A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 9: First Sexual Contact ☆

Chapter 9: First Sexual Contact ☆

Objectively, this might be the best situation, but for me, it’s the worst.

Even if I’m on the bottom, accidentally pressing against a woman and feeling her chest would be a police matter in reality.

Once, I accidentally touched a female classmate’s chest, and she cried from shock. The looks from everyone around are still a trauma in my heart.

I want to pull away quickly, but Yukari-san isn’t moving. Is she frozen from the shock of touching me? If so, I can’t move either.

For about ten seconds, we stay silent and still, but my focus is growing on the feeling of her chest’s swell through her apron against my stomach.

Physical closeness with a woman is, of course, a first since childhood. Even through her bra and clothes, I can’t help but feel the softness.

I mustn’t get erect, but despite that thought, my dick hardens rapidly, pressing slightly into her stomach.

“Ah,” she says, looking away. Cruelly, she’s noticed my erection.

My mind scrambles for excuses or apologies. She, flustered, asks me.

“C-could this be… y-your, uh, penis, g-getting bigger…?”

Her red-faced words leave me speechless. Saying her soft breasts made me erect would be harassment on top of harassment.

But Yukari-san stares at my dick through my clothes. After about five seconds, she pulls away and kneels in seiza, her face still red.

“…I-I’m so sorry! I-I’ve only seen a penis as a kid, my father’s… I’ve never seen one, uh, hard in person…”

Hearing she’s barely seen a man’s dick, all I register is erotic information.

“A-and, I heard it gets big… from s-sexual excitement… so I thought, maybe… s-sorry…”

She’s not teasing, her red face seeking an answer. My brain’s so fried I can’t find a right response.

I decide to be blunt.

“Um… Y-Yukari-san, we were so close… my heart raced, and… it happened… I-I’m sorry…”

Having said it, I wait for her reaction. It’s terrifying, like waiting for a demon or snake, but I don’t have the guts to lie.

“D-don’t apologize! I-I’m the one saying problematic things, Shun-sama, you’re not at fault! I-it’s a physiological reaction…”

She says this, still staring at my lower half. I thought the conversation would end there.

But it doesn’t. She continues, sharing her knowledge.

“Um, from what I heard… it doesn’t just, uh, go soft with time, right…?”

Her question is hard to answer. Honestly, it’s true in some cases, but morning wood isn’t, so it’s neither here nor there.

As I think, she speaks with resolve.

“…I-I heard from a friend, if you stimulate it and, uh, r-release semen, it goes back to normal… so…”

Hearing “semen” from her excites me more, hardening my foolish dick further. I’m almost touched that women talk about this among themselves.

“…Um, with my body… making your penis excited… c-could I see it… it’s my fault, so calming it is my duty, or something I should do…”

Her provocative words make my head spin. She pauses, then continues, as if resigned.

“I-I’m so sorry! Honestly… I can’t stop thinking about your penis, Shun-sama… I know it’s wrong, but… uuu…”

Yukari-san, speaking with her head down, is adorable and erotic. Her words sound like something from an AV or ero manga.

Even if it’s all an act, I can’t tell. If it is, I’m done for, but I have no way to avoid it. So, I let myself go with the flow.

Resolved, I loosen my pants’ elastic and pull them down with my underwear. My freed dick, harder than ever, throbs painfully upward. Exposing it before a beautiful woman heightens my excitement.

If she changed her expression and said, “This guy actually showed it! What an idiot!” I’d never recover. That fear lingers in my mind.

But she gazes with an entranced expression. That alone could be fap material.

“…! Th-this is a real dick… it smells good…”

She switches from “penis” to the vulgar “dick.” Sniffing it, her breath hits my dick, making it twitch. She looks even more satisfied.

So far, things are going the opposite of my worst fears. I’m bewildered, but my sexual excitement knows no bounds.

“…Th-thank you… letting me see such a splendid dick…”

Her gratitude feels too obscene. She smoothly reaches out, touching the shaft.

She touches without warning, making my dick jump with a twitch. Surprised, she pulls back, looking at my face.

“S-sorry!”

Her flustered tone shifts to concern.

“I-I couldn’t hold back after smelling it, doing something selfish… d-does it hurt?”

Her words accelerate my heartbeat, and her touch feels incredible.

Writhing from the electric pleasure, I manage, “I-it’s fine.”

It doesn’t hurt— it feels so good it’s like it’s meant for ejaculation.

“A-ah, thank you… s-sorry, I… b-but…”

Anxiously, she starts stroking the shaft with both hands’ fingers. Realizing I’m not resisting, she moves clumsily but firmly.

“Ugh, haa…”

My voice leaks out. Her touch is far better than my own hand, her slender fingers endlessly exciting.

“S-so amazing, I’m doing this… and it doesn’t hurt…”

Yukari-san grips with her palm, strokes with her fingers, handling my dick. Though inexperienced, she treats it with clear care.

It’s insanely erotic. Unrealistic, but the sensation on my dick is undeniable.

“…Ah, ha… really…”

But suddenly, she stops and stares at my dick again.

Feeling close to ejaculation, I’d been holding back, but she seems to be thinking. After ten seconds of silence, she speaks.

“…Sh-Shun-sama, I know it’s rude, but… I can’t hold back with just the smell…”

Shouting desperately, she brings her small lips to my lower half, making contact with my dick. As shock hits my heart, my dick is sucked into her mouth.

I’ve used many onaholes, but they all feel cheap compared to her mouth’s interior. Her tongue hits the underside, her saliva’s slipperiness delivering overwhelming stimulation.

Above all, the fact that my dick is in a woman’s mouth breaks my excitement’s limits in an instant.

“Uwaa! I-I’m gonna… ugh, n-no!”

Before I can warn her, I ejaculate, byurubyuru, a massive, unstoppable release.

Yukari-san doesn’t pull away, keeping my dick in her mouth. I keep pouring semen into her.

Byururu, the sound of thick white fluid gushing. It’s a lewd act you shouldn’t do lightly even with a lover, but she accepts it, and I can’t pull out.

“Nn, nnn! Fu, nmuu…”

I only think of her state much later, after the endless-feeling ejaculation ends and I collapse to my knees.

My dick slips from her mouth, her lips stained white in my view. Without spitting, Yukari-san slowly chews and swallows the semen.

She’s naturally drinking my semen, showing no sign of spitting it out. Her drinking, like savoring fine wine, seems filled with genuine joy, not an act.

“Haaa…”

For a while, Yukari-san stays in an erotic daze, but after swallowing all the semen, her expression calms.

“Nn… ah, aaah…”

Turning to me, she seems to hold her head, a hint of despair in her expression.

“…I-I’m so sorry, Shun-sama… I acted so selfishly toward you…”

Her tone is dark, almost like bidding farewell to family.

“…A housekeeper dealing with men is told to avoid forceful approaches… but Kaori-sama said, ‘You can interact freely,’ treating me like family…”

Mother doesn’t restrict Yukari-san, which might be rare in this world.

“…But demanding to see your penis was unforgivable… so, if you wish, I’ll accept any punishment or compensation…”

Her face shifts from lustful to resolute.

But I don’t want that. I got carried away by the eroticism, but I’d never demand punishment. I don’t want her to suffer because of me.

“…I-I got aroused and pulled my pants down myself… I don’t think you forced me at all…!”

Her face shows slight surprise at my words.

“S-so… don’t feel bad… I felt good, too… please don’t talk about punishment or apologizing…”

I felt good alone, but I keep talking without making that distinction.

“A-and if your contract with Mother doesn’t ban sexual acts… then I want you to stay in this house…”

If neither I nor Yukari-san say anything, Mother and Yuki won’t know. It’s a secret, but it’s necessary, and I can’t let Yukari-san leave because of me.

Hearing this, Yukari-san stares at me, sobbing. Is it guilt for betraying her employer or gratitude for being forgiven? I can’t tell.

I can’t hug her like that, only watching her cry.

Yukari-san says, “…P-please rest in your room this afternoon…” and heads to her room.

“D-don’t talk about quitting… please, keep working here…!”

My desperate plea makes her smile through tears, bowing before disappearing down the hall.

I don’t want her to talk about quitting, and if she does, I’ll stop her. With that small resolve, I return to my room, exhausted from the ordeal and wanting to lie down.

I’m anxious about how Yukari-san will act at dinner or if she’ll say something, so I can’t fall into a deep sleep.

Around 7 PM, I go to the living room, where dinner preparations are underway. Mother and Yuki are back, relaxing.

Yukari-san, acting normal, sets the dinner plates but seems to stiffen slightly when she notices me, then resumes work.

She sets plates for four, so we’re all eating together today. That means she hasn’t been scolded by Mother.

Once ready, we all sit and eat. The atmosphere feels the same, so I’m a bit relieved. Mother and Yuki don’t object to eating with all four.

After dinner, Yuki returns to her room. As I consider doing the same, Mother speaks.

“Shun-kun, tomorrow’s the entrance ceremony, so let’s leave around 9? It’s just homeroom after, so it’ll end around noon. I’ll likely have a PTA meeting, so we can go home together.”

I try to recall if parents attended my real-world entrance ceremony, but I can’t remember.

“During homeroom, it’s good to find potential friends. You’ve been a bit shy lately, so I’m worried, but if a girl talks to you, respond properly, okay?”

Mother doesn’t seem to mind me talking to girls. Of course, she wouldn’t let me attend a co-ed school otherwise, so it’s probably normal.

“I want you to avoid bad kids… but if you click or feel drawn to someone, it’s fine to befriend girls. As long as you’re okay with them and they seem trustworthy, I think it’s fine… right?”

She smiles at Yukari-san, who’s clearing the table. Yukari-san jumps with a twitch, then looks at Mother and nods slowly.

It’s too fast. They definitely know.

Thinking this, I glance between their faces.