Beatrice looked out of the window. Above the neon lights was a billboard sporting her in a cute sports bra holding up a drink.
She paused to look at her own face and couldn't help but smirk.
"I'm fucking gorgeous."
She said it like a fact. And it was a fact.
Having been born with an extreme case of albinism, she sported exotic white hair and red eyes. She had an hourglass figure with breasts that were on the cusp on being too big. With a beauty mark beneath her sharp and confident eyes, she considered herself to best woman in the world.
Music, physical prowess, intelligence, beauty.
She had it all.
But today, these confident eyes lacked their usual spark.
"Miss Beatrice, please focus."
Sitting across from Beatrice was a doctor. Beatrice had been taught about biology and medicine from her mother, but she was tackling an issue that her knowledge couldn't solve.
She squinted her eyes at the doctor.
He was a man.
In normal circumstances, she would refuse to spend her time with something with a dick, but this was the most famous doctor in the world. His fame meant credibility and Beatrice desperately needed his help.
"So…"
The doctor looked up from his notes to Beatrice, before looking back down at the paper explaining Beatrice's predicament. He looked up and down multiple times, but the words in front of him didn't change.
He sighed deeply.
He had expected something more when his wife contacted him, begging him to 'cure' Beatrice. Even on the way to the hospital, he had listened to Beatrice's album humming along to its catchy tunes.
"…A reduced sex drive?"
He wondered if this was something that was even worth his time.
Beatrice nodded her head gravely. Her voice was stern as if she were speaking about something that concerned the fate of the universe.
"I've tried everything. I can't get wet. Ever."
She thought of the doctor's wife and her sweet moans. She could still vividly picture her large areola and sensitive nipples.
It was an enjoyable process 'convincing' the doctor's wife to get this meeting. She could have paid to see the doctor, but why pay for a doctor when you could fuck his wife instead?
"I've tried my hand at a few illegal substances but even that doesn't work anymore."
She spoke of her crime in a carefree manner.
The doctor cringed slightly at her words but nodded along. It was better working with an honest patient than a dishonest one.
Although he had been surprised that his wife was Beatrice's acquaintance, he didn't suspect her of adultery. Or at least he told himself that.
As a talented doctor, he was part of the upper circles of society and had heard the rumours about Beatrice… and her sexual tendencies.
'But my sweet Carol would never…'
He shook his head to dismiss any dark thoughts and focused back on Beatrice.
As she continued to talk about her problems, the issue became very obvious. Even a passing stranger could diagnose Beatrice.
"So you suffer from increased lethargy, a reduced sex drive. The things that you used to enjoy are no longer enjoyable, and you get moody."
"Yes, that's exactly right."
The doctor looked into Beatrice's ruby eyes.
She stared back at him, but her eyes were trembling.
"You're depressed."
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Beatrice woke up and looked at her surroundings. On her huge custom bed was an array of nude female bodies of all shapes and sizes. Beatrice appreciated the dark haired beauty next to her and slapped her thick ass.
*Jiggle*
Startled, the woman woke up. She looked at Beatrice who was now playing with her fleshy mounds then promptly went back to sleep. It had been an incredibly long night after all.
Her privates that were hidden beneath a layer of cake was exposed as Beatrice spread her cheeks.
She inspected her like a piece of art, admiring her curves. The sleeping woman's lower lips were closed tight in a clean straight line.
Beatrice traced a finger up and down the slit. Then, she pushed her head towards it and sniffed.
She closed her eyes to embrace the scent, the smell of lingering love juices. She pondered over the scent like a wine connoisseur.
"Catherine, Rebecca and…"
She sniffed once more before nodding approvingly to herself.
"And Tanny."
Normally, this type of smell, something that could only be achieved by scissoring with multiple women, would perk Beatrice up.
She looked down at her own privates.
Dry.
Not even a single drop.
She looked at the women around her. She knew in her head that they were arousing, and she could appreciate them for their enticing figures.
But that was it.
Appreciation.
There was no lust in her.
Beatrice despaired.
"… Did I turn straight?"
Without much thought she reached for her phone over the bodies. She entered an adult website and gagged immediately at the sight of an uncensored penis.
She reflexively threw the phone.
*Crack*
"…Whatever."
She would just buy a new one.
"But if I'm not straight…"
She looked at the buxom women around her and once again despaired at her lack of arousal. She had been having orgies after orgies, but even as she gave pleasure to others, she felt no sexual pleasure herself.
"I… I, Beatrice, am depressed?"
She couldn't bring herself to believe it. But the evidence was right in front of her.
She, who had everything and anything anyone could ever want, was depressed.
"I don't even care about being depressed! Why can't I be depressed and also horny?!"
Her sudden shout woke the others, but Beatrice was too preoccupied with her own thoughts and anguish to notice.
Even the medicine that had been prescribed for her depression had an effect of reducing her libido. Of course Beatrice didn't touch them for that exact reason.
"A life without sex…", Beatrice mumbled.
"Sex? We had plenty of sex yesterday didn't we?"
It was Tanny who spoke while rubbing her eyes. She had been especially loud when she was partnered up with the dark haired woman.
'Sex? No. That was just exercise while appreciating art. That wasn't sex… That wasn't sex at all.'
'I am the most beautiful woman in the world, I am sex itself.'
'How could I be unable to have sex?'
Could Beatrice live a life without sex?
2 weeks later, the dead body of Beatrice was found in her mansion.
It was suicide.
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Beatrice rose groggily and rubbed at her eyes.
"The afterlife…?"
But the grass beneath her hands felt real. Too real to be anything but plain old boring grass.
She raised her face and realised that she was lying next to a river.
She peered into the river and balked.
The face peering back was not hers.
There were some similarities such as the sharp red eyes, and her trademark beauty mole beneath her left eye. She was still exceptionally beautiful….
"I'm a dude?"
Except now she was a man.
Her long white hair had been replaced by black hair of equal length. The tips of her haired were dyed white as if to remind her of her old self.
She quickly patted down her body.
Firm muscles and a tall frame, an overall ideal specimen of a human body.
Her mind was quickly filled with thoughts about wanting to return to her old body. This simply wouldn't do.
And voila, just as her mind directed, her body started morphing back into her original form.
The only difference was that her long white hair now had black accents on the tip.
'I wonder if my pubes have black accents…'
She quickly checked on herself and found that they did not.
Now, with the important questions filed away, she looked around her.
A small field of flowers, the pleasant sound of a coursing river, and a gorgeous clear sky.Â
She changed her gender a few times to satiate her curiosity about her changed disposition.
"What happened to me? Am I still me?"
Her mind was still reeling and she felt dazed like she had been sucker punched. But just as her mind was filled with questions about her identity, something popped up in front of her eyes.
[System
Name: ???
Race: Heavenly Demon
Class: ???
Level: 1
Skills: Yin-Yang Eyes]
Instinctively, she knew she could further expand this system to show her stats and more detailed information.
The sudden blue screen in front of her eyes sobered her up.
She stood up and patted away the dust on her body. She was in her male form, so perhaps it would be more correct to say 'he'.
His mind now thinking clearly, he sported a devious smile.
He dismissed the trivial status screen and shed a single tear in thanks to whoever had placed him in this world.
Beatrice's only limitation had been released.
A monster had been born.
"I can sleep with straight women…"
No longer would this predator be stopped by mere sexual preference.
"I can sleep with lesbians…"
He raised his fist into the air, strength inadvertently entering his fist.
"I have been reborn… and my new name will be Yeon."
A large tent slowly raised from Yeon's trousers as if to reaffirm his/her determination.
"And I will fuck the entire world."