The next morning came far too quickly.
Hiroto's body was still aching from yesterday's training when Sylvara dragged him back to the clearing behind the inn. The sun had barely risen, the air was cool, but Hiroto was already sweating before they even started.
Sylvara handed him the wooden sword, her expression serious.
"Footwork and balance today. No more falling on your face like yesterday. Focus."
Hiroto took the sword and gave her a tired but sharp grin.
"No promises. I'm considering turning 'falling dramatically' into my signature fighting style. 'The Takahashi Faceplant' — patent pending."
They had barely started when a familiar, sweet voice called out from the edge of the clearing.
"Good morning, my favorite pair~"
Alyra was leaning against a tree, arms crossed under her massive breasts, watching them with a lazy, predatory smile. Her fluffy orange tail swayed slowly behind her, and her golden eyes were fixed mostly on Hiroto.
She looked even more dangerous in the morning light. Her low-cut dress clung tightly to her curves, and between her legs, a thick, heavy bulge strained prominently against the fabric.
"I brought breakfast," she said, holding up a basket. "Fresh bread, fruits, honey… and a little something sweet for our cute, tired male."
Sylvara didn't even glance at her at first. She simply corrected Hiroto's stance with her sword and said flatly:
"Alyra. Go back to the tavern."
"But I want to watch," Alyra replied innocently, though her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Training him looks so… intense."
Alyra stepped closer, her hips swaying deliberately. She stopped right in front of Hiroto, close enough that he could smell her sweet, warm scent.
Without warning, she reached out and gently took his hand.
Before Hiroto could react, Alyra guided his palm downward and pressed it firmly against the thick, heavy bulge between her legs.
Hiroto froze.
The heat, the firmness, the sheer size… it was impossible to ignore. Even through the thin fabric, he could feel how thick and heavy it was — warm, pulsing slightly under his fingers.
His brain short-circuited.
Holy shit. That's not just a bulge… that's a fucking weapon. If this thing gets hard, I'm going to need a new life insurance policy. And possibly a wheelchair. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that? I'm out here with Strength 7 and she's carrying a baseball bat in her skirt.
The System chimed in with obvious glee.
[Alert: Host has made direct physical contact with a futanari bulge.
Congratulations! You have unlocked the achievement "First Hands-On Experience".
Current status: Your hand is now officially braver than your entire body.
Would you like to save this moment as a core memory? Y/N]
Hiroto thought back desperately, "This is not the time for achievements, you bastard!"
Alyra leaned in closer, her breath brushing his ear as she whispered softly:
"Feel that? That's what happens when I see a cute, rare male like you. It gets so heavy… so eager. Wouldn't you like to know how it feels when it's fully awake?"
Hiroto's face burned crimson. He tried to pull his hand back, but Alyra held it there for just a second longer, her golden eyes sparkling with possessive delight.
The System chimed again, clearly enjoying itself.
[Warning: Heart rate elevated. Blood flow redirected.
Note: Your palm is currently experiencing more action than you've had in your entire previous life.
Do you require emotional support or a cold shower?]
Sylvara's eyes narrowed dangerously. She stepped forward and firmly pulled Hiroto's hand away from Alyra, her grip on his wrist almost painfully tight. Her voice was low, cold, and unmistakably possessive.
"Alyra. That's enough."
There was a clear warning in her tone — and something sharper. Jealousy.
Alyra pouted cutely, but her eyes were still locked on Hiroto with hungry satisfaction.
"I was just being friendly~ He needs to know what he's missing, doesn't he?"
She looked at Hiroto one last time, her golden eyes dark with promise.
"Tell me, handsome… did it feel good? Heavy, right? Warm? If you ever want to feel it without the clothes in the way… my room is always open for you. I'll take very good care of you."
Sylvara pulled Hiroto closer to her side, her body language clearly protective and dominant.
"He's with me, Alyra. Training. Not playing."
Alyra grinned wider, her tail flicking with clear challenge.
"For now~ Don't worry, Lady Sylvara. I can be very patient… but I don't like sharing my toys either."
She blew Hiroto a kiss and turned around with a deliberate sway of her hips and tail, but before disappearing completely, she glanced over her shoulder one last time, her voice carrying on the morning air with dangerous sweetness:
"And if you make me wait too long… I might come find you instead. Sweet dreams tonight, Hiroto~ I'll be thinking about how good your hand felt on me."
The clearing fell silent again.
Hiroto stared at the spot where Alyra had been, his hand still tingling from the contact. His heart was pounding, and he wasn't sure if it was from fear, embarrassment, or something else entirely.
Sylvara turned to him, her emerald eyes narrowed.
"You're attracting trouble."
Hiroto gave her a tired, wry smile.
"Yeah… I noticed. Any advice?"
Sylvara stepped closer, her body almost touching his, her voice low and serious.
"Get stronger. Fast. Because if you don't… I might not be the only one who wants to keep you."
The System chimed softly.
[Quest Progress: Form your First Bond with a Futanari Companion — 89% Complete.]
[Secondary Bond Interest Detected. Competition Mode Activated.]
Hiroto looked at the notification and sighed deeply.
Great. Now I have two futanari fighting over me…
And I just got my first hands-on experience with what "well-equipped" really means.
This second life is officially a harem disaster.