"Eh...?"
She'd been so stunned by the Stalker's monstrous strength that she hadn't even realized she'd been scooped up in a princess carry.
The way it acted so naturally left her too flustered to even protest.
'The outdoor unit...? It fits my butt perfectly...?'
She must have wiped off the dust earlier, rubbing it smooth.
At some point, the AC unit had been dented to perfectly match the shape of her ass.
'Just how obsessed is that pervert with fucking me?'
The fear from the Stalker's freakish strength that had crushed the metal in an instant faded for a moment, replaced by bewilderment at just how much it must have groped her to shape it so precisely.
It was like the shock of something bursting out that turned out to be just a cute puppy—absurd enough to neutralize the terror bubbling in her chest.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Now, show me.)
"Eek..."
Perched on the outdoor unit, she hesitated, hand hovering uncertainly.
It wasn't like she'd steeled herself for this. Being suddenly told to do it, right after princess carry got added to her list of humiliations, made her even less confident.
And besides...
'It definitely wasn't this intense when we first met...?'
The thought slipped into her mind unbidden. The Stalker's gaze had grown relentlessly obsessive.
The first time they'd met, it had been a chilling predator's stare, laced with raw lust.
Now, it felt like chains binding her with its eyes alone, a obsessive hunger vowing never to let her slip away even for a second.
It was... hard to put into words, but somehow even more terrifying than before.
"D-Did I do something...?"
Wrong?
She tried to force the words out, but that gaze—so fearful and possessive—choked them back down.
Before, it had licked over her sexual parts, breasts and pussy, with its eyes. Now, it felt like it wanted to blanket her entire body in its stare.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(It's just excitement for what's coming next.)
She flinched.
The next instant—internal ejaculation.
She imagined it involuntarily, jolting in shock. She tried to rationalize the Stalker's obsessive stare in a masculine way,
but instinctively, she sensed it was lying.
A gut feeling that 'it shouldn't be like this that day.' An inexplicable hunch made the situation feel off.
"Did you... do something while I was asleep?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(I told you. You used it well.)
"...Eek."
Something felt off, so she asked,
but the sexual harassment in response shut her up cold.
Maybe later she could talk back, but right now, she had too much ammo against her. Speaking up would just backfire.
"Ughhh..."
The brief exchange ended, and now that she actually had to masturbate, hesitation crashed over her like a wave.
'Is this really okay?' The doubt kept rising, her mind blanking on how to even do it.
Masturbating as a woman was new enough, and with her eyes closed, she had no idea what her lower half even looked like.
Her huge breasts had always blocked the view, so she didn't even know her own pussy's shape.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Time flows 10 times slower in this space than outside.)
"...?"
She dithered, hand dipping down and pulling back repeatedly,
when the Stalker's sudden voice made her freeze and listen.
As abrupt as it was, the time dilation piqued her interest.
Time ratios were common in fiction, but experiencing it firsthand—even in this mess—was intriguing.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Your body's hypersensitive. A little teasing would make you cum.)
"...?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Masturbation's the same. It won't take long—practically an instant outside.)
"Ah..."
Incredibly, the Stalker was comforting her.
Masturbation would end quickly anyway, a mere blink outside.
Don't hesitate over a split second. Its encouraging tone bolstered her resolve.
'Sigh... but why waste good advice on this...?'
She sighed inwardly, baffled why such wisdom was tossed at a woman dreading her first wank,
but the tension eased, her mind steadying.
It was necessary. Prep for the creampie ahead.
She reframed the masturbation as an unavoidable chore and steeled herself.
"A-All right... I'll do it."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Good. I'm looking forward to it.)
She slid her hand downward,
pushing aside the swimsuit that was her last barrier.
Slowly, she slipped fingers into her pussy, probing gently.
Awkward at first, but instinctively mimicking the Stalker's threatening hook-shape from before,
she explored for sensitive spots. A rhythmic tapping echoed from ahead.
"..."
She knew that sound.
The air whoosh when swinging balls slap thighs.
She was becoming the Stalker's fap material.
"Hic..."
Humiliation and the absurdity clashed, tears spilling unbidden.
Why did she wake here after just passing out drunk?
Why was ordinary modern life twisted into this rule horror nonsense?
Why was she, once a man, enduring this...?
'Why...! Why me...!'
As a man, she'd swallowed tears through any misery.
That's how she'd been taught.
Now, they flowed freely.
Maybe women's tear glands or hormones differed. But the real gap was how incomparable this wretchedness felt to any male hardship.
"Hic... sob...:"
-Tap tap
Its gaze bored into her crying face like priceless art, satisfaction oozing.
Each rhythmic tap amplified her misery.
'What did I ever...'
The situation was utter degradation.
Some might dream of becoming a beautiful woman.
Others might crave violation by a dick-equipped futanari.
Combined? Even better for some pervs.
As a guy, she might've joked it sounded hot—no girlfriend anyway, curious about female pleasure.
But this... was different.
'I hate this... I hate it.'
"Hic... sob."
An exhibitionist might thrill at becoming a perfect beauty.
But drop that nude bombshell in Times Square, family and connections gone, surrounded by flashing cameras? Initial thrill fades to despair.
That was her now.
Beautiful woman on the cusp of futanari ravishment,
but drowned in shame, future a void.
Escape this? Then what? Lose to Stalker and suffer decades, centuries of who-knows-what?
A momentary fantasy, but the aftermath was forever—hers to bear.
Realizing it now crushed her.
She'd never wanted this, never even had a choice. Tears streamed.
-Tap tap tap... splurt... spluuurt
"Aaaah!"
'Hot.'
The semen hit like it couldn't care less about her misery—scalding hot.
Outwardly liquid fire,
but to her, cold as Times Square gawkers snapping pics of inevitable doom.
Icy, amplifying her sorrow...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Troubled over something lost?)
"That's not your concern—gasp."
The fleeting pleasure ended,
yanked back to reality by that voice. She snapped venomously,
but the Stalker smothered her words with its mouth, understanding her all too well...
"Get off!"
Tongue invading like false comfort, revulsion surged. She shoved it away.
Accepting now felt like losing a piece of herself—surrendering to this reality.
Its transparent pity pissed her off.
"What the hell do you think you're—mmph."
-Smooch... slurp slurp
No veto for her, apparently.
The Stalker gripped her head, thrusting its tongue back in.
'Hnn... no.'
First kiss of her life—like this.
Someone else might call it warm and sweet.
To her, it was forced catharsis, oppressive coercion.
"Stop!"
She shoved hard! The Stalker withdrew slowly, regretfully.
Eyes blind, but it felt like a predator retreating after a failed hunt, smacking its lips over a near-miss.
"...Next is creampie, right?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Exactly.)
Her voice came out chilled, dread sinking in.
Part of her felt... maybe it'd be fine to get fucked now.
Misery, the situation—cut ties clean, end it bluntly.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Before that, I have a proposal.)
She wanted to shut that mouth.
All day, that sly tongue had toyed with her—tensing, relaxing, endless shame.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Can I just put the tip in your pussy and cum?)
"...What?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Lubricant. Before the creampie.)
Curious what demonic nonsense it'd spew next,
but the absurdity drew an incredulous scoff and retort.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(A request?)
Her mind iced over.
Screw her feelings. The thing was a monstrosity—unknown patterns, beyond her grasp.
And the Rulebook's dictate: grant requests.
"No."
She refused, recalling the rule.
No direct insertion allowed.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙(Hm... Because of the Rulebook?)
"...?!"
She jolted in shock.
Did monstrosities know rule horror rules?
If intelligent ones knew their patterns...
Wouldn't they exploit them...?