Chapter 10
Chapter 10
She’d felt bad for Bova. And it was her first time with a man’s body. She’d deliberately avoided looking, even when using the bathroom. And it had been… this? This absurd thing? Every time it bobbed and twitched, the mushroom-shaped head at the end of the slightly curved shaft caught the light and glistened. Milana’s soul practically left her body. She just made stupid sounds. Uh… uh… It was too big. And it looked so strange. But more than anything…
Why was it hard?
Even Milana, with zero s****l experience, knew what this kind of male bodily response meant. But why? In a situation where she was begging for her life, not a hint of excitement anywhere? A terrible thought crossed her mind. Am I… turned on by fear?
“As expected of my body. With Milana’s body doing this right in front of it, it’d be weird if it didn’t react.”
A kind of conditioned reflex, don’t you think?
Her tangled brain couldn’t process what Bova was saying. She just sat there dumbly. Bova leaned his face down toward her, toward his own face that the family head had once called “cold and utterly devoid of affection.” He marveled that it could look this cute. He blew a soft breath against the unusually red left earlobe, one of his own most sensitive spots, and whispered his burning desire into it.
“This is my body. See?”
“Uh…”
Frowning at the heat on her earlobe, Milana stared into the mirror. A flushed, handsome man stared back. A beautiful naked body woven from perfectly proportioned muscle, sprawled out helplessly.
A long, thick neck. Broad shoulders sloping into a reddened chest. Abs cut along the grain. A navel. And then a massive p***s, aching for something. It was red and dark and menacing, twisting around as if it had a mind of its own. She watched, mesmerized, as the tip drooled clear fluid, then jolted and looked up. But she immediately regretted it.
A pair of murky violet eyes stared back at her, clouded over as if by fog, losing reason. That color, like amethysts soaked in darkness… was insanely lewd.
“I like that face. Good.”
Bova smiled, satisfied, and kissed Milana’s jawline. Then he sucked on her earlobe and reached down, casual and natural. The thing he wanted most was right in front of him, but he meant to soothe the one crying because it couldn’t eat yet.
Small hands grabbed the angry p***s without hesitation. Gripped it tight. Milana’s breath ran out all at once.
“Bova… Bova! What are you doing? This… this is part of the spell to switch us back, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Bova frowned, glaring back and forth between the pulsing c**k in his hand and the mirror. He wanted to try it… it wasn’t that he felt no resistance to the act itself. But Milana, inside his body, would definitely squirm and moan under the flooding sensations. He wanted to make her feel good.
No, more than that…
The man inside the woman’s body couldn’t hold back. His small face lowered to the p***s without a moment’s hesitation. Then he bit down on the mushroom head, like sucking on a lollipop.
“Bova!”
Milana practically howled. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or what she was feeling down below.
Her own lips, the ones she’d always thought were too small and plain, now stretched wide and took the man’s c**k into her mouth. Saliva dripped from those pink lips, mixing with the precum already smeared on the red flesh. It spread across the shaft with a slick, glistening sheen. Her own spit ran down the side of it. The sight was too much. She covered her eyes with both hands.
But blocking her view only made the sensations from below sharper. Her body’s lips. The small tongue that should have been tucked safely inside her mouth was out now, wrapping around the p***s, moving with ease. The soft tip dug into the slit of the trapped glans. That was just the start.
Bova sucked hard on his own body’s flesh like it was a giant popsicle, bobbing up and down. He didn’t forget to work the t*******s with one hand, now swollen and full. Because if Milana had ever done this to him, he would have been so happy he might have passed out.
‘Yes. This is what I wanted to see.’
Even through his shaking vision, he didn’t take his eyes off the mirror. He had to burn every single scene into his memory.
On nights when he touched himself thinking of Milana, his innocent squirrel-like friend, he’d sometimes imagined this. Milana looking at him with that lovely face full of desire and longing. No fear in that expression. Just hunger for him, the same way he hungered for her. Those small, cute lips that looked like they should be nibbling on an acorn, now stuffed full with a c**k too big for them, gazing up desperately at the man’s face like she was begging for something. Those big chocolate-brown irises, always looking like they might roll right out if she opened her eyes too wide, wet and glistening, shining almost like stars…
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