Chastity Pill Ch. 10

"I pick the hot springs," you announce, setting your food tray aside.

Devon's eyes widen in genuine surprise. "Seriously? I was fully expecting you to pick the most boring option, which would definitely be the beach."

"The beach means swimwear," you explain, "which means displaying all... this..." you gesture vaguely at your chest, "publicly. And clubs are just asking for trouble with your current... condition."

"So onsen by default? NICE!" Devon pumps her tiny fist triumphantly, then immediately fumbles for her phone. "Ooh. Let me check if they have openings today."

You watch as she taps away at her phone, brows furrowed in concentration. Her excitement seems oddly genuine for someone who, in their male form, considered personal grooming optional at best.

"Here it is--Ukiyo Spa & Onsen," Devon says, turning her phone to show you. "Apparently it's, like, THE place for hot girls to go."

You squint at the image. "That looks expensive."

Devon's enthusiasm dims slightly as she scrolls through the website. "Oh. Shit. Yeah, it's... not cheap. Like, at all." She chews her lip, a gesture that looks strangely natural on her new face. "I can pay half? I mean, I've already spent way more than I planned on the X-Change stuff, but..."

Suddenly, you get a call.

"It's Veronica," you tell Devon, who immediately makes a gagging motion.

"The puppetmaster checking in on her toys!"

You shoot Devon a warning look before answering. Veronica's face fills your screen, perfectly made up. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she's wearing a crisp white blouse with a subtle gold chain disappearing beneath the collar--her power outfit.

"Baby!" she exclaims, her face lighting up. "Sorry I had to rush off earlier. It's been INSANE here."

Before you can even respond, she continues, words tumbling out in that breathless way she has when she's riding a professional high:

"The Matsuhisa team tried to renegotiate the exclusivity clause this morning--can you believe it? After we EXPLICITLY agreed on terms yesterday! So Davis--my counsel, you remember Davis, right?--he pulls out this precedent from the ByteDance acquisition in '28, and I swear Hiroshi's face when he realized we'd prepared for this exact scenario..."

You can't help but smile as she recounts her morning victory, her eyes sparkling with the unique joy she gets from outmaneuvering competitors.

"... and then Akira--that's their CFO--tries to suggest a 'compromise' on the distribution rights," she continues, making air quotes with her free hand. "As if we hadn't already modeled every possible scenario! So I pull up this projection showing exactly how their model undervalues the Summer City market by nearly 30%..."

Devon has wandered into frame behind you, clearly bored by Veronica's business talk.

"Oh!" Veronica interrupts herself. "Hi, Devon! How are you enjoying your... female awakening?"

Devon leans over your shoulder, placing her face uncomfortably close to yours in the frame. "Living my best life as a breeding vessel, thanks for asking!"

Veronica laughs. "I see your transformation hasn't improved your attitude." Her eyes shift back to you. "So what are you two up to?"

"We're at Paradise Mall," you explain. "We got Devon some... protection."

"NanoShield," Devon clarifies proudly. "For my slutty, slutty womb."

"Devon!" you hiss.

Veronica just laughs again. "Glad to hear you're being responsible." Her eyes narrow playfully. "Though I'm curious why that's necessary?"

"Because Jake emptied his balls inside me," Devon states matter-of-factly. "And it was AMAZING, Veronica, seriously, the female orgasm is like... it's like if you took a regular orgasm and exploded it into a million pieces and then each piece had its own orgasm."

"I'm familiar with the sensation."

"Anyway," you cut in, desperate to change the subject, "we made a deal. She got the birth control, and now I have to go out and 'have fun' with her." You make air quotes around 'have fun.' "We're thinking about trying that Japanese spa place."

Veronica's face lights up. "Ukiyo? Oh my god, I love it there! I've been trying to get you to go there with me for SO LONG!"

"You have?" You don't recall her ever mentioning it.

"Yes! Remember when I had that knot in my shoulder from the Prismatic pitch? I told you we should do a spa day, and you said--" she lowers her voice to a comically deep register, "'I don't need someone rubbing oils on me to relax, babe. That's what Xbox is for.'"

Devon snorts with laughter.

"I don't sound like that," you protest.

"You absolutely sound like that," Devon confirms.

"Well, now you can experience what you've been missing," Veronica says. "But dammit, I'm a little jealous. Your first time at Ukiyo and I'm not there to witness it. Ugh!"

She tilts her head, studying both of you through the screen.

"You're going to love it. The treatments are divine, and the private onsens on the rooftop are... well, you'll see."

"We might not be able to afford the *full* experience," you admit. "The prices on their website are pretty steep. So we're going to do maybe one of the cheaper packages."

"Don't worry about that," Veronica waves dismissively. "I'm a Jade Tier member--comes with the territory when you bring clients there. I'll call and set it up under my account."

She pulls out her phone and starts typing. "I'll reserve an onsen for you. One of the private ones. We wouldn't want other people seeing you in your current... condition."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious. You have the same sort of thoughts, but it's different when it's your girlfriend saying it...

"Nothing bad, baby. You look gorgeous. I just meant because of the whole situation."

"We have to be naked, right?" Devon asks, suddenly sounding less confident. "Like, FULLY naked?"

"It's traditional," Veronica confirms. "But don't worry, it's very normal there. No one cares."

"Sweet," Devon says, recovering her bravado. "Alex's massive rack will distract everyone from looking at me anyway."

"All public areas are segregated by gender," Veronica laughs. She glances down at her phone. "Okay, I've booked you for 4:30 this afternoon. Full treatment packages and private onsen access after."

A notification pings on your phone--the reservation details.

"Thanks," you say, genuinely grateful despite feeling SLIGHTLY manipulated. "Are you... I mean, are you okay with me and Devon being naked together? I mean, um..."

The question sounds ridiculous the moment it leaves your mouth.

Veronica actually snorts. "Baby, I hate to break it to you, but right now you're both hot girls, and from what Devon just told us, she's VERY into men at the moment." She grins wickedly. "Unless there's something you want to tell me about your feelings for Devon?"

"NO!" you and Devon exclaim simultaneously, scooting further apart.

"That's what I thought!" Veronica says smugly. "It's just a spa day. Treat it like one!!! You should enjoy your body, babe. In a safe environment."

Devon leans back into frame. "Yeah, *babe*, enjoy your body," she mimics in a passable Veronica impression.

You elbow her out of the way.

"Anyway," Veronica continues, "I should go. I've got that market analysis presentation in thirty minutes, and I need to review my slides one more time. The projections are going to blow their minds."

"Go knock 'em dead," you encourage, genuinely proud of her hustle despite everything.

"Always do," she winks. "Oh, and Alice?"

You're still not used to hearing her call you that.

"Try the sake body scrub. It'll do wonders for those massive tits of yours."

Devon erupts in laughter beside you.

"Love you," Veronica blows a kiss. "Have fun being girls!"

The call ends, leaving you staring at the blank screen, slightly embarrassed. Veronica is fully, utterly unbothered by you and Devon being at a spa together. Why WOULD she be? In her mind, you're just two girlfriends having a spa day.

"Well, that was easier than expected," Devon says, gleefully snatching your phone to examine the reservation details. "Holy shit, she booked us the FULL works? This would cost like a month's rent!"

"She's generous," you mutter, still processing the subtle shift in Veronica's treatment of you. When you were a man, she'd get jealous if a barista smiled at you too long. Now, she's practically throwing you into a naked situation with another person and laughing about it.

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After leaving the mall, you and Devon head straight to Ukiyo. You park in an elegantly understated lot where cherry trees provide shade for each parking space, their blossoms occasionally drifting onto the hood of your Corolla.

"Last chance to bail," you cut the engine.

Devon adjusts her tiny skirt. "No fucking way! We finally get to do something fun in these bodies."

"What about this morning?" you ask dryly.

"That was different!" her cheeks flush.

You approach the entrance--a traditional wooden torii gate incongruously set against Summer City's skyline. The vermilion paint gleams in the afternoon sun, and subtle pink lighting illuminates the path beyond even in daylight.

"This is fancy as shit," Devon whispers as you pass through. "I feel underdressed."

"It's gonna be a moot point soon," you say.

The doors slide open automatically as you approach, releasing a gentle waft of incense and floral scents. Inside, the lighting shifts dramatically--soft, ambient, with paper lanterns casting a golden glow across polished wooden floors. A small stream runs through the center of the lobby, crossed by an arched wooden bridge.

"Whoa," Devon breathes.

A woman approaches with silent steps, wearing a kimono in deep blue silk with subtle geometric patterns. Her hair is pulled into an intricate updo, adorned with what appear to be cherry blossom pins that shimmer with subtle holographic effects.

"Welcome to Ukiyo," she says, bowing slightly. Her English is perfect with just a hint of an accent. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Um, yes," you fumble for your phone. "Under Valentine? Veronica Valentine?"

"Ah, Ms. Valentine's guests! We've been expecting you. I am Haruka, your host for today."

She claps her hands softly, and two attendants appear, each carrying small trays with steaming cloths.

"Oshibori," Haruka explains, gesturing to the cloths. "To refresh yourselves after your journey."

You accept the warm, damp towel, surprised by its weight and the pleasant citrus scent emanating from it. Devon copies your movements as you wipe your hands, then face.

"This way, please," Haruka leads you across the bridge to a small seating area with low cushions surrounding a table inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

As you sit, awkwardly trying to arrange your legs in a ladylike manner, another attendant appears with a lacquered tray bearing an elegant iron teapot and small cups.

"Yumiko will perform a brief welcome ceremony," Haruka explains, gesturing to the new arrival--a younger woman in a simpler pink kimono.

"We also offer sake, if you prefer," Yumiko says. "Many guests find it helps them relax more fully into the experience."

"Yes!" Devon says immediately, never one to turn down free shit. "Sake, please."

You hesitate, then nod. "Same. Thank you."

As Yumiko pours the warm rice wine into small ceramic cups, Haruka explains your schedule.

"Ms. Valentine has arranged our Diamond Package for you both. You'll begin with our purification ritual, followed by a sixty-minute shiatsu massage, a sake facial treatment, and a volcanic clay body wrap. After these treatments, you'll enjoy a light meal before your private onsen experience on the rooftop."

Devon's eyes widen with each listed luxury. You can practically see the dollar signs flashing in her mind.

"Now," Haruka continues, retrieving an elegantly bound folder from her sleeve, "we have a few formalities."

She slides the folder toward you. Inside is a series of waivers and consent forms printed on handmade paper. You skim through them--standard liability releases, health questions, privacy policies.

Your eyes catch on one particular section: "SPECIAL EXPERIENCE PACKAGES."

There, checked in bold ink: "a45; CELEBRATION PACKAGE (PRIVATE ONSEN)."

And below it, in smaller text: "This premium experience includes extended hours, enhanced sake selection, and accommodation for additional guests (maximum 4) as desired."

"What's this 'Celebration Package'?" you ask, pointing.

Haruka smiles. "That is simply to book the private onsen. It's one of our most popular options for special occasions--birthdays, anniversaries, achievements."

Devon peers over your shoulder. "Additional guests?"

"Yes," Haruka nods. "The private onsen can accommodate up to four people comfortably. Perfect for intimate gatherings."

"Cool, cool."

You narrow your eyes. "We won't be needing any additional guests."

"Of course," Haruka bows slightly. "The choice is entirely yours."

You finish the paperwork, take a sip of sake (which burns pleasantly down your throat), and stand to follow Haruka deeper into the facility.

The transition from the reception area to the inner sanctum is marked by passing through an indigo curtain. Beyond, the aesthetic shifts subtly--still Japanese-inspired but with hints of Summer City's signature vaporwave style. The corridors are lined with smooth stone, illuminated by recessed lighting that shifts in color so subtly you almost don't notice.

Haruka leads you to a changing area with lockers crafted from dark wood.

"You'll need to remove all clothing and jewelry," she explains, opening two lockers. Inside each hangs a yukata--a cotton robe that looks deceptively simple. "These will be yours for the duration of your visit."

She points out Devon's--a soft pink with a pattern of cherry blossoms--and yours--black with white chrysanthemums.

"I specifically requested the black one for you," she says with a small smile. "Ms. Valentine mentioned your aesthetic preferences."

Devon snorts. "Goth girl gets the goth robe. Shocking."

Haruka bows. "I'll leave you to change. When you're ready, please proceed through those doors to the cleansing area."

The moment she leaves, an awkward silence falls.

"So... we just... get naked?" Devon asks, fidgeting with the hem of her tiny skirt.

"I guess so," you mutter.

You stare at each other for a long moment, neither making a move.

"This is stupid," Devon finally says. "We've seen each other naked before."

"Not like this," you point out. Well, you'd just seen her getting brains fucked out. But that was... different.

"Yeah, but... we're still us, right?" Devon turns away, starting to pull her shirt over her head. "Just... don't look directly at anything?"

You turn your back to her, facing your locker. The sound of rustling clothes fills the awkward silence. You pull your hoodie off, then hesitate at the sports bra.

"This fucking thing was hard enough to get ON," you mutter.

"Need help?" Devon offers, her voice closer than expected.

You whirl around instinctively, then immediately regret it. Devon stands there in just her panties, small breasts completely exposed. You avert your eyes instantly.

"Jesus, Devon!"

"What? We're both girls now. This is what girls DO, right? Help each other with bras and shit?"

"I don't think that's--" you start, but she's already moved behind you. "NO, THEY DO NOT HELP EACH OTHER WITH THEIR BRAS. They handle their own-"

"Arms up," she commands.

With a resigned sigh, you comply. Her small hands grasp the bottom of your sports bra and tug upward. The tight material squeezes painfully against your breasts before finally releasing them with an audible "PLOP."

"Holy SHIT," Devon gasps as your liberated tits bounce heavily. "They're even bigger than I thought!"

You cross your arms over your chest. "Can we not do the breast commentary?"

"Sorry, sorry," Devon says, not sounding sorry at all. "It's just... dude. You won the titty lottery. HOW HEAVY are those FUCKING MILK MACHINES?"

"Ugh. Like 16 fucking pounds of the most fucking inconvenient fat distri-fucking-bution fucking possible," you snap your arms tighter. "Consider yourself lucky."

"I mean, I don't mind my starter set," Devon says, looking down at her own chest. "Aerodynamic? But still, like... jiggly."

You turn away again, shimmying out of your jeans and underwear as quickly as possible. The yukata is hanging right there, a blessed cover for your nakedness. You slip it on, immediately appreciating the soft cotton against your skin. It barely closes over your chest, the fabric straining to contain your calcium cannons.

You both pad barefoot to the next set of doors, which slide open to reveal a wet room tiled in iridescent blue. Several low wooden stools sit before hand-held shower attachments. Along one wall is a row of products in minimalist containers.

Yumiko appears, bowing slightly. "Here we begin the purification ritual. Please be seated."

You exchange nervous glances with Devon before each taking a stool. Yumiko demonstrates how to adjust the water temperature, then leaves you with instructions to cleanse thoroughly.

"You will need to remove your yukatas," she adds before departing.

As the door slides shut, Devon immediately shrugs off her robe, apparently over her initial modesty. "When in Rome, right?"

You hesitate, then slowly untie your belt, letting the black yukata fall open.

"So," Devon says as she fiddles with the shower attachment, "I've been thinking... should I change my name while I'm like this? You're going by Alice..."

You're grateful for the conversation distraction as you both sit naked on the stools, awkwardly showering. "I don't know. Do you want to?"

"Well, Devon can be a girl's name too, right?" She tests the water temperature. "FUCK that's hot!"

"Yeah, it works for either," you agree, adjusting your own shower. "Though if you wanted something more feminine, you could do... Devin with an 'i'? Devyn with a 'y'?"

"Ooh, Devyn with a 'y' is douchey enough to match this hot little body," she grins, soaping up her arms. "What do you think? Does it fit?"

"If you're asking if your new name should be as annoying as you are, then yes."

"Fuck you very much. Devyn it is! With a fucking 'y'! Do you say Devyn differently? De-VEEN?"

You snort despite yourself. "No, it's still pronounced the same, you moron."

"Then what's the point?" She's rubbing soap across her modest chest now, seemingly unfazed.

"Ask any parent who named their kid Jaedyn, Brayden, or Madisyn."

"Ok nevermind. I'm keeping it Devon. Way too much work. Stupid."

For a few minutes, you both focus on showering. The warm water cascading over your new body feels different--more sensual somehow, each droplet tracing new pathways across your skin.

"So, um..." Devon says, her voice suddenly more hesitant. "How do you think we're supposed to wash... you know..."

"Just clean it like you would in the shower normally," you say, absolutely refusing to make eye contact.

"Yeah but like... is there a special technique? I don't want to, like... break anything."

You sigh deeply. How did you become Devon's girltorial? "It's not rocket science."

"Easy for you to say. You've had two more days practice with your cooch."

"Oh my god, please stop calling it that."

Once you're both thoroughly cleansed, you put the yukatas back on and exit through another door, where Yumiko waits to lead you to the massage room.

The massage chamber is dimly lit, with two parallel tables draped in silky sheets. The air smells of cedar and something floral you can't identify. Soft, ambient music plays just at the edge of hearing--traditional Japanese instruments blended with gentle electronic elements.

"Please disrobe and lie face down," Yumiko instructs, indicating the tables. "Your therapists will arrive momentarily."

As the door slides closed, you exchange another awkward glance with Devon.

"I've never had a professional massage before," she admits, already untying her yukata again. "Have you?"

"A few times. Veronica's big on them. She says they're 'essential maintenance.'"

You disrobe again and quickly climb onto the table, arranging yourself face-down. The sheet barely covers your ass, leaving your back exposed.

"This feels weirdly medical," Devon says from her table. "Like I'm about to get a prostate exam."

"Please don't say shit like that during the massage."

The door slides open, and two women enter in matching cream-colored uniforms. They introduce themselves as Aki and Mei, both speaking in soft, melodious voices. Aki approaches your table while Mei goes to Devon's.

"I will begin with your shoulders," Aki tells you, her hands already warming oil between her palms. "Please inform me if pressure is too much or too little."

Her hands touch your back, and you immediately tense.

"Try to relax," she murmurs. "Breathe deeply."

You attempt to comply, forcing your muscles to loosen as her skilled fingers begin working the knotted tissue between your shoulder blades. The sensation is... intense. Different from massages you've had in your male body. Your nerve endings seem more responsive, each press and stroke registering more acutely.

"You carry much tension here," Aki observes, her thumbs finding a particularly tight spot that makes you wince.

From Devon's table comes a muffled moan. "Oh my goddddd, that feels amazing."

Aki's hands move down your spine, applying perfect pressure to each vertebra. When she reaches your lower back, just above the sheet covering your ass, a strange sensation ripples through you--a kind of liquid warmth that makes your toes curl involuntarily.

"Good, yes? Relaxing now," Aki says, her voice knowing.

As she works, your mind begins to drift. The physical pleasure of the massage creates a sort of meditative state where thoughts float freely.

You think about Veronica--her ambition, her intensity, the ways she challenges and exasperates you. You remember how she looked at Nobu when she proposed this transformation, her eyes both pleading and demanding. The way she kissed you afterward, grateful and victorious.

You think about your relationship--how it's shifted since you moved in together. How sometimes you feel both cherished and controlled, admired and managed. How this transformation is both a test of trust and a manifestation of her insecurities.

Do you resent her for this? The question floats through your mind as Aki's hands work a particularly tight muscle in your shoulder. No... not exactly. There's frustration, certainly. Embarrassment. But also a strange understanding. Veronica's fear of abandonment runs deep, all the way back to her childhood. This extreme solution is, in its way, a testament to how desperately she wants to hold onto you.

And yet... how will things be when you change back? Will your dynamic be forever altered? Will she see you differently? Will YOU see YOURSELF differently after experiencing life from this perspective?

Aki interrupts your thoughts by asking you to turn over. You comply, suddenly very aware of your exposed breasts as the sheet only covers from your waist down. Aki doesn't react at all to your nudity, simply draping a small towel across your chest that does little to actually conceal anything.

"I will work on décolletage now," she says. "Very important area for tension release."

You have no idea what "décolletage" means until her oiled hands begin massaging the skin between your neck and breasts, occasionally dipping lower to work the upper slopes of your chest.

From Devon's table comes another, more suggestive moan.

"Shhhh!" you hiss.

"I can't help it!" Devon whispers back. "It feels so fucking good! Like, why didn't anyone tell me massages feel this amazing? Is it because we're girls now or have I been missing out my entire life?"

Aki and Mei exchange amused glances. Great, now they know you're gender-swapped dudes.

"Female bodies have more nerve endings," Mei explains as she works on Devon. "More sensitivity."

"No shit," Devon breathes. "I feel like I'm about to have an orgasm from a shoulder rub."

"DEVON!"

"What? I'm just being honest!"

The massage continues, Aki's expert hands working each muscle group methodically. When she reaches your arms, you're surprised to discover soreness you didn't know was there.

By the time she reaches your legs, working her way from ankles up to thighs, you're in a state of deep relaxation. Your guard has definitely lowered, the combination of skilled touch, ambient sounds, and lingering sake creating a pleasant haze.

The final stretch of the massage focuses on your feet--a part of your body you've never given much thought to. Aki presses specific points that somehow seem connected to areas much higher up, sending peculiar tingles through your system.

"We finish now," she announces eventually. "Please rest for moment before next treatment."

She and Mei exit silently, leaving you and Devon alone again.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." Devon's voice comes muffled through the face rest.

"It was... pretty good."

"Pretty good? PRETTY GOOD?" Devon lifts her head. "I think I almost came when she did that thing to my lower back."

"You're such a fucking tramp, Devyn-with-a-'y'," you tease, but without malice. You do feel incredibly relaxed--more at ease in this body than you've been since the transformation.

There's a gentle knock, and Yumiko returns. "If you are ready, we will proceed to your facial treatments."

You sit up, forgetting momentarily about your exposed chest. The small towel falls away, leaving your breasts completely bare. Devon's eyes widen comically.

"Holy SHIT," she says again. "They really are like... fucking PERFECT. Have you looked at them properly? They're like fucking anime tits or something."

You snatch the towel back up. "Can you PLEASE stop commenting on my chest?"

"I'm just saying! As someone who's spent years appreciating breasts as art forms, yours are like... museum quality."

"Oh my GOD." You quickly pull your yukata back on, cinching it tightly, though it still gaps significantly at the chest.

"This way, please," Yumiko says, tactfully pretending she didn't witness this exchange.

She leads you to another room--this one brighter, with two reclining chairs positioned before what look like futuristic vanity tables.

"Sake facial is very special tradition," Yumiko explains. "Rice wine contains kojic acid and fermentation compounds that brighten and renew skin."

You both settle into the plush chairs. Almost immediately, attendants appear with more sake--this time in larger cups.

"To enjoy during treatment," Yumiko explains with a smile. "When outer skin receives benefits, inner being should as well."

Devon grabs her cup eagerly. "I am ALL about this philosophy."

You take yours more cautiously, but the warm rice wine goes down easily. It's higher quality than what you had in the welcome ceremony--smoother, with subtle floral notes.

Two estheticians enter, introducing themselves as Himari and Natsuki. They bow before getting straight to work, first cleansing your faces with warm cloths that smell of jasmine.

"So like, how was YOUR first time?" Devon asks suddenly, her words slightly slurred. The sake seems to be hitting her small frame pretty hard.

"My first what?" you ask, though you know exactly what she's talking about.

"You know!" Devon gestures vaguely at her crotch. "Your first time... experiencing the, uh, the female operating system. The new hardware interface."

Himari applies something cool and tingling to your face, her fingers working in small circles. It smells of rice and flowers.

"Some of us have self-control," you say flatly.

"Oh come onnnnn," Devon whines. "I mean by YOURSELF!"

You hesitate, then mumble, "I might have... explored a bit. With a vibrator Veronica left me."

"AHA!" Devon sits up so suddenly that Natsuki has to push her gently back down. "I KNEW IT! How was it? Scale of one to ten?"

The sake has loosened your tongue. "Like... fifteen? Maybe twenty?"

"RIGHT?!" Devon practically squeals. "It's fucking INSANE! Like, how do women get ANYTHING done when they can feel like THAT?"

The estheticians exchange amused glances, continuing their work as you both ramble. Sake-soaked cloths are placed over your eyes, plunging you into darkness but intensifying the sensation of fingers working products into your skin.

"So tell me about Jake," you say, immediately regretting it but too tipsy to stop yourself. "I mean... what was it like?"

Devon's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, though still plenty loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh. My. GOD. Okay so like, at first it was super weird because I had no idea what I was doing, right? Like, I've been the one WITH the dick my whole life, never the one getting dicked DOWN."

"Devon!" you hiss, mortified.

"What? They don't speak English," she says, completely incorrectly since the attendants have been speaking perfect English the entire time.

"They absolutely do--"

But Devon is already continuing, her words tumbling out in an enthusiastic rush. "So at first I was like, completely freaking out about the mechanics, right? Like, how does this even WORK? But then my body just kind of... took over? Like it knew exactly what to do. When he put it in, it was this crazy stretching feeling, but in a good way? Like when you've been really hungry and finally get to eat."

You hear one of the attendants stifle a giggle. The sake cloth over your eyes suddenly feels very hot.

"And then he started MOVING," Devon continues, completely uncensored now. "And holy shit, Alex--"

"Alice," you correct automatically.

"Whatever. Holy shit, it was like... you know in games when you hit the exact right combo and the screen goes all SUPER SAIYAN with effects? It was like THAT, but in my PUSSY."

"Please stop," you groan, but you don't actually mean it. Despite your embarrassment, you're genuinely curious.

"And then," Devon's voice drops even lower, "he started saying all this STUFF to me. Like, calling me names and shit? Which normally would piss me off, but in that moment it was like... the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard. He called me his 'little cum dumpster' and I swear I nearly passed out from how hot it was."

The cloth is removed from your eyes. Himari's face is professionally blank as she begins applying a thick, cream-colored mask to your skin. You're grateful it will hide your blush.

"The worst part--or best part?--is that all I could think about was what was IN his balls," Devon continues, oblivious to your mortification. "Like, I was OBSESSED with the idea of him cumming inside me. It was this crazy NEED, like more intense than being thirsty or hungry. Like if he didn't fill me up I was going to actually DIE."

You feel an involuntary clench between your legs at her graphic description.

"And when he finally did," Devon's voice goes dreamy, "when I felt that first spurt hit inside me... HOLY FUCK. It was like my whole body just EXPLODED. Like, I've jerked off literally thousands of times as a guy, and NOTHING even comes close. It was like my soul left my fucking body and went to heaven and then came back just to cum AGAIN."

"We apply mask now," Natsuki tells Devon, clearly trying not to laugh. "Please close mouth."

"Oh, sorry," Devon says, then immediately continues: "It was like his dick TAPPED INTO some kind of BREEDING MAINFRAME inside me and--mmph!"

Natsuki quickly applies the mask, effectively silencing Devon, who makes exaggerated eye expressions at you over her mask-covered mouth.

A blessed quiet falls as you both sit with the masks setting. The estheticians leave you alone briefly, promising to return in ten minutes.

The moment the door shuts, Devon peels the edge of her mask away from her mouth. "But seriously, you HAVE to try it."

"NO, I DON'T. I HAVE A fucking GIRLFRIEND, DEVON," you slur. "Besides, isn't it like... gay? I mean, we have female bodies. But male brains."

"What the FUCK Alice, that is so fucking backwards of you!" Devon feigns outrage. "And haven't you noticed? We do NOT have male brains anymore. I mean, not to be sexist-" (a phrase that always preceded something sexist) "-but I kinda didn't enjoy gaming as much yesterday? It just wasn't hitting the same dopamine centers! I kept getting distracted!" Devon rants. "AND I don't think it's POSSIBLE to be gay right now cuz my breeder mind literally SHUTS DOWN at the thought of a woman! It's like all I can think about is getting STUFFED with a BIG COCK!!!"

You feel your body responding again, another clench that you try desperately to ignore. "Please stop saying shit like that."

"All I'm saying is, you're missing out," Devon shrugs. "It's like... imagine if you'd never had chocolate, and I was telling you how amazing it is, and you were like, 'No thanks, I prefer to imagine what chocolate might taste like.'"

"That's not apt."

"What?"

"The analogy."

"Apt. Oh yeah. Apt is such a weird word. Apt. It's like part of a bigger word. Not like it's own word.

"You're pretty drunk."

Devon giggles. "A little. This sake is strong AF. But it's making this whole experience way more fun! Aren't you having fun?"

You hesitate, then admit reluctantly: "Yeah, actually. This is... nice."

"SEE!" Devon says triumphantly. "Being a girl isn't ALL bad! You get cute robes and face masks and people touching you and nobody thinking you're creepy for enjoying it!"

When the estheticians return, they remove the masks with warm cloths, then apply a series of serums and moisturizers that make your skin tingle pleasantly.

"Your complexion is very beautiful," Himari tells you. "Porcelain, like traditional doll."

"She'd make a perfect yaeba girl," Natsuki adds, examining Devon's face. They are starting to have a little fun with this, since they have begun to suspect you are "body tourists," and thus don't need to reserve the same amount of decorum regarding your appearance.

"WAIT, are my teeth crooked??? I didn't check!"

"Oh it was trend!" Himari interjects. "Getting one canine tooth to stick out. Cute like little fang. Very popular."

"SO COOL," Devon breathes, immediately checking her teeth in the mirror. "I'm a VAMPIRE!"

The facial treatment concludes with a cool jade roller applied to your skin, which reduces the sake-induced puffiness.

"You look five years younger," Himari tells you, holding up a mirror.

Your reflection startles you. Your pale skin glows with an almost ethereal quality, your burgundy lips fuller than ever against the backdrop of your flawless complexion. Even the intense black eye makeup that's supposedly part of your transformation seems to have been subtly enhanced, making your green eyes more striking.

"Damn, we're hot," Devon whispers, admiring her own reflection. "Like, I know we were already hot. But now we're like... EXTRA hot."

The clay body wrap treatment is next--a process that involves being coated in warm, mineral-rich mud, then wrapped in heated towels "like sexy burritos," as Devon puts it.

More sake appears, and by the time you're unwrapped and showered off, you're both thoroughly tipsy. The combination of alcohol, spa treatments, and the strange intimacy that's developed between you has created a giddy, almost slumber-party atmosphere.

You're led to a private dining room where a traditional Japanese meal awaits--delicate portions of sashimi, tempura, and various small dishes arranged with artistic precision.

"I am STARVING," Devon announces, plopping down onto a cushion.

You sit more carefully, trying to maintain some sense of decorum despite the sake swimming through your system.

The food is exquisite--light yet satisfying, with flavors that complement the sake perfectly. Throughout the meal, Devon keeps checking her phone, smirking at something on the screen.

"What's so fascinating?" you ask eventually.

"Nothing!" she says too quickly, tucking the phone away. "Just, uh, checking the time. For the onsen."

After dinner, you're led to a styling area where attendants arrange your hair. Your black asymmetrical bob is swept into a surprisingly elegant updo, with a few strands left loose to frame your face. Devon's straight black hair is curled into loose waves that soften her features.

"You look beautiful," your stylist says, showing you the result. "Very elegant."

"Thanks," you say, surprised by how much you mean it. There's something unexpectedly satisfying about being cared for in this way, about watching yourself be transformed through these traditionally feminine rituals.

Beside you, Devon is likewise entranced by her reflection. "I look like one of those K-pop stars," she says, turning her head to admire different angles. "Like, ACTUALLY pretty, not just fuckable."

After completing these preparations, Yumiko returns to escort you to the rooftop.

"Your private onsen awaits," she says with a bow.

As you follow her to an elevator, Devon falls into step beside you, wobbling slightly from the alcohol.

"This is the BEST," she whispers, hooking her arm through yours in a gesture that feels surprisingly natural. "We should do this, like, EVERY DAY while we're girls."

"It costs more than your rent," you remind her.

"Worth it," she sighs happily.

The elevator ascends smoothly, opening directly onto a breathtaking rooftop garden. The sun has begun to set, casting a golden-pink light over the traditional Japanese landscaping--stone paths winding between bamboo screens, cherry trees with petals occasionally drifting down, and the centerpiece: a steaming natural pool surrounded by smooth rocks.

Behind it all, the Summer City skyline stretches out, the first city lights beginning to twinkle against the darkening sky.

"You have complete privacy here," Yumiko explains, leading you to a small changing area. "The screens adjust automatically to maintain your comfort while preserving the view."

She indicates a panel on the wall with simple controls, then points to a service button. "If you require anything--more sake, perhaps, or refreshments--please simply press this. An attendant will bring it to the entry point without disturbing your privacy."

"We need to be, like, completely naked, right?" Devon asks, already untying her yukata.

"Traditional onsen practice requires complete nudity, yes," Yumiko confirms. "There are cleansing stations there," she points to low shower heads along one wall, "where you should wash before entering the bath."

With a final bow, she leaves you alone, the elevator doors closing silently behind her.

The moment you're alone, Devon throws off her yukata with reckless abandon. "Last one in has to play support in our next Apex run!"

You hesitate, your fingers lingering on the belt of your yukata. The sunset bathes the rooftop in golden light, turning Devon's nude form into a glowing silhouette as she rinses off. Despite sharing a locker room earlier, seeing her completely naked in this setting feels different--more intimate.

"Are you seriously going to stand there all night?" Devon calls, already finished with her rinse. "Or are you suddenly modest?" She cups her small breasts, pushing them together mockingly. "These little cuties won't judge your giant fun bags, I promise!"

Fuck it. You've already been seen naked by the spa staff, Veronica, and Devon caught a glimpse earlier. With a steadying breath, you untie your belt and let the black yukata fall to your feet.

The evening air kisses your skin, cool but not unpleasant. Moving quickly to minimize exposure, you hurry to a cleansing station and begin rinsing off, keenly aware of how your breasts swing with each movement, creating their own momentum like fleshy pendulums.

"Holy shit RIGHT, those fucking tattoos!" Devon laughs, catching sight of the one over your ass as you bend to wash your leg.

"It'll disappear when I change back," you mutter, straightening quickly.

"Still fucked up," Devon says, but she's grinning. "Very on-BRAND for her though."

You finish washing and follow Devon to the onsen proper--a steaming natural pool surrounded by smooth volcanic rocks, recessed lighting, and delicate cherry blossom trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. The skyline of Summer City stretches out beyond, skyscrapers glittering as the sun sets behind them, painting the sky in shades of pink, orange, and deep purple.

Devon slides into the water first, a soft "Fuuuuuuck" escaping her lips as the heat envelops her. "This is INCREDIBLE. Get your ass in here!"

You dip a toe in, testing the temperature. It's hot--borderline too hot--but after the initial shock, it feels amazing. You ease yourself in slowly, allowing your body to adjust inch by inch.

"Stop being such a pussy," Devon splashes you. "Just commit!"

"The water's fucking HOT, Devon!" you splash back, but the giggles bubble up despite yourself.

You finally sink in to your shoulders, your tits bobbing slightly at the water's surface like pale icebergs. The heat instantly begins working its magic on your muscles, unknotting tensions you didn't even realize you were carrying.

"Ohhhhhhh my god," you groan, leaning back against the smooth stones. "Yeah, ok. Ok. This is fucking amazing."

"Right?!" Devon agrees enthusiastically, sliding lower until the water reaches her chin. "Why haven't we ever done this before? We've been MISSING OUT!"

For a few blissful minutes, you both simply soak in silence, watching the sunset transform the city skyline. The X-Change tower in the center of Starlight Boulevard lights up gradually, its neo-Art Deco lines glowing in shifting purples and blues. In the distance, the Crystal Inlet Light begins its evening rotation, sweeping beams of light across Biscayne Bay.

"Summer City looks different from up here," you observe dreamily, the alcohol and heat making your thoughts float lazily. "More... I dunno..."

"LESS douchey," Devon agrees, sloshing up to sit beside you. "From here you can't see all the dick growth billboards. Like, who needs a sixteen-inch dick? What would you even DO with that?"

"Pole vault?"

Devon's laughter echoes across the rooftop. "Attention shoppers: clean-up on aisle three, some dude just pole-vaulted over the cereal section with his giant dick."

The conversation continues to deteriorate into nonsense.

You're both laughing now, the combination of sake, heat, and absurdity breaking down the last of your reservations. The sound of your laughter--high and musical in your new voice--is no longer jarring; it's just... yours.

"We need more SA-KAY," Devon declares, reaching for the service button near the edge of the pool.

Within minutes, an attendant arrives with a fresh bottle and two cups, carefully setting them on the stone ledge without looking directly at either of your naked bodies.

Devon pours generously, liquid sloshing over the sides in her enthusiasm. "A toast!" she proclaims, raising her cup.

You lift yours. "To what?"

"To... fucking TITS!" Devon says grandly. "And also to not having to drive home because UBER EXISTS!"

"To tits and Uber," you clink your cup against hers.

Your body, so foreign and frightening two days ago, feels almost... comfortable now. The water supports your new curves, lifting the weight from your chest and back.

"So show me ALL those fucking tattoos," Devon says suddenly. "I saw the 'Property of Veronica' one and the 'Disappointment' one on your arm, but what else did she do to you?"

"Ugh, they're SO embarrassing," you groan, but you're smiling. The sake has dulled the edge of your humiliation. "There's this one..." you lift your left breast, revealing the text underneath.

Devon leans forward, squinting through the steam. "Alex Mercer on X-Change, expires..." She cackles. "It's like a fucking sell-by date!"

"And there's one more," you say, positioning one hand to cover your pussy while lifting your thigh to display the final tattoo. "Enter at your own risk, girlfriend will CASTRATE trespassers."

"HAHAHA HOLY SHIT!" Devon howls, actually slapping the water. "That is some next-level psycho girlfriend shit! And she put it right by your PUSSY! Classic Veronica--marking her territory."

"She's not THAT bad," you protest, but you're giggling too. "She just has... trust issues."

"Trust issues and a fucked-up sense of humor," Devon adds, pouring more sake. "And she's HOT. I guess I don't really blame you."

"She's fucking gorgeous and brilliant and kinda terrifying," you agree, taking another sip. Your head is swimming pleasantly now, the world soft around the edges.

"The perfect evil overlord trifecta."

You're both quiet for a moment, soaking in the warmth and the view. The sky has darkened to deep blue, the city lights now dominating the landscape. The holographic projections on Starlight Boulevard flicker to life--Aphrodite's serene face materializes on the largest screen, her daily evening blessing about to begin.

"I'm going to take a picture of this," you say, reaching for your phone on the ledge. "Veronica will never believe how BEAUTIFUL it is."

You tap the camera icon, framing the perfect shot of the sunset-bathed city. Just as you're about to snap the photo, your phone vibrates with a notification. A text from Veronica.

Veronica: Can't wait to slip away from these boring execs, Rob... Meet me in my room in 20? Bring that thing we discussed. I've been thinking about it all day ????

You stare at the screen, your thumb frozen above the camera button. For a moment you think you must be misreading through your sake-haze. But no. The words are clear as day.

"What the fuck?" you whisper, your stomach suddenly hollow.

"What? What happened?" Devon shifts closer, peering at your phone. "Whoa, wait, who's Rob?"

"I..." you start, but you don't know how to finish. Your heart is suddenly pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat.

Another text appears:

Veronica: OMG wrong text!!! So sorry baby! Meant for Robert Tanaka - Matsuhisa's VP. Boring business stuff! Having another drink with the team. Miss you! d84; a039;

But the first message burns in your mind. 'Meet me in my room'? 'That thing we discussed'? The fucking KISSING EMOJI?

You type with shaking fingers:

You: Who's Rob? What "thing"? Are you serious right now?

You wait for a response. Nothing comes.

You hit call. It rings... and rings... and goes to voicemail.

"Fuck," you whisper, the sake in your stomach turning sour.

"Yikes," Devon says, reading over your shoulder.

"She w- wouldn't," you insist, but even to your own ears, you sound uncertain. "She's the one who was worried about ME cheating. That's why she did... this." You gesture at your transformed body.

"Mmm, pro-JECT-SHUN," Devon nods sagely.

"No, that's not--she wouldn't--" but your voice catches. You hit call again. Straight to voicemail this time.

Devon reaches for your phone. "Let me see that again." She reads the messages, squinting through her sake fog. "Maybe Robert is some business guy and they're reviewing... papers? Contracts? In her hotel room?"

"WITH A KISSING EMOJI?"

Devon makes a face. "Yeah, no, that's pretty fucking bad."

Your eyes fill with tears, which is fucking embarrassing, but you can't help it. The combination of sake, heat, and emotional shock has demolished your defenses.

"Hey, hey," Devon says, suddenly gentler. "Don't cry yet. Let's look for more evidence before we conclude she's cheating on your newly-feminine ass."

She takes your phone and navigates to Instagram. "Let's see what she's up to... oh. Oh no."

"What?" you grab for the phone.

Devon grimaces but hands it over. There on the screen is a fresh post from someone named @JasonReyesLA. It shows Veronica--YOUR Veronica--laughing intimately with a handsome young man in what appears to be a hotel bar. Her hand is on his arm, their heads close together. The caption reads: "Late night planning sessions with the brilliant @V_Valentine ????"

"She told me she was having dinner with the EXECUTIVES. She said they were doing KARAOKE. This looks like... like..."

A hot tear slides down your cheek, splashing into the onsen.

"I did this for HER," you say. "I let her turn me into THIS--" you gesture at your female body, "--because she didn't TRUST ME not to cheat while she was gone!"

"Alice," Devon says seriously, using the new name, "Females, like, ALPHA females like Veronica... they op- operate on different rules. I bet she doesn't even see whatever she's doing as cheating. It's probably like... networking with benefits."

"NO!"

"Fucking YEAH, fuck that!" Devon agrees, riled up on your behalf. "Fuck her! She brands you with fucking PROPERTY tattoos and then goes off flirting with some executive dude-bro named ROB?! Like, what kind of name is ROB?"

"Robert Tanaka," you mumble. "Matsuhisa's VP."

"Like HE needs a vice president! His dick probably has an assistant vice president! And a board of directors!"

You snort through your tears at the absurdity. "That doesn't MAKE ANY SENSE, DEVON!"

"NOTHING makes sense, Alex! Everything is CHAOS!" Devon waves her arms dramatically, splashing water everywhere. "We're GIRLS with TITS and your girlfriend is maybe CHEATING on you and we're NAKED in a JAPANESE BATH and it's ALL INSANE! AND, AND... I, um... should probably also tell you something."

The tone shift makes you look up from your phone. Devon is biting her lip, suddenly looking guilty.

"What did you DO?" you ask warily.

Before she can answer, the sound of the elevator doors sliding open reaches your ears. You both turn to look.

Jake and Luis step out onto the rooftop, both wearing the Ukiyo yukatas, grinning broadly.

"Ladies!" Jake calls out, his voice echoing across the garden. "Hope we're not interrupting!"

Your jaw drops. Devon waves enthusiastically.

"You DIDN'T," you hiss at Devon, sinking lower in the water. "YOU. DID. NOT."

"I brought reinforcements!" Devon calls back to the men, her voice breathy and excited. She turns to you with a mischievous smirk. "One for me, and one for you."

Your heart plummets straight to the bottom of the onsen.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?" you whisper-scream at Devon as the men approach, dropping your body deeper until the water reaches your chin. Your tits float upward, threatening to breach the surface like pale islands.

"Come on," Devon whispers back, "Veronica's in Cali, living her best life! And you look like you could use some... distraction."

The men are at the edge of the onsen now, Luis whistling low as he takes in the view -- both of the city and of Devon's exposed breasts peeking above the water.

"Damn, this is some fancy shit," Jake says, looking around at the private garden. "You ladies know how to treat yourselves."

"VERONICA PAID for this," you hiss at Devon.

"Even better!" Devon giggles, clearly well past tipsy and into full-blown drunk territory.

"You guys joining us?" Devon asks, swishing the water invitingly. "Water's perfect!"

"Hell yeah," Jake says, already untying his yukata. "That's what we're here for, right?"

"Wait--" you start, but it's too late. Jake drops his robe in one smooth motion, revealing his muscular body and -- FUCK -- he's already half-hard, his cock thickening as he steps confidently toward the water.

Luis follows more hesitantly, his yukata coming off slower. He's built differently than Jake -- thicker, more solid, with a dusting of dark hair across his chest. His body reflects years of physical labor, powerful arms and a broad chest tapering to narrow hips. And between those hips... Jesus Christ, he's fucking HUGE.

You quickly avert your eyes, panic rising in your chest. Your fucking TATTOOS. They can't see them. They CAN'T.

"So how's this fancy Japanese bath work?" Jake asks, stepping into the water. His eyes drift hungrily to Devon, who's making absolutely zero effort to hide her nudity now.

"You're supposed to wash first," you mutter automatically.

"We did all that at the entrance," Luis says, his voice deeper than Jake's, gentler somehow. "The lady at the desk was very... thorough with instructions."

Both men settle into the water, Jake immediately moving next to Devon, while Luis keeps a respectful distance from you.

"Told you we'd have some fun tonight," Jake says to Devon, his hand already disappearing beneath the water.

Devon's eyes widen slightly, her lips parting. "Mmmm, hello to you too."

Luis clears his throat. "So, uh, how's the bathroom project looking to you ladies? Like what you seeing?"

The absurd normalcy of the question in this situation makes you want to scream.

Jake grins. "We were just LAYING some PIPE today, but tomorrow we're really gonna DRILL DOWN, right Luis?"

Luis actually has the decency to look embarrassed. "We're, uh, installing the fixtures tomorrow. The marble work came out real nice."

"I bet Alice here is excited to see our finishing skills," Jake says, smirking in your direction. "We're real thorough. Make sure everything's tight and sealed properly."

Devon giggles. "I can vouch for Jake's... thorough... ness."

Your face burns hotter than the onsen water. This cannot be happening. You're naked in a bath with your contractors, while your friend is practically mounting one of them, and your girlfriend might be cheating on you across the country.

"We don't usually mix business with pleasure," Jake continues, his arm clearly around Devon now under the water, "but when Devon texted us about this place... well, opportunity knocked."

"Marco would kill us if he knew," Luis adds with a laugh. "Man's a professional."

"Marco's a fucking hardass," Jake corrects. "Always 'schedule this' and 'timeline that.' Man needs to get laid."

"Not everyone thinks with their dick like you," Luis retorts.

"Speaking of which," Devon interjects, "Jake here has the most AMAZING dick. Don't you, Jake?" Her hand is definitely under the water now, and based on Jake's sudden intake of breath, you can guess where it is.

"Jesus, Devon," you mutter, mortification washing over you in waves.

"What? We're all adults here!" Devon says, her eyes slightly unfocused from the sake. "And Alice here just found out her controlling girlfriend might be fucking someone else, so she deserves a little fun too!"

Both men's eyes swivel to you.

"Girlfriend problems, huh?" Luis asks, his voice softening. "That's rough."

"It's not--we don't know for sure--" you stammer.

"She got this weird text," Devon explains, "all 'come to my room' with some dude named Rob. With a fucking KISS EMOJI."

"Damn," Jake winces. "Cold."

"It might be a misunderstanding," you insist, but your voice lacks conviction.

"Sure," Jake says skeptically. He turns to Devon, his hand now clearly cupping one of her small breasts above water. "So you ladies looking for some company tonight? Or is this just a... viewing party?"

Devon's breathing has quickened. "Definitely NOT just viewing. Right, Alice?" She looks at you meaningfully.

"I..." Your head swims with sake and confusion.

"Alice is shy," Devon tells the men, "but she's so fucking horny, you guys. She just doesn't talk much. Goth girls are like that!"

"DEVON!" You sink lower, the water now at your lips.

Luis watches you, something unreadable in his expression. "No pressure," he says quietly. "We're just here to have a good time."

Jake isn't nearly as subtle. "Well, I'm definitely here to have a VERY good time," he says, pulling Devon into his lap. She squeals as she feels his erection press against her.

"Fuck, you're already so hard," she breathes.

"Been hard since this morning thinking about you," Jake admits, his hands now freely roaming Devon's body. "Couldn't focus for shit on work."

They're full-on making out now, Devon straddling him in the water, their tongues visible as they sloppily kiss. One of Jake's hands grips her ass, fingers digging into the flesh.

"So, uh," Luis says awkwardly, attention politely averted from the increasingly explicit scene beside you, "you like the onsen?"

You nod mutely, unable to form words. Your heart is pounding so hard you're certain he can see your pulse in your throat.

"Been to one before in Japan," he continues conversationally, as if his coworker isn't actively groping your friend three feet away. "Not as fancy as this."

Devon moans loudly as Jake's mouth moves to her neck.

"Jesus, get a ROOM," Luis calls to them, rolling his eyes.

"Why?" Jake laughs. "We've got all THIS." He gestures to the private rooftop. "Besides, I'm happy to share if you are." He winks at Devon. "What do you say, sweetheart? You up for handling both of us?"

Devon's eyes go wide, then a slow smile spreads across her face. "Fuck. Yes." She turns to you. "Unless Alice wants to join the fun? Luis has been checking you out ALL day."

Every eye turns to you. Your face burns hotter than the water.

"I haven't--" Luis begins to protest, but Jake cuts him off.

"Dude, we all saw you staring at her tits this morning. Not subtle."

Luis' cheeks darken.

Devon disentangles herself from Jake, moving through the water toward you like a predator. "Come on, BABE," she purrs. "Live a little. Veronica's probably got Rob balls-deep in her right now. Why should she have all the fun?"

The words hit like a physical slap. The mental image of Veronica -- YOUR Veronica -- with another man floods your mind, even as you try to reject it.

"She wouldn't," you whisper.

Devon's hand finds yours under the water. "If you're not into it, I'll take them both," she whispers, her eyes glittering with drunk mischief. "But Luis is totally into you. And he's fucking HOT."

Your eyes flick involuntarily to Luis. He IS hot -- all muscle and warm brown eyes and a gentleness that Jake clearly lacks. He meets your gaze and something electric passes between you.

Your pussy fucking CLENCHES. The alcohol, the heat, the emotional turmoil -- they've all combined to create a heady mix.

Jake has returned to kissing Devon's neck, one hand now clearly between her legs under the water. Devon's eyes flutter as she tries to maintain focus on you.

"Last chance," she gasps as Jake's fingers work their magic. "You in or... FUCK, Jake... or am I taking them both?"

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