Ep 48: Fe + Male (2) <Side: Trike Steel>
Today I oversaw Trike's posture training. It wasn't really my job as a mage, but it meant I could stick close to Trike, touch that scent, that body. I didn't call in an instructor—I read the books and taught him myself. Because I'm a genius! Reciting from a few books is a piece of cake. But more than that... I get to watch that adorable Trike sweating buckets during training, panting from exhaustion... up close!
He used to be like a wary cat at first, rejecting my touch. But thanks to my relentless efforts, now he smiles the moment he sees my face—a reborn, obedient boy...! Haa♡ Trike's so cuuute today too♡ Driving me crazy♡ He's perfect future husband material. Sorry about your arm. I could dispel that minor spell myself, but... if I did it right away, you'd leave me, right...? So just endure it a tiny bit longer♡ I'll lift it along with the ring on the day you become completely mine♡ You can't resist this dramatic staging, can you? Hehe♡
Yeah, the growth-stunting potion seems to be working steadily too. To perfect Trike even more, I need to research what to do next. Oh, right... Anidia asked about changelings... What's got her investigating fairy tales all of a sudden? She wouldn't be trying to catch a fairy, would she...? No way... Sigh... Anyway, gotta handle that first. And today, I'll bathe with my sweat-drenched Trike♡~~
『Cross Moon Territory - Day 28 (Lunch)』
"………Ah, ughhh…"
Words failed me in that instant. Why…? This letter. I could just dismiss it as slander and move on. No evidence at all—just baseless accusations against Lady Heri, who I trust implicitly.
"This isn't true… It's fabricated… Lady Heri would never… I-I won't believe it…"
I understood Rachel's goal with this ominous letter: to pull me to her side. To sever the bond between Lady Heri and me in the process. It started from our first encounter—a lingering grudge. At first, I thought it was crude meddling to drive a wedge between us. Lady Heri had taken in a worthless thief like me, who dared steal from her, without punishment or conditions… She's like a goddess to me.
"But… why… why is my heart trembling like this…?"
I still feel endless gratitude toward Lady Heri. She saved me, pulled me from a wretched life in the back alleys—my savior, my master. But that moment when we first met… the emotions I felt then, the expression on her face… Why is it resurfacing now…? It should be irrelevant to me now…!
"Ahh… What's your name, kid…?"
"N-none…! Let go…!"
"Hehe, you're so cuuute~ Wanna come with big sis? Your arm looks pretty inconvenient. I can fix that for you♡"
The moment my hand dipped into her pocket, she grabbed me. Following her slender arm up, I saw her face. What was I thinking then? Shock? Panic? No… no… When I saw Lady Heri's face… I was terrified. So utterly terrified. Back then, I didn't have the words, but now with more knowledge, I'd describe that look as…
"Lust… desire… obsession? Lady Heri was definitely looking at me with that kind of face…"
To me, saved by her genuine care, these memories were buried deep underground… So why are they rising now, at this moment…!? This is wrong… too wrong…!
"She clearly saw me as a sexual object. Lady Heri… n-no, she wouldn't…?"
And another memory—not from our first meeting, but during the time she rescued and treated me. A doubt I heard back then, long forgotten until now…!
"Why… why did Lady Heri save me? What was the reason for her unprovoked kindness… what did she want…?"
If Rachel's sorcery had messed with my mind, that'd be one thing. But these memories and emotions bubbling up are undeniably mine from the past. The deepest-buried ones are resurfacing, churning my heart…
"That letter… if only it didn't exist…!"
I stared at the letter Rachel left, yelling back and forth at it. No—tracing it back, it all started with her words.
"One thing to note. Heri isn't as righteous as you think. She's wrapped up in far darker thoughts than you imagine. Then, truly farewell♥ See you next time if there's a chance♥"
Everything went wrong after those words! Endless worries crushing my head, trying to shatter my heart… If only this were a dream, but I know best it's not.
To quell these impure feelings, resolve this anguish, I need answers. From Lady Heri… I need confirmation from her. Funny, right? I'm the one who started doubting… yet seeking answers from her… But… but…! Otherwise… Rachel's words become true. That would mean Lady Heri really deceived me…?
"This… it's necessary for Lady Heri too… She won't mind…"
Leaving my steel arm untreated on purpose, managing me to make me dependent…? A fetish for small boys, so she took me in deliberately…? Hah… absurd accusations. Obviously lies. No—they have to be. I need to know.
"No way that's true… Lady Heri is kind… she is…"
My resolve hardened. No time to sit idle… I stood, intending to meet Lady Heri right away. But… annoyingly, something grabbed my ankle again…
"Clothes… what do I do…?"
My body's in an indescribable state. First, buck naked without a rag. Second, I've become female. Third, the lewd pink pattern glowing faintly on my lower abdomen. No one in the guild—not even Lady Heri—would recognize me as 'Trike Steel' now. Plus, my body's grown so much bigger than my male days; old clothes don't fit.
Heading to the territory entrance like this? I'd be rejected at the gate, finger-pointed as a whore, dismissed as a lunatic even with excuses—voice and build all different.
"Teleport mirror…"
Besides marching in boldly, one other option: the teleport mirror hidden somewhere in the forest. Like the one in the guild basement, for guild spies. The one I used for secret forest trips—Lady Heri hid it at a specific spot, and I vaguely know where.
"But… with this body…"
Arrival point: guild basement magic lab. Heavily guarded by Lady Heri's familiars sharing all senses with her—over 30 visible ones. A naked woman appearing unannounced? Instant interception… death.
My limited brain couldn't devise better options.
"Sigh… Sitting here won't help… I'll walk and think."
No wasting time. I tore old male clothes to cover vitals minimally, headed into the forest. Stuffed the letter haphazardly in my bosom—no pockets. Discarded Heri-gifted items—no storage. Following the artificial forest road led to the territory entrance after tens of minutes. Of course… I scouted from afar behind trees, away from guards.
"Haa… now what…? Can't go forward or back…"
Sighing at the impasse, no ideas… Then a voice flashed in my mind. And the still-glowing tattoo on my abdomen.
"Trike dear will live like that forever, but right now, it'd trouble both Rachel and you. So use the power of that yin gate Rachel gave—it disguises you as your old male self♥ A perfect camouflage spell, so precise even your benefactor won't notice♥"
'Your benefactor'—Lady Heri—undetectable perfect male disguise from this tattoo. If real, exactly what I need now. But how to activate? No clue.
"Ah, aaah…!? When did my pussy juices… pool like this on the ground…?"
Ignoring my serious turmoil, pussy juices had leaked into a puddle unnoticed… Rachel's doing too, surely…! Doubting if the tattoo's function was just wordplay, I pondered re-entry when…
"Huh…?"
My reflection in the pussy juice puddle… differed greatly from reality.
"M-male…? My old male self…?"
Beyond the puddle: unmistakably my male form, fully clothed. Shocked, thinking I'd reverted, I groped myself…
"Ah, aaang♥"
Plump breasts, swollen hips, pussy—all intact. My moan confirmed the female voice; I pulled hands away. Body still female. But reflection—others' view—was truly my old male self.
"This… is my chance. No time to waste."
Confirming the tattoo, I stepped from the trees, strode to the entrance. Now male Trike Steel. Besides discarded magic tool, I had the guild seal. Show that, and in.
"Trike Steel. Let me in."
"Phew… made it."
Luckily successful. As expected, flashing the guild master's seal skipped search—just ID check, straight in. Staring at the seal, damn convenient. Rarely used externally, always via secret passages, but handy now.
"What next…?"
Inside territory, prioritized: meet Heri, resolve heart's knot. Obvious #1. Quick decision: head to guild.
Yes… my feet surely headed there…
"Why… why am I in front of the church…?"
I halted blankly before the church. Why…? Guild route passes it, but why stop here? Come to think… church. Feels oddly familiar…
"'You're being deceived by Heri. Heri erased your memories, Heri's a lunatic. Heri could easily fix your arm's spell but won't. Go to the church. Ask the priest there to heal your steel arm—test if Rachel's words are true. If fixed, meet here tomorrow to talk.'"
"R-right…! The letter. Rachel said go to the church… to verify her claims, ask for healing there…"
Did the letter subconsciously lead me here…? Ridiculous… I wouldn't believe her nonsense, but…
"Can't trust Rachel. But… church has priests. Asking them to heal my arm isn't a loss…"
Inner hope. Since joining Heri, I'd never voluntarily visited church. Not forbidden, just no need. No missions there, never mentioned steel arm. Untried method.
Not believing Rachel. Just… human nature to try every option. Haa… heart racing pointlessly. Priests can't fix what stumps Heri, but… maybe.
Steeling myself, eyeing the church… it looked chaotic. Midday lunch prayer peak—should be bustling, but no one entering. Those trying turned away at the door. Two nuns blocking entry. Between them, a sign on the main door.
[Church interior under construction. No entry except authorized personnel. Apologies for the inconvenience due to unscheduled work.]
"That's why they're turning back."
Damn… irritating…! Dragged precious steps here instead of Heri, now construction blocks it. Wait… authorized? Church-guild allies; they handle adventurer funerals. As guild member, sorta authorized? Seal might work… worth trying seriously…
"Something wrong, sister♥?"
"Eek…!?"
W-what!? Approached without a sound… They were the door-guarding nuns. But… odd appearance…?
"N-nuns…?"
"Yes♥ We serve this church as nuns♥"
Church nuns—familiar from guild/street sightings. Usually white robes… but these wore skin-tight black habits outlining every curve. Not just that—their breasts… massive. Bigger than mine (not small), brazenly displayed. Nipples poking through—no bra? Hips bursting the fabric. Exposed faces: unnaturally pale, bloodless. Red eyes, unfocused… corpse-like. Yet… why do they feel so familiar? I rarely visit church—first time seeing them, but terrifyingly intimate. Instinct screams: kin, same blood, comrades from the same womb.
Caught in this emotional whirl, I gawked speechless. Nuns spoke first.
"Ah♥ Authorized personnel. Church under construction, but you can enter freely♥"
"Uh… y-yes…?"
W-what? I said nothing yet… Perplexed by their eager permission. A nun sidled close, whispering without waiting.
"The Apostle awaits inside♥"
"Hng…!?"
Apostle…? Odd comfort from the word. 'Apostle'—Rachel's constant self-reference: Goddess's apostle. Why from these nuns?
—Creaaak… The church doors, always locked, swung open unbidden. Welcoming me wide… Clearly luring. But… irresistible♥ I'll play along… Just a quick visit anyway. Priests might heal my arm, and above all… Apostle. So curious♥ Who… what kind of person♥ I didn't plan to enter… just test something. Waving hands beyond the door… Fine, I'll go—don't fuss♥
"I-I'm going in…"
Eyes squeezed shut, I stepped lightly through.
—Boom…! Both feet inside, doors slammed shut automatically. Startled eyes open… Huh…? I-is this the church?
"Is this… the church…?"
Rainbow stained glass on sides: ominous dark crimson. Chairs and furnishings: all tentacle-wrapped. Not Heri's—bumpy protrusions, thicker, longer red tentacles… Floor's red carpet: writhing like veins. Goddess statues everywhere: shattered, unrecognizable. Especially altar's massive one: replaced entirely…
"Tasteless…"
There: a vulgar statue—woman fingers laced behind head, legs spread squat. Breasts, hips… extra-large. And central skyward hyper cock… If vulgarity incarnate, it'd look like that. Definitely not my church. Teleport on crossing? Or truly original…? Then a sweet voice echoed.
"That's the pitiful soul she mentioned. Clarice?"
"Yep~ Right on, Mel♥ Rachel nailed it—she came."
"Progress looks solid. Hmm… Body still scrawny, but intriguing spells on her."
Green hair, black skin, elf. Black stringy outfit… barely covering nipples and pussy—or cock? Pussy/ass tentacle-fucked, constant squelching, yet casually chatting pervert elf. Beside: pale-skinned red-eyed white-haired 'nun'… Unlike veiled ones, only veil on head—otherwise nude. Lounging on tentacle bed, eyeing me… Above: floating leg-crossed, heterochromatic eyes glaring down—redhead woman. Gaudier ornaments, dark-red weapons than forest Rachel; nude body crawling tentacles—no flinch.
Instinct screamed: she's most dangerous here… All three: overwhelming bodies beyond women, superior cocks beyond men—proudly exposed transcendent monsters. I'd met similar before. Sensual, lewdness embodied… 'Apostles' fits them…
"So beautiful… haaah♥"
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