Transformation
Morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains.
Shin Sang-hyuk opened his eyes with a low groan.
His entire body felt heavy, as if he had just surfaced from a long submersion in deep water. He shook his head and tried to sit up, then froze at a strange sensation.
His clothes… were wrong.
The top of his pajamas had torn open across the shoulders and chest. The pants had split along the thighs and hung in tatters. Scraps of fabric lay scattered across the floor.
Sang-hyuk staggered toward the bathroom.
Out of habit he looked into the mirror above the sink.
His body locked in place. Terror flooded through him.
The man reflected in the glass… was not him.
"Aagh—who… who the hell are you?!"
He leapt a full meter backward, fists raised in a fighting stance.
The man in the mirror mirrored the pose. Left-handed.
There was no one else in the room.
He lifted an arm. The man in the mirror lifted an arm.
He tried a smile. The man in the mirror smiled.
"Is that… me?"
"Hey! Who are you?" he shouted. The man in the mirror shouted too—but only one voice filled the air.
That's me…? For real?
His height had clearly increased. Once 166 cm, he now looked every bit of 187 cm.
His shoulders had broadened, his waist narrowed, and the soft belly he used to carry had become sharply defined abs. His skin was clear and taut; his jawline was both sharp and elegant.
His eyes were deep and faintly luminous, as if they quietly pulled at the heart of anyone who met them.
"…Huh. Still half-asleep from the dream. Maybe I should go back to bed."
Sang-hyuk rested a hand against the mirror. His fingers trembled.
It wasn't only the face. The voice he heard while muttering to himself was no longer his own.
Where his old voice had been light and slightly frivolous, this one was deep yet clear—rich and cool, the kind of tone that made a person feel better just by hearing it.
"This is… me…?"
His heart hammered.
He staggered as if he might faint and braced himself against the sink.
The man in the mirror still watched him. He was so beautiful it was almost frightening.
Deep inside his cock, the beads pulsed once—softly, insistently—as if telling him to accept the change.
At the same hour, inside the executive director's office at Taesung Group, where Sang-hyuk worked.
Thick curtains sealed the quiet room.
Executive Director Song Hee-jun sat on the sofa with his pants down and legs spread, head tipped back. On her knees in front of him, his female secretary worked her head steadily up and down.
Lee Yu-na, a married woman.
Thirty-four years old. Before joining the company she had been a flight attendant for a major airline. Her refined, polished looks always reminded people of a television announcer.
Dressed in a neat suit, she had the executive director's cock buried deep in her mouth.
"Mmm… slurp… haah… Director, your cock… it's clinging to my mouth so perfectly today…."
She slowly wrapped her tongue around the head, coating it generously with saliva.
When she sucked hard on the sensitive underside of the glans, the director's thighs twitched.
Secretary Lee narrowed her eyes as if savoring the taste and pushed the shaft deeper into her throat.
"Uek—"
The moment the head touched the back of her throat she gagged, yet she did not pull away.
Instead she lowered her head further, rubbing the glans against her soft palate as if trying to swallow it whole.
She rolled her tongue around the shaft, stroking it up and down, then focused solely on the head, sucking with vacuum force.
"That's it… just like that… this secretary of mine, your mouth-pussy is fucking incredible today."
The director groaned low and gripped her hair, then drove his cock hard into her throat.
Keh—keh—
Tears welled in her eyes, but she still did not release him. She used her throat to squeeze and release the head in rhythmic pulses.
Every time the glans speared her throat, wet, filthy sounds filled the office.
Thick saliva mixed with precum spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down the shaft.
As the director's breathing grew ragged, she increased her speed.
At the end she sucked the head with fierce pressure while flicking the tip of her tongue against the urethra; the director's hips jerked and he began to come.
"Mmph—!"
Hot semen shot straight down her throat.
She sealed her lips tightly, determined not to spill a drop, and continued to suck gently until the last pulse ended.
When she deliberately stimulated the hypersensitive head with her tongue right after he finished, Song Hee-jun cried out.
"You crazy bitch! Stop… stop it… ahh-hh…."
Even after no more cum came out, she kept the cock in her mouth and thoroughly cleaned the head and shaft with her tongue.
She gathered every remaining trace, pushed it back into her mouth, and swallowed. She even probed the tip of the urethra with the tip of her tongue until the last drop was gone.
"Haa… how was my mouth-pussy, Director?"
She wiped the saliva and semen from her lips with a finger, licked it clean, and smiled.
"Fuck, that was amazing. Where the hell did you learn to suck like a pro?"
"Aww… I don't know. Don't ask me that."
Lee Yu-na's eyes were already wet and shining. She looked back and forth between her wedding ring and the director's cock, fully savoring the thrill of adultery.
The director stroked her hair with satisfied fingers.
"Stay late again tonight and finish the reports. Got it?"
"Yes, Director. Of course…."
"Are you wearing the thing I gave you?"
"Yes."
"I want to see it."
Lee Yu-na stood, hiked up her skirt, and turned around.
She wore no panties. Her smooth, plump, porcelain-white ass came into view.
Nestled between the cheeks of the married secretary's ass, a red cubic gem sparkled.
She had come to work with an anal plug seated in her hole. Looking back over her shoulder, she gave a shy little smile.
Her face flushed crimson.
"Good. You're wearing it properly."
"Did you do the enema too?"
"You told me not to…."
"I like that. I'll give you the enema myself tonight in the bathroom attached to the office. You may go."
"Yes, Director."
Lee Yu-na lowered her skirt and left the office, the click of her high heels fading down the corridor.
"That bitch just gets tastier the more I use her."
Song Hee-jun gazed fondly at the saliva-soaked front of his pants.
Lee Yu-na's husband had been transferred to a regional branch under the director's pressure; they were now a weekend-only couple.
On weekends she returned to her husband. During the week she belonged completely to Song Hee-jun, his personal toy.
Shit… if the lipstick on my cock gets on my underwear…
He began searching the room for wet wipes.
At the same moment, far beyond a deep fissure invisible to human eyes.
A vast castle stood beneath a black sky.
It was less a building than a living organism that writhed and pulsed. Crimson crystals were embedded in the ceiling, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of essence.
Two beings sat upon high thrones.
On the left, the King of Incubi.
On the right, the Queen of Succubi.
Below the thrones, numerous male and female demons tangled naked in groups, drowning in pleasure.
Loud moans echoed through the hall.
The King of Incubi spoke in a low voice.
"Has Lord Valentine… awakened?"
A subordinate succubus bowed her head.
"Not yet, Your Majesty. The core has settled into a human body… but the awakening is incomplete."
"Why?"
"It seems… Lord Valentine himself is refusing to wake. His will is tangled with the human's, and he is rejecting a full return."
The Queen of Succubi smiled thinly.
The smile held both interest and displeasure.
"Fascinating. The core of the Dark Sovereign, trying to subordinate itself to a worthless human."
"What shall we do?"
"We watch. Make the human use the power himself. The more he uses it, the more Lord Valentine's core will be forced toward awakening. The more he resists… the deeper the invasion will go."
The King of Incubi slowly closed his eyes.
"It is a fragment we waited three hundred years to reclaim. Do not rush. However… if Valentine resists too long, we will have to force him awake."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"We have waited more than five thousand years for Her Majesty Lilith to open her eyes. Do not ruin everything by failing to wait a few mere months. Absolute restraint."
The Queen of Succubi spoke in a quiet voice.
Shin Sang-hyuk ended up taking the morning off and only arrived at the company in the afternoon.
He ordered clothes from an online shop and had them delivered by express courier.
After barely managing to put on a suit and washing his face roughly, he boarded the subway.
The moment he stepped into the car…
He felt the full force of being twenty centimeters taller.
Almost no one stood at his eye level.
Damn, this is hard to get used to…
It didn't feel bad, but it worried him. This was not normal. Was he still dreaming?
That wasn't all. The gazes of the women in the car locked onto him.
Especially on Line 2… when they passed a certain women's university…
He felt the eyes of female students heading to afternoon classes flicking toward him again and again.
They pretended to look at their phones, but every pair of eyes was fixed on him. A few stared openly with dazed expressions; when Sang-hyuk turned his head they flinched and looked away, feigning indifference.
It was the same when he reached the office.
As he walked down the corridor, female employees stopped in their tracks to stare.
"Uh… Assistant Manager Shin? That is you, right?"
They recognized him, at least.
"Did Assistant Manager Shin always look like that…?"
"How did we never notice…?"
Whispers rose from every direction.
Even the male juniors shot him strange glances.
People who would normally have treated Sang-hyuk like a transparent ghost now kept an odd distance while remaining fully aware of him.
Sang-hyuk sat at his desk and turned on the computer.
The face reflected in the monitor was still unfamiliar. Beautiful features, deep and faintly luminous eyes. Every time he spoke, the people around him fell quiet.
Inside his heavy cock, the beads pulsed slowly.
(End of Chapter 3)