~Time-Traveler's Dilemma~ ~~Chiyeon~~ ~Book 6~

The Aftermath🔞.

Under the dim glow of a single candle, Princess Ahyeon pushed open the heavy oak door to Chiquita's chamber. The room was bathed in the soft light of the moon, casting gentle shadows on the stone walls.

Chiquita was busy arranging her clothes, her back facing the door. The silhouette of her body cast a long shadow on the floor, making it clear that she was different from other women. Her pants clung tightly to her form, revealing the unmistakable outline of her masculinity.

Ahyeon's eyes widened slightly, curiosity piqued. She had heard whispers of such beings, but had never encountered one before. Her heart fluttered in her chest, a mix of intrigue and a strange warmth spreading through her. She cleared her throat softly, announcing her presence. "Chiquita?"

Chiquita froze mid-motion, her arms loaded with folded garments. She turned slowly, her face flushed from the cold bath. Her eyes darted downwards, realizing her predicament. She quickly covered herself with the clothes, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Princess Ahyeon..."

Ahyeon stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Chiquita's face and the bundle of clothes that did little to conceal her secret. She bit her lower lip, a bold question bubbling in her throat. "Chiquita..."

"You're..." Ahyeon paused, tilting her head to the side. "You're not like other women, are you?" Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with wonder rather than condemnation. She took another step closer, the candle flame flickering in her wake. "May I... see?"

Chiquita swallowed hard, her eyes meeting Ahyeon's. There was no judgment in the princess's gaze, only curiosity and a warmth that made Chiquita's heart pound. Slowly, she let the clothes drop to the floor, revealing her bare torso and the hard evidence of her uniqueness.

Ahyeon's eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight. She reached out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around the hot, hard flesh. Chiquita sucked in a breath, her abdomen tightening. Ahyeon looked up, her own breath hitching. "It's so warm..." she murmured.

"You're... not a man," Ahyeon murmured, her brow furrowing as she tried to understand. "But you're not a woman, either." She paused, her hand still wrapped around Chiquita's arousal. "What are you, Chiquita?"

Chiquita chuckled, a warm, soothing sound. "I'm intersex, sweetheart," she said, using a gentle tone. "That means my body doesn't fit perfectly into either male or female categories. I have both ovaries and testes, and my genitals are a combination of both."

Ahyeon's eyes widened in surprise as she processed Chiquita's words. "Intersex?" she repeated, his curiosity piqued. "I've never heard of that before." She looked down at Chiquita's body, trying to understand the implications. "So, does that mean you can..."

Chiquita grinned mischievously, enjoying Ahyeon's innocence. "Yes, princess. It means I can enjoy both worlds. I can pleasure a woman with my mouth, my hands, or even... with this." She flexed her hips, her hardness bobbing in Ahyeon's grasp.

Ahyeon's eyes darted back to Chiquita's face, her own flushing with interest. "So, you can... do everything?" She licked her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "Would you... show me?" She tightened her grip, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip.

Chiquita groaned, her hips jerking forward as Ahyeon touched her. "Fuck, you're really going to make me do this for you, aren't you?" She growled, reaching down to grip Ahyeon's hip and pull her closer.