Bodyjack Office Lady Shindou Yukika Chapter8 (Patreon)

The pale light of dawn seeps through the office windows, casting an eerie glow over our sweat-slicked bodies. Shindou Yukika remains on her knees, thighs pressed together, fingers fidgeting at her own damp heat. Her cheeks are flushed deep, her magenta eyes glazed—but there’s something different in her gaze now. Something hungrier.

"…Senpai."

Her voice trembles as she suddenly takes my hand—not guiding it to her breasts, not between her thighs, but up. To her head.

"Please… use both hands… touch me here… ♡"

"…Your head?"

I frown. Of all places—why? But her expression is deadly serious, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tilts her chin up, baring herself to my touch.

"Nngh… hurry… please… ♡"

Something about the way she says it—the intensity, the need—makes my pulse spike. Reluctantly, I cradle her head in my palms. Her golden hair spills between my fingers, the warmth of her scalp damp with sweat.

(Why here? Why now—?)

Then it hits me.

That night.

The night I possessed her.

Her eyes flutter shut as she inhales sharply—waiting. And when she opens them again, there’s a familiar glint in her gaze, a ghost of the same smile she wore when I first took control of her body.

"…Send your soul into me again, Senpai… use me… ♡"

My blood runs cold—then white-hot.

She’s not just asking for pleasure.

She’s begging to be taken over again.

And the worst part?

I want to.

"Are you sure about this?" My voice trembles slightly.

Shindou Yukika nods deeply, her snow-white hair swaying over her shoulders.

"Yes… I want you to use my body, all of it… for you… ♡"

At her words, I press my hands firmly against her head—just like that night. A cold sensation runs down my arms, and I feel my consciousness begin to flow out.

(Ah… this feeling again…)

My vision distorts, and Yukika's eyes seem to draw closer. The warmth of her skin, the pulse of her heartbeat, and then—

"Nngh…! A-ah… ahh… ♡"

Suddenly, my perspective shifts. I look down at "myself" kneeling on the floor, golden hair at the edge of my vision. My hands are smaller, and I feel the weight of my chest. The possession is complete.

(Yukika's body… I've taken it again…!)

This time is different from before. This time, it's with her full consent—with the clear purpose of sex. Every part of this body has been offered to me.

I touch my—no, Yukika's lips with my fingers. They're soft, slightly damp. When I squeeze my chest, the familiar bounce responds to my touch. When I stroke between my legs, I find it already warm and wet.

(Ah… she really wanted this, didn't she?)

The "Shindou Yukika" reflected in the office window is now completely mine. Her eyes shine with a man's desire, her lips slightly parted in lust. And on the floor, my original body lies asleep.

(Now… let's enjoy this body to the fullest.)

Yukika's hands slowly lift the hem of her skirt. Just the thought of the "self-love sex" that's about to begin makes my new body throb with heat—

The reflection of "Shindou Yukika" in the window glass grins uncontrollably. Me—no, her—I can't help but feel an indescribable thrill at this situation. In the forbidden space of the office, with my original body (my true self) lying asleep right there, I'm about to indulge in the most depraved act.

(Ah… this is so… immoral…)

My fingers trace the edge of my torn stockings. The thin black fabric had been restraining this body for far too long. Without hesitation, I grip both sides and—rrrip!

"Nngh…!"

The sound of tearing nylon echoes through the empty office. Cold air brushes against my exposed thighs, raising goosebumps—a sensation so fresh, so electric, that my heart pounds.

Next, the panties. My fingers hook into the lace trim, slowly—painfully slowly—pulling them aside. The damp fabric peels away, revealing the swollen, glistening folds beneath.

(Haa… incredible…)

The woman in the reflection is the very image of a fallen office lady—suit disheveled, stockings torn, her most private parts shamelessly exposed. And the most sinful part? She—I—did this willingly.

The moment my slit is fully bared, a jolt of awareness runs through me. Just the thought of what comes next makes this unfamiliar heat between my legs pulse.

The office’s cold air licks directly at my exposed flesh. My skirt is hiked up to my waist, the ruined stockings barely clinging to my hips, leaving my puffy lips completely on display. Even though I know no one can see, the sheer fact that I’m exposing myself in public sends shivers down my spine.

(Ah… this is bad…)

The "me" in the window looks exactly like those debauched office ladies from illicit videos—the top half still perfectly professional, the bottom half utterly ruined. The contrast only fuels the fire.

"Nngh…! A-ahh…!"

Suddenly, my inner thighs burn. Without even touching myself, slick warmth spills out, trailing down my legs. The sound of it—drip, drip—hitting the office floor is obscenely loud.

(Why…? I'm just exposing myself, but it's already…)

My hips push forward on their own. The edge of the cold desk brushes against my folds, sending a jolt of icy pleasure through me.

"Nngh!? Aah—! ♡"

A moan escapes before I can stop it. My sex twitches, gushing even more. It’s as if this body has been programmed to get off on exposure alone.

Trembling fingers finally touch my soaked slit. A lewd squelch fills the air as sticky strands cling to my fingertips. The reflection shows a woman with glazed eyes, tongue lolling—completely lost.

(Is this… Yukika’s exhibitionist streak?)

Who would’ve thought that this prim and proper kouhai had such filthy desires hidden inside? Or maybe—just maybe—it was my possession that imprinted this pleasure onto her.

Either way, there’s no stopping now. My hips roll, surrendering completely to the thrill of being seen.

I look down at "myself" lying helplessly on the office floor—my original body, my true form, now completely vulnerable. The zipper of my pants is already undone, my erect cock exposed, twitching slightly as if calling out to me—to this body.

(With this… I’m really going to…)

Deep inside Yukika’s body, a dull ache pulses in my womb, as if something is missing. This body craves it—that hardness, that heat.

I lift my hips, straddling "myself" with slow, deliberate movements. My skirt is hiked up to my waist, the torn stockings barely clinging to my thighs, my glistening folds fully exposed. And beneath me—waiting—is the very thing this body was made to take.

(Having sex with myself…?)

The thought is dizzying. This goes beyond any normal relationship, any rational boundary. And in the office, of all places—where anyone could walk in at any moment.

(What if… I get her pregnant?)

A fleeting thought—Yukika’s womb, fertilized by my seed. But the idea is quickly swallowed by the heat pooling between my legs. This body has already decided, far beyond the reach of reason.

My trembling fingers part my soaked folds, a lewd squelch filling the air as I exhale shakily. One more inch, and that thick, throbbing length will—

(…Are you ready for this?)

In the window’s reflection, "my" face is tense—a mix of hesitation and desperate anticipation. The pale light of dawn spills over us, illuminating the sinful ritual about to begin.

"(W-Wait…! Just going in raw like this—!?)"

My mental protest echoes uselessly—Yukika’s body doesn’t stop. My hips sink lower, her soaked folds pressing against the swollen head of my cock. A lewd, sticky squelch fills the air as arousal drips onto my shaft.

(My first time having sex… is in a woman’s body…? At least use a condom—!)

"Nngh… Senpai, you worry too much… ♡"

Yukika’s voice purrs in my mind, even as her real lips part around a moan. Her hips don’t pause, the tip of my cock sinking deeper, stretching her tight heat inch by inch.

(But if she gets pregnant—! And in the damn office—!)

"It’s fine… I’m not ovulating… Nngh… ♡"

Her reassurance comes just as her hips drop further—the crown of my cock nudging directly against her cervix, making her back arch. Her thoughts are already drowning in pleasure, beyond reason.

(At least… pick a nicer place… take it slow—)

"Aha… Senpai’s so cute right now… ♡"

Her fingers—my fingers—brush over my original body’s cheek, even as her hips keep sinking, swallowing half of my length.

(Hey, seriously—!?)

"Nngh… chu~… Senpai’s baby…"

Her mental voice is saccharine, dripping with want. Her movements pause—the point of no return looming.

"Let’s make one… inside me… ♡"

And with that—

"Nngha!? A-AHHH—!! ♡♡"

She slams down, taking me to the hilt. Her cervix kisses the tip, sending white-hot pleasure exploding behind my eyes. There’s no resisting now.

This body—her body—is already lost.

Drowning in sin.

Drowning in me.

"Nngh… chu~… Senpai, you're going in… ♡"

Yukika's voice is sweet, dripping with pleasure. My hips begin to sink down, the head of my cock pressing into her slick entrance. A lewd, wet sound echoes in the quiet office as her arousal drips down her thighs.

(Wait, wait, wait! We can still—!)

"I won't wait. ♡"

My thoughts are frantic, but Yukika's body is relentless. Her fingers trail over my chest—my original body's chest—as she rolls her hips, teasing me with the slow, deliberate movement.

"Aha… Senpai, how does my pussy feel? Your first time in a girl's body… and it's mine… ♡"

Her words make her inner walls clench around me, a tight, wet heat that makes me bite back a groan. The sensation is overwhelming—her body is made for this.

(Damn it… in the office… raw…!)

"Fufu… I might get pregnant, you know? My womb is so hot right now… ♡"

Her hips sink lower, swallowing a third of my length. The heat from her core is undeniable—her body is burning for me.

(No, but—!)

"Nnchu… Senpai, my body feels good, right? The way I'm squeezing you… Nngh~ ♡"

Her fingers lift the hem of her skirt, exposing the lewd sight of our joining. The obscene squelch of our bodies, the way her slickness drips down my length—it's too much.

(Ah… fuck… this feels too good… this is—!)

"Yes… feel it more… ♡"

Her movements speed up, her body taking me deeper. Half of my length is buried inside her, her cervix pressing against the tip, making my back arch.

"Nngh!? Ah… hah, hah… ♡"

Yukika's moans grow louder. In the office window, my reflection is a mess—eyes glazed, tongue lolling, completely lost in pleasure.

"Mmh… Fufu, Senpai… our first time together… let's enjoy it, okay? ♡"

Yukika's sweet voice echoes in my mind. In that moment, my consciousness is pushed forward as I take control of this female body once more. My vision sharpens, and all my senses become vivid—and then—

"Nngh!? Aaahhh—! ♡♡"

The pleasure is so intense that my voice cracks. A sensation beyond anything I've ever felt before courses through every inch of this female body. My cock—no, her cock—hits her cervix, and my hips buck on their own.

(Hah… t-this is… a woman's…!)

The walls of her pussy cling to my shaft, squeezing it with a tightness that surpasses anything I could have imagined as a man. The lewd, wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the air, the slickness between us frothing with every thrust.

"Haa… haa… a-ahh… ♡"

I shiver at the sound of my own voice—sweet, breathy, feminine. My breasts bounce with each movement, my golden hair clinging to my shoulders. Every part of me is optimized for pleasure, every sensation magnified.

"Nngh! Aah… it's too deep… it's too much… ♡"

The tip of my cock presses against her cervix, and the sensation is electric. My vision whites out as a woman's orgasm—so much deeper, so much more intense than a man's—shatters through me.

"Nnghaah!? Aaahhh—! ♡♡♡"

My back arches, my toes curling. My pussy clenches around my cock, milking it as waves of pleasure crash over me. My juices gush out, dripping down my thighs. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I can't even think—this body is completely lost in ecstasy, and my mind is swept away with it—

"Nngh…! A-Ah… what is this…♡ What is thisss…!?"

Yunika's voice spills from my throat without my control. My hips move on their own, riding my—no, my original body's cock with a desperate, greedy rhythm. Feeling a man's body while in a woman's form is… this intense?

"Ah! Nngh…! T-This is… this is weird… this is too much…♡"

The walls of my pissed, tight pussy cling to the shaft, squeezing it with a lewd, wet squish, my juices bubbling between our connected bodies. My breasts bounce with each thrust, my golden hair sticking to my sweat-slicked skin.

"Nnghaah…! A-Ah… my, my cock is…♡"

The contradiction is unbearable. I'm being fucked by my own body, yet the pleasure is 100% female—as if I'm using the most expensive sex toy in the world to pleasure myself.

"Fuaaah…! Nngh, nnaaah… I'm… I'm masturbating with sex…♡"

My hips move faster, my cervix rubbing against the tip of my cock, my spine trembling with pleasure. My female body remembers that it can cum over and over, and it chases the pleasure greedily.

"Nngah!? I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming…!♡♡"

My body jerks as an orgasm crashes into me, my pussy clenching down hard, my womb spasming. But I don't stop—I keep slamming my hips down, already chasing the next wave.

"Ah…! Again, again…! Nnbaaah—!♡♡"

A second time, a third time—this female body can cum endlessly, and with each climax, my voice cracks, my drool drips, my eyes glaze over.

"Haaah… haaah… my cock is… amazing…♡"

Even as I go limp, my hips keep moving. This sinful, impossible sex—this paradox of pleasure—is something I can't stop.

Suddenly, control of the body shifts back to Yukika. Her consciousness resurfaces, taking the lead.

"Nnfu… I'll be the one feeling Senpai's cock this time… ♡"

Her voice is even sweeter, more distinctly feminine than when I was the one steering her movements. The rhythm of her hips changes—slower, more deliberate, savoring every inch as she rides up and down.

"Aha… It's incredible… so hot and hard like this… ♡"

She gazes down at my (her?) body, smiling as she moves with all the grace of a girl fully in control of her own pleasure. Yet beneath that soft, practiced roll of her hips, there’s an undeniable hunger—each time his tip brushes her cervix, she lets out a small, fluttering gasp.

"Senpai… does my pussy feel good…? It’s so wet for you… ♡"

She lifts her skirt with one hand, exposing where they’re joined—the sticky, obscene mess of slickness dripping down his length, the way she grips him perfectly. Her pace remains torturously slow, each deliberate downward drag followed by an equally measured rise.

"Nn… chu~… ♡ Ah, Senpai’s shape… I can feel all of it inside me… ♡"

Unlike my clumsier, desperate rutting in her body, she exudes effortless control. But the flush on her cheeks, the darkening haze in her gaze, the way her breathing quickens—she’s just as lost in it as I was.

"More… deeper… nngh!"

Then, without warning, her hips snap forward faster. Instinct takes over—she knows exactly how to angle herself to drag his cock against the perfect spot inside her.

"Ah! Nnhaa…! I-I’m… gonna…! ♡"

Her moans pitch higher, her movements turning rougher. The last traces of cute melt away. All that’s left is pure, shameless need.

(Nngh…! A, ah… Senpai, together with me…♡)

Yukika’s voice and my consciousness merge into one, trembling as they become a single, shared body. The sensations of two people overlap, the pleasure from my cock doubling in intensity. The walls of her piss-tight pussy clench down, her cervix pressing directly against the tip of my cock, rubbing against it with a lewd, intimate pressure.

"Ah…! Nngh…! T-This is…♡"

Our voices blend into a single moan—Yukika’s feminine sensitivity and my male memories fusing, amplifying the pleasure to an unbearable degree. Her body accepts my cock, swallowing it whole, yet at the same time, it devours me.

"Nnhaa…! When we feel it together… it's so much more…♡"

Her hips move deeper, faster—Yukika’s experienced movements and my desperate thrusts combining into a perfect rhythm. The lewd, wet sounds of our lovesick bodies echo through the office, the obscene squelch of our joining filling the air.

"Ah…! Nngh…! Senpai, I… we… we're…♡"

This pleasure isn’t just sex. It’s the ultimate union—two souls sharing a single body, Yukika’s feminine sensitivity and my male instincts amplifying each other, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over us.

"Nngah!? I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming…! ♡♡"

Her pussy clenches violently, squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip. A shared orgasm wracks our shared body, shaking us to the core. In this moment, there is no gender, no status—just pure, unadulterated pleasure.

(This is… the best…!)

Words can’t describe the feeling, but it fills both of our souls. In the office window, the reflection is no longer "Shindou Yukika" or "me." It’s just a single, beautiful woman, lost in the depths of pleasure.

"Nngh…! A-ah… Senpai, I'm… I can't hold on anymore…♡"

Yukika's voice trembles with heat. My original body is already on the brink, hips twitching uncontrollably. Sensing this, she smiles sweetly—yet her movements only grow faster, more desperate.

"Ah! Nnha…! Feel it… feel all of me… until the very end…♡"

Her hips piston wildly, her skirt fluttering with each thrust. Through the torn stockings, the obscene sight of her soaked slit swallowing my cock is unmistakable. Every time she bottoms out—

"Nngha!? Aah… haa, haa…♡"

—she gasps, golden hair clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. Her breasts bounce violently, the movement visible even through her disheveled suit.

"Chuu…! A-ahn… I'm almost…♡"

Her rhythm turns ravenous, angling her hips to grind my tip directly against her cervix. The office fills with the lewd slap of skin on skin, the squelch of her arousal dripping between us.

"Nnbaah…! Aaah… Senpai, I'm… I'm…!♡"

Her expression is pure, mindless ecstasy—no trace of reason left.

The final moment is here—

he pale fluorescent lights of the office illuminate our sweat-and-cum drenched bodies. Yukika's form arches back sharply, her disheveled suit blouse revealing the deep valley between her heaving breasts.

(Damn… this feels un-fucking-believable…!)

Through the torn stockings, the glistening lips of her pussy remain tightly wrapped around my still-throbbing cock. Strands of white trickle down her thighs, forming a small puddle on the office floor.

"Nngh…! Together… Senpai, let's cum together…♡"

(Ah… I can't… I can't hold on…!)

Her voice and my consciousness merge completely as we drown in ecstasy within this single female body. Her swollen cervix pulses hungrily around my tip, as if this body itself desperately craves conception.

"Aah…! Nngh…! I'm… cumming together with Senpaaaai…!♡"

(I'm cumming… I'm cummiinggg…!!)

My original body convulses violently, hips jerking uncontrollably. At that moment—

Splurt! SPLUUURT!!!!♡

The first hot wave strikes deep into her womb. My vision whites out as every nerve in this female body amplifies the sensation. Her vaginal walls rhythmically contract, guiding my seed deeper and deeper.

"Nngah!? AAAAAHHH—!!♡♡"

(Ah…! It's coming out… so much…! This feeling… female orgasms… sex is… so fucking incredible…!)

Yukika's back slams against the desk, her golden hair plastered with sweat. Her toes curl and twitch uncontrollably as our shared climax multiplies the pleasure beyond normal limits.

Splurt… glorp…♡

(Still… still coming… my cock keeps pumping raw cum deep into my kouhai…!)

Second wave, third wave—her womb drinks my essence greedily, accepting the hot liquid with slow, sensual swallows. This sensation—something I could never comprehend as a man—is overwhelmingly, exquisitely feminine.

"Nnha…! Ah, ah… Senpai's… inside me…♡"

(Inside Yukika-chan… feels so fucking good…!)

Her trembling hands stroke her lower abdomen. Even through the suit, you can see the slight swell of her fertilized womb. As if ensuring conception, her pussy continues milking my cock, determined to extract every last drop.

"Haa… haa… my belly… so warm with Senpai's…♡"

(Ah… she's completely mine now…)

The "me" reflected in the window is utterly drunk on feminine ecstasy. Eyelashes clumped with tears, lips glistening with the scent of sex. In this moment, our souls have become one through the primal pleasure of breeding—

The office's silence returns as I slowly regain consciousness in my original body. The afterglow of orgasm has already faded, leaving only a languid sense of exhaustion in its wake.

(Damn… it felt so good, but now that I'm back in my own body, I can't feel a thing…)

When I lift my eyes, an unbelievable sight unfolds before me. Shindou Yukika is sitting in her chair, her skirt hiked up, her legs spread, and her fingers pulling her freshly creampied pussy open for me to see. Thick, cloudy fluid ocks out of her, dripping down her thighs in slow, sticky trails.

"Senpai… look at me."

Her voice carries a hint of pride. She spreads her glistening folds wider, showing off the mess of cum deep inside her.

"Inside me… it's all filled with you, Senpai… ♡"

"…Yeah." My voice is hoarse. The sight of her, ruined by my seed, is unbearably erotic.

"I'm already… completely yours, Senpai. I can't resist you anymore. ♡"

At her words, I slowly stand, then kneel in front of her. My fingers hook under her chin, pulling her closer.

"…That's right. You're mine now."

"Yes… ♡"

She closes her eyes, smiling in bliss. The morning sun streams through the office window, illuminating the new relationship between us.

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