The second time Mitsuha woke up in Taki's body, she recognized the room right away. She hadn't really expected for it to happen again. With a low, gravelly groan, heavy with sleep, she rolled over onto her back.

And she gasped at what she saw.

About half way down her…his body, the sheet was not laying down flat as it should have been…And she felt something hot resting against her stomach.

Immediately, she knew what it was.

She tried to will it away. She thought about Yotsuha and her grandmother and the humiliation this boy had apparently caused her at school the other day—and undoubtedly would today. But this morning wood wasn't about to be chopped down.

She groaned again, this time in frustration. She'd just have to get on with her day—well, his day—and hop that this…situation would clear itself up. This wasn't enough of a reason to cause herself to be late for school. She'd probably be late because she hadn't memorized precisely how to get there last time.

Taki charged his phone on his nightstand, so she only had to reach over and unplug it to check the time. And then she noticed something she hadn't been expecting.

It was Saturday.

A shot of relief went through her before it was chased by a new bit of alarm. Did Taki work on Saturdays? If so, how early? She hastily unlocked his phone using his thumbprint and checked his schedule. Clear until that evening.

Mitsuha let her head fall back in relieve, dropping her arms back to her sides.

And she, once again, noticed the bulge in front of her. Apparently her minor freakout hadn't done anything to deter it.

She gulped, glancing at Taki's closed door. Maybe…

No! It was wrong, it was invasive, and besides all that, she didn't want to do it! Having to learn to pee with one of those things had been hard enough.

But…

Alright, she was curious. What in the heck did it feel like when it was like that? Surely it wouldn't be wrong to just touch it.

Hesitantly, Mitsuha reached down to her waist, and poked the tip, still wrapped up in blankets. It was definitely hard, but that wasn't the surprising part.

Even just that slight touch sent a jolt through her groin, causing everything to clench for a second. But, pleasantly so. Very pleasantly so.

More curious now, Mitsuha poked it again, with a little but more pressure. The reaction wasn't so big this time, probably because she'd been expecting it. But still, her curiosity was piqued.

Mitsuha slipped out from under the covers, immediately noticing that extra weight falling off her stomach as she pushed up to a kneeling position. She shut the drapes by the bed and padded over to the door. She flicked the lock on it, ensuring that no one would catch her…exploring.

Then she looked down.

It was pointing out in front of her, nearly straight. It was more than a few inches long, probably five or six. Certainly enough to make her eyes bug out. She had no idea if that was a normal size for a man, but the idea of having to take something like that inside herself was bewildering.

She sat down on the edge of his bed, never taking her eyes off of the tent in his blue boxers. With great hesitancy, she reached out, flip-flopping many times before finally grasping the thing in her hand.

Wow.

It was so hot in her hand, and it reacted so strongly to her touch. Experimentally, she pumped her hand back and forth, feeling the flesh move with her underneath the boxers. It filled her with relief. Like this thing had been begging for her to touch it. Like it was what she had woken up for this morning.

Accidentally, she wrapped her thumb around the head and couldn't help but break into a smile at the feeling. Now that was good.

A goofy smile on her face, Mitsuha fell back, lying on the bed with her feet on the floor and her right hand just feeling around through the boxers. When she realized that strokes seemed to be the best way to get the job done, she realized that the boxers were only getting in her way. She reached down with both hands and kicked them off before realizing that she hadn't ever looked at one before.

She stopped her ministrations, just to stare at it for a minute. She'd pushed herself up to her elbows and blinked. It was kinda wrinkly. And veiny. Pretty unattractive altogether. But at the same time…

It was so sexual.

She felt her insides ignite a little bit as she took the bare cock in her hand, beginning to stroke it gently. The friction felt good, but the way her hand pulled at the sensitive skin was also a little uncomfortable. Spotting a bit of liquid seeping out the tip already, Mitsuha swiped at it with a blush, spreading it along the length, noticing that that seemed to smooth things along and she could up her tempo. The more she pulled at it, the more she felt a foreign movement underneath it. And then she realized that the bulge she'd woken up to that morning wasn't the only thing to play with.

Still pumping, she reached her left hand down below, and started fondling the balls. It was different than just the pumping, and harder to get the hang of. What felt good and what felt strange wasn't quite as intuitive.

But really, most everything felt good.

It was so different from what she'd expected. All she'd learned when she was younger about these parts of a boy was that they were tender and could get hurt easily. But right now, she couldn't pump it hard enough.

Eventually, she switched to stroking the length with her left hand, while she deftly played with the head on her right. Right underneath the head was without a doubt where it felt the best. She didn't notice at first, but she'd begun thrusting her hips in time with her left hand, trying to get as much friction as she could. She was breaking out in a sweat, working at herself as the pleasure kept growing and growing.

This was obviously why boys thought about sex all the time. This wasn't even the real thing; it was just masturbating, but it felt fucking amazing. If she were a boy, she'd be jerking it every day, probably even multiple times a day. Hell, when she got back into her own body, she was going to have to experiment a little bit!

Suddenly, she felt everything getting a little sharper. All the focus in the world was concentrated on her dick, and as she lay on her back, she reached her left hand up to tease her nipples under her shirt whilst absolutely jack-hammering her right hand on the top half of her cock, begging to finish, begging to cum…

And she did. Ropes of it began to shoot out, landing all up and down her shirt.

She didn't expect it to keep going, but she kept pumping lightly until the last of it dribbled out the tip, spilling onto her hands.

For a minute, she lay there, letting her breathing slow down.

Wow.

That had been fucking incredible.

She felt the cum on her hand begin to cool, and instantly she realized that she didn't know precisely how to clean up this mess.

She looked down at the shirt, flushing immediately with shame. Obviously, she would have to do his laundry. As for his hand…

Mitsuha looked around, spotting some tissues. And some hand sanitizer. She rushed over to them with relief, noticing that his dick was hanging more than it had been before. As she began cleaning herself up, all she could think was good. She'd taken care of the problem.

The shame and guilt began to ebb a little bit, but she still felt them wrapping around in her chest. She had no choice but to promise herself that she would never do this again.

Well, on purpose. But if she ended up with a hard on again by accident, then she didn't have any choice but to deal with it, right?

Bonus that's too short to post by itself! Updated version of the Katawaredoki scene.

"You drank that?"

"Eh?"

"You idiot! Pervert!"

He could only grunt in confusion. What was she talking about? He had gotten her to come back to life by drinking that. And she was mad at him?

"Oh yeah, and you touched my boobs!"

His whole body tensed. She had him there.

"How do you know that?"

"Yotsuha saw it!"

She was covering her chest, but his eyes only stayed there for a second before roving down her body. Oh, she didn't know the half of it…

His eyes darted back up to hers.

"Oh! Sorry, I couldn't help it! It was just once."

"Just once?"

She drew away for a second, still looking at him warily. Then she lashed out again. "Don't matter how many times! Jerk."

Okay, just apologize. Apologize a million times over and just try to hide the guilt so that she doesn't suspect that it was anything more than Yotsuha told her.

"Sorry."

She eyed him for another moment. And then he could have sworn that she saw her gaze flicker down his body before she looked up, blushing. And the anger seemed to melt away from her body. Thank goodness.

"Oh, this…"

A subject change. Brilliant. Best jump on it before she changed her mind and decided to be mad again. She always had been good at being mad at him.

Yeah…maybe he loved her…but this was a secret he was taking to his grave.

FIN

A/N: Yep, standard disclaimer that I don't have male genitalia and I have no idea what male masturbation is actually like. If I got anything factually wrong, feel free to let me know! So, that's it for now. If you want any more smut from me in any fandom, you'll have to request it, because right now I'm not writing anything!

Thanks for reading!