The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the night breeze swayed the sheer curtains, bringing a refreshing coolness into the new home. Misaki lay in bed wearing a red silk nightgown, her right arm wrapped around Tetsuya. He lay on his side, closely pressed against her, one hand resting on her belly, his mouth near her neck, his breath gently stirring her hair.
"Shu Daisuke insists on throwing me a singles party. Should I stop him?" Tetsuya said lazily.
"Well... if he wants to do it, let him," Misaki sighed and replied slowly.
Shu Daisuke was the deputy director of the marketing department, an older employee who had joined the company even before Misaki. He could be considered the most senior member of the Worm Society, having had a crush on her since her first day at work. Despite pursuing Misaki for many years and experiencing countless hardships and dramatic ups and downs, he ultimately faced the conclusion of Misaki marrying Tetsuya.
"After chasing you for so long, he should hate me, right?"
"Not necessarily. He might even thank you for helping him finally let go. Once I resigned, he could settle into a sense of calm," Misaki replied, having officially completed the process of leaving the company where she had worked for many years.
Tetsuya lifted his head to look at Misaki, a smile on his lips, his eyes closed with long lashes that curved delicately and slightly trembled.
He had asked Misaki many times why she wanted to change their relationship from sibling-like, akin to mother and child. When she was serious, she would answer that after being together for over a decade, she was used to being with him and couldn't imagine being with anyone else, even if he would always look like a child; she would always take care of him. When joking, she would say she was a "pedophile" and simply couldn't stand those hairy, rugged men. Every time Tetsuya heard her say that, he felt a pang of sadness, wanting to cry, internally shouting, *"Who the hell wants to be Tetsuya forever! I want to be a rugged man too!"*
Sensing that Tetsuya was looking at her, Misaki turned her head and opened her eyes, "What's wrong? Is moving still not tiring you out?"
Tetsuya hurriedly nodded, then paused to shake his head. He had asked six friends for help with the move today, and he was left feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. His slightly dazed brain suddenly realized that answering the question with a nod or a shake seemed to make no difference at all.
Tetsuya was about to open his mouth to clarify, but he saw Misaki smiling as she turned her body to face him. Her left hand gently pushed him down, and it continued to slide down towards his abdomen...
"I, the old man—" Tetsuya tried to sit up but was grabbed by the right hand on his shoulder from behind his neck. That one word "tired" never got a chance to be spoken.
"Lie still and don't move; I'll help you relax," Misaki whispered in Tetsuya's ear, with a hint of teasing laughter.
Misaki has been referring to herself as "old woman" in front of Tetsuya for many years, but it wasn't always like this. Whenever Tetsuya hears her speak like that, he knows she is either angry or being playful, though sometimes he can't tell which situation it is.
Tetsuya lost his mother when he was ten. In his childhood memories, Misaki appeared in his life from that moment on. Besides tutoring him daily, she also provided him with meticulous care and attention, acting like an older sister, even more like a mother. So, Tetsuya doesn't find it awkward when Misaki calls herself "old woman."
However, he doesn't understand why he is like a bean sprout that refuses to sprout, growing slower than others. As their physical appearance difference continues to widen, Tetsuya has begun to refer to himself as "old man" over the past couple of years to vent his dissatisfaction and express his hopes. The difference is that Misaki only occasionally refers to herself as "old woman" to Tetsuya, while Tetsuya feels bold enough to call himself "old man" with almost anyone.
Misaki reached out her left hand, tracing down from Tetsuya's lower abdomen, slipping into his pajamas and underwear. She felt his smooth skin, and her fingers soon encountered the equally smooth little rod. This was Tetsuya's body that she knew so well, just like his nickname suggested, a true Tetsuya.
Misaki gently grasped Tetsuya's little brother, stroking it tenderly. She lightly pinched the foreskin covering the tip, slowly pushing it back. She was acutely attuned to the subtle changes in pressure in her palm, and under her gentle caresses, Tetsuya's smooth little rod began to heat up, swell, and the once-tightly bound foreskin gradually receded, revealing the moist opening beneath, already oozing with slick liquid.
Misaki flipped the now thickened but still supple shaft, positioning it to point upwards. She pressed her four fingers together and lightly gripped the top of the shaft, her thumb circling the frenulum, pinching and twisting as she slowly peeled the foreskin down, thinking to herself, 'Old woman, I'll eventually pull this skin all the way off.'
As her hand continued its ministrations, her full, red lips covered Tetsuya's tightly closed mouth, her tongue parting his teeth, and their tongues soon intertwined. The hot breath flowing between them flushed their faces with a rosy hue.
Tetsuya's hand also came up to cover Misaki's ample bosom, and she felt his palms kneading her supple, grapefruit-sized breasts, the nipples gradually stiffening under his touch. The sound of their panting grew louder amidst the kisses.
Seeing Tetsuya's breathing becoming more labored, Misaki opened her eyes slightly, observing him lying beneath her, eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowed, chest heaving. By now, her hand was well-lubricated, allowing her to stroke the shaft smoothly, so she gripped it a bit tighter and began to pick up the pace.
Suddenly, Tetsuya arched his back, a low rumble emanating from deep within his chest. Misaki felt the momentary changes in the shaft, and allowed the scalding liquid to spill over her hand, the sensation sending a thrill through her.
With her now thoroughly lubricated hand, Misaki continued to gently grasp and slowly stroke, her motions gradually slowing. After that momentary transformation, the shaft was quickly shrinking, soon returning to a smooth, fleshy worm.
"Be good, sleep." After Misaki cleaned Tetsuya's lower body and her own hands with a tissue, she gave Tetsuya's cheek another kiss. She lay down on her side, holding Tetsuya's head in her arms, and began to softly hum…
"Sleep… little baby… lilac red rose… gently climbing into bed… accompanying you into dreamland…"
In her arms, Tetsuya quietly listened to the familiar lullaby and soon fell asleep.
…
Tetsuya's penis had never been able to get properly erect. They had tried making love many times, but always failed because of Tetsuya's inability.
Misaki had even tried giving him medication, but the sight of it made her shudder - although his manhood became as hard as iron, before it could fully enter her, Tetsuya would be writhing in terror and pain, struggling like a fish that had been caught.
To avoid putting psychological pressure on Tetsuya, Misaki had always told him that it was because his body was developing late, and that all the energy was going to his big head. She said his body would awaken eventually, and he shouldn't worry. To stimulate Tetsuya's development, Misaki would often manually stimulate and release him, which she called the "Bedroom Maturation Technique". She had even tried using her mouth, but was firmly rejected by the pained expression on Tetsuya's face.
Each time, she used her hand to make Tetsuya climax, at least this way he didn't show much pain, but his so-called ejaculation was just a trickle of white fluid in a flaccid state.
But tonight, Misaki felt a little different. The amount Tetsuya ejaculated seemed to be a bit more than usual, to the point that there were some traces left on the bedsheet. And it was different from the usual flow, although still weak, it was more like a spray - today Tetsuya ejaculated into the palm of Misaki's hand, which made Misaki slightly excited.
At the moment, the Misaki who was holding Tetsuya and singing a lullaby was a little excited, thinking that maybe her uninterrupted prayers had been answered, or maybe the change in environment had brought about a change in Tetsuya's body, and it seemed to be starting to awaken.