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“Strip Poker Night at the Inventory.”A nightly game hosted in a speakeasy between worlds.Greedy pirates who navigate the seas, bounty hunters who navigate the stars, handsome heroes from fantastic worlds sporting capes and swords, and unlucky Eastern Europeans arriving in loose-fitting shirts alike are among those dealt in each night.They come, they stake their clothes, they chat, they inevitably start losing, they eye each other up as the layers peel away, they watch each other engage in a prurient penalty for losing after there are no clothes to gamble, and they come.Word of this obscene game caught the attention, shock, and interest of one Chihiro Fujisaki— alumnus of Hope’s Peak Academy’s 78th Class, coder, and crossdresser.His is a story you may be familiar with, but to review: the majority of the people in Chihiro’s life didn’t know that beneath the gentle demeanour, pretty skirts, and cute haircut was a guy who had started dressing this way to escape bullying in his younger years and happened to still just be way too good at pulling it off. It’d worked well enough to keep him under the radar of his grade-school tormentors, but he didn’t want to live the rest of his life this way. He wanted to find his own strength and live on his own terms. Enough was enough. It was time to make a change, and he was going to find a way.Now, if don’t already know Mr. Fujisaki, you may have just read that paragraph and thought I meant Chihiro is a gentleman of the transgender persuasion. You’d be quite enlightened to think that, but you wouldn’t be correct. By “Chihiro’s a guy,” I do also mean to say that Chihiro happens to have always had a penis.Taking his clothes off in front of strangers at some interdimensional gambling den…seemed a little perverted and a lot risky, but it’d be in front of people he’d never see again if he didn’t want to, and they might not even be from his world, right? And if words started failing him, he’d be able to let his body do the talking… It seemed like it might actually be a good way to practice telling people.When he arrived and saw his old classmate Kyoko Kirigiri, the “Ultimate Detective,” among the players waiting, his heart somersaulted.She had that exact same silent, icy stare he remembered her for in high school…why was she here? She didn’t show the least bit of interest in leaving now that he was here… If anything, she just seemed more intrigued with him than she’d ever been in the past.Against his better judgement, he stayed. He played. He was actually doing pretty well… He’d already won off Kyoko’s jacket, tie, her shoes, by the time he even had to give up the ribbon from his shirt… His other opponents were doing worse than he was too… Had they even studied the odds and determined the optimal swapping strategy like he had? He gulped and felt his cheeks warm up as Kyoko took another loss and calmly, coldly let her skirt hit the floor.He wasn’t quite sure if he started playing worse or if his luck just turned around, but after that his clothes started disappearing.From the comfort of her own partial nudity, Kyoko watched Chihiro fidget nervously, sweating and drawing fast breaths, down to nothing but a shirt and bloomers. She showed her own hand— nines over deuces— and Chihiro played a losing king high. Kyoko watched intently as Chihiro undid the shirt’s buttons, started slipping it off, and…valiantly failed to keep it together, running away squealing and tossing the garment crumpled on the floor. Chihiro Fujisaki returned, clad in nothing but his poofy underwear, a few minutes later. A laptop he’d left behind under his jacket stood open at his spot, his AI program “Alter Ego” running in his place and playing for him with the dealer’s help. His whole body shuddered as, from head to toe, he took in Kyoko’s figure… Aside from the gloves she never seemed to take off, she didn’t have any cards or clothes now… Judging by the stains on her thighs, she’d already performed the penalty for everyone else… And she was just standing there, cool as ever, eyeing him expectantly. Alter Ego had just lost its first hand.“Um… S-sorry about that, everyone… Kyoko…”Chihiro stuck his thumbs into the bloomers’ waist. This was only fair to her… This was the plan all along… Computers can’t take their clothes off…“S-so…the truth is…that…”Kyoko watched Chihiro Fujisaki cast off a years-old secret as her classmate’s body bared itself.“The truth is, I-I’m a guy.”Kyoko smiled and rested her cheek against her hand.“I see. Thank you for explaining, Chihiro.”That’s the past. That’s what’s led him to now.He’s done it.As a liberated Chihiro Fujisaki is dealt what might be his last hand, playing now against the possibility of performing the penalty, Kyoko speaks again.“I’d already suspected as much for a long time, but I didn’t see any reason to speak up. I’m glad you could clarify this for me.”H-huh!?Of course she knew… How did he possibly expect to keep something from her? The Ultimate Detective? Chihiro plays his hand. Then he realizes he’s completely forgotten to swap. He just played…a high card, ten…“Chihiro. I believe you’ve just lost.”Chihiro nods. He wasn’t exactly playing to win, anyways, so… Even though this is embarrassing, he closes the laptop running Alter Ego and gets onto the floor.He…takes hold of himself. He’s never done this in front of other people, but…if Kyoko’s already done this, it’s…not that bad if she’s going to watch…“Chihiro.”He looks up at Kyoko, who’s already taken a couple of steps toward him. I-is there a problem? Does she not like the way he’s doing it? He only just got started…“…Would you like some help with that?”Chihiro’s racing heartbeat grows even faster. He opens his mouth.“U-um… Well… Kyoko, you’re…you’re kind of pretty and… If y-you want to…”Kyoko’s already lowering herself behind him.“…Y-yeah, you can…help me.”Immediately, Kyoko wraps her hand around Chihiro’s member from behind. Tight. Chihiro lets out a gasp.Kyoko is touching his body all over as her fingers slide up and down his brief length. Putting an arm over his shoulder, switching hands, feeling his bottom, massaging his shoulders, ruffling his hair… Chihiro’s red as a beet. Her thumb’s going in circles right over the tip… It’s so much…his own arms stop moving, he’s not even working on himself. It feels so good.But…is this really what he wants? He came here to prove his strength. Kyoko’s…really hot, actually, but…Kyoko watches Chihiro pant, his face hot. How cute…he’s so overcome with everything she’s doing to him that all he can do is sit there. But suddenly…what’s this?Kyoko lets out a gasp, however brief, involuntarily. Two of his fingers are knuckles-deep inside her…there wasn’t a single warning sign.Kyoko feels her grin grow ever-so-wider. She grips Chihiro tighter…this is the kind of behaviour that needs to be rewarded. Chihiro lets out a moan…Oh? He’s just taken out his fingers. Kyoko watches Chihiro tentatively bring his fingers up to his face and lick them…he’s tasting her arousal. How forward of him…“Well?” she asks, smiling slyly as she waits for his opinion.“W-wow, Kyoko… Y-you’re really enjoying this, huh…”“U-um. Wait a second. I think I can make this feel e-even better for you…”Kyoko feels Chihiro slip through her fingers as he stands up. What’s this, now? He’s walking around her…oh. He’s pushing gently, but firmly, against her upper back. That’s what he wants?She lifts her hips just enough off the ground. Maybe she’s challenging his resolve. Maybe she just really wants this. She’s not completely sure why she complies so eagerly. But there’s no further warning. All in one moment, she’s been pushed forward. Her hands are on the ground. He’s got his hands on her hips. He’s already put himself inside her.“Chihiro…”His reaction is nothing but an understated, satisfied moan. He’s gotten right into it.Back and forth, forward and back… He hasn’t eased into it at all. He goes all the way, every time…Kyoko doesn’t seem to be complaining. Her noises are quiet, not of discomfort, but of surprise…he supposes that it’s nice he doesn’t have to restrain himself, huh? No wonder Kyoko’d been smiling and staring so long, so shamelessly, between his legs ever since he forfeited his bloomers…Kyoko struggles to keep quiet, her elbows on the floor. It’s really not comfortable, but…in such a phrase, it feels great. She decides not to try to give him any direction…he’d taken control from her so confidently. He’d known exactly what he wanted…She reaches back and, with the tip of her own finger, rubs her clitoris. She gasps and covers her mouth. It’s already so much…she feels Chihiro’s hands rub back and forth on her hips and sides. He giggles. She can feel something dribbling out of him inside her…She starts moving her thighs back and forth, tightening and loosing around him, just a little bit. Maybe to encourage him…maybe to challenge him, to ask him if that’s all he’s got…or maybe her body’s moving on its own at this point. Chihiro cries out.He touches her thighs…her…her butt is so big…so white…and really soft to the touch, he finds out. Wow…Kyoko tenses up. A muffled cry brushes through her fingers and out of her mouth as orgasm takes her… Chihiro can’t believe this is real. He did that to her…and…and…ohmygosh! It’s so…was she always this tight? He…!“Ah-ah! K…! Kyoko…!”His kneeling legs jitter in place involuntarily and he holds himself closer to her body as, for the first time, Kyoko Kirigiri feels a warm release inside of her. So much… And then, for a split second, it’s over. And then, so much again! Chihiro’s breaths are hot, ragged, and loud… They’re laced with gratitude. The two of them sit there, unmoved from their positions on their knees, catching their breaths. Something’s trickling ever so slowly out of Kyoko onto the floor…so much for putting her jacket underneath her for her own penalty. Her first time…with Chihiro…not how she pictured the evening going, but she couldn’t complain.“Chihiro…” she pants. “Whenever you’re ready.”Chihiro nods, withdrawing himself from her. Immediately, the two sit back on the floor, propped up on hands behind their hips, panting with exhaustion.Each looks down. Chihro gazes with wonder as he sees a part of himself…glistening…and the last stray drop hits the floor. Kyoko watches with awe as she processes that that’s Chihiro’s warm jism leaking out of her…she’s never seen her vulva like this before.Chihiro feels a gloved hand— a little sticky— touch his cheek. His face is pulled in as Kyoko goes for a kiss— shorter than he’d like, but hours longer than he’d ever dream of— right on the lips. Kyoko opens her eyes and looks into his…she smiles.“Good work.”