit her lip, that faint blush deepening just a touch. She led this, but the flow pulled her in as well.
I could not hold it! The pressure coiled tight, building to something I had never chased before.
My body knew what to do, as if my instinct was taking over. My hands shot to her hips—curvy, soft under my palms—and I bucked up, grinding the length against her folds.
Up and down, slick now from the motion, devil whisper controlling my emotion.
She gasped, soft and surprised, her rhythm faltering for a beat. But she did not stop. Her hands sped up, urging me on and on to crave for her, to falter to my lust for her ambrosial existence.
It hit then—hard, crashing over me like a wave. I bucked once more, deep against her, and released the accumulated heat and sensation that had been trying to transform me from a human into a mindless vessel of pleasure.
Thick ropes of hot seed sprayed out, coating her stomach, her breasts, her face, streaking across that flawless skin.
It was still going, as moans escaped from my throat, acknowledging the defeat of my conscience. It felt too good, and it was still happening, as I felt more and more of my essence spraying out to freed themselves of my sinful vessel.
The moment I opened my eye, there was the sight of a devious angel that was heavily glazed by pure white honey, gazing at me with a half-lidded stare, licking the back of her liquid-coated hand as if she was just tasting a dessert.