“This… what on earth is happening?”
Dariann thought over the reasons that had led to this situation multiple times in his mind, but he could never arrive at a definitive answer.
Initially, he had just been bored of being cooped up in the mansion and decided to indulge in a bit of adventure.
During that escapade, he witnessed a fire, saved a person, and then collapsed, only to be carried back home.
At that point, his only concerns were a mixture of worry over causing others trouble with his reckless actions and pride in having saved someone.
“It’s… um, big, yes…”
“Is it? I only know your size, so…”
‘It’s bigger than mine used to be… For some reason, it kind of feels like a blow to my pride.’
‘Isn’t that right? This is an odd size, isn’t it?’
Dariann, half in a daze, could never have imagined that he’d find himself in a situation where he, as a man, would be exposing himself in front of his wife, who was now in a female form.
“How does it feel? Does it hurt?”
“It’s… numb, I think. Like it’s cramped up—stiff and, annoyingly, very sensitive.”
“I see… Alright, then… may I touch it?”
“What? Uh, yeah. Sure.”
The two of them, hesitating as they looked at each other, didn’t appear like a couple married for over twenty years.
Instead, they looked more like newlyweds spending their first night together, their faces flushed.
Without looking away, Freya slowly reached her hand toward Dariann’s lower half, where his now-exposed part was already reacting to the mere feel of the outside air, secreting a translucent, sticky liquid.
Smack—
“Ugh?!”
“Did that hurt?”
“No, no… It’s just, this sensation is new to me. It’s okay—keep going.”
As Freya gently pressed her thumb against the tip, Dariann’s entire body flinched, his heart racing from the jolt that shot through him.
“Oh, damn it. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Wha…?!”
The normally composed, gentle face was now flushed, clouded with pleasure and heat, and instead of his usual refined words, Freya was letting out breaths heavy with desire.
Dariann stared blankly at her for a few seconds before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.
Smooch—
Their lips met, and soon Dariann’s thick tongue slipped into her mouth, mingling with her saliva in a heated kiss.
Caught off guard, her eyes widened, and as she instinctively tried to pull back, Dariann blocked her retreat, his hand on her back pulling her even closer.
Freya, who had initially been holding onto him hesitantly, gradually accepted his kiss, melting into his embrace.
Smooch—Smooch—
“Ah…! Wait a minute…! Let me catch my breath…”
“Sorry, but I can’t wait anymore.”
“But… Mm—! Smooch—smooch—!”
Freya tried to ask for a break in a trembling voice after briefly pulling back, but Dariann, his gaze leaving no room for delay, simply tilted her head back and resumed their deep kiss.
Their tongues intertwined passionately, and it was so sweet and intoxicating that it felt as if their connected mouths might melt together.
Lost in the moment, they forgot to breathe as they became engrossed in each other, filling the room with the sounds of deep breaths and the slickness of their kisses.
Sliding down—
As Dariann lightly bit her lips, he gently pulled down the V-neck of Freya’s dress that had been hanging loosely on her shoulder.
Her chest, which had been concealed by the fabric, spilled out.
Dariann, lost in the moment, marveled at her form, and despite everything, Freya found herself surrendering to his touch as he continued to lead, her own inhibitions fading.
With warmth spreading through her body, they clung to each other, both seemingly wishing this moment would last forever.
But soon, the inevitable moment arrived.
Drip—Drip—
“…Ah…! Wait, is it… coming out?”
Despite the tension in her body, Freya continued stroking Dariann, who hadn’t yet grasped the full meaning of a man’s climax.
When the sensation became too intense, he finally pulled back from the kiss with a faint frown.
Splurt—Splurt—
“Ah?! Oh… ugh!”
At the same time, Dariann’s body quivered, releasing a white, thick fluid with each pulse.
Caught off guard, Freya tried to shield herself with her hands, managing to keep her dress clean but leaving her hands covered in Dariann’s release.
“Ha… ha… Is that… how men climax? Is it always like this?”
“…Yes, it is.”
As Dariann asked with a dazed expression, Freya nodded in confirmation.
“Just a moment. I’ll clean up a bit.”
“Oh, okay… yeah.”
She promptly retrieved a handkerchief and began carefully wiping her hands and then Dariann’s soiled self.
“Feeling a bit more at ease now?”
“Sort of… I think…”
“Well then, I have some work to get back to, so I’ll leave you to rest.”
In a calm and composed manner, Freya tidied her hair and smoothed out her clothes, leaving Dariann with a polite nod before exiting the room.
“Wait, what? You’re just leaving after all that?”
Stunned by how quickly Freya returned to her usual self, Dariann reached out as she closed the door.
Thud—
“…Hah.”
Left alone, Dariann let out a sigh.
Freya, having closed the door behind her, leaned against it, taking a deep breath.
“A woman’s body… is so different.”
Recalling the heated moment she’d just shared, Freya’s face turned bright red.
“And… even though he’s my husband, he’s currently a man… Why did…?”
She had only meant to help her husband release his tension, yet she found herself swept up in the moment.
“Why couldn’t I just refuse…?”
Letting him touch her chest had seemed okay at the time.
But when he kissed her, it was different.
Though she still held the memories of being a man, she couldn’t deny the spark of pleasure she felt, her mind racing with confusion.
When he’d kissed her, she had felt a fire igniting deep within her.
“It’s natural; it’s because he’s my husband,” she mumbled to herself, trying to find comfort in that reasoning.
Reflecting on how overwhelmed she felt, Freya had rushed out as soon as Dariann had finished, unable to bear the intensity of the moment any longer.
“Alright… Calm down. I still have work to do.”
She managed to collect herself, reminding herself of her responsibilities.
But then…
She felt a damp sensation.
“…Looks like… I’ll need a shower first.”
Taking smaller, measured steps, Freya made her way back, feeling an unfamiliar sense of wetness and quietly muttering, “So this is how a woman’s body reacts… I never thought I’d find out.”