Chapter 123 - 123. Mash-kun and Mizuki-chan (Mash⭐︎)
I was kneeling, or at least, I thought I was. When I came to, Fam was holding me up. Before me were Shizuka, who was also kneeling, and an unfamiliar old man. The old man was on his hands and knees, probably because his legs were numb, so I couldn’t see his face clearly.
"Who are you?"
My voice sounded strange—high, almost feminine. The old man looked up. It was a face I knew well, but I couldn’t place him. He seemed just as surprised to see me.
"You?" His voice was familiar.
"You are… me?"
I’d said something stupid. But just now, I was the one kneeling like the old man.
"Master is Mizuki, Mizuki is Master…?"
Fam gasped. She said something equally incomprehensible. Come to think of it, Fam was holding Mizuki, not me. So I was Mizuki. I looked down and realized I had breasts. Soft and squishy to the touch. Fun to grab. And there was that undeniable good feeling. At the same time as I felt the pleasant sensation, an indescribable pleasure surged through me.
"This… this ultimate sensation! There’s no mistake, it’s Mizuki’s breasts. A huh…"
I couldn’t help but moan. Shizuka pulled out a compact and handed it to me. I peered inside.
"It’s Mizuki… I’m inside Mizuki."
Then the old man in front of me must be me. I handed the compact back to him. He was observing his own face closely.
"I’m Mash…"
He fumbled with his crotch and gasped. And he’s getting slightly engorged. That’s really unpleasant, so I wish he’d stop. Shizuka, seeing our confusion, puffed out her chest proudly.
"My special skill, Scales of Love, can switch the minds of two lovers. Though I was surprised you two actually lovers."
"You have the worst special skills! First that condom storm, and now this?"
"Eeeh, that's mean to say, so I’ll tell you, but my third special skill is Bamboo Scale. With a single glance, I can tell how long someone’s penis is when erect. The biggest among Mash, Fang, and Bears is Bears."
"Whoa! Seriously, you’re gonna be silenced!"
He frantically interrupted her.
Shizuka was driven out of the room. Only Mash-kun, Mizuki-chan, and Fam remained.
"Choosing such a special skill in front of your boyfriend…"
Mash-kun was taken aback. Since our bodies have exchanged and don't know how things stand, we decide that the Mizuki inside Mash-kun's body would be called "Mash-kun," and the me inside Mizuki's body would be called "Mizuki-chan." We’d respect the original person's personality and act accordingly—with me acting like Mizuki and Mizuki like me.
"This could work, but one problem. Do we make up separately? Since we don’t know if we can get back to normal."
"…I guess that's the only option, right?"
"Also, even though we’re switched, which one of you is Fam’s master? And what about old man Mash?"
"Fam, who's your master?"
"Don't say such sleepy things. It's you! I will only do it with my master. I'm not sure about this, but I'm watching, so please do it, both of you."
Fam just gestured for us to get on with it.
"Alright. In the meanwhile, I’ll address you as Mash, and you as Mizuki. I'll try to stay in character, but if things get strange, you must tell me right away."
"Got it. Let’s just adapt and see what happens."
It was decided that Fam would be Mizuki's, Mash would be with me, and we’d monitor the progress of changing back.
"Let’s move forward then. Mizuki, a proposition..."
"Mizuki-chan, speak like a girl. And what is it?"
"I'm sorry, but how about we sleep separately tonight?"
Mash-kun spoke.
Mizuki-chan suggested, "Why?"
"What do you mean why? You always get naked in an instant. You know, like Mash, well, me, right?"
To be honest, I was going to take off my clothes, take lewd pictures, and go as far as I could with self-pleasure. Mizuki is shy but takes pictures and videos when she’s naked. That's all I could think about.
Mizuki wanted to enjoy Mizuki's body thoroughly. Mash-kun seemed normal enough, but the real him inside Mizuki was reflected in his actions, becoming odd. If Mizuki really fell for such a guy? Even Fam thought so.
"Fam, do you really like this guy?"
"I do not like this person. I like you, mister."
Fam pointed toward Mizuki.
"As for the room situation... are you really that stupid?"
Mash-kun brought me back to the subject. "I understand. Mizuki-chan can sleep alone tonight. I’ll sleep with Fam."
Mash-kun wrapped Fam in a hug.
"W-what are you doing!"
"What is it? ...You know, right?"
Mash-kun grinned. "Ultimately, the same thing goes in, so why not? But you can't drink, Mizuki, you're underage, remember?"
"Hey! Talk properly! Looks like you've aged."
In the end, I’m just a battered body trying to explore and find my way back to myself.
In the middle of the night, I started stripping. I only had two layers on—a nightgown and underwear beneath. I was just a lewd high schooler. Mizuki took off her gown, revealing her delicate undergarments. The thought sent me into an existential crisis.
Mizuki heard Mash-kun say, "Undress."
Mash-kun embraced me, pressing his body on mine. I knew something was wrong. He didn’t thrust. Instead, he traced his fingers around the outside, sometimes pressing, squeezing, pinching, or flicking it. The faster and more intricate his movements, the more my body responded. The wetter I became, the more I wanted. He nuzzled his face before me and kissed me deeply. His bulky body enclosed me, pressing me against the bed.
"Turn around."
He gripped my back and legs and forced me onto my hands and knees. I clenched my cheeks reflexively, but he gently pressed his manhood against my entrance. "I'll never do that," I pleaded, desperation rising.
His fingers roamed where they shouldn't. I squirmed, but he held me down effortlessly.
"Hasn't this gone on long enough?"
He moved, pressing it inside me. A jolt of pleasure ran through me. He didn’t thrust; instead, he teased my insides, rubbing circles, pressing, then pulling back. A faint tremor shook my body.
He placed himself behind me and grabbed my hand, pressing it to my lower abdomen, forcing me to touch myself. He nudged his erection against my skin. I whimpered. He traced my lips with his fingers and moved his thumb toward my back entrance. He slipped a finger in and wiggled it, sending a jolt through me.
"Like that?"
I could only moan, "Mm..."
His lips grazed my neck, sending further surprises through me. It was overwhelming, but a part of me wanted more. I arched my back, pressing into his body.
"That feeling when it touches drives me mad, always. How’d we end up like this?"
He kept nipping my ear and teasing me relentlessly. The pressure built. I writhed from the sensation, but he held me tight, whispering, "Take it in, deeper. Let it all in, now. Arch your back more. Unlock your gate, Mizuki. Leap over this wall. I know you want it."
He slowly eased in. It was so thick that my breath caught, and my stomach clenched. His slow rhythm forced me to feel every inch. I groaned. He kept his tempo steady, teasing me.
"Let’s relax and try something else. Can I try the other hole, Mizuki?"
"N-no, and that’s mine, hnnng!"
A rush of coldness flooded my back entrance. He’d used water magic.
"Sorry, the adjustment is difficult. I overfilled it."
"Take it ou-out! It’s gonna leak out, don’t, ah, don’t thrust, stop swinging—!"
"Endure it until I ejaculate. Mizuki-chan never leaks, right? You’ll be good, so take two fingers and cork it."
"W-wait, are you really Mizuki? Tell me!"
"You’re Mizuki, aren’t you?"
He thrust deeper and nibbled my earlobes.
"When we switch back, you can be even more rough with Mizuki…"
He whispered those words. I shuddered. The second finger slipped in with ease. He swirled them, pressing into my walls. His thrusts quickened again, a familiar rhythm. The same sensations washed over me. My body responded, quickening its rhythm.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh..."
A moan escaped my lips. Then, the door opened. In walked Fam and Shizuka.
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