Hot Spring Inn: Possession by a Beautiful College Student, Yuki - Part 1

The moment I opened my eyelids, an unfamiliar Japanese-style ceiling flooded my vision. The distinctive, calming scent of cypress, so characteristic of a traditional inn, tickled my nostrils. I didn't feel the familiar grogginess of waking up. Rather, I felt a strange sense of unease due to my body feeling so much lighter than usual. Could it be I drank too much yesterday? No, I don't drink alcohol. Besides, I'm not the type for a hot spring resort anyway.

The moment I tried to slowly get up, I gasped unintentionally at the extreme delicateness of my own hands that entered my vision. Slender fingers, rounded nails. They were undeniably not my hands. In fact, even the fineness of this skin, the slimness of my arms, were different from mine.

My heart suddenly began to pound, and a foul sweat tricked down my back.

"What is this……"

My trembling voice sounded strangely clear. Even that voice wasn't mine.

Unable to bear it any longer, I writhed my body as if crawling towards the nearby dressing table. What was reflected there was an unbelievably beautiful woman. Dewy black hair fell down my back, and my lustrous eyes swayed with anxiety. The translucent white skin depicted perfectly smooth curves.

……This is a joke, right? Because I, I've lived my whole thirty years as a man.

I'm just an ordinary guy, like anyone else. I'm not dissatisfied with my job, but I don't have any passion for it either. I gave up on any life goals long ago and am just a timid soul going through the motions of daily life. I couldn't even tell anyone I was a virgin, and I could barely make eye contact with women. How did I end up like this?

When I touched my chest, I felt a soft swelling there. The feel of pliant, living flesh. I could see a faint cleavage between my breasts. No way, no way could this be happening.

In a panic, I threw open the yukata I was wearing, revealing a scene that was utterly divorced from reality. My reflection in the mirror showed a body that was unmistakably a "woman's" body, completely perfected. It was the body of a woman I would normally never dare to approach, one I could only ever dream of.

I ran my hands all over myself, and in spite of the absurdity, laughter bubbled up.

"Haha, what the hell is this? Am I dreaming? Yeah, it has to be a dream."

My brain refused to process this aberrant reality. This wasn't real. If I just closed my eyes, the familiar ceiling of my usual apartment would be there.

But no matter how many times I shut my eyes and opened them again, the sight before me remained unchanged. The soft feel of the tatami, the stillness of the inn, and this woman's body.

However, deep within my confusion, my cowardly, yet curious side whispered.

It's a dream, right?

If so, doesn't that mean I can do anything? Because this is my dream. It's my world.

"It's a dream, this is definitely a dream," I told myself. I took several deep breaths, trying to escape this situation. But my body felt heavy, and the room in this inn hadn't changed at all since a moment ago.

Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the front of the yukata lying on the tatami. The skin peeking through the thin fabric was completely different from my usual dull complexion. It was white, almost like it was artificial. It was so beautiful it made me a little scared.

Who am I, right now? Where is this inn, and why am I here? I felt the name "Yuki" echoing in the distance inside my head. But there was nothing concrete I knew. Amidst the confusion, only one thing was clear. This body was incredibly attractive.

I reached for my chest again. This time, much more boldly, I felt deep inside. Soft and warm. This was definitely a woman's body. So different from the male body I knew.

"Ugh…"

My reflection in the dressing table let out a sigh. This body was that of a super beauty. My large eyes were slightly moist, and my cheeks had a faint blush. The black hair reaching my waist, unlike my short hair, greatly enhanced a woman's allure. And from my chest, widely exposed by the yukata, I saw breasts of unbelievable volume.

Without hesitation, I clasped those breasts. Soft. Warm. My whole body shivered with a sensation I had never experienced in my life. My male body didn't have such soft flesh. Just hard bones and a little bit of muscle. But this body was different. It was supple and springy. The feeling transmitted through my palms wasn't a dream.

I traced my finger over my nipple, then along the small peak. A tiny gasp escaped me. It was a sound that should have come from my mouth, yet it sounded like it belonged to some distant woman. My cowardly heart rejoiced at this new sensation. After all, experiencing something like this could only happen in a dream. If that's the case, I'll savor it to my heart's content.

I threw open the yukata even further. I looked at my exposed body through the widely parted garment. My white skin was smooth beyond compare, and my slightly plump thighs had a healthy, luscious feel. A woman's body, unlike a man's, with its gently curving waist and rounded hips. Were women's bodies this beautifully curved? Even though it was my own body, it was so perfect I could only stare.

I slowly slid my fingertips downwards. My stomach, my thighs, and then my groin. I felt soft hair, different from a man's, and beyond it, a hot moistness. Just touching it sent a chill through me, then a warm spreading sensation. Ah, so this is a woman's body.

The words "This is a dream, I can do anything" repeated like a mantra in my head. I could no longer hold myself back. My fingertips gently searched for the entrance.

"Ah… my body felt like it was heating up just from that."

Without hesitation, I cupped these two soft mounds in my palms. Squeezing and kneading them with force, a yielding, squishy elasticity I had never felt before responded. It was as if a living mass of flesh was dancing in my hands.

"Hee… ah…" The involuntary sounds that escaped were, as expected, different from any voice I knew. A thin, sweet, feminine voice. That voice tickled my eardrums.

This sensation, this voice, everything was new. Feelings I could never experience with a male body were slowly spreading through me. Just touching it felt good, but kneading it myself accelerated that pleasure tenfold. Something warm welled up from deep within my chest. It was different from simple physical pleasure; it was a deeper, sweet, thrilling sensation.

I lightly pinch and roll the nipple with my fingertips. The hardening reaction sends a shiver through the core of my body. Even as a man, I had nipples, but they weren't places that made my whole body tremble just by touching them like this. This is, unequivocally, a woman's body. I felt my brain click into gear with this new body.

"Ah, this feels… good…"

I can no longer rationally think about what feels good or how. I just find myself wanting more and more of this flesh in my palms, right before my eyes.

This entire warm and soft sensation is subduing my male heart. It's like my feet are sinking into a mire, dragging me down into a deep, sweet impulse.

Slowly, I slide my palm from my chest to my stomach. This body traces completely different curves than a man's. It's smooth, with a waist that narrows, and the line leading down to my crotch connects to an unknown territory, entirely different from my male genitals.

When I was a man, my groin was just something that hung there, nothing more. But this body's crotch is more complex, more demure. And I'm sure it holds the secrets I've always wanted to know.

My hand naturally drifts between my thighs. Beneath the Japanese garment, I could feel a single piece of fabric clinging tightly to my skin. Black panties. The thin material gently cradles the soft swell of my crotch.

Beyond that single layer of fabric lies the "thing" I've always wanted to touch.

With my fingertips, I softly trace that bulge over the panties. It's hot. And I can feel it's already moistening.

Ah, this is no longer a dream. I am inside a real woman's body, a truly exquisite woman's body. My cowardly heart is incredibly excited, yet feels absolutely no guilt.

Without hesitation, I hook my fingers into the black panties covering my hips. The fabric feels like it's already radiating heat just by my touch. Slowly, I pull it down, peeling it away from my skin. After a slight resistance, the fabric slides down to my feet. My yukata, rolled up to my knees, reveals thighs that form perfect curves. My own legs, yet they feel like those of a different creature.

And there, revealed, is the ripened, secret part of a woman I had only ever seen in books. Its slightly darker color, against the whiteness of my skin, emanates an even more sensual presence. Atop the plump mound, a wet, glistening cleft opens as if inviting me.

My male body didn't have a place like this. It only had what hung between my legs. Yet, what is here is so mysterious, so raw.

"No way…" I gasp. Can such a thing truly be a part of my body? With disbelieving eyes, I extend my trembling fingers.

The softness of the fluffy pubic hair. Beyond it, the slick, moist sensation of the mucous membrane. As my fingertips trace the soft folds of flesh, a melting heat slowly transmits after an initial coolness.

A short sound escapes my throat.

My male body had its pleasant spots too. But it wasn't this kind of sensation. The pores of my entire body opened, a tingling, numbing pleasure from deep within my skin. It all started with a single fingertip.

No way…

Could it be that just touching myself there felt this good?

So this is female pleasure. I have now opened that forbidden door.

Hesitation and shame vanished in an instant. All that filled my mind was the pure, unadulterated pleasure my body craved.

I gently press one finger against the cleft, sliding it into the slight opening. The slick mucus grips my finger.

"Ah…"

A single jolt of hot current surges from my crotch through my entire body. A shiver runs down my spine, and an unprecedented pleasure races from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

I instinctively add another finger. With two fingers, I gently, and then a little more firmly, caress the inner depths, widening them.

"Hee, ah, aah…!"

My voice transforms into unintelligible cries. To think such a sweet, pathetic sound could come from my own mouth. It's as if another creature inhabiting this body is letting out a cry of ecstasy.

As my fingers delved deeper and deeper, the heat intensified, lubrication overflowed, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The pleasure this ripe cunt granted me was far too intense, far too easily washing away my reason, my dignity as a man, in an instant.

Lying on my back, I writhed on the futon. My fingers were already devouring that wet, secret place. With each finger I inserted, one by one, warm fluids gushing from within enveloped my fingers. As a man, I never knew the pleasure of being buried in such a warm, soft place.

"Ah, ah, hee, ah…"

My voice had become incredibly cloying and viscous. It was as if someone other than myself was moaning. More than feeling pathetic and ashamed, I felt an inexplicable excitement at being able to produce such a lewd voice.

I pushed my fingers even deeper. The yielding flesh of the walls wrapped around my fingers, and the moment their tips touched the soft protrusion within—

"Hya, ahh!"

A searing, electrifying pleasure shot through my entire body. My back arched like a bow, and my legs thrashed wildly on the sheets. It was a type of pleasure far too intense, unlike anything I had ever felt even when stroking my own penis. My consciousness dissolved into a primal joy, as if my very brain was being shaken.

Deeper, deeper. Faster. This body was screaming for more, more.

Unconsciously, my hips lifted, thrusting upwards as if trying to push into myself. My fingers, no longer under my own volition, were relentlessly rubbing and churning in the same spot.

"Ah, ah! N-no, I… I can't… anymore… eee…"

Even as I said "no," my body spasmed, seeking pleasure. My pride as a man, my rational thoughts, were long gone, cast aside. I could only drown in this unprecedented, overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

My vision warped and distorted. The ceiling before me receded, the room's outline growing hazy. My breathing grew ragged, and with each gasping breath for air, the swell of my chest rose and fell dramatically.

My insides churned violently. An uncontrollable urge, as if something was rising from the deepest part of my being. The moment it reached the crown of my head, the muscles in my entire body stiffened simultaneously.

—Nnn, Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!♡♡♡

It felt like a white light exploded inside my brain.

My whole body's blood boiled, and every single cell trembled with ecstasy. A sensation unlike anything I had ever felt, as if the entire world were melting away. As if plunging headfirst into a deep darkness, yet simultaneously, as if my body were soaring to the ends of the universe. All my senses were honed to their absolute limit, and then, in an instant, everything… was severed.

My consciousness faded. My body trembled with small, rapid spasms, and I felt hot liquid spill thickly from my crotch.

I, now in a woman's body, came.

The conclusion of an unimaginable pleasure, known for the first time.

In my pathetic state, I writhed on the futon, only able to gasp for air through my widely parted mouth.

The tingling pleasure that had coursed through my body slowly receded. I exhaled, a deep, long breath. My limbs felt powerless, as if I had turned into a clay doll. Yet, the heat remaining deep within me throbbed dully. When I touched my crotch with my fingertips, along with the moisture, the sensation of soft, hot, unknown mucous membranes still remained vivid.

In my life up until now, I had never experienced "coming" in a male body. As a virgin, I had never even had the opportunity. Therefore, the pleasure this body bestowed upon me was unknown, and overwhelmingly shocking.

My male body, I think, primarily served as a 'tool.' But is the female body something that 'produces' pleasure by itself? To harbor such honey-like delight within itself. This body, far beyond my imagination, has a delicate and bottomlessly lewd structure.

With a sigh, I exhaled again. My body's trembling still wouldn't stop. Just then, with a garari sound, the room's fusuma (sliding door) opened.

"Oh, my, it's quite lively today, isn't it?"

Startled by the sudden voice, my body jolted. I desperately tried to hide my naked body, currently exposed on the futon, but it was too late. Completely distracted and not at all aware of the outside world, I was lying near the floor where my yukata lay open and my black panties had been discarded.

Standing beyond the fusuma was an unfamiliar man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. His chest, visible through the carelessly opened collar of his shirt, was sparsely haired. While he had a well-formed face, a teasing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

The man's gaze swept past my utterly bewildered face and was drawn to the open neckline of my yukata. Then, it slowly slid downwards, towards my thighs, and finally, to my exposed crotch.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. I instinctively tried to cover my crotch with my hands, but the man chuckled softly, as if amused.

"Oh, is someone else inside today? That's quite rare."

The man spoke in a natural tone, as if he hadn't even noticed me lying there. In fact, he spoke as if he knew I was inside this woman's body.

It took me a few seconds to grasp the meaning of his words. He knows I've taken over this woman's body? What does he mean? Who the hell is he?

"I can't believe I get to enjoy such big, warm breasts. Wow, I'm lucky."

The man narrowed his eyes and gazed lasciviously at my exposed chest. His gaze was like a hunter appraising prey. Never having been exposed to a man's gaze as a woman before, I could only tremble with overwhelming shame and an inexplicable fear.

I was stunned, unable to comprehend the man's sudden appearance or the meaning of his words, and simply stared blankly at the fusuma. My body was still languid from the aftereffects of pleasure, but my mind couldn't catch up with how to handle this situation. Just as I tried to push myself up, desperate to cover my exposed body, a slick sensation ran through my crotch.

"Nngh…!"

It was the man's fingertips. I don't know when he got so close, but his fingers were gently stroking the very spot I had been pleasuring myself just moments before. Every time his fingers touched the still warm and moist folds of flesh, goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

"What's this, you seemed quite engrossed. You're so aroused, you won't be able to put on your yukata at this rate."

The man grinned and smoothly withdrew his finger from my crotch. His eyes held a sharp glint, like a beast that had spotted its prey.

"Ah…"

A pathetic moan escaped my throat. The man's gaze remained fixed on my face, yet the spot his fingertips had touched began to burn with heat. My body remembered the pleasure from before and tensed up involuntarily.

"You don't know, do you? This room, this inn, is a little special."

So saying, the man slowly slid his gaze from my face to my chest, which was nearly fully exposed by the yukata, then to my stomach, and finally to my crotch. It was as if he were seeing through every inch of my body.

"The exceptionally beautiful young ladies who stay in this room, for some reason, have their consciousness taken over by someone else for a single night. Yes, just like you. In the morning, the original girl remembers nothing. So, you don't have to worry."

The man's words flowed as if he were well-practiced. The more I heard, the deeper my confusion grew. My consciousness being taken over? The original girl remembers nothing? What the hell is he talking about?

"You see, I know this, and I wait for rooms like this. Heh heh, thank you for your hard work. Thanks to you, I get to enjoy the finest nights every time."

To my ears, those words sounded like he was saying someone was doing whatever they pleased with this woman's body. Just like me, someone else had possessed this woman's flesh, and then… to this man…

A wave of disgust suddenly washed over me. How could he do such a thing? Even if it's a dream, it's not right for someone else to use this body freely just because the original owner is gone!

I tried desperately to cry out. But all that came out was a pathetic, trembling breath.

The man watches my reaction with apparent amusement.

"She's ended up in quite a fine body, though. Big breasts, smooth skin. And that ecstatic expression is the best, isn't it?"

So saying, the man's gaze drifted back to my crotch.

"Oh, it looks like you're still enjoying the afterglow of entertaining yourself. What a lovely scent. A man can't resist that, can he? In that case, I'll show you true pleasure. In this, the best female body."

The man grinned and took a deep breath, as if inhaling the sweet scent emanating from my body. My rational mind screamed a warning against his lecherous gaze and words that seemed designed to trap me.

However, at the man's mention of "true pleasure," my throat involuntarily made a gulping sound. My skin prickled all over, and my heart pounded. It was as if this body itself had reacted to those words.