Possessed by swimming instructor Yuri Asakura, I masturbate once a day♡ Day 3 Night (Patreon)

"Haa… not yet…♥"

Slumped on the bench, I stared absently at the ceiling while feeling my fingertips twitch. Yuri-chan's body was still trembling faintly, with my juices still oozing slowly from between my legs.

That's when it happened—

Suddenly, unfamiliar scenes from someone else's memories flooded my mind. Images of Yuri-chan talking to her coach. My own hand signing nighttime practice permission forms. Like fast-forwarding through a movie, fragments of memories surfaced one after another.

"…!?"

I instinctively sat upright. This was… Yuri-chan's memories?

This never happened before. Previously, I could only possess her body—but now, somehow, I could access her knowledge and experiences too.

"Heheh… no fucking way…"

My reflection in the mirror showed a grin tinged with madness. This felt like total domination, like I'd penetrated to the very depths of this body's existence. Testing the connection, I let slip words this mouth had never spoken before.

"Ohhh… so employees can use the pool at night…♡"

Panting heavily, I sorted through the information flooding my mind—practice schedules, coaching notes, staff meeting minutes. All of it, every scrap pulled straight from Yuri-chan's memories.

"Damn… I can access everything? Fuck, I've completely taken you over, haven't I…♥"

I lightly slapped my own cheek. It hurt. Of course it did—this body belonged entirely to me now. Even Yuri-chan's memories had become nothing more than entertainment data for my enjoyment.

"Good girl, such a good girl…♡"

Stroking my lower belly, I whispered to my reflection:

"Giving me your memories too? What an obedient little thing you are…♥"

Following the newly surfaced memories led me straight to the knowledge of where reception kept their keys. Who knew I could just freely browse the owner's memories now? At first, I thought I'd just possessed some random girl's body.

"Ahaha! You're completely mine now…♡"

Roughly tousling my (her) green hair, I didn't care when strands fell across my forehead. Because even her memories were under my control now.

"Mmm… remember this, Yuri-chan?"

I addressed my reflection.

"Everything about you… pool access, friendships, secrets… they're all mine now…♡"

Peeling back an eyelid, I observed the faintly bloodshot membrane beneath. Every scene these eyes had witnessed, every sound these ears had heard—fragments of Yuri-chan's life had become part of my collection.

"I wonder what you were thinking about? Even during practice, were you thinking of me?"

Feigning innocence, I tilted my head.

"Eh? About competitions? Boooring♥"

The sensation of swimming through her sea of memories was intoxicating. That guilty thrill like secretly reading her diary for the first time. The excitement of peering into someone else's inner world made my crotch heat up again.

"Ah… getting turned on even now…♡"

I laughed while slapping my thigh.

"You're just a hopeless little bitch now… can't even hide how much you love me watching…♥"

Suddenly, I noticed my reflection—Yuri-chan's face—wearing an expression of eerie resignation. As if she'd exhausted whatever will to resist remained. Seeing this made my grin widen further.

"Okay then~ Looks like I'll be enjoying you to my heart's content from now on…♡"

The wall clock pointed to 6 PM. While other staff members hurriedly prepared to leave, I methodically packed my things using Yuri-chan's memories as a guide. The receptionist waved at me with a bright smile.

"See you tomorrow, Yuri-san! Do your best at morning practice!"

"Yes… have a safe trip…♡"

I replied effortlessly in Yuri-chan’s voice, stifling a laugh bubbling up inside me. They were completely fooled—not a shred of suspicion that their precious teammate had been taken over.

(Heh~ This is way easier to pull off than I thought♪)

Leaning against the locker in the changing room, I listened to the staff chatter. Not a single person noticed I was a "fake." The sheer thrill of it was intoxicating. I deliberately mimicked Yuri-chan's habit of brushing her hair back while joining in the conversation.

"Today's practice was pretty rough, huh~?"

"Eh? That's rare coming from you, Yuri-san! You always make it look so effortless!"

The surprise in my coworkers' voices at my response was delicious. I purposefully said things the real Yuri-chan never would. But this body was mine now, so I'd do whatever I damn well pleased♪

"Ahaha~ I'm just a little out of it today…♡" I rubbed my stomach lightly—not entirely an act, as the aftershocks of earlier still left tingles across my skin.

Just before leaving the staff room, the coach approached. Something about his height looming over me sent an odd thrill down my spine.

"Yuri, I'm counting on you for next month's qualifiers."

"Of course! I'll set a record that guarantees my selection!"

The resolute response came out instinctively. Maybe it was muscle memory—seemed I'd even inherited her competitive drive. Huh. So she really was serious about swimming…

(But tonight, well… I'll be making good use of that precious body all for myself♡)

I waved politely until the last staff member disappeared from sight, finally relaxing my expression once alone.

"Fuuuh… acting's tiring~"

The murmur slipped from my lips in Yuri-chan's voice—though I was getting pretty used to controlling another’s vocal cords now. Slinking over to the reception counter, I searched for the keyring. Just as Yuri-chan's memories indicated, I found it in the third drawer.

(Ohh, there you are♪)

The jingle of cold metal rang out as I pulled it free, swinging it playfully near my chest. With these, the pool was mine for the night. I already knew the locations of every security camera and the exact patrol schedule of the guards.

Killing time, I explored the staff-only areas. Storage rooms, equipment closets—thanks to Yuri-chan’s memories, I instantly recognized them all.

"Hee~, so this is where they keep past training data… Wait, this user log—Wow, Yuri-chan, you've been hogging the pool the most!"

Giggling at my own records, I rummaged through the fridge and helped myself to a sports drink. Even such trivial small adventures felt exhilarating when experienced through this stolen body.

While waiting for the last traces of daylight to vanish, I gazed down at the pool through the massive windows. The still water slowly darkened, the silence unsettling yet enticing.

"Aaalrighty… time for the main event♡" My chest tightened with excitement as I strode toward the door leading into the shadowy pool area, the silver key shining in my grip.

Click. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet darkness as the heavy door slid open. Stepping into the corridor surrounding the poolside, the sharp scent of chlorine filled the air, amplified by the enclosure.

"Whoa… seriously, I have the whole place to myself…"

My voice bounced across the high ceiling and vast space. Illuminated only by dim emergency lights and streetlamps filtering through the windows, the pool glowed an eerie bluish-white. The absence of daily noise and the enveloping darkness sent shivers through me—only these were pleasurable.

"Heh… a place this nice, and you can’t even enjoy it properly during the day with all those people around."

Tossing the keys onto the reception desk, I walked along the pool's edge, my borrowed waterproof slippers tapping rhythmically. The nighttime chill made goosebumps rise along my (her) bare arms.

"Brrr!"

I dipped a foot in, splashing lightly. The cold spray made me yelp. As a guy, I'd never once gotten to use the pool like this—let alone in her body. The sheer wickedness of it all was irresistible.

"Ahh… Yuri-chan’s body is so used to the water, huh?"

Sinking deeper, I felt muscles instinctively adjust to the resistance. Her body retained little things—subtle temperature shifts, water pressure. Every tiny sensation stood out.

Waist-deep now, I paused to look around. The only sound was the slight ripple of water echoing in the vast darkness. No eyes watching me. No one to judge. Just… complete freedom.

"I could stay here all night…♡"

The wall clock read 8 PM. Over two hours left before security rounds. Gazing down, I watched eerie reflections dance across the white-tiled bottom. So… this was the real "midnight swim" experience?

"Oh—floaty toy!"

A staff kickboard lay discarded by the edge. Snatching it up, I tossed it playfully—splash! A wave hit my face, forcing my eyes shut in laughing surprise.

"Mmm… this feeling… been too long."

Cupping water in my hands, I poured it over my collarbones. The way droplets cascaded between my breasts before splitting left and right fascinated me. I repeated it again just for fun.

(Wonder how Yuri-chan really felt when she swam…)

Her memories suggested intense dedication. But I was in control now. Tonight was purely for my enjoyment—that thought alone coiled excitement in my stomach.

"Welp… now the grand entrance, I guess♡"

Spreading my arms, I took a deep breath and let myself sink in fully. Water enveloped me up to my chest, making the tight swimsuit feel even more present. My hair floated, strands drifting against my nape.

"Haaah… this is nice…"

My own secret time. No interruptions. A space just for me—well, me-in-her, anyway.

Resting against the furthest lane divider, I tilted my head back. Through the window, the moon cast rippling ribbons of light across the water’s surface.

"Nngh!♡ Ahh—seriously, I didn’t even—mmph, it feels too much already…♡"

Cheeks burning, I swirled my toes through the shimmering reflections, delighting as the golden fragments danced. A wide grin tugged at my lips.

I settled onto the pool's edge, legs swinging lazily as ripples formed with each small splash. In the quiet of the night, only the soft plip plop of water echoed around me. For a moment, it almost felt like Yuri-chan was sitting beside me—though of course, her consciousness had long since been tucked away inside this body.

"Hey… Yuri-chan."

The words slipped out without thinking—easy, casual, as if I were talking to an old friend.

"Turns out you're kinda incredible, you know? Standing on podiums, winning races… Me? The only time anyone ever praised me was during the company’s year-end karaoke party."

A quiet laugh escaped me as I kicked lightly at the water, droplets landing on my thighs. The coolness felt refreshing.

"Thirty years of drifting through life. Third-rate college, dead-end job—the kind where I swear the desk had 'YOU ARE EXPENDABLE' carved into it. Nobody ever needed me for anything."

My reflection—her reflection—warped slightly in the water. Moonlight caught the greenish tint in her hair, casting a faint glow.

"Only hobby I ever put effort into was fighting games at the arcade. Five years with the same character just to scrape my way up to a second-tier ranking plate. That… that actually made me happy, stupid as it sounds."

I cupped water in my palm and let it spill back in fat drops, watching the moon’s reflection tremble.

Then—a sudden swell of something in my chest. Maybe it was her memories flickering to life. Flashes of her straining through laps, nights spent crying in frustration, the rare smile on the podium… all bleeding into me.

"…You worked, huh."

I surprised myself saying it. I’d started off just eyeing her like some conquest. But now? Now I knew her.

(Ah, well.) My own life barely mattered anyway. "Just a roadkill casualty."

I drew my legs up, kicking hard against the surface. A wide ripple expanded outward.

"Alright. Two laps it is."

Nervously slipping into the water, I flinched—the deep end still terrified me, but Yuri-chan's body instinctively remembered how to float. The way her hands cut through the water, the rhythm of her breathing… it was all ingrained in muscle memory.

"Whoa… amazing."

My clumsy initial strokes quickly smoothed out. The sensation of water gliding over my—her—skin was indescribable. Entirely different from swimming as a man. Her body just fitted the water’s flow, barely any resistance.

"Mmm… so good~"

Breaststroking slowly, I marveled at how the water pressure squeezed my chest just right. New sensations everywhere—even the way my swimsuit fabric rippled against my skin with each movement.

Pausing at the wall, I gasped for air, pushing wet strands from my face. Droplets fell from my lashes.

"Hah… So this is why girls love swimming."

According to her memories, Yuri-chan had swum since she was five. Through pain, through exhaustion—she’d never stopped. That dedication now hummed inside me, resonating somewhere deep.

"Tch. Getting teary-eyed now? Pathetic."

I splashed water onto my face to hide it. Ridiculous—a ghost getting emotional.

Pushing off, I attempted butterfly stroke. Her body arced effortlessly, rising weightless between waves. The floating sensation was addictive. "So this is what flying feels like…"

"Wanna keep going… want more—"

But exhaustion crept up. Even Yuri-chan’s trained muscles had limits. Clutching the edge, I panted heavily.

And then, under my breath—

"……Thanks, Yuri-chan."

The words left me oddly flustered. The pool’s nighttime stillness amplified the loneliness, hollow and vast.

I found myself staring at my own floating hands—the pinkish fingertips glowing lewdly under the dim blue pool lights. Somehow, the serious mood from earlier had evaporated completely.

(Hah… how pathetic. Getting all sentimental like a damn ghost getting emotional.)

Still in the swimsuit, I slid a hand over my chest, buoyant in the water—softer, fuller than usual. Just brushing a nipple sent new ripples of pleasure through me, the water amplifying every sensation. The sleek racing suit, thin when wet, almost felt like it heightened sensitivity.

(Yuri-chan’s body… not bad for playing around in, huh?) ♡

Rolling onto my back, I traced a hand down my waist. The water resisted, yet somehow twisted my touch into something else—new, teasing. Fingers skimming my inner thigh met just enough drag to turn the friction into a shivery, tickling pleasure.

(Mmm… Completely different from dry land…) ♡

I arched in the water, lifting my waist with one hand. The way the suit dug into my skin in some places while freeing others—ungh, perfect. Even the straps biting into my shoulders somehow hurt right, pain sweetening into a thrum under my skin.

Then—an idea.

(Ah… right! It’s the middle of the night—no one’s here. I could just… go naked.**)

My pulse jumped. Started as just testing the swimsuit, but… why stop there? A private pool, dead of night—this was the perfect chance.

(Heh… genius move, me.) ♡

I swam to the edge, reaching back to unhook the straps first. The moment one strap slipped, my chest lifted with a soft give, and I sighed helplessly.

(Haaah… so this is how they float free in water—)

Taking it slow, I loosened the other strap, watching through the shimmering surface as the suit slid down my shoulders. Nipples met the night air and pebbled tight instantly, even as the suit still clung around my hips. Topless now, halfway to exposed.

(Yuri-chan’s tits… look good under moonlight, huh?)

The irony wasn’t lost on me. Her rigorously trained athlete’s body had become my toy. Just floating there, watching them bob with the water, got me going. A playful poke sent tiny ripples radiating around each nipple.

(Sorry, sorry… but it feels too good to stop, so—forgive me, yeah?)

Grinning shamelessly, I tugged at the waistband next. A little shift, a pull—it’d slip right off. No gravity, no struggle. Just slick surrender to the water.

(Alright… let’s do this—) ♡

Adjusting my stance, I began easing the suit down. The fabric billowed underwater, bubbles rising as it drifted lower. Almost there… naked swimming unlocked. My heart hammered against my ribs.

I perched on the pool's edge, slowly peeling the swimsuit downward. The fabric floated around my waist before twisting free entirely with a liquid flip. Cold night air rushed over bare skin, raising goosebumps.

"Haah… god*damn."

My voice shook at the sheer novelty of it. Moonlight etched my reflection sharply onto the water’s surface—viridian strands fanning out, breasts bobbing softly, my lower half dissolving into glowing blue.

(I’m actually… completely naked.)

The concrete bit into my ass, sending a shiver up my spine. No barriers left—just skin meeting air. Pure, unambiguous transgression.

"Heh… one witness and my afterlife’s over—"

My throat tightened. I palmed my left breast, dragging it underwater just to feel the way the resistance warped its shape. Surreal. That whip-smart honor student’s body, reduced to this.

Nipples peaked tighter under the breeze. Each breath made my chest sway against the water’s pull. Freed pubic hair drifted, thighs luminous in the blue glow.

(Wait—this is literally a 3D porn scene.)

Grinning at my own absurdity, I sank deeper. Water enveloped me all at once—pressure everywhere, bubbles tickling upward beneath my breasts. Submerged completely now, the drain’s current brushed distinctly against my crotch.

Opening my eyes underwater, my body gleamed cobalt. Hair fanned like seaweed, buoyant tits swaying—ethereal. I spun in place, watching currents glide over every curve.

(Whoa… holy shit, I look like a damn siren.)

The comparison startled me with its accuracy. Resurfacing, I propped my elbows on the edge to admire the view. From this angle? Downright obscene.

Then—clack. A distant door snapped shut. I ducked lower. (Guard’s patrol?) Squinting, I rifled through stolen memories—9:30 PM rounds. Still safe.

(Haah… too fucking close.)

Hand pressed to my chest, I gauged my racing pulse. Danger and arousal bled together into something electrifying. Never felt this alive when I was, well, alive. Face barely above water, I listened. No footsteps. Relief.

(Then again… caught or not, I can just ghost my way out, huh?)

The realization made me snicker. Cheating death’s perks, I guess. The sheer audacity lightened my mood.

Bolder now, I drifted toward the deep end—weightless. Toes searching for tiles that weren’t there, tits skimming the surface with just their tips exposed. That almost-touch? Maddening.

(Sorry, Yuri-chan~ But you don’t mind this much, right?) ♡

Kicking playfully sent water cascading over my bare stomach. Breasts jiggled with each rotation, ass rippling under the wake. A giddy laugh bubbled up. Trashy? Oh, absolutely. Fun? Hell yes.

Fully submerged again, buoyancy took over—hair and flesh adrift. Spinning slowly, I could almost believe I’d grown a mermaid’s tail.

Occasionally, I’d freeze at distant sounds. But mostly? Just played. Soon, nudity stopped feeling illicit. Just… natural. Like this was how bodies were meant to exist—no barriers, no shame. Just water and moonlit skin.

A sharp kick off the surface—and freezing water rushed between my thighs. Every tiny current sent electricity up my hypersensitive nerves.

"Hyaaah…♡ Wh-what the hell, this current’s too damn much…♡"

Even just flexing my toes underwater made my slit throb. No fabric to muffle it—just raw, liquid friction. Each slow stroke sent chills arcing from my underarms right down to my nipples.

"Whoa there, already close? ♡ You’re this desperate?"

My reflection shimmered back at me—eyes glassy, lips parting in helpless pleasure. That this elite swimmer’s body could unravel so filthily under simple touches? Heat coiled low in my gut.

Starting a lazy flutter kick, the water squeezed my inner thighs—rubbing just there. A cluster of bubbles swirled up right from my parted folds. Fuck, I could see it.

"Ah-ahn Naughty girl… already getting sloppy down there? ♡ Even your little wrinkles are on full display♡"

I nearly laughed. Yuri-chan must’ve trained here for years—dead serious, medals on her mind. Now her own lane was my personal playground, her body writhing under phantom waves.

Diving deeper, I flipped—breasts crushed by the water’s weight.

"Ngh! W-wait, this…♡"

Buoyancy made them float just so, nipples stiff from the icy contrast. I bit my lip to keep from groping myself right then.

Rolling onto my back, I let the current lick up my spine—down to my ass. My hips jerked once, hard.

"F-fuck… no way I’m stopping now…♡"

Breaching the surface, I gasped for air. The danger of guards should’ve sobered me, but god, imagining how lewd I must look from below—spread out, naked—only fed the fire.

"Too dirty… defiling a sacred swim lane like this…♡"

Testing my chest, fingertips sank into water-softened flesh. Each breath quickened. Heat pooled deeper.

Finally crawling toward the edge, I floated over my own reflection—sinuous, wanting.

"Haa… can’t blame me for getting off to this, right…?♡"

One finger trailed down my slit. A final reward. Even submerged, my whole body shook when I pressed in.

"Alright… let’s really have fun, then.♡"

Standing where the water lapped against my chest, I eased a finger between my folds. The slick resistance of water made it plunge too easily inside.

"Ngh!?♡ W-wait, this is… so much…♡"

Buoyancy made my body weightless—letting me reach deeper than before. When my middle finger traced inner walls, they squirmed like trapped silk. Nothing like a man’s nerves—this heat, this precision.

My right hand groped my own chest, cupping full weight. Floating breasts warped with every squeeze—unpredictable pleasure. A pinch of my nipple between thumb and forefinger sent my hips shuddering.

"Haaah…♡ How many times is this now, hm? ♡ Coming nonstop like this… so downright lewd…♡"

Despite the taunt, my fingers turned tender—exploring slow. Then—there. A twitch under my touch. Ah.

"Oho~ This spot? ♡"

I pressed up. My whole spine arched instantly, water sloshing wildly. This sensation—amplified by submersion. Water cushioned the bluntness, letting waves of pleasure linger deeper.

"No way… girls’ bodies are… unreal…♡"

My left hand seized my other breast, kneading roughly. Watching them morph underwater—nipples pebbling under my grip. My right hand sped up, shaky but unrelenting.

"C’mon, elite swimmer, fight back ♡ Not that this easy little cunt would—bet you lost matches just from gushing mid-race ♡"

The mirror-like surface showed my face—dissolving. No trace of Yuri-chan’s stoic focus remained. As my hips rocked, my inner walls clung, pulsing like something alive.

"Nn-ah! ♡ Nh… this—!"

Every nerve converged there. Golden lights fizzled at the edges of my vision—oxygen be damned.

"Alright… time to break, Yuri-chan~♡."

Fingers pounded now. Bubbles swirled against my clit—stray sparks of overstimulation. Both breasts endured twisted pinches, cruel tugs.

"Ah! Ah—AHHH! ♡ Can’t—can’t, I’m—I’m coming—!! ♡"

White noise. Thunderous heartbeat. And—

"I—I’m CUMMIINNGG!! ♡♡♡"

The scream echoed off tiles. My body convulsed, hips jerking upward. A cloud of fluid dispersed underwater as my toes curled violently, back arched like a bow.

No thought of guards. No world beyond this all-consuming ecstasy. My nails dug into tender flesh, punishing my own breasts through the aftershocks. Mine. Every tremble, every gasp—mine to wring out.

"Aahhh…♡ Haah…♡ S-still… still coming…♡"

My legs trembled violently, the water between my spread thighs still tinged with the faint, cloudy evidence of my climax. Red nail marks stood out starkly against the soft flesh of my breasts.

"Haa… haa… Yuri-chan… that was amazing…♡"

Finally pulling my fingers free, I slumped against the poolside, weak and lightheaded. Spit slipped down my chin as my vision blurred—too far gone to even think straight.

Logically, getting caught like this should ruin me. And yet… I couldn't help but love it.

I slid down onto the tiled edge, hugging my wobbling legs. Pleasure still coursed through me, leaving me boneless. My chest heaved with every ragged breath, each droplet of water that hit my overheated skin sending delicious little shivers through me.

"Haah… haah… f-fuck… this is too good…"

My throat ached—parched. I’d sweat buckets, sure, but that wasn’t all. The sheer gallons I’d gushed? No wonder I was dehydrated.

Then—a dull, growing tension in my lower stomach. A slow, insistent pressure. When I squeezed my thighs together, it intensified.

"Pee…? No way, now—?"

A grin curled my lips. Of course—Yuri-chan had been in the water for ages. Her bladder must’ve hit its limit. Normally, any sane person would bolt for the toilets. But—

"…Why not here~? ♡"

No shame. Just the thrill. The pool's mirror-like surface showed me—hot-faced, flushed from my filthy exploits, green hair plastered to my damp skin.

My fingers, still shaky from before, traced the sensitive folds between my legs. Just the lightest touch made them jump.

"Heh. Fuck it~"

I shifted, lifting my hips and sitting back on the edge—legs splayed wide. Ridiculously lewd, but somehow graceful in this trained swimmer’s body.

"Sorryyy, Yuri-chan~ ♡ But pissing in the competition pool? Too hot not to…♡"

With a fake apology, I pressed against my urethra—muscles yielding—

Shhhlorp~~♡

A thin, glittering arc cut through the air before splashing into the water. What started as a delicate trickle quickly turned into a steady stream, swirling and spreading in the chlorinated blue.

"Ahh! I-It's—it's coming out…♡"

Like a geyser. Yuri-chan’s trained muscles made the force insane—spurting longer than I ever could’ve imagined. I played with the stream, clenching mid-flow just to feel the burn before letting go again, giggling.

"You held in this much? ♡ Bet you almost leaked during races~ Wish I could’ve seen that…"

As the torrent waned, I pressed my palm against my lower belly, coaxing out the last drops. A final, wet splish echoed before I sagged back, spent.

"Hah… hah… damn, that was…"

Disbelief warred with pride. A whole corner of this pristine pool now—undeniably—belonged to me.

"Pfft… this'd destroy me if we got caught…"

My breaths still came uneven. The mix of post-orgasm haze and the taboo thrill of claiming this space—perfect.

"Welp Wouldn’t have gotten away with this without you, ghost-girl Be grateful~♡"

One last taunt—and I let myself bask in the afterglow.

(GOD I worked hard on this one—hope it floors you. Had to nail the mix of depraved playfulness and Yuri-chan’s body being ruined just right. That mid-pee edging? Mm.)