#32
As the party went on, I tried to forget what happened with Donna, focusing instead on chatting with the others. Although it’s quite hard to look Rodrigo in the eyes. I could feel guilt bubbling inside of me. Fortunately, he was focused on chatting about the latest shows and fashion with others rather than talking with me.
As for Donna, the nerve of the girl is something I can’t help but feel amazed by. She acted as if nothing had happened between us. Or should I say, she was acting like what happened between us was something natural, like it was normal as she continued to tease me, flirt with me- which she was doing even more of it now that something had happened between us.
I know for sure that Rodrigo could see her, but I don’t know what that guy’s deal is, but he just ignored it. Maybe he was just thinking that Donna was only teasing me- harmless teasing or something, or maybe he just didn’t care, I don’t know…and frankly, at this moment, I stopped caring.
Truth be told, it was not my fault. And even if it is, I won’t accept the blame. It was Donna who tested me time and time again, and even dragged me into the restroom. And even when I hesitated, she was the one who forced herself on me.
It’s kind of low, yes, but whatever the case, it would only be stupid and dangerous if acted like a guilty criminal. It would only cause other people suspicion- I can see you looking at me sharply, Ally!
So I walk around and have fun.
As I did, I noticed that every woman seemed to be looking at me like I was a piece of meat. It felt like I was being devoured by every hungry pair of eyes around me. Ally even offered me spare clothes—loose shirts, long pants—but in this kind of heat? No thanks. And I’m feeling liberated right now, so I politely refuse any ‘polite’ suggestions.
I genuinely didn’t understand how the other guys were enduring the sun in full clothing. As for me? I didn’t mind the attention. Not anymore. I was beginning to enjoy it.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of games and laughter. Women kept finding excuses to be near me, to touch me, even casually. We played pool games where someone would “accidentally” splash me in the face, making me sputter and laugh—only for them to burst out laughing too.
Donna, of course, was the worst offender.
She found every excuse to hug me, press her body against me, or sneak her hands around my waist. At one point, she dove under the water and vanished. Moments later, I felt a pair of hands kneading my ass—and then my crotch—she would even dragged me underwater just to kiss me there.
The weird part? I was starting to get just as touchy. I stopped caring at all, so when I could not endure it anymore, I just grabbed her hand and dragged her behind the trees, and just started kissing.
Fortunately, the pool features a variety of decorative plants and trees, lending it a luxurious feel. I wonder just how much money was spent on this place.
Donna was surprised at first, but she was happily indulging herself soon after.
“You fucker! Just how are you so energetic? I’m pretty sure I’ve sucked you dry already.” she said, feeling very amazed.
“If you keep teasing me like that, do you think I can endure it?”
“No, no. I don’t think that’s how it goes,” she said, smiling wryly.
I ignored her and continued kissing and caressing her breast again. I reached further down to run my hands up her thighs, enjoying the feeling of the soft, satiny feeling of her legs. Still, although I wanted to fuck her again, I know that doing it there is just too risky.
“What?” she asked curiously when I suddenly stopped.
“No, it’s nothing. Anyway, let’s return.” I said, having my feel of her body.
“No way. You already made me hot, do you think I can still go back there with my nipples this hard?!” Donna said, surprising me. Then she grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, pinning me against the tree we’re hiding behind.
“You said you’re hard again, aren’t you? I don’t know what drugs you’re taking but I’m gonna fuck you,” she said, kissing my neck while caressing my chest under my shirt.
I thought, oh well, whatever, and was just about to give up when suddenly I heard people laughing and walking by.
Their voices are familiar, and I know they are our friends or classmates. I’m not sure. All I know is that this was a dangerous gamble. I don’t want to get seen by our friends here, so I immediately stop her.
Donna glared at me, “You’re not trying to bluepussing me now, are you?!”
I rolled my eyes at the word she uttered. What the hell is that? “No, but not now. Doing more than this is risky. Let’s do it some other time. When we are alone, preferably.”
“But.”
“Please? I don’t want our relationship to be this awkward.”
I know she won’t do what I said. After all, if I’m the man in this situation, which I am, it’s just confusing since the role is completely switched, there’s no way I would also stop just because she said so. She, who is ‘I’, was so eager to do it, and then suddenly I wanted to stop- heck, I’m already hard. I want to do it. Consequences be damned.
… for sure, that is what is running in her head.
Especially, she didn’t seem to care about the consequences at all.
I don’t know what is the true relationship between her and Rodrigo, and how they manage their relationship- they could be in an open relationship, for all I know- but before I can be sure of that, I don’t want to risk it.
Donna wanted to say something, but I stopped her with my version of puppy-cute eyes- I don’t even know if I was doing it right, or did I look cute for that matter, but I made my tone as cutesy and flirty as possible, “P~rease~?”
You know what, that’s very embarrassing.
I will not be doing this again.
But what do you know, it works.
Donna seems flustered looking at me, and I’m not sure if her face going red was because she was affected by my ‘cute’ smile, or it’s just sunburn, but her expression loosened, and the lust in her eyes had disappeared.
“Fine,” she said. Grunting in annoyance. “Fuck, you’re such a tease!”
I chuckled. I cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss, “Come on. I still want this relationship to be secret. And I don’t want anyone to bother us… Don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell Rod. And you’ll have me, okay?”
Man, this ‘cutesy’ act seems to be doing super well. I wonder if this works for others?
Donna glared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh, “Whatever. But I’m gonna make you pay for this soon.”
Yeah, I’ll be waiting~
We exchanged hot and passionate kisses for a while, enjoying each other before going back to the pool.
To be honest, Donna is not my type. Too skinny for me. I like it more meaty, fatty, you know, a body that you can hug, cuddle, soft all over. However, she’s cool, pretty, and honestly kind when she wasn’t groping or molesting someone. It was easy to see why Rodrigo loved her.
Sure, she had some… nympho tendencies, and I don’t know if she was already cheating on Rodrigo before, or if she’s only cheating with me- she did say, only with me, but I find that a bit hard to believe. Or maybe that was the truth, with how men act in this world. Anyway, I find her quite attentive and also generous to other ‘unfortunate’ girls who often got left out within our circle. And that generosity is a plus!
You can see that she’s different from other girls- those with the same body type and appearance who believe they are the most beautiful around are mostly arrogant and look down on girls with ‘unfortunate’ assets.
She might have a rough and sometimes rude personality, but you can still see that she tried to interact with those ‘unfortunate’ girls.
And in this world, you can see that it is something, especially when not only girls but even boys tend to look down on or discriminate against girls with huge and bountiful assets. Even some of the guys in the group—Rodrigo, Ally, Mick, Eric—seemed to unconsciously avoid them.
I’m not sure about Ally since she seems to actively avoid all the girls, but the rest of the boys ‘ attention is directly aligned with ‘beautiful’ girls.
As I said before, in this world, being curvier isn’t attractive to many. Instead, the “popular” women, like Donna and three others in our group, were thinner, leaner, with sharp features and athletic builds. And most of all, small buttocks and a flat chest.
I don’t know the reason for this alienation, though. Nevertheless, the concept of beauty is weak, and strange that it’s hard to believe. The smaller and thinner you are, the more beautiful you are in the eyes of society.
Fortunately, the concept of beauty is not as bad as I’ve read in many gender role reversal novels where ugly becomes beautiful, and beautiful becomes ugly. After all, the concept of facial beauty remains the same, just the physical body traits that have been highly emphasized.
If you are born ugly, then even if your body is thin and flat, you’re still ugly… at best, they look average or ordinary in the eyes of many.
Mick and Eric, both single, shamelessly fawned over the girls with physical traits while blatantly ignoring the women deemed “fat” or “ugly” by this world’s standards.
It was strange. Jarring, even to see how the ones who should have been considered very beautiful in my old world are ostracized, and just staying meek and quiet as if they don’t have confidence, while looking at the ‘popular’ ones in jealousy.
But I stayed quiet.
I don’t care if my sense of beauty is wrong or not, but I don’t have any interest in pushing it on other people, especially this world.
I will just live the way I like, and enjoy what I have… and that means, even loving these ‘unfortunate’ women. So, I didn’t hesitate to grab some ‘advantage’- which no one seems to think is strange- they just labeled me as a kindhearted soul, trying to include these ‘pitiful’ women into our circle.
So, better start calling me now the Messiah~!
I made them laugh. I talk to them. And of course, I manage to have my fill touching their bodies to my heart’s content. We kept playing, roughhousing in the water, laughing and shouting.
No one scolded me when my hand “accidentally” brushed against someone’s breast or ass. Especially the bigger and curvier ones. No one got mad when wrestling ended with someone’s bra slipping off or their bikini bottom being tugged away by accident.
Even if I fondled a ‘little’, everyone just laughs it off.
How amazing this world is!
Shangri-la!
So, caught in the heat of the moment, I pulled off my shirt, leaving only my bra on, and dove into the water.
The reaction was immediate—screams and shrieks of delight erupted from the women nearby. But I didn’t care. I felt liberated, giddy from the attention and the adrenaline.
To be honest, I was this [-] close to yanking the bra off too, and going completely topless. I still didn’t understand the point of a bra on a guy’s chest, but I figured I’d get scolded if I went full nude. So, for now, I kept that little rebellion to myself.
Maybe Ally was right. Maybe I didn’t fully understand the rules of this world yet. But I wasn’t about to shrink under the gaze of a few bold women. Let them look. Let them wonder. I wasn’t about to let shame dictate how I moved through this upside-down reality.
So I brushed off Ally’s concern, grinning as I turned toward Mick. I waded through the shallow end and launched a splash at him. He laughed and threw it right back, the water cool and sharp against my chest.
For a few blissful seconds, everything felt light—like we were back in a world that made sense. Just two guys horsing around.
I ducked to avoid another splash—but misjudged the angle.
My shoulder slammed into something firm and warm.
Someone.
“Ah—!”
I stumbled, nearly falling back into the water, but strong arms caught me—hands firm on my hips, holding me steady.
“Whoa there,” a velvety voice said, close to my ear. “You alright, handsome?”
I looked up, and my heart almost stuttered.
She was stunning.
Short bobbed hair, water-slicked and clinging to the curve of her jaw. Thick lashes framed a pair of soft brown eyes that sparkled with both amusement and interest.
Her lips, slightly parted, curled into a smile that made me forget how to speak for a second. Yes, in short, it was a romance-novel scene you often encounter. Only the genders are switched.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you,”
I managed, my hands instinctively reaching for her arms.
Her skin was warm, wet, and smooth beneath my palms. I wanted to touch her more, so of course, I did.
She didn’t let go. If anything, she tugged me a bit closer, helping me stand. But her grip was just strong enough that my body tilted forward, chest brushing against hers—my cheek landing squarely against the bare skin above her bikini top.
She smells nice.
A woman’s scent, amidst the faint scent of chlorine… but yeah, I can stay here.
For a beat, everything else disappeared—the shouts, the splashes, even Mick’s laughter in the background. All I could feel was the softness of her skin against mine, the subtle shift of her breath beneath my cheek, and the faint scent of coconut sunscreen and chlorine lingering between us.
I even wondered if time had stopped.
Of course not.
“Sorry about that,” she said, though her voice didn’t sound all that sorry. It was warm, teasing. More so, delighted, a bit surprised, but with more excitement.
“I was chasing the ball. Didn’t expect to catch something even better.”
Oh? Is she starting to throw cheesy pick-up lines?
How cute.
“No, no—it was my fault. I wasn’t looking.”
Her eyes searched mine for a moment, something flickering there.
“You’re very kind,” she said, her tone almost surprised.
Although what did she even mean by that? Was she expecting me to pull away? To slap her hand? To blush and run like the shy boys usually do?
Just how did men act in this society, anyway?
All soft-spoken smiles and careful eye contact?
Was confidence a dangerous thing here, when it came from someone with my face?
Before I could sort it out, a familiar voice pierced the moment like an arrow.
“Excuse me. Can you let go of my friend now?”
I turned toward the owner of the voice and found Ally glaring at us.
