A shadow cast by the sunlit trees and bars falls on a man wearing a black obsidian mask.
-Puck
The man's clenched fist landed on the shelf next to the desk, shaking him. The shelf broke in two with a loud noise. A vase on a broken shelf fell, leaving traces of it and scattering pieces of pottery.
"… Haha!"
The man chuckled and laughed like crazy. His unique low voice softly blended with that laugh and resonated throughout the room. A smile appeared in the mouth hole visible under the mask, but that smile did not last long.
Old and torn documents lie in front of the man, Tone. Most of the titles of the documents read "Defeat at siege," "Surrender," Or "Death." In one torn piece of document, it was scrawled that only 30% of [Lutz], Which had been rapidly increased, was at its strongest, that is, when it had just reached the 3rd match of the [Red Flower] And [Cronus] Guilds.
"Also… If it wasn't for him, would this guild not work?"
Above the documents is a [Screenshot] Of two women.
One is a silver-haired woman who smiles at the king in a white wedding dress next to the king.
One is a silver-haired woman who wears a saint's costume and sells laughter in front of people.
The true guild master of [Luts], [Fenrir], Always led the guild to its advantage. Driven into a predicament, Tone needed someone to advise her. All of the guild members who took over with fear were mere puppets who followed his will. As a result, there was no one left to advise Tone.
So, Done needed the real [Fenrir]. When angry, he even entertained the idea of using the person as a plaything. If [Luts] Was at its strongest, he would have been able to capture both of them, but the weakened [Luts] Made it difficult to even kidnap one person. All thief players who acted as hands and feet under his shadow were captured and imprisoned by King Parshe's forces.
"… Who are you?"
It was a [Screenshot] Of two people who looked exactly like doppelgangers. Mysteriously, it appeared at the eastern and western ends of the [Thearesia] Continent at the same time, attracting people's attention. It was also a place that I couldn't climb alone.
"I wonder if that person had such a hobby… "
Done's hand, clad in obsidian armor, rested on the queen's picture. His hand rested on the queen's [Screenshot]. He is wearing a wedding dress and smiling broadly next to the abominable king. In Done's own intuition, he felt that the queen was the real Fenrir. Now, though, it was the saintess who used the name Perrin he had given her.
However, Tone soon turned his hand toward his saintess. He himself couldn't figure out why. Even though his own intuition was lowered, the information sent by the spies also said that the woman named Yormi in [Rubo Castle] Was the real Fenrir, but he chose Saint Perrin.
It was just a hunch. Freed from her own hands, Perrin had had enough time to accept herself as a woman. So she wouldn't be by the king's side with such a strange expression on her face.
"I'm going to get this woman."
The shadows of Tone wriggling, revealing the shapes of people. Done clicked his tongue at the inexperienced thieves in the 90s, but even managing them was a luxury in the greatly weakened [Luts].
* * *
"Ah-"
A cold metal rod enters the mouth. I've put things that are much hotter and bigger than this in my mouth a few times, but I start to flinch at that little metal rod.
The metal rod presses against my tongue and the old priest in front of me peers into my mouth. Since that old priest is also a man, I wonder if he will fall for my [Charm], And whether he will suddenly stick his hot, wet tongue into his mouth, worrying me several times a day.
Actually… It happened a few times. So this old priest who examines me is gay.
"Holy Lady, your body is fine. The auditory hallucinations were probably due to a tight schedule. I think you'd better get some rest."
"Is there really no problem?"
"Nevertheless. Let's decide after seeing the aftermath of the disease for three days."
"… Thanks."
The old priest gave me an infinitely peaceful smile and nodded his head. Lately, when I see a man who isn't attracted to me, my heart swells without realizing it. I really don't know why you're doing this. It must have happened because I pushed my body too hard.
Maybe meeting the host for a week is the problem. While I was a saint, the amount of money saved to me was enormous. Because I had nowhere to spend it, I spent a week meeting men on a spree.
Maybe because of that, when I wake up in the morning, my back is sore. The host, who resembles Done, treats me gently as if he were porcelain. But I think it's because we've been hanging around together for a long time. When he came to see the old priest, Mr. Bearne, a mature maid who had seen him off, approached.
"Wouldn't it be better to rest?"
"… Yes."
"I will cancel the schedule. And the security will be increased tonight."
"… Why?"
I was crying and my voice leaked out. That I like the host that much? I didn't understand. It's all because of someone's body that has changed to lewdness. If I see her, I will stab her to death with the dagger worn around her waist for self-defense. Then she cuts off his penis and…
"Because the world is ugly these days. The king has changed in the kingdom. There are poor quality refugees coming in."
"… Oh, yes."
Rumors had come from the kingdom in the east that the king had changed. Someone said that he is the second prince. Fuck. Pup. If I met the prince as well, I would slaughter her intestines with a dagger and sprinkle her all over Thearesia's dungeon.
I was getting so hot that I was getting dizzy. My vision blurred for an instant and my vision turned upside down.
"Perrin? Probably not. I will call the guards."
"Uh… ?"
Last night I heard the sound of a woman rolling on the bed, and today it seems to have overlapped with symptoms of anemia. It looks like it has some kind of abnormal condition, but I don't know the exact condition.
Soon after, female guards ran around me. There were always female paladin guards around me. Except for Lowell, most of them quit their jobs themselves. I think I was carried to my room on a stretcher. Even in the middle, my memory is hazy, so I don't know exactly what happened.
"…"
Lying comfortably on her bed, I raised her hands and looked at my new white, her little hands. It was a small hand that didn't look like my hand at any time. When I touched her body once with that hand, I felt her plump flesh. Eyes close If it was cursed or poisoned, the priests would probably take care of it. Maybe I just ran out of stamina.
"… Heck, heck."
My lungs demanded oxygen, as if I had just run a marathon. Her eyes flashed open and sweat dripped from her body. Had I had a nightmare? He put his hand up to wipe his forehead, and there was already a towel on top. The blurry image became clear, and a person was sitting next to him.
"It's fine?"
"… Beatrice."
"Yes, it is me."
The Red Witch was sitting next to me in an evening dress with deep cuts in her sides, in a cat-like posture. Her arm is extended towards me and rests on her chin. Huge breasts the size of her G-cups hang through the fabric of her deep-cut evening dress. It's a situation and attitude that any man would like, but the problem is that I'm not the best because I've been castrated for a long time.
"Did you curse me?"
"No, always check the magic around Perrin?"
"… Then why did you collapse today?"
"I don't know, didn't the stamina gauge run out? Every night~"
"Stop talking."
"Oh, that's why I liked men's dicks like that. I won't be able to go out from today, so would you like a hextech dildo?"
"… Noisy."
"We've all seen each other, so is it like this?"
"You'd better transform into Damian and say those things."
Beatrice silently climbed onto the bed on which I lay. No matter how heavy it is, the bed shakes once. Beatrice put her arms on either side of me while his face even flushed red. The sick me wasn't even given a chance to run away.
"Are you doing this alone again?"
"I really can't stand it today. We're not friends anymore One day for Beatrice and Perrin."
"… Let go of this!"
"What if you don't like it?"
Beatrice gave a strange smile. Our hearts touched each other's quivering hearts. Peatrice's long red curls fell down my cheeks. The smell of sweat and blood that I had smelled in the bathroom at that time was all over the place, and there was a scent of soap mixed with some flowers.
"I'm going to rape you by force, Perrin."
"You are finally crazy."
"It's crazy, because the succubus in front of me taught me the joy of women."
Having nowhere to run, I glared at Beatrice's red eyes in case Beatrice might change her mind. These eyes have a habit of frowning slightly when using magic. It's because my eyes are bad in real life. Since it was a long-distance magician, his eyes were even more impressive.
And… There was a strange smell in the room. This fragrance in the room is familiar and sweet. Aphrodisiac scent. It is a scent that makes the skin particularly sensitive. I hate myself for feeling familiar with this and even knowing what kind it is. My breathing gets quicker and my body trembles slightly.
"… ♡"
"You said you can't go against it."
"That, that… It's something I don't know… I love it♡!"
"You are the one who made me fall into lust."
"Ahaha… ♡"
Beatrice's hands cupped my cheeks. Compared to her unnecessarily large breasts, her hands are really thin and soft. The aphrodisiac makes the skin so sensitive that you can feel every single one of your fingerprints. Beatrice's gaze turned sticky as if she was also receiving the aphrodisiac effect. I only touched the cheek lightly, but a shiver spread all the way down my spine to the nerves of my whole body.
"Choi, the aphrodisiac… I hate it… ♡"
"You said you wrote it first?"
Beatrice approached my ear and spoke in a sticky tone. Beatrice's voice was still fleshy, so it couldn't be said to be that high. That mysterious voice seemed to sound like a male voice on the verge of metamorphosis. As he thought so, his head turned white, and a wave of sweet pleasure spread through his body once again.
"Haha… ♡"
A sigh that the listener must have felt was ephemeral and lovely flowed freely. Beatrice's cheeks touched mine, and I felt each other's warm body heat. Beatrice's skin also twitched. I thought maybe I could take the lead, but that was just my illusion.
"I can do it like a man."
"… Hey! That… Common… ♡!"
Beatrice got up quickly and pulled back the side of her evening dress, revealing her groin containing convex panties. Beatrice proudly untied the thong and showed me the magically enlarged clitoris. It's insignificant compared to a man's penis, but seeing it that looked just like it made my lower stomach twitch as if it wanted to. Already, each cell in my vagina was emitting lustful desires, and the part where the skin was touching was already damp.
"How?"
"… You really… !"
Nope… I was here who couldn't deny it again.
I had to watch the huge clitoris exposed in the crotch of Beatrice as she mounted it. How sophisticated and great magic must have been used to enlarge the organ in my body into a phallic shape, the human sexual desire is truly great.
But the sweet aphrodisiac scent that pierced my nostrils slowly took away my reason even without a man. Even though no matter how elaborate magic was used, it wasn't a real penis, so it didn't give off a male scent that made my head linger. It is also quite small, about 5 cm in size. Even so, things like that are conditioned reflexes and dye your head with lust.
"… Ah ♡."
"How is it, are you greedy?"
"… It's disgusting."
She turned her head away, closing her eyes and clenching her fists. It was like a cold girl's reaction after doing this on her own. It was a reflex action. I'm well aware of the fact that this reaction arouses men's desire to conquer… I was puzzled.
"Oh, no… This."
"Huh~ I can enjoy it until tonight."
"Crazy… Looking at it now, it's not even night, ah, ah♡!"
Beatrice suddenly reached out her hand to my chest. She pinched my nipples with her index and middle fingers. She had no time to resist, but a shocking pleasure burst out that she hadn't expected. An electric current of pleasure spread through my whole body, and my back curved like a shrimp except for the part where Beatrice had suppressed it.
Even if Beatrice pinched her, she never pinched her so much that it hurt. Since I myself am a woman, I know all too well how a woman feels when a certain place is stimulated. Beatrice carefully rubbed my chest. As her small breasts were stroked enough to fit within her grasp, intense pleasure poured out of her head.
"Ahhhhh… ♡!"
"Huh, okay… Right?"
"This… Crazy boy… !"
Beatrice, as well as me, seems to be losing her temper due to the scent of the aphrodisiac. Every cell of her skin seemed to be pickled in an aphrodisiac. The continent's strongest witch leaned toward me. Her eyes were glistening with lust.
"That's why it's good. When Perrin pretended to be a saint, she learned these things."
"Are you even a real witch!"
Beatrice took my lips from her instead of answering her. When she opened her mouth slightly, it seemed that a purple liquid could be seen in her mouth, but she couldn't quite identify it. As her lips were taken away and her tongue penetrated, I reflexively opened my lips. Her aphrodisiac-infused body longed for more stimulation.
I hate drugs. I don't like to force the atmosphere to heat up. But the body was too honest. The medicine mixed with lukewarm saliva flowed into his mouth. As Beatrice's tongue stirred in my mouth, a jolt of electricity was generated. Beatrice's tongue stirred in her mouth, and a simmering desire welled up in her chest like magma.
"Eup, eup- ha… ♡"
Beatrice's tongue penetrated my mouth. She gulped down the sticky saliva that flowed down her throat, and glared at Beatrice in a faint, breathless consciousness. What did Beatrice do? The hot mana rushing down her throat warmed her stomach.
She clenched her fists and pulled the blankets together in her hands. Her Beatrice was holding my arm in her hand, so I couldn't block her face. It seemed that if she did not do this, she would expose her completely melted face in front of Beatrice. Still, that's a friend. It's so embarrassing to show that kind of expression among friends.
"… Huhhan (Stop)!"
"No."
Beatrice's face moved away for a moment. She drew in a quick breath, but only more of the sweet aphrodisiac scent penetrated her body. A lukewarm pulse raced and I felt something in my body running amok.
Because the senses of her skin became more sensitive several times, even the slightest stimulation from her sparked irregular pleasure. The silky saint's clothes she was wearing stimulated her erogenous zones, especially her nipples, and it was even more painful. The panties she was wearing were completely wet and stuck right between her crotch.
"Huh… Aww… !"
Only the sex that stimulated the opponent leaked out of the pleasure that ran rampant inside her body. Beatrice smiled sinisterly as she still mounted herself. She opened her mouth to take in more breath, but Beatrice blocked mine again. I couldn't fill my lungs with enough oxygen, so I trembled and convulsed.
"Hey hey… (Help me)!"
But Beatrice coveted my mouth like a beast faithful to her instincts. As I rode on top of her, I felt her huge, soft breasts crush me. It was just a moment, but I was envious of that huge chest. But I had no reason to judge what was good and what was bad for my lack of oxygen supply.
The gooey tongue crossed, and her vision turned white just by taking her lips away. Breathing through the nose seemed to be not working properly. Beatrice is a woman. She is a woman who seems to reproduce the charm of a woman that men think of as it is. She climbed on top of me and forcibly raised the desire from the depths of my body.
"Ah, ah… ♡ Sooooo… ♡"
Choo, Churup, Churrup
The obscene sound of water coming out of each other's mouths filled my room. Just touching our lips sensitive to aphrodisiac seemed like they would melt, but Beatrice grabbed my hand and held it together. It was an act that no one who had ever coveted my body had ever done. And it was an action that even Damien, who liked those stockings, hadn't done.
However, I came to realize how dangerous it is to hold her hand. Beatrice intertwined the back of my hand stickyly with her fingertips. Then, strangely, she felt her stomach quiver. Just by giving her lips and hands, my back trembled and I had to reach an orgasm.
"… M-ha-ha… ♡ Ha."
"Flaw… Uh… ♡!"
I can't remember how long I was in that position. All I remember is that Beatrice was also looking at me with a lot of blush.
After the act was over, I exhaled quickly to fill up with oxygen. There was another scent along with the aphrodisiac scent in the air. It was the scent of a woman's pheromone. What I normally thought was an unclean smell, like the smell of urine and blood, felt strangely pleasant.
"Do you still hate me like this?"
"… Yes."
Barely answered But I wasn't sure about the answer. Beatrice also flashed an eerie smile. Now, she is a red witch who has become strong enough to be called the first of the continent. The witch is looking at me with her lovely eyes, wet with sweat.
She continued to look into those eyes, but her consciousness seemed to go awry. Maybe it was because of the witch's [Intense magical power] Passive. The opponent's mana crawling inside her body might be making me wonder.
As soon as I became conscious of my magical energy, small ball-like magical elements caressed me inside my body. In particular, they found erogenous zones and found muscles from the inside like a masturbation device and made them tremble. The movement was so erratic that I couldn't get used to it.
"Ahhh!"
"Now, it seems to have begun."
"What, what… Uh… Haang… ♡ It's… ♡!"
"Still, can you afford to have sex with a woman who was once a succubus?"
Beatrice winked. But he couldn't recognize if it was really a wink. The body of magical power that swayed inside my nipples violently trembled and melted away. The corpuscle in the lower cunt mound gently stroked up and down around the labia. The corpuscles in the stomach pounded the walls of the womb.
There was an outburst of maddening pleasure. In the past, the small bodies found and attacked each part that was thought to be an erogenous zone. Each vibration applied to the skin, which had already become sensitive with the aphrodisiac, was dangerous enough to cause death. The nape of the neck, the inside of the collarbone, the lobe of the ear, the inside of the armpit, the palm of the hand, the wrist, etc. Surrounded by a wave of immense pleasure, I let out a groan close to a scream.
"Aaaaan♡! Stop, save me!"
"Is that so?"
At Beatrice's one word, the elements stopped moving. When the movement, which seemed to be tortured, stopped, it seemed that the whole body convulsed itself. My vaginal opening was already half open, wriggling filthyly, and a sticky liquid flowed out from the bottom of my completely wet panties.
It is even more painful when the body becomes very hot in the hellish torture. As if the magic elements were still in my body, they were shining with a sparkling blue light when I slightly lowered my gaze. Beatrice still looked down at me with a flushed face.
"Hot?"
Instead of answering, I shook my head up and down desperately. Being a witch, I thought that [Temperature control] Magic might make it cool like an air conditioner. However, the corners of Beatrice's mouth went up on both sides. Instead of raising her wand, she reached for her collar.
"… Whoa♡!"
"If it's hot, you should take it off."
"… That… ♡!"
I touched the collar, and it felt like my stomach was wriggling and my spine was twisting just by lightly pushing against my skin. It was a really dangerous pleasure. But Beatrice didn't care and undid each button on her saint's robe.
"Hot, ah, yes, ugh… !"
"Perrin, aren't you making too much of an obscene noise?"
"I hate it… ! It's all because of weakness… Hot♡!"
Every time I clicked a button, the inside of my vagina twitched and trembled, and pleasure welled up. When Beatrice took off my clothes, her entire body was wet with sweat, which made me uncomfortable. She asked if there was any magic to undress, and she wanted to complain, but she didn't have the stamina left.
Beatrice took off all of my clothes while I was lying down. She lost her mind for a moment as she ripped off her knickers, which were soggyly clinging to her crotch. After that, a neat rectus muscle with no pubic hair was stretched out into the air, wet with love juice.
Beatrice seemed out of place for a moment. I pinned her limbs to the bed and couldn't move. She looked at me tired of her and stretched out her hand towards her own clothes, which lined her leisurely sitting.
"[Disappear]"
"… Is that magic!"
Unexpectedly, Beatrice removed her own clothes with her less-than-magical spell. Unlike my pure white skin, which resembles her completely porcelain, Beatrice's skin is white and slightly tanned.
I involuntarily scanned her face all the way down. Just like scanning a man's body, I never thought that I, who had been thoroughly castrated for masculinity, would be able to harbor such a desire after seeing a woman's naked body. Beatrice's body didn't seem to have a low level of [Charm] Either. Or maybe it's just because the aphrodisiac increases the [Charm] Level.
"Are you ready to do it?"
"…"
Her huge breasts, 11-shaped abs, and easy delivery-type hips were also surprising, but again, my eyes were drawn to the 5-centimeter-sized clitoris, which did not suit her S-shaped body. At that moment, I let go of the string of reason. I couldn't get through like this.
"[Blessing of Light]"
"… ?"
I opened my saliva-filled mouth and bit her magically enlarged clitoris into my mouth. The fellatio skills she trained while sucking on men's things, she stuck out her tongue with sharp tongues and licked the sensitive parts. At that moment, the initiative completely passed over to me.
"Ahhh… ♡!"
Side, jjook~
"Ahhh… ! Perrine… Jebaal… ♡!"
I poured out all the hardships I had been through to Beatrice. The humiliation and shame I suffered from all the men and males who had ever violated me. Beatrice must have had a similar mindset.
But, on the contrary, it made me boil. As a female subject like me, she would have tried to treat me like a doll, but in front of the difference in experience, Beatrice is just a female with a rough snort.
"Ahhhhh… ♡!"
Women in this world are weak to pleasure. Because she inhaled an aphrodisiac, Beatrice showed a rather cute reaction. The stimulation of the clitoris, which is hidden in the slippery mucous membrane, is different beyond imagination than the glans, which is always openly exposed to certain stimuli. By enlarging it with magic, Beatrice revealed her weakness to me.
I licked Beatrice's clitoris with my tongue. He sucked it hard with his lips. Beatrice spit out her love juice from the slit beneath her, her whole body trembling from having her already sensitive organs stimulated.
"Huh… !"
"Are you sure you bothered me?"
Could this be the feeling of the desire to conquer the males who have beaten me up to now? The memory of reality has faded to the point that it can be said to be a previous life, so I don't know anymore. The inside of her chest itches as she feels that she is becoming a pseudo-male and is violating Beatrice.
I stretched out my finger and inserted it into Beatrice's crack. I could feel the mucosal muscles timidly resisting along with the intense heat. If I had a cock, I could have stirred this inside, but unfortunately I don't have one.
"Huh… ♡"
Wriggling his fingers, he inserted two more words into Beatrice, who was crying in a sweet voice. Beatrice twisted her body in line with the movement of my fingers. I laughed at the long-awaited desire to conquer. Maybe it was a habit from the days of [Luts].
As I wriggled my fingers, I felt the bumpy dots on the inside of my vagina on my fingertips. As she rubbed her fingertips around, Beatrice's vagina shrank and contracted, and her sexual juice flowed out like a tidal wave.
"Ahhh… ♡!"
The finger eventually pushed out. A string of sticky liquid ran between the fingers covered in the clear liquid and Beatrice's pubic area. I swallowed it in my mouth, wondering what the taste of someone else's juice would be. It was sour and sticky. It wasn't as much as when I smelled a man, but I felt dirty.
Beatrice trembled as she lay down. I understand that I have been given an aphrodisiac and given great pleasure. Now, even the unreal and the real cannot be distinguished. My eyes have turned white and I can't see anything.
"… Envy."
I don't know why I said that. Then he saw Beatrice's clitoris still erect. I climbed on top of Beatrice, who had fallen on the bed, half lost. I matched the crack in my secret part with Beatrice's.
"You must have experienced something like this at a red sex shop, right?"
"Huh… No… Sorry… Sooooo♡!"
I sat down with the fit. My vagina was already wet, so Beatrice's was sucked into it. The pleasure I felt when it pushed up the wrinkles in my vagina one by one with the elaborate magic applied gave me such strong pleasure that even the top of my head flinched.
"Ah hey… "
"Yes… !"
I thought I had to get it out quickly, but I also couldn't move because my back was dislocated. Meanwhile, like involuntary muscles, the vaginal muscles tightened and contracted Beatrice's repeatedly. The pleasure of being slapped by the spontaneously contracting vaginal wall drove my head crazy.
"Ahh… Ahhh… !"
Even tears come out of pleasure. I wasn't sure if the flashes of pleasure were magically created. Just a pleasant pleasure was constantly rising in the stomach. As dizzying dizziness came over me, I couldn't stand it while sitting on top of Beatrice, so I fell forward.
The two of us couldn't resist the pleasure and moved into awkward embraces. I just shook my small muscles. The moaning of the two women colored the space to the point of turbidity. Belatedly, the guards rushed over to find out what was going on, but we had to hug Beatrice in an embarrassing manner until Beatrice's sophisticated magic dispelled.
* * *
"So, the two of you were cuddling and moaning together?"
"Sorry."
"I was wrong."
Mr. Bearnet crosses his arms and exclaims. Even though I am a patient, I am on my knees with my hands raised and my head down as if I were standing in elementary school. The same goes for Beatrice next to her. Rumors had already spread among the guards and maids before the guards rushed at us.
"No matter how frustrated you are, what do you think of your status? Both of you What are you going to do with the rumors spreading to the guards?"
"I will take responsibility for that."
Beatrice looked at Mr. Beatrice with a handsome smile. However, that expression doesn't work for him. Besides, you are a woman. Miss Bearne took out a small cane and hit Beatrice on the forehead. Enough to make a sound. I'm sick.
"Ouch… "
"What is the responsibility, I will tell Damian about this."
"Please… Don't let my brother know… That's all… !"
"Aren't we supposed to report rumors within the castle anyway?"
Beatrice begged Bearne, shedding tears like chicken droppings. I don't know what the hell happened between the two. Damian was especially fond of pranks when playing Beatrice. He would fidget with his chest and say something like, 'Look at this, it moves', or he'll endanger engineering with a prank, and then he'll either save himself or…
But my arm hurts already. Why do I have to earn money too? While Mr. Bearne and Beatrice were having a snowball fight, I quietly lowered my hand…
-Match
"Ah… "
"Did you think you wouldn't notice if you carefully lowered your hand? A saintess is also a saintess. I managed to keep my mouth shut about the rumors about where he wanders around like that every night, but now with this person…"
Mr. Bearne hit me on the head with a cane with sincerity. It's the first time I've seen him so angry. Perhaps because the effect of the aphrodisiac still remained in my body, the area I had just been hit felt tingly. The two of us stood in that position until the sun went down and two moons rose over [Theresia].
In the late afternoon after the sun went down, I walked towards the [Armina] Introspection Garden with the feeling that my arms would fall off. Perhaps it was because of Beatrice's attack, but he was also confused, so he went outside to get some fresh air.
The wind outside feels more poignant. I remember a bard who said that it feels like getting a moon massage on your white skin when you feel the dawn breeze. These days, listening to the delicate twists and turns of a minstrel sounds like a chord. I think maybe even the personality is tailored to this character.
– Slow down.
Something sounded in the bushes. I looked there, but it was just the sound of the wind passing by. I knew that hasty curiosity was wrong, so I didn't approach and take a look. In addition, it felt like the aphrodisiac scent hadn't even gone, so my skin was strangely sensitive and itchy.
Why did I feel familiar when I heard that shimmering sound? I feel vaguely missed. I subconsciously hid myself and went back down the hallway to my room.
* * *
The next day, when I got out of bed, I felt the magic that was watching me grow stronger.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and woke up, feeling my stomach tighten even more. I entered the changing room attached to the bathroom to wash myself in the bath water that is always provided. The moment I took off my clothes, I realized the identity of the discomfort that had occurred in my body.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Black heart pattern.
The location of the pattern is just above the skin where my uterus is located.
The cursed pattern appeared on me again.
When I thought of the pain I had to go through trying to purify that vulva, my face turned pale and my hands and feet trembled in fear.
I fell. At the sound I made, Mr. Vemiarne and the guards came running and helped me. I quickly tried to hide the vulva with my hand, but someone would see it.
I don't know what happened after that. In my hazy memory, I told people around me that I wanted to see Damian. She thought she might even lose her status as a saint. That much I may have been obsessed with my job.
When I came to my senses belatedly, Beatrice was nursing me in the same dark room. But it wasn't as provocative as it was back then. He held my hand in a neat but defenseless position and collapsed.
"… Beatrice."
"Oops, uh, sup, Perrin?"
Beatrice glared at me with drowsy eyes as she swallowed the drool on the bed.
"What the hell happened to my body?"
"Ah… That is… There was an opinion that perhaps the magic had gone wrong and the fragments of the Inma that had not been erased from Perrin's body had grown."
"The fact that there was an opinion means that it was known to everyone."
It felt as if everything had gone to the floor. There was no feeling of vulva wriggling in the stomach. I didn't even feel the throbbing lust of lewd flesh. However, just the appearance of that figure disqualified me as a saint.
My vision was terribly blurry. How am I so weak I thought I had become a useful human being, but now even that has become a non-existent thing.
"No, I don't know about this one. Because my younger brother [Cain], A warlock, made me forget everything with [Oblivion]."
"… What about Damian?"
"Damian is fighting on the Eastern Front… I can barely move back and forth by teleportation."
"There is a return stone!"
"No, the hearthstone has a record on it, so Damian, the commander, can't use it. However, I am riding a horse now, so bear with it."
I didn't want to say anything more to the woman in front of me, so I bit her lip. Only Damian can purify this. At least, in order to prevent further manifestations of this lewd desire from happening, I must preserve my body.