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Chapter 123 - Mash and Mizuki

I should have been sitting seiza-style, but before I knew it, Famu was supporting me. In front of my eyes, Shizuka was made to sit seiza, along with some unfamiliar old man. His legs must have gone numb, because he was leaning forward with his hands on the floor, his face out of sight.

"Who the hell are you?"

My throat felt off. A high-pitched, feminine voice came out. The old man looked up. It was a face I knew well, but I couldn't recall who it was. He seemed shocked to see me, too.

"Me?"

The voice sounded familiar.

"You're... me?"

What an idiotic thing to say. But the me from moments ago had been forced into seiza just like this old man.

"Master is Mizuki, and Mizuki is Master...?"

Famu gasped. She was spouting nonsense too. Come to think of it, the one Famu had been holding was supposed to be Mizuki. I noticed a swell on my chest. I touched it. Soft. I squeezed. A definite, satisfying give. It felt good. Along with the smooth texture, an indescribable pleasure welled up.

"Th-this exquisite feel. No doubt about it. Mizuki's breasts. Ahh..."

Was it the kneading that felt good, or being kneaded? A weird noise slipped out. Shizuka pulled out a compact mirror and handed it to me. I peered in.

"It's Mizuki... I've become Mizuki."

Which meant the old man in front of me was really me.

"No way, you're Mizuki?"

I passed the compact to the old man. He stared intently at his own face.

"I've become Mash..."

The old man touched his crotch in surprise. Then he puffed it up a bit. It was seriously creepy; I wished he'd stop. Shizuka watched our confusion, puffing out her chest proudly.

"My special skill, Scales of Love, swaps the minds of two people who truly love each other. I was shocked that you two actually do!"

"From that condom storm earlier to this, you really don't have any decent special skills!"

"Eek, that's harsh! Fine, since you said that, I'll spill: my third special skill is Bamboo Scale. One look, and I can tell how big a guy's dick gets when it's hard. Among Mash, Fang, and Beers, the biggest is Beers."

"Hey! You gonna shut up or what?!"

I hurriedly cut her off.

I chased Shizuka out of the room. Now it was just me, Mizuki, and Famu.

"Who picks a special skill like that in front of their boyfriend...?"

Even Mash-kun was horrified. With our bodies swapped and everything in chaos, we decided to call the Mizuki in my body "Mash-kun"

and the me in Mizuki's body "Mizuki-chan."

To respect each other's original personalities, I'd act like Mizuki, and she'd act like me.

"Will we switch back?"

"Who knows... But if we ask her to use the skill one more time, maybe we'll revert?"

Damn it, I'd sent her out before asking the important stuff.

"I've got a suggestion..."

"Mizuki-chan, talk more like a girl. So, what?"

Mash-kun said.

"Sorry. How about we all sleep in separate rooms tonight?"

It was Mizuki-chan—meaning me—who made the proposal.

"What do you plan to do alone?"

"What do you think? You know, old m—er, Mizuki, no, Mash-kun, you get it, right?"

Obviously, I'd strip naked, take photos, and indulge in masturbation to my heart's content. Mizuki would reluctantly let me snap nudes or videos out of shyness, but that was that. Tonight, I wanted to thoroughly enjoy Mizuki's body. Still, the more I looked at Mash-kun, the more he just seemed like an ordinary old man. Sure, inside was Mizuki, so no helping it, but it was creepy seeing an old guy imitating her. Had Mizuki really fallen for a guy like this? Famu, standing there stunned, was proof enough.

"Famu, you really like a guy like this?"

"The one I like isn't him. It's you."

Famu pointed at Mizuki-chan.

"About the rooms... are you really that stupid?"

Mash-kun steered the conversation back. After thinking for a bit, he tilted his head.

"Fine. Mizuki-chan, you sleep alone tonight. I'll sleep with Famu."

Mash-kun tried to pull Famu close by the shoulder.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!"

"What do you think...? You get it, right, Mizuki-chan?"

Mash-kun grinned.

"N-no way! I won't allow it, Mash-kun!"

"In the end, it's the same thing going in, so what's the difference?"

Mash-kun countered.

"Master, I don't want to either."

Famu sided with Mizuki-chan.

"Famu, by the way, which one's your master?"

"Don't say silly things. It's you! I won't do it with anyone but Master. I can't make sense of a lot of this, but I'll watch, so you two go ahead."

Famu looked at Mizuki-chan as she said it. Come to think of it, she'd noticed the swap between me and Mizuki instantly. What kind of intuition did she have?

"You say 'you two,' but I'm resistant to being embraced by some old man."

"Master, that's the usual sight!"

"..."

Mash-kun and Mizuki-chan exchanged glances.

"Alright, Mizuki-chan, strip."

Mash-kun seemed resolved. No, he was already excited. He was fully erect, leaning forward to hide it. So that's how it looked from Mizuki's perspective. Pathetic. But Mizuki-chan's throat bobbed. She shook her head in a panic.

"N-no. It's embarrassing."

"What are you saying, Mizuki-chan? You always strip right away!"

"...Mash-kun's stare is bothering me!"

"Want me to help you undress?"

"Urgh... It's a rare chance, so I want to do it myself."

What had gotten into Mash-kun? He was being so aggressive. Normally, he was passive, saying things like "be rough with me."

Both Mash-kun and Mizuki-chan were acting off. For some reason, I couldn't look away from Mash-kun's crotch. Maybe our linked thoughts were drawing us together. As Mizuki-chan started to undress, Famu held out her hand.

"Master, lend me your smartphone. And your panties after you take them off. We can swap with mine wearing Lady Laciel's afterward."

"..."

As I reached for the smartphone and opened Storage, unfamiliar items appeared. This wasn't my Storage—it was Mizuki's. There were three small wine barrels. She'd probably bought them from Aidan on the sly without me knowing.

"Mash-kun?"

"S-so what? I'm an adult now. I'll drink after enjoying Mizuki-chan's body. Then hug you again. But Mizuki-chan, no drinking for you. You're still a kid."

Mash-kun was talking like a total old man.

"I'll warn you, Mash-kun isn't great with alcohol, so go easy. And your speech is creepy."

It didn't sit right, but since Mash-kun was an old man, drinking was fine in the original world. I took out one small barrel and handed it to him.

"Mash-kun, just one sip for me too."

"Got it. Later."

Mash-kun and Famu nodded at each other.

Undressing was just two layers: a nightgown onesie and underwear beneath. The onesie was soft fabric. Better than my usual T-shirt and undies, but I'd been in this in front of Fang and Beers earlier. What a shameless high school girl. Mizuki-chan slipped off the onesie, left in just her underwear. Seeing two perfect bowl-shaped breasts attached to my chest felt surreal. And the little ribbon on her white panties made my heart flutter for some reason. Mash-kun was watching. Famu aimed her camera. Just from that, I felt myself getting excited. She took off her underwear. Her crotch was wet; a clear stain of love juices on the fabric.

"It's pulling strings. So lewd, Mizuki-chan."

My face heated up at Mash-kun's words. Down there twitched. Famu reached out, but I hesitated to hand over the stained panties out of embarrassment. Mash-kun snatched them and passed them to her.

"No, I don't want to. I don't want sex. Forgive me, Mash-kun."

"Even when Mizuki said stop back then, Mash didn't."

Mash-kun touched Mizuki-chan's breasts. Squeezed hard.

"Ahhn!"

An unbelievable moan escaped me. Mash-kun grinned at the reaction. Was the one inside Mash-kun really Mizuki? He pinched her nipple. Then kneaded it.

"Nn, ngh..."

Pleasure surged up.

"Feeling horny now, Mizuki-chan? Can't hold back, right? What'll you do?"

"...Fine. But no kissing or blowjobs."

Mash-kun nodded at Mizuki-chan's words.

"Then, to the bed. Mizuki-chan."

He sat Mizuki-chan on the bed. Circling behind, he pressed his body against hers. His erection poked at the boundary of her back and butt. From behind, his hand slid to her crotch. When it touched her clit, her body jolted.

"Ah!"

I couldn't suppress the voice. He teased the clit meticulously, over and over. Stroking with fingers, pressing, rubbing between them, pinching and rolling. Each time, her body reacted, moans leaking out. That voice excited Mizuki-chan even more. This body seemed attuned to his fingers. Waves of pleasure crashed repeatedly. Before I knew it, a finger had slipped inside her vagina. Rubbed from within. That motion awakened dormant pleasure deep inside, building toward climax. My moans and the wet schlick, schlick of her juices echoed in the room. The fingers inside became two, movements intensifying. The friction on her inner walls and the pressure deep inside sapped her strength; she leaned back against Mash-kun. The fingers stopped, withdrawing from her vagina. Slick with juices, they were pushed into her mouth.

"Mizuki-chan, you're soaked. All sticky."

The fingers rubbed against her tongue. Mizuki-chan sucked on them, licking off her own juices. He removed them and turned her face sideways. From behind, Mash-kun stole her lips.

"Ngh, mmph...!"

She twisted in resistance, but he pinned her arms from behind and gripped her breasts hard. His tongue invaded, lapping at her mouth. The pleasure drained her strength. Before long, she was actively entwining tongues, seeking the kiss herself. He pulled back, tongues still out, saliva trailing long. Mash-kun shifted, looming over her.

"I said no kissing... Mash-kun... you really are Mizuki, right?"

Mash-kun didn't answer, just smiled faintly. A cold gaze. It made me uneasy, like the man before me thought only of satisfying his desires. He gripped his erect penis. I'd thought it small, but now it looked huge, grotesque. That was going inside my body. I wanted to push Mash-kun away and flee. But her body craved him; resistance faded. Even trying to close her legs failed. The penis pressed against her vulva. It sealed her entrance tight. I wanted to escape the gross thing, but her vagina spasmed, clenching and relaxing like it eagerly awaited to take it in.

"I'm putting it in."

"W-wait!"

The penis spread her entrance, sliding into her vagina. A foreign invader's horrific sensation filled her belly, unlike fingers. Forgetting the anticipation, she instinctively clenched.

"Mash-kun, please, wait a bit!"

"No matter how tight, the head's already in. Just accept it."

Mash-kun thrust his hips. The tip-deep penis plunged all the way.

"Ahh!"

Pierced by the penis, an immense pleasure speared through her too. It filled her vagina, stretching further. Desperate to escape the uncontrollable bliss, she clenched her vagina and clung to him, nails digging in. Mash-kun ignored her turmoil, drawing back slightly before thrusting again.

"Ah, M-Mash... ah."

She wanted a pause to calm down, but he mercilessly hammered her hips. Rhythmic, over and over.

"It feels too good, ahn, my head's going crazy. Please, wait, a bit, ahn."

Despite her pleas, he didn't stop. Each thrust hit slightly different spots. When her body reacted strongly, he targeted there intensely. Her breasts roughly kneaded, the penis mercilessly pounded. Before long, her hips moved in sync with his rhythm. This body, spiraling out of control. Endless pleasure, climbing without limit. His face neared. She wrapped arms around his neck, pulling him in, seeking lips. Tongues entwined. Saliva poured in; she swallowed it. Lips parted. He gazed with longing. She knew he was close.

"Mizuki-chan."

"Mash-kun."

Calling names, she twisted her hips, urging him. He responded with fierce thrusts.

"Ahn, ahn, ahn, ah, a, a, a..."

She grew accustomed to her moans. No need to hold back or feel shame. She surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Then, he drew back far, slamming deepest. She locked legs around him, accepting. Deep in her belly, his penis throbbed. She felt semen erupting inside.

"Aaahhh!"

She hadn't realized she'd cried out so loud. Her mind went blank. The penis pulsed repeatedly in her vagina, each time flooding her depths with semen until it overflowed.

"Haa... haa... felt good..."

Mash-kun pecked kisses. Responding, he collapsed atop her, relaxing fully.

After a while, Mash-kun rose. The penis slipped from her vagina. Even without looking, he was still just an old man.

"You're really Mizuki, right?"

"I'm Mash. You're Mizuki, aren't you?"

He dodged the question. An inexplicable unease crept in. Mizuki-chan was losing certainty that she was Mash. From birth, this body felt like hers; she was starting to think she was Mizuki. But she couldn't access Mizuki's memories up to now. That darkness swallowed her thoughts. Yet being in Mizuki's body felt good.

"I... want to stay in this body forever..."

The words slipped out.

"Sorry to interrupt your afterglow, Mizuki-chan, but get the marker from Storage."

As Mash-kun instructed, I took out the marker and wrote "Mash Exclusive"

on Mizuki-chan's groin, adding "1"

beside it.

"Mine, so no one else, got it, Mizuki-chan?"

"Y-yeah..."

He grinned at her reply. Rising, he pressed his penis to Mizuki-chan's mouth.

"Now clean it, Mizuki-chan."

Before I knew it, she was sucking it herself.

"I took an aphrodisiac. Won't let you sleep tonight, Mizuki-chan."

He stroked her head. It felt so good.

Morning came. Last night, we'd devoured each other's bodies endlessly. I didn't remember falling asleep. Her body ached. Sitting up, an old man slept beside. I checked my body: the breasts were still there. Still swapped. Kneading them soothed me immensely. The room was bright; the sun had been up for hours. Famu was gone—probably getting breakfast. My crotch itched; I touched it with fingers. The swollen clit from last night had receded. At her entrance, mixed semen and juices dripped out. As I pondered, suddenly the fluid was scooped onto a finger and pushed into my butt.

"Ahh!"

Turning, Mash-kun smiled. He'd woken too. Pushed into all fours, he inserted from behind. A slight pain in her vagina.

"Your fault my dick hurts a bit, Mizuki-chan..."

"Ah, me too..."

Overdid it last night; friction stung. But the greater pleasure wouldn't let us stop. The finger in her ass roughly stirred. That felt good too.

"Can I be the first in this hole?"

"N-no! Ngh, this is mine too, hyah!"

Her ass filled with cold. Mash-kun had used Water Magic to pour water in.

"Sorry, hard to control, went overboard."

"I-it's coming out! Gonna leak, ah, a, no, don't thrust, aha, don't move your fingers!"

"Hold it till I cum. You're not the type to leak, right, Mizuki-chan?"

"E-even if you say that, ahn!"

"Then relax; I'll plug it with two fingers."

"W-wait, Mash-kun, are you really Mizuki—answer!"

"Mizuki's you, isn't she?"

He slammed hips. Then whispered in my ear.

"Once we're back, I can be rougher with Mizuki..."

He bit her earlobe. She'd clenched her ass tight, but the second finger slid in smoothly. It wriggled, churning the water and folds. Thrust after thrust, last night's pleasure revived. Climbing endlessly again.

"Ahn, ahn, ahn—..."

Sweet sounds leaked from her mouth. Then the door opened. In came Famu and Shizuka.