"Absolutely. I'm never going back to how it was."
Kamura Arisa had been invited to the home of her classmate, Tachibana Makoto. She responded with an embarrassed smile to the family's teasing about Makoto bringing a girl home and was welcomed inside. Makoto, with a blank expression, pushed Arisa unceremoniously down onto his bed.
Kamura Arisa was a girl with dyed brown hair. She wore a black-and-white dress that stood out; some of the boys said she looked like a princess.
The reason she wasn't considered princess-like was entirely due to her personality. She had a permanent frown etched between her eyebrows. She was quiet and sullen and pretended to be indifferent. Countless boys sighed, "If only her personality were better..."
On the other hand, Tachibana Makoto was known as an honest boy. He was a kind boy. He was average in both academics and athletics, and his compliments, which sometimes sounded like flattery, were his only notable trait.
Yet, this boy was now looking down at Arisa with cold eyes, pinning her to the bed.
He pressed his forehead against hers and looked down at her.
"Tachibana, it's messed up, right? At my house, Mom is always angry, and she brags about which man paid her well or how she stole a guy from someone else. It's stuff I never want to hear. You know about that, don't you?"
"But this house is different," Makoto continued.
"Why is it so warm in your house? They get excited or worried over every little test score. It's like they're just using your grades as an excuse to eat out. Your older sister is kind, and you don't have a noisy little sister like I do." Hey, Tachibana. I've fallen in love with this house."
"I'm not going back, and I'm not giving it back. This house and this body are mine now. Everything is mine now."
'Understand? Do you understand?" Makoto said, rubbing salt in the wound as he stroked Arisa's body.
"That's troubling. It's troubling for me, too, and for your mother at home, Miss Komura."
She's not my mother," Arisa whispered.
"Seeing your mom, I understood. A normal mom wouldn't think about making her daughter attract clients. Through this body, I finally understand what it feels like to be loved. The things you've taken for granted—I know how precious they are. Someone who truly understands their value will make proper use of them in your place."
"But..."
"Hey, are you going to resist?"
Slowly, he slid his leg between hers, his voice low.
"Well, I guess that's natural. No one would want to go back to a miserable home."
"Miss Komura—"
"I'm Tachibana Makoto now. No matter who! No matter how you look at it. I am the child of this house!"
Makoto triumphantly declared.
"If you still insist on resisting... I'll make your body understand."
Her skirt was pushed up. A slap landed on her cheek as she tried to escape, stunning her.
Then, Makoto pulled down her panties and buried his face between her legs. Wet, slurping sounds filled the air.
"Your house was stocked with shampoo and soap like a love hotel, right? Seriously, that's the only thing they'd spend money on. Oh, don't worry. I'm still a virgin."
As he spoke, Makoto meticulously licked Arisa's smooth, bare vulva. He narrowed his eyes, watching Arisa's reaction. She desperately tried to stifle her moans to avoid being heard by the family.
"You're getting wet, so I'm going to put it in."
"That's—"
"Too bad. Time's up."
Makoto grabbed Arisa's clothes and spoke triumphantly.
"Next time, I'll introduce you properly as my girlfriend. So wait until then, okay? Then you can at least stay connected to the family."
"So, depending on your mood, I might not be able to see them anymore?"
"Maybe. But it's strange for an outsider to get along with someone else's family."
He quickly stripped her of her clothes, licking her breasts and face with a sly grin. Then, as he removed her skirt, he began fiddling with the clasp of his pants, making clicking sounds.
"This is how it is. If you don't offer your body, men will immediately move on to other women. That's what Mom always said."
"My mom doesn't say things like that."
"I know. That's why I'm going to become this household's child."
Ultimately, it was all about desire—wanting to have sex and wanting to gain the upper hand in the relationship. Sensing these calculations, the real Makoto and Arisa eventually relaxed. The real Arisa surged into that intimate space.
The two became one. A too-young boy and girl entangled themselves lewdly on the bed. Her moist entrance aided the gradual intrusion of his penis. The original boy, unaware of his true masculinity, became the woman, while the original girl, unaware of her true femininity, attempted to fulfill the role of the man.