The Big-Dicked Shota - Chapter 2
“We’re here.”
After trudging through the dense forest for what felt like forever, they finally arrived at a small, lonely cabin standing quietly in the middle of an open field. A neat little garden stretched beside it, clearly well cared for. There was no mistaking it—this was someone’s home.
“This is…?”
“My place.”
The moment they stepped inside, the woman set Shota down from her back, and he immediately looked around with wide, curious eyes.
The words ‘witch’s house’ fit the place so perfectly it almost made him laugh.
The dimly lit room carried a faint, sharp scent of herbs and medicine. Dried wild plants dangled from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly. Glass jars filled with strange powders, liquids, and things Shota couldn’t even name lined the shelves across the walls.
“This is… amazing…”
“Hehe, surprised? Bet it’s a lot to take in if you’ve never seen this kind of place before.”
“Um… Onee-san… Do you live here all by yourself?”
“Yep. Just me.”
“Ah… I see…”
The woman chuckled quietly at the awkward question and casually walked toward the back of the cabin.
“Sit tight, alright? I’ll grab you some clothes and run the bath.”
“B-Bath!?”
“Of course. You’re a mess. You might as well clean up. So behave and wait here, okay?”
Her wide, curvy hips swayed with every step as she disappeared into the back, leaving Shota staring after her like a statue.
And as if his body was responding to his wandering thoughts, his dick throbbed harder, the bulge in his pants growing more painful with each second.
Alone with a beautiful woman, inside her house.
And not just any woman—an insanely gorgeous, stacked bombshell straight out of his wildest imagination.
The tight, scandalous outfit barely contained her absurd curves. Her massive breasts and bouncing ass jiggled with every step, impossible to ignore.
Her entire existence was dangerous. A walking, breathing weapon made of soft skin and sex appeal. Every time she moved, his hormones went into overdrive.
And now, he was in her home.
And she was preparing a bath.
There wasn’t a single boy his age who wouldn’t be drowning in filthy thoughts by now.
Even grown men wouldn’t hold it together in this situation.
Shota completely forgot to hide his bulging erection, his breathing heavy and shallow.
“So this is where Onee-san lives…”
His eyes wandered around the room, soaking in every detail.
Her clothes hung casually in the corners.
A vanity decorated with makeup and sparkling jewelry sat by the wall.
Cloaks and spare hats draped lazily over hooks.
Stockings and garter belts tossed on chairs without a care.
And sitting right there on the bed in the corner…
A ridiculously huge bra and a pair of panties so thin they looked like they’d snap with a single pull.
“This place… smells nice…”
Shota sniffed the air like a curious puppy, wandering further into the room.
A faint, sweet scent clung to everything—the unmistakable smell of a woman. It mixed with the sharper, earthy notes of herbs and medicine, teasing his senses and making his head feel light and fuzzy.
His dick, already hard enough to hurt, pulsed stronger. Precum leaked freely now, soaking his underwear and pants, spreading the stain wider and darker.
Shota wasn’t just gifted down there. His sex drive was ridiculous.
Even full-grown men would be shocked at how much he could shoot.
And right now, his body showed no signs of slowing down.
The image of Onee-san burned into his mind.
“She’s… so pretty…”
He closed his eyes, the memory of her bouncing, jiggling breasts right in front of him replaying in his head.
Breasts so massive they completely dwarfed his face.
Soft, heavy curves that swayed with every tiny movement.
“Onee-san’s boobs… were amazing…”
Since arriving in this bizarre world and meeting Onee-san, his body hadn’t calmed down for a second.
The terror from earlier was gone. All that remained was the lewd image of her body pressed into his brain.
“Haa… haa… Onee-san… Onee-san…”
Driven purely by instinct, Shota kept sniffing around the room like a dog in heat, completely lost to reason.
Before he even realized it, his right hand drifted down, rubbing over the bulge in his pants, his body moving on its own.
So lost in his daze, he didn’t even notice when Onee-san returned.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
“Huh!? Waaah!”
“Good grief… I look away for one second and you’re already like this? Honestly, no self-control at all.”
The sound of her heels clicked across the wooden floor, each slow, exaggerated step echoing sharply through the room.
The deliberate rhythm of her approach sent a shiver down his spine. His face drained of color, but his traitorous body betrayed him completely—the tent in his pants standing tall and obvious.
“U-Um…”
“Hmm?”
“I… uh… nevermind…”
There was no way he could admit it. That her scent alone had him rock hard. That seeing her underwear tossed casually around the room drove him crazy. That he’d been rubbing himself, imagining her body pressed against his.
But no excuses came to mind either.
All he could do was stare at the floor, drowning in shame and awkwardness.
“I… I’m sorry… Please don’t be mad…”
In a desperate show of sincerity, Shota bowed so deep his forehead nearly touched the floor.
He couldn’t even bring himself to look up.
Was she angry? Disgusted? Laughing at him?
He didn’t know.
What he missed entirely was the sharp, hungry grin curling on Onee-san’s lips, the way her crimson eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement.
“Looked to me like you were playing with your cute little thing down there… So, mind telling me exactly what you were doing?”
“I… I’m sorry…!”
“Oh? Did I ask for an apology? I asked what you were doing.”
“Ugh…”
Her teasing words left him cornered, and all he could do was let out a weak whimper.
Meanwhile, his erection stayed painfully hard, precum already leaking through his pants and soaking the fabric.
“Breaking into a woman’s house, barely know her name, sniffing around like a perverted puppy… And getting yourself worked up over her scent? My, my… you’re quite the naughty little brat.”
“I-I’m sorry…”
“Mmm? That thing down there doesn’t look very sorry to me.”
Timidly lifting his head, Shota found Onee-san crouched right in front of him.
Her flawless face hovered so close, their noses nearly touched. Her teasing, predatory smile reminded him of a mischievous cat playing with her prey.
“Why’s your precious little guy standing so proud, hmm?”
Her eyes wandered between his flushed face and his swollen crotch, clearly reveling in his humiliation.
But Shota’s gaze was trapped somewhere else entirely.
Her breasts.
Massive, impossibly large, stuffed into that skimpy, skin-tight dress. Her cleavage didn’t dip into a Y—it was squeezed into a deep, obscene I-shape, looking ready to burst free with the slightest movement.
The sinful swell of her breasts wobbled gently as she leaned closer, taunting him.
“You’re not even looking at my face… Where exactly are those eyes of yours wandering?”
“I… I’m sorry…”
“Haha… Helpless little thing.”
She leaned in further, her beautiful face filling his entire vision.
Flustered and overwhelmed, Shota quickly dropped his head again.
The gentle, amused smile never left her face.
“Saying sorry doesn’t mean much when you’re still pitching a tent that proud, you know.”
“Ugh…”
Her slender fingers traced along the outline of his erection, sending a sharp jolt through his entire body.
His hips twitched without permission.
“Getting hard like this, even while supposedly scared of me… Letting your precious little thing drool all over itself… Someone clearly needs to be taught some manners.”
Despite her playful tone, her eyes darkened with heated curiosity, locked onto his crotch.
The musky, thick scent of arousal filled the room.
His size was absurd for a boy his age. Thick. Long. Heavy. Nothing childish about it.
It was obscene. A full-grown man’s weapon, attached to an innocent, clueless kid.
“Judging by that reaction… You’ve never done it with a girl before, have you? Heh… A monster like that and still a pure little virgin. That’s adorable.”
The grin on the black-haired beauty deepened, dripping with dangerous amusement.
“But… That lesson can wait. First, you’re going to take a nice, long bath. Cool that head of yours down.”
“B-Bath…?”
“And what kind of dirty little fantasies are swirling around in that head now, I wonder? Come on, sweetheart.”
“O-Okay…”
Her wide, shapely hips swayed temptingly as she walked away, leading him deeper into the house.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her curves, Shota quietly followed behind.
