"Hm, hm~," she purred, putting on her cardigan in front of the mirror. For some reason, ever since she heard Shimo about to go into the next room, her mood had inexplicably improved.
Before she learned of Shimo's arrival, her mood had vacillated inexplicably between joy and melancholy.
That day, she had shared a drink with Shimo out of longing for Ars's first outburst of anger toward her.
When she learned that morning that she had lost the virginity she was supposed to give to Ars, she was overcome with a chaotic feeling, a sense of uncertainty, a lack of understanding of who she was and where she was. She still vaguely remembered the panic she had felt then. At that moment, her heart had been overwhelmed by the emotions of her first experience: a mixture of sadness, anger, confusion, joy, fear, happiness, and self-loathing. Although the memories were hazy, it seemed that under Shimo's comforting words, she was behaving erratically.
When she calmed down and came to her senses, Ars was already standing before her. When I received his bouquet of apologies, his shy expression and his confession overwhelmed me with those emotions once again.
Because of this chaotic emotional state, even my long-awaited date with Ars after receiving the bouquet was completely joyless.
Before I knew it, night had fallen, and suddenly remembering that I needed to deal with Shimo's sexual desires, I unconsciously headed toward the warehouse where he was.
But when I opened the warehouse door and saw Shimo, a sudden realization prevented me from looking him straight in the eye.
At the same time, I was overwhelmed by chaotic emotions. To get out of there as quickly as possible, I could only ignore Shimo's penis, using my hands to relieve his need, and then hurriedly ran away.
So I spent several days on boring dates and trying to satisfy Shimo's sexual desires, until the Hero Eater, who had defeated Ars twice, appeared before me.
"Hm... Is everything alright?"
The sight of the adventurers injured by the Hero Eater, including Shimo's broken forepaw, plunged me into deep sorrow.
Then, when Ars was injured, I was overcome with shock, as if all hope for life had vanished.
Although Miss Claire's treatment led to Ars's rapid recovery, the all-consuming despair that had gripped him remained.
When the black sphere that had attacked the Hero Eater reappeared, I unconsciously glanced toward Shimo.
But what appeared before us was not his usual quadrupedal, monstrous form, but Shimo in a bipedal, half-human, half-beast form.
When Shimo rushed forward and sliced through the black sphere in front of me, a feeling of relief washed over me.
When Miss Claire mentioned that Shimo seemed to be up to no good, the thought flashed through my mind: "Could it be true?" and I felt uneasy and suspicious of him.
But the moment Shimo rushed to my aid, my doubts vanished, replaced by gratitude, guilt, and... something indescribable.
Then, hearing Shimo's cry for help, I, without even considering my own level, instantly cast a spell against the group of mages.
When I saw Shimo defeat the Hero Eater, my legs involuntarily pulled me toward him.
Although the feeling of bewilderment lingered afterwards, strangely enough, thoughts of Shimo brought a slight calm and a sense of joy.
Why did this happen?
Was it because of Shimo's changed appearance?
Although the transformed Shimo looked more like a bipedal monster than a human, oddly enough, my heart pounded at the sight of this form.
His face and body were clearly a transformation from the original monstrous Shimo, simply made bipedal and slightly frightening.
And yet, confronted with Shimo, who possessed an almost human body despite his terrifying appearance, I felt a strange sense of recognition; a new feeling, one I had never experienced before, was quietly brewing within me.
Those enormous muscles, the likes of which you would never see on an ordinary man, were capable of captivating any woman.
His chest was broad, like a soaring wing, and his shoulders seemed capable of supporting my weight.
His abs were so toned that I longed to touch them.
Thick, muscular legs were barely visible through the gaps in the fabric. Though his ferocious face remained unchanged, the astonishing muscles that had captivated me in his monstrous form transformed into a human body, creating a musculature far superior to any male in Esendia, and involuntarily drew my gaze. When this body was covered by clothing, Shimo's image created a strange illusion—even with his monstrous face, he didn't resemble a ferocious demon, but rather a charismatic masculine figure.
This incredibly masculine body held a strange fascination for me, and, combined with my gratitude to Shimo, my heart inexplicably began to beat faster whenever I thought of him.
Because of this overwhelming emotion, when Shimo, having already used his humanization skills to suppress my sexual desires, asked me to do so, I almost blurted out my consent.
Eh, barely holding it in.
If my mind had been even slightly weakened, I probably would have unconsciously agreed. "...Shouldn't he be up now?" And today, since this morning, I've been incredibly happy that Shimo will be coming into the next room.
Just like the first time Ars asked me out, a feeling of joy overwhelmed me.
Although I didn't quite understand why I was so happy, the thought of the person I'd been waiting for in the next room seemed quite exciting. Overwhelmed by this feeling, I stood in front of the mirror since this morning, trying on different clothes and agonizingly choosing which one looked prettier. Finally, I put on my treasured dress and a cute pink cardigan and glanced at the clock.
Shimo's arrival was approaching...
"Liz, I'm here."
There was a soft knock, and Shimo's voice was heard from outside. Hearing him, I instinctively rushed to the door and opened it.
Then, with a joyful heart, I entered Shimo's room and showed him the various furniture and furnishings.
Although the room was exactly like mine, only facing in different directions, the empty room after the move gave it a unique sense of newness.
After a brief explanation, I noticed Shimo's things on the nightstand: two envelopes and a small bag he always carried when he was still in his monstrous form. Looking at this meager luggage and thinking about the many things I would probably have to buy later, I was pondering what gift to give when I pulled a large box from the envelope—and froze in place.
The large box had inscriptions hinting at its contents.
"XXXL—inhuman size!" "Enjoy unprecedented ferocity!" These words, along with the smaller print next to them, indicated the box's contents. I instinctively opened the box to see what was inside.
On top of the box, full of smaller boxes… lay an unusually large condom, completely unlike anything I'd ever seen.
"This... this... could it be..." I unconsciously picked up the enormous condom and examined it closely.
What was it for?
It was obvious.
A small device used during intercourse to prevent pregnancy and avoid increasing the level of Ether intimacy.
The methods of contraception used by women in this world—more precisely, methods of preventing conception or expelling an implanted fertilized egg from the body—are incredibly varied.
While some methods are quite effective, there are inexpensive magical contraceptive items, various harmless medications, and even mages who can cast spells for self-defense.
And recently, I learned firsthand the effectiveness of magical contraception.
The day after Shimo took my virginity.
From a vague memory of the previous night, I was certain that my egg had been fertilized by Shimo's sperm.
When this vague memory finally took hold, I panicked and began searching for my spellbook and cast the contraceptive spell it contained.
The reason such objects exist, despite the variety and simplicity of contraceptive methods, is their affinity with ether.
In a relationship, when a woman receives a man's sperm and conceives a child, the ether of both partners develops an affinity, and the woman's immune response to that man's ether gradually weakens. Consequently, the likelihood of fertilization by sperm or implantation of a fertilized egg increases even more, while simultaneously creating immunity to the ether of other men—or, more precisely, to sperm carrying the ether of other men—making it more difficult to fertilize them.
It is said that as the bond with Ethel deepens, the female pleasure derived from resonance with Ethel during fertilization of the sperm and egg also becomes more intense.
Of course, ultimately it's a matter of probability, and the intensity of pleasure is said to vary from person to person.
One or two times is no big deal.
But if the relationship lasts a long time, it is said that even fertilization with other men becomes difficult, leading to a significant reduction in the likelihood of pregnancy.
The item I'm holding in my hand now.
This is specifically for those who don't wish to deepen their attachment to Ethel—in other words, for those who cheat on their spouses and have affairs.
It is primarily used in brothels or for extramarital affairs, and sometimes as a shameful instrument for female masturbation for hygiene purposes... but why would Shimo have such a thing in her possession?
Judging by its size, one can only assume Shimo bought it for personal use.
Even though Shimo explained something, it was too difficult to understand what he was saying.
"...Wouldn't having a partner bring more satisfaction? That's why I prepared in advance."
"Partner...?" What did "partner" mean? After acquiring humanization skills, didn't he plan to take care of it himself? Most men probably would have done just that.
At that very moment, when she...
As she thought this, the word "brothel" suddenly escaped Shimo's lips.
Brothel?
That dirty place where only delinquents or people with problems go?
He was going to a place like that?
With that?
Hearing the word "brothel" gave her a strange feeling.
She didn't want Shimo to end up in such a place, but at the same time, she was filled with an inexplicable sense of jealousy.
Why did this feeling arise?
"Although the way Liz satisfied my sexual desires was indeed very pleasant... but a promise is a promise. It's not perfect, but since I've acquired human form, it's the only way." "..." Hearing that he was pleased with the way she satisfied my sexual desires, she felt a strange, itching feeling of joy.
The warmth of his penis in my palm, as well as the thick taste and smell of his semen that I tasted with my tongue and throat—all of it came flooding back to my mind.
At the same time, mixed with a sense of loss, was the inability to experience these feelings anymore, the inability to satisfy my sexual desires. Those same emotions that had been troubling me lately seemed to shake me again.
"Honestly, I'd really like Liz to help me cope with my sexual desires like before... but that's impossible, isn't it? Because Liz has Ars."
Yes.
I have Ars.
From the moment Shimo could no longer move his body freely, this couldn't continue.
After all, I had already committed an unspeakable and grave betrayal against Ars.
This is where it should end. "What a shame." Even if you met any woman in a brothel, none of them would be as attractive as Liz. Making love to these women probably wouldn't compare to even a tenth of the pleasure Liz Beth gives me with her hands and mouth."
Why? When Shimo says I'm attractive, a strange joy fills me. But even if he says so, I can't do anything for him. I can no longer satisfy Shimo's sexual desires.
"But with a body like this, I feel wasteful satisfying it with just my hands and mouth..."
Yes. That would be a waste of money. That's why I bought so many of these things. "...How about this? If you agree, Liz, how about trying to take my sexual desires a step further?" "...A step further..."
I unconsciously repeated Shimo's words. A powerful, indescribable pulsing feeling seemed to resonate deep within her heart.
"Hmm. You must know what it means to 'go further'... This time, the condition is this: Liz can stop at any time. So you can stop at any time, right?"
Any time. For some reason, this phrase sounded so sweet. My heart was pounding, and my body, enveloped in a chaos of emotions, was spinning.
"Since I can stop myself, then the preliminary experience will help me when I make love to Ars later, right? And... if I use a condom, won't something terrible happen?"
Yes. I can stop at any time, and there are so many ways to prevent "something terrible." Using this... just a little, just a tiny bit, should be fine, right?
"Liz, you're not completely devoid of that desire, are you? With a condom, you can satisfy that desire without any risk, right?"
My desire.
The desire I felt from the first glance at Shimo's huge, ferocious penis, and the desire that intensified after that ferocious penis took my virginity.
This insatiable desire, this can quench it. Every time Shimo's large hand caressed my shoulder, my body temperature rose, as if I were on fire.
"I originally planned to go to a brothel tonight to broaden my horizons... but I'll change my plans a little."
"If you're ready to accept my offer... come to my room after dinner. If you don't come, consider it a refusal. But if you do come..."
Shimo's hand unconsciously caressed my buttocks and inner thighs. For some reason, I couldn't resist the touch of that hand.
Then Shimo grabbed my hand and pressed it to his. He whispered in my ear, "Use this to satisfy your desires." Hearing that gentle whisper, imagining the image of that enormous cock fulfilling my desires, I involuntarily reached a mild orgasm.
After that, I remember little. The chaotic sensation that once again engulfed my body made me dizzy and disoriented; I couldn't understand who I was or where I was.
I don't remember leaving my room and going to a lingerie store to choose panties. Then I went into the women's clothing section and bought a slightly sheer, soft, and quite sexy nightgown.
Returning to my room, I sat on my bed and became completely lost in thought.
That evening, although I saw Ars, I was so focused on Shimo, sitting next to me, that I couldn't hear a word of what they were saying.
I couldn't even taste the food I was eating. ate.
After that,
After the three of us had dinner, when we returned to my room, Shimo suddenly pulled me aside and whispered in my ear,
"I'll wait for you. Think carefully."
Hearing these words, my already restless mind jolted. Yes, now I had to make a choice. I shook my head, feeling dizzy, and sat down on the bed, beginning to ponder.
What should I do?
If I refused, I wouldn't have to feel guilty about Ars anymore, and we could return to our previous relationship.
While it would be a little awkward with Shimo, it was a choice that would allow me to avoid betraying my lover while maintaining my friendship with Shimo.
It was an obvious choice.
But for some reason, it wasn't easy for me to make this choice.
If I refused, Shimo would probably go to a brothel.
For some reason, I felt a strong revulsion towards this.
Even though we weren't lovers, a strange jealousy arose within me, as if... Shimo had been taken away.
During this time, I had countless times touched Shimo's enormous, ferocious penis, the one who had taken my virginity, and taken it into my mouth to satisfy my sexual desires.
This penis now seemed right before my eyes, tempting me.
Recalling its shape and size, I smelled its strong scent, a mixture of wildness and masculinity.
A thirst, similar to that experienced by a person who hasn't drunk water for several days, drove me crazy.
Gulping it all down, as if pouring water out of a refrigerator, I remembered the condom I found in Shimo's room.
This is exactly what the couple who had committed extramarital affairs used to avoid leaving any evidence.
That's true.
It won't leave any traces.
So... if I use this to hide it from Ars, even if I have sex with Shimo... it should be fine, right?
Thinking about it, I unconsciously finished my shower and stepped out.
For some reason, while showering, I seemed to wash my body more thoroughly than usual.
Then... in the slightly sexy "Victory" underwear I bought that day (quite expensive underwear) and a nightgown that slightly revealed my skin tone, I paced back and forth across the room.
What should I do... is this really fine?
Will Ars find out about this?
I don't think Shimo will tell Ars about this.
But what if Ars suddenly visits this place and witnesses this scene?
...Why?
Remembering that scene sent a slight chill down the back of my neck.
What is this feeling?
Confusion.
Dizziness.
What should I do? Overcome by these emotions, I unconsciously donned the mage's cloak I always wore and stood before Shimo's door, hood up.
If I knocked on that door, I felt there was no turning back. My mind gripped me, as if screaming that I had to go back right now.
But... for some reason, Shimo's masculine body before me, that enormous penis, the scent emanating from it... seemed to tempt me.
I can stop.
Yes.
Shimo gave me the opportunity to stop at any moment. Just a little... just a little... to satisfy my desires, to savor the pleasure that ferocious penis provides...
And then... "Aars... forgive me... just a little... let me enjoy it a little longer... and then I'll stop..." And so, I knocked on the door.