#29
As I stepped out of the bathroom, still tingling from my wild romp with Morgana, a slow, satisfied grin stretched across my face. The experience had been… incredible. Not just the act itself, but how affectionate and reactive Morgana was—like a fire that blazed brighter the more I touched her.
Afterward, she clung to me with passion, her domineering edge softened into something warm and obedient. I almost don’t want to end it so soon, but unfortunately, we’re not really in our private places. Of course, before leaving, we promised to do it again… at her place.
Still, she’d warned me that she was going to tell Ally about us. I wasn’t sure how that would go over. But the more I thought about it, the less it mattered.
What lingered in my mind was a different question entirely:
What is my relationship with Ally?
If there’s something between us, whatever it is—what do I even do about it? I didn’t want to lose him. But I didn’t want to lose Morgana either.
I couldn’t deny that the feeling of power she gave me—of being desired so fully, on her terms—was intoxicating. The fact that I could have someone so completely at my mercy, someone who wanted me, whenever, wherever, and however I wanted—was a sensation I never thought I’d crave.
Honestly, she checks every box I’ve ever had for a woman. She’s stunning. Irresistible. And I may not love her…yet. But Fuck! I really want her.
I adjusted my shorts, making sure they were as short and clingy as possible. My loose tank top clung to the sweat of my skin, leaving just enough to the imagination. Underneath, a sports bra—or more like a simple wrap—kept my chest compressed. I’m not fond of this culture. It’s uncomfortable, and kind of hard to breathe. It has this suffocating feeling like my chest is being squeezed. Anyway, I don’t like wearing a bra.
But going without wasn’t an option. Not here. Not in public. Not with all these sex-starved women prowling around the pool like hunters.
When in Rome, I told myself. Do as the Romans do.
As I strolled back to the pool, I could feel their eyes on me—subtle but unmistakable. The men in the water glanced up with mixed expressions: confusion, curiosity, maybe even suspicion. The women, on the other hand, stared with a different kind of hunger.
One woman, a tall brunette in a bikini that barely covered anything, locked eyes with me as she passed. Her lips curled into a slow smile as she sauntered past, not caring who noticed her overt appraisal.
“Looking good, handsome,” she purred, her gaze lingering long enough for me to notice the unmistakable hunger behind it.
I flashed a confident smile, letting the heat of their attention wash over me. The more they looked, the more I wanted them to.
Rodrigo was the first to spot me, sitting with his girlfriend, Donna. A few of the other guys—Ally, Mick, Johnson, Lindon—sat around a shaded table, drinks in hand, engaged in some half-hearted conversation.
I sauntered over, noticing the way Rodrigo’s eyes flicked over me, looking more curious than anything.
“Alvin?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t notice the intensity of their stares.
Mick nearly spilled his drink. “Wait, are you really wearing that?”
“Are you sick or something?” Johnson asked, his voice mixed with concern but laced with amusement.
I shrugged, looking them over. “You’re all acting like you’ve never seen a man in a tank top before.”
Rodrigo chuckled. “It’s not just a tank top, man. Your shorts are way too short. And that… thing you’re wearing—” He gestured toward my chest, “—is a bra.”
“Well, at least I’m not wearing thigh-highs like you, bro,” I shot back with a grin.
“This is a bikini,” Rodrigo said, crossing his arms, “Not a bra.”
“Same difference.”
Donna, however, wasn’t listening to the boys.
Her eyes were locked on me, her gaze smoldering with unhidden desire. She hadn’t been shy in the past, but this time, there was something more direct, more hungry in her eyes. It wasn’t just the casual flirtation I was used to—it was ownership, and it was making me uncomfortable in ways I wasn’t sure I liked.
“Right, babe?” Rodrigo asked.
“Yeah…” Donna said, almost breathlessly, her eyes locked on mine. “You look… sexy. Like, really sexy.”
Without waiting for a reply, she slid her hand across Rodrigo’s thigh, giving it a playful squeeze. He jumped, slapping her hand away with a slight growl.
“Hey, no groping,” Rodrigo whined, though it didn’t sound too convincing.
I watched with some amusement as Donna kept her eyes on me, not at all bothered by the playful reprimand. If anything, she seemed more intrigued.
“Get a room, you two,” I muttered, feeling a twinge of annoyance in my stomach.
Then I noticed it—Lindon, watching me intently. His gaze was thoughtful, amused, but there was something else in it too.
“This is a surprise,” he said finally, eyes still on my chest, then trailing lower. “You’re the last guy I thought would dress like… that.”
He handed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Careful, though. That outfit doesn’t leave much protection.”
I took the bottle with a smile. “Thanks.” And then, because I couldn’t help it, I started applying it to my arms and legs with slow deliberation—letting the lotion glide over my skin like it was part of the show.
As I began applying sunscreen, I started slow, applying sunscreen to my arms, then down to my legs, deliberately unhurried, as though I were putting on a private show. I could feel their eyes on me, and oddly, I liked it.
The scenery only made everything more intoxicating.
The women nearby were watching. Some openly. Others pretend not to. But I felt every glance. And against my better judgment, I didn’t mind. I liked being looked at.
Around me, the scenery was surreal.
Women in revealing swimwear—or none at all—lounged without care, owning every inch of their space. Some walked around the pool in skimpy bikinis—a few even topless—bathing in the sun with absolute confidence. It wasn’t rare to see someone climb out of the pool with her breasts on full display, water cascading down her skin, and not a single person blinking an eye. It wasn’t strange here. Everyone deems these actions normal.
God, I loved this world.
Of course, not all are eye candies.
I overheard a conversation between two women sitting in the shade, their voices quiet but my senses were very good, especially my ears.
“They’ve gotten even bigger,” one of them murmured, nodding toward a woman standing beside the bench. Her curves were undeniable—her hips wide, chest full and round, making her an absolute contrast to the smaller-framed women nearby. Just my type. And damn she’s beautiful.
The other woman sighed, her voice tinged with frustration. “Yeah… I did everything I could. Followed all the experts’ advice. I even wore the right kind of bras and undergarments to minimize the size, but they just kept growing. My hips are getting wider, too. It’s just… impossible to hide anymore.”
The first woman nodded in agreement, glancing at her frame. “I feel the same. Look at them—they’ve gotten even bigger since last month. I’m envious of them. They just look so much more beautiful. Their bodies are… so thin, they looked so pretty.”
I stopped what I was doing, frozen in place as I processed their words. My eyes flicked between the fuller-figured women and the slimmer ones, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I remembered.
In this world, fuller chests were considered unattractive—ugly, even. The women with larger bodies, those who didn’t fit the societal ideal of “slim” and “toned,” were taught to hide what they had. It wasn’t about modesty in the traditional sense. No, it was something deeper—something about how society twisted their perception of beauty. Larger breasts, wider hips, and a fuller body—were seen as shameful.
I thought about Morgana, and her surprise when I told her I love her body, her huge breasts and ass. I always forget about this side of the world. After all, it doesn’t matter to me how this world looks at people. Still, it does pose a problem, since although I don’t have anything against women with flat chests, I still love big tits more. But because of this belief, women with large breasts don’t bare their breasts so easily in public as most women with flat chests do. It’s the only crevice in my otherwise perfect but strange new world.
As I lamented on this disappointing side of this world, Ally walked toward me, his brows furrowed. He was the one person in the group who still seemed concerned about the situation, but even that was starting to wear thin.
“You know,” he said, his voice strained as he watched me, “I think you should be doing that in the bathroom.”
I looked up at him, “Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” He gestured toward the pool, where I could feel the lingering stares from every woman in sight. “Can’t you see you’re being watched?”
“Well, it’s not like they can do anything except watch,” I smirked, giving a casual shrug of my shoulders.
“It’s still risky,” he said, his frown deepening. “You’re drawing too much attention.”
I could feel the weight of the conversation pressing down on me. Every glance, every smirk, every lingering stare seemed to add more heat to the already sweltering sun. But I don’t care. Why would I care about being seen? It’s not like I’m completely naked. I still have my top and my shorts… which I did all the time back in my previous world.
Before I could respond, Johnson piped up from across the table. He was lazily swirling his drink, not giving two shits about the tension building around me.
“Let him be, Ally,” he said with a grin. “It’s good for everyone if this guy starts getting used to the attention of women.”
Ally clenched his jaw but said nothing. Donna, however, was much less subtle. She sidled up next to me, her voice low and velvet-smooth.
“Do you need help?” Her eyes gleamed with mischief, like a lioness eyeing a freshly caught meal.
I raised an eyebrow, giving her a sidelong glance. “No thanks.” I paused for a beat, then added with a smirk, “I don’t want your boyfriend getting jealous.”
Rodrigo, reclining with that casual confidence only someone truly comfortable in this world could have, shrugged. “I don’t mind,” he drawled, sipping from his drink. “Let her help. What’s the worst that can happen?”
That made me pause.
I shifted on the edge of the pool chair, my gaze flicking between Rodrigo and Donna. What were the sexual norms in this world? I knew the gender roles were reversed—women were the ones who dominated, and chased after men—but even in a world where power dynamics were flipped on their heads, surely there had to be some sense of love, loyalty, or shame.
But Rodrigo just sat there, cool as a cucumber, while his girlfriend stared at me with eyes that could have devoured me whole. There’s no way he could not see the hungry lust his girlfriend was directing at me.
If I slept with Donna… would it even upset him?
The thought lingered uncomfortably, but it wasn’t like I had any clear answers. Just curiosity. A seed was planted in my mind that I hadn’t known was there before.
Donna didn’t give me time to think too much about it.
Without waiting for my response, she casually took the bottle of sunscreen from my hand and patted the lounge chair beside her.
“Lie down,” she ordered smoothly, her voice like honey dripping from her lips.
I hesitated for a moment, glancing between her, the group, and the growing tension in the air. But only for a moment.
I gave in.
I lay down on the chair next to her, the thin fabric of my shorts brushing against the cool surface of the lounge chair. Her fingers brushed against my shoulder as she began to apply the sunscreen, the soft pressure of her touch sending shivers down my spine.
“Relax,” she murmured, her hands gliding over my chest, slow and deliberate. “I’ve done this a lot of times with Rod,” as she said that, she worked her way down to my arms, moving with confidence. There was something unsettlingly skilled about it. Something predatory. But I couldn’t deny how… good it felt.
Her hands moved lower, slipping over my ribs and grazing the fabric of my shorts. The sensation was dizzying, making it hard to focus on anything other than her touch.
I could feel the eyes on me again, the unmistakable weight of several gazes locked on my body. Most of them were women, and I knew exactly what they were thinking. But I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be flattered or terrified.
“Donna…” I breathed, my voice thick with uncertainty. The touch was gentle, but the way she lingered made it feel anything but innocent.
“Shh,” she cooed, her lips brushing against my ear. “You need to relax, babe. I’m just helping you get comfortable. You wouldn’t want to burn this beautiful skin, do you?” Her breath was warm against my skin, a stark contrast to the cool breeze that swept across the pool.
I could hear Ally’s voice in the background, but his words seemed far off, almost irrelevant. “Donna…” His voice was tight, a little defensive. “Mind your hands.”
I tried to focus, but Donna’s touch was starting to scramble my thoughts.
But instead of pulling away, she continued, her hands trailing lower, pressing against the insides of my thighs with the same slow, calculated movements. No shame. No hesitation. It was all just so… forward.
“I’m minding them, Ally.” I heard Donna say. “Don’t worry, this is normal, you see. As I said, I’ve done this with Rod before, you can ask him.”
“That’s right, Ally, leave it to her, she’s good at that.” Rodrigo mused. “Donna learned massage in middle school.”
“Alvin’s not asking for a massage, Rod!”
“It’s the same thing~” Donna grinned.
Her fingers brushed against my skin, and for a brief moment, I felt something stir—something both thrilling and unsettling. The kind of feeling that you don’t quite know how to handle, but you know you can’t ignore.
I shifted on the chair, trying to recalibrate, to stop myself from reacting to her touch. But it was hard- so damn hard I knew she noticed them.
