Ep27: Thou Shalt Have No Other Gods <Side: Myrit Ledias>
『Cross Moon - 23rd (Evening)』
An unexpected incident had erupted.
Raysi, whom I'd finally permitted to scout outside, had been turned into a woman by the black market agents, and the novice adventurers following him had suffered as well. If Raysi had only sustained physical wounds, we could have healed him and redeployed him for combat somehow. But now that he'd fully transformed into a woman, we had no choice but to classify him as non-combat personnel.
No matter how skilled his martial prowess, we didn't have the luxury of time to wait for him to adapt to his changed body. The lord and the higher-ups were demanding we resolve this mass disappearance incident as swiftly as possible. Even if they were vagrants, over two hundred people vanishing without a trace was no small matter. If word got out, it could spark unnecessary fear among the citizens and lead to social unrest.
That must be their concern... but
"What ridiculous romantics..."
The fuse was already lit and burning fiercely. They hadn't officially announced it yet, but anyone in the know—or sharp enough to sense something off—had likely pieced it together. Rumors spreading from people's mouths would only swell into a storm. To deflect that, the upper echelons were directing their arrows at the black market.
"What would those black market bastards even want with dragging off vagrants in the first place?"
The premise was flawed from the start. The black market ran strictly on money. For those scum who crawled underground to sell what couldn't be peddled above ground legally, kidnapped people were a sorry sight, but... vagrants offered zero marketable value. Managing that many would cost more than they'd fetch. No fool in the upper ranks could be ignorant of such obvious facts.
In other words, whether the black market was truly behind the disappearances or not, the higher-ups would pin it on them in the end. Raysi's transformation had merely lit the fuse.
"Hoo... my head's throbbing..."
I'd kept a calm facade in front of the newly feminized Raysi, but afterward—directing the street guards, reporting back at the mansion—every day felt like a bomb going off. I was at the point where I'd pray to a god I didn't even believe in...
"You got a headache? Makes sense. Today was brutal. Raysi turns into a girl, then the black market's confirmed as culprits on top of mere speculation."
"Ah... yeah. Liza. It's nothing. Just sorting through today's big events."
"Right? Stuff that'd make headlines even once a week, and it's all crammed into a few days. Headache-free would be the weird part."
Her warm concern for my well-being eased me a bit. Liza was the only one who truly cared about me. Even with exhaustion plain on her face, she worried for me. Grateful, I brushed back her hair.
"You had a rough day too, Liza. We've got bone-grinding work tomorrow anyway. Let's rest deep tonight."
As I was about to head out after reporting, Heri and Lady Anidia's proposal passed: full-scale black market base search starting tomorrow. The plan involved Lady Anidia's familiars scouting the perimeter first. Per her words, they'd map the initial guard patterns, then deliberately make the animals conspicuous to provoke heightened security, focusing searches on the differences tomorrow. With her beast-taming expertise—endorsed by old comrades Heri and Liza—the plan was greenlit. Hundreds of small animals were already prowling the woods.
Turning the enemy's vigilance against them... Anyone spotting surveillance would beef up defenses naturally. A clever tactic.
"Yeah, I was wiped today. Guards ignoring me since I'm not their boss, then Raysi suddenly turns girl and freaks out. Shock and irritation nonstop."
"Same here. Couldn't tell if they grasped the incident's gravity. Their captain, Francis, hasn't slept a wink, still searching the area."
The guard captain bore heavy blame for missing it initially. But after revealing the perception-dampening holy barrier as the cause, he'd earned some leniency. Still, guilt over failing to rescue them kept him patrolling day and night, or so I'd heard. Even as guard leader, he was just a mid-level manager. It hit close to my own past—felt sorry for him.
"Anyway, let's crash. You're beat too, Liza?"
"Yeah, yeah... Deep sleep, then a hearty morning tomorrow! No way it'll be as weird as today, right?"
She was right. Things were already at rock bottom. Couldn't get worse. I didn't believe in gods, but if one loved their creations, surely no more trials. Clinging to that hopeful thought, Liza and I drifted off.
『Cross Moon - 24th (Morning)』
"Pardon...? W-what did you just say? I didn't mishear, right? Francis?"
"………I wish my words were lies. She's been rushed to the medics for treatment. Unconscious still, but no life-threatening issues."
"Hold on! That doesn't make sense! Why would Muse collapse out of nowhere!?"
Muse Symphony. Top priestess at the Haeweol Church, Raysi's fiancée, and a powerhouse who'd served in the royal guard. Yet news of her misfortune spilled from the winged guard captain before me.
"Th-this can't be. The church is in the west sector. Even with the external scout plan approved, no guards watching the incident site saw anyone enter... There's a limit to what's believable, Francis."
"Hoo... Sorry. Nothing more to add. Interrogated all guards on church duty—same answer: 'Watched it constantly, no one in or out.' No forced entry on the doors, no traces like stray hairs inside."
"Then what!? Muse had a seizure alone? That's even weirder. You said she bore marks of assault—clothes disheveled, body contact bruises intact!"
Liza's fury crashed over Francis. Pitiful sight, but no intervening this time. Even knowing it was venting, the guards' negligence had worsened the nightmare. I shook my head too.
Muse—key figure, knew the full incident, identified the perception barrier as holy magic—wasn't just anyone. Her fall screamed example. Starting with violation, escalating next. Or flaunting infiltration skills evading patrols... Could be off-base or a third party, but dwelling there was escapism. Slim chance, sure. And above all...
"Does Raysi know? She's his fiancée."
"...Haven't told Raysi yet. Knowing his own change, we feared shock—briefed you colleagues first."
"Haa... Smart call. Already can't marry as a woman, then learning his fiancée defiled... I'd lose it too. Ugh, terrifying just thinking."
Small mercy amid misfortune. Consecutive blows like that could break anyone. As Francis spoke again—
"One more thing... Why I came personally. Requesting you two guard Raysi."
Ah, the real reason the captain visited. Could've sent underlings for Muse news. His presence meant weight.
"Heard Muse is formidable, if not your level. Her helpless fall means foes match her. So..."
"You want rank-1 adventurers like us guarding the gender-swapped Raysi... Right?"
"Yes... Embarrassing as captain, but no guards her equal. Higher-ups deem one elite guard better than wasting masses."
Heri pegged Raysi as black market's next target. Raysi hit by mystery gender-flip magic—presumed their doing—then fiancée assaulted last night. With searches starting today, attach guard preemptively, neutralize infiltrators... Logical.
But command and forces short?
"Heri's proposal too. One guards, one searches. She and Anidia'll double-duty—no force leak worries."
Steps ahead, brimming confidence. Always hands-on with staff and adventurers—tracked birthdays even. Hearing a ward's fiancée struck? Extra caution inevitable. Anyway, who guards Raysi? Foes wield dangerous magic—unprecedented gender-swap.
"I'll go. Cool?"
"Uh, wh...?"
"Scary weirdo perv magic, sure, but better me manning up than you womanizing...? Ahaha, kidding. No way it'd hit you. I'm crap at scouting anyway—you're better there."
"Logically, y-yeah, but Liza... Really okay? If you're doing this for me..."
"Totally! Think cold. Not just scouting—raid on sight. Heri solos rear fine. You're melee gold. Leave this to me!"
Her bold claim steadied my initial fluster. Liza's sniper—rear support. Heri covers her gap easy. I trusted her utterly.
"Hoo... Fine, Liza. But absolute caution. You're my top priority..."
"Hahaha! Worry not. Heading out! You too!"
--Smack. Liza laughed heartily, kissed my cheek, grabbed gear, and strode out. Her lips tingled. Face heating, I slapped it cool, prepped for search.
"Hoo... Let's go, Francis. Time's ticking."
"Yes. I'll guide."
I don't believe in gods... but protect Liza today. Please... God, keep her safe...
Elizabeth Pendragon>
Heading out for guard duty at the captain's request. Sun blazed mercilessly after hours passed.
"Fucking gorgeous weather. Ignores the mood..."
Citizens bustled streets. Notable: more huddled whispering groups? Natural—hiding mass vanishings impossible. Pus bursting everywhere. Hope it ends well... Involved, my mind churned.
Not security official, but adventurers drafted as reserves in crises. Back-alley weaklings vanishing tugged at me. Heri and Anidia—top beast-tamers in territory or kingdom—were serious. Black market location soon theirs. Sadly, no scouting knack or interest; brawler at heart, sniper title or not, ambushes weren't my forte. Thus, volunteered for Raysi.
Strategy guy and melee beast? Way handier. Musing drowned street clamor en route to Raysi's—wait, his junior party?
Involved now, normal quests off-table. They scouting too?
"Ah... here?"
Snapped from thoughts: Raysi's home. Bland house blending into quiet suburb. Unlike our vibrant nest, plain. Rapped undecorated door loudly.
--Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Yo~ Raysi! Door!"
Prompt riser usually, but first morning post-change—loud nudge. After knocks, door slid open silently. Odd... No presence, yet chill and ominous aura prickled skin. Worst-case prepped—finger on trigger—swallowed, nudged half-open door.
There...
[Elizabeth! What brings you?]
[Oh? Elizabeth? Perfect timing♥]
Raysi seated casually, and one more... That kid priestess from his party. Clarice? Anyway, both nonchalant, sipping steaming tea. But Raysi's outfit screamed.
How to put it... Noblewomen's swimsuit? Bold hip-leg exposure, glossy sky-blue exposing shoulders, collarbone. Hesitated where to start, scanned for intrusion traces or extra presences. None. Overparanoid? No... Better safe in times like these.
They tilted heads at me; awkwardness thawed, addressed Raysi first.
"Hey~ Raysi. Long time—no. Shit... Dunno what to say. Doing okay? Looks not dire..."
[Hmm...? Sounds like expecting me moping all day post-change♥]
"N-no! Not that. Lived man whole life, sudden girl—fair ask, right?"
[Hehe♥ Glacia sis too. Elizabeth means well. But why visit?]
Good, Clarice! Why's Raysi like that? Embarrassing... 'Glacia'? Name change already? Or Clarice's nickname? Wait—closer look: Raysi's bust and hips ballooned since yesterday. Not mistaken—definitely off. Plus unnatural surroundings hit again: sickly-sweet table scent, ice chunks on furniture. Unseen ominous window. First Raysi visit? No, but layout changes aside—too weird. They acted pre-me?
Stay calm... Explain purpose. Not raving paranoid...
"R-right... Why I'm here. Ahem... To guard you, Raysi."
[Pfft! Sorry, Elizabeth. Momentary lapse...]
[You? Guard me? Underestimating, Elizabeth. Think sex swap tanks my skill overnight?]
Killing intent oozed from Raysi—aimed at me. But I don't flinch easy. Awkward at first, adapted now. That swimsuit getup, hyper curves—whatever!
"No doubt intended. Not solo call—extra quest from incident."
[Incident? Meaning?]
Shit! Shouldn't say. Unstable kid—loose lips?
[Oh? More trouble? Streets chaotic, worrying. Right, Glacia sis?]
[Indeed curious... Why fat-ass Elizabeth graces us. Not for one collapse?]
"Ugh...! Hoo... Fine, listen without freaking... Truth: your fiancée, priestess Muse, found collapsed in church this morning. Stable. Culprit unknown. Guards and guild hunting hard—no worry."
Eyes shut, skipped violation—raw facts. Hope no meltdown... I know marriage pain best. Partner hurt? Spouse hurts most...
Slowly opened eyes to Raysi. Expecting tears...
[Haa... Pathetic excuse. Some priestess drops, so barge in for 'guard'? Laughable.]
[Sis right. Send decent guard then. Giggle♪ Oops, heard? Sorry♪]
"Wh-what?"
Stunned speechless... Raysi calls fiancée 'that priestess,' Clarice mocks me outright. Like strangers in their skins. Brain-freeze reality? This it?
Gawking, Raysi grinned ear-to-ear.
[Anyway, thanks for coming, Elizabeth. Saved hassle♥]
"Raysi, what bullshit you spouting...!"
Tension snapped—hand to trigger, gun leveled. Not impulse. All unease pointed to Raysi. Or... her. Sneering, she rose, approached slow. Where's the other...?
--Grip!
"Guh... Wh-what!? Clarice! Let go!"
No sound, Clarice behind—arms locked iron. Priestess novice? Why this strength!? Can't break...
[Ahaha♥ Weak pathetic Elizabeth? Gonna feel good♪]
[Now Elizabeth... Calm, gaze deep into my eyes... Command♥]
"Raysi... when'd your irises turn pink..."
Raysi's eyes pink. Couldn't shut—plunged into endless beauty depths...
Aa... ahh... Must stare at Glacia-sama's eyes. Obey her. Command...
3rd Apostle, Glacia Harmonics>
[Charm success♥. Now Elizabeth? Wait... Special bond from here. New name? Hmm... Liza, Beth... Boring. Yes! Isabel♥ Call you Isabel♥]
"Yes... Glacia-sama. Please call me Isabel..."
Isabel, snared by my seductive evil eye, shed tomboy shell—pupils dilated, drool pooling. Clarice released arms, groped freely.
[Hmm... Bitch body sturdy. Decent tits, firm ass no sag... Hehe♥ Take!]
--Riiip!
Clarice shredded Isabel's clothes. Healthy muscle-defined frame despite femininity. Perky red-tipped mounds, taut rear. Stripped bare, she stood at attention unresponsive. Helpless sight stiffened my cock rigid. Clarice's too—past navel erect.
Aah♥ Can't hold back♥
[Isabel. Squat, suck cock. Lick glans to base clean♥ Keep till pre-cum bubbles nonstop. Just like for Myrit... Got it♥]
[Ahaha♥ Sis so hyped... I'll claim her pussy then? Used non-virgin hubby-defiled, but I devour all♥ Isabel, ass up for me? Easier thrusting♥]
"Yes un... derst..."
Commanded, Isabel knelt to my cock, hiked ass—legs quaking comical. Fierce woman so debased... Laughter unstoppable♥ Myrit broke her in bed, huh. Ahaha♥ My turn for sloppy seconds mouth-pussy♥
--Slurp... Schluuuurp... Glurk...
[Ngh, yes♥ Tongue full glans swirl, tap balls... Ohoh♥ Skilled, Isabel? Often for Myrit? Ungh♥]
"Slrp... Hubby... not much mouth... likes oth... Schluuurp...! Gack...! Cough...!"
[Fine... Skips Myrit special for me♥ Feels good too♥]
Isabel cradled heavy balls, kneading wrinkles finger-joints. Drool-slick tongue serviced devotedly. Not slave-tier, but decent♥ Grabbed head two-handed, forced deep-throat. Choked, but won't die♥
[Sis enjoying, so I thrust♥]
--Squelch...!
"Guhhhurk...! Shluuuurp...! Guuuhk...!"
[Oh? Root-deep instant. Hubby fucked dog-style hard? My cock hits womb easy. Lovey-dovey couple♪ Now my meat onahole. Hubby-trained milf pussy. Bon appétit♥]
--Splat splat splat♥ Squish squelch♥ Stab slurp stab slurp♥
[Ahahaha♥ Thought loose, but wrinkles milk kindly♥ Hubby cock better? Breathe if yes!]
"Ughk...! Shlurp...!"
[Thrilled by mine—good. Reshape hole to my shape, forget hubby! Flood womb cum♥ Hold every drop. Got it?]
--Stab♥ Slurp♥ Clap clap clap♥ Clapclapclapclap♥
[Ah♥ Clarice raves—wanna try♥ Ngh♥ Ohoh♥ Cumming soon? Isabel, deep-throat my cum. Eat up♥]
"Mmph...!"
Isabel nodded slight—full swallow yes. Unneeded, but♥ Balls tightened, cock swelled limit. Ohot♥ Coming♥
--Gulp... Gluglug...! Spuuurt spuuuurt... Spuuuurrrrrt♥♥♥
"Gllrk...... Grrk...! Gackhack...!"
[Aha♥ Sis blasted plenty♪ Me too—womb cum dump. Cherish in uterus. Might pup my litter first. Eh, Elizabeth? Kyahaha♥]
--Spuurt...! Spuuu shluuuur shluuurt♥♥♥♥
[Ass quivers? Gunslinger ass bouncing like bullets? Ahaha♥ Whore suits better, slut!]
"Kyak... Ah, uaa......"
Mouth- and pussy-flooded near-simul, Isabel shuddered per Clarice—excess cum whiting floor. Lucky mine esophagus-stuffed, no spill—all gut-bound. Silver lining. Right, Isabel?
--Thud...!
Post-climax, withdrew—Isabel puppet-collapsed. Think done? Nah.
[Isabel? Don't flop idiot... Next: bedroom. I'll lie, you hands locked behind, pussy-pound my cock down.]
[Ah♥ Sis pervy idea♥ My turn mouth-pussy. Wreck till jaw unhinges. Not nice like me?]
"Gack...! Guuuuh~ Yes, ma'am..."
Isabel rose slow. Knee-bruised from floor-smack, but self-onahole milf whore? Not my worry. Forced gut-cum belched as foul burps. Mmm~ Love that scent♥
Anyway, Isabel, Myrit ours soon? Then mutual suck-fuck chaos. Rough now? Future selves forgive♥ We'd hunt you absent♥
[Bedroom now. Isabel... Show heaven Myrit skipped. Won't feel pleasure yet though.]
"As com... ma... nded."
Elizabeth Pendragon>
"Nng……… Huh!? Ah?!"
Wh-what. What happened? Where...? Bed? I came to guard Glacia, why lying here? What...
Ugh... Head pounds.
[Oh? Isabel awake? Come guard, raid kitchen booze, crash in bed—what?]
"B-booze? I boozed your house... and crashed?"
[Yes. Elizabeth. Snagged sis's booze, passed out bed. How flustered we were?]
That kid—Glacia's fave junior. Cr- Clarice. With Glacia. Weird. No recall post-seeing them. Really boozed blackout? M-me, who quit for baby-making? St-stress overload...?
[Anyway lunchtime. Head home? Isabel. I handle myself.]
"G-Glacia! Wait. Fiancée hit—could be you next..."
[Hah...! Whore like her, hundreds street-missing no blink. Go already? Useless drunk guard? Pass.]
Sh-it... My blunder bred weird grudge. Clear misunderstanding, sincere apology, guard her side. Uh...... G-Glacia?
[Hate repeating, Isabel? Get out. Now.]
Her words spun my head. Yes... Glacia commands... Out now... Her command...
[Oh Elizabeth? Like that?]
"Mu-st leave ho... me now..."
getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout
[Haa... Sis. Our fault shredding clothes... Right! Farewell gift special outfit. Hubby'll love wifey♥]
getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout
--Creeeak...... Thud......!
getoutgetoutgetoutgetou……… Huh?
"Wh-why am I here?"
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