Round 3-5
“Ah… ah… It was just a dream.”
Yeonhee stretched her body and sat up. Her mind was still foggy and hazy. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already past one in the morning. She had lost consciousness for nearly two hours.
What a terrifying nightmare it had been. Yeonhee as someone else’s bride, Yeonhee carrying someone else’s child, Yeonhee’s man. She had witnessed all three things she never wanted to see at once. And she had done so while herself becoming Yeonhee.
There was one small regret: she had felt like she heard her own name spoken in the dream, yet she could not recall a single word of it. Still, the only name that came to mind was Song Yeonhee.
The living room was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief that neither Gunwoo nor Daeyeon was present.
Just thinking about the penalty of going into heat whenever a man was near was horrifying. If either of them had been there…
Where had Minjeong gone?
She turned her head and spotted a familiar short bob haircut inside the room.
You bastards…
Minjeong’s dress had ridden all the way up, fully exposing her lower body. Thick, white cum was steadily leaking from between her swollen, puffy folds. The floor beneath her was completely soaked, as though she had squirted countless times.
Daeyeon, Gunwoo, or both? For some reason, Yeonhee felt it was most likely Gunwoo.
Gunwoo had been targeting Minjeong and had allied with Daeyeon under that condition.
Yet he had already turned into a monster by ravaging her so thoroughly that she was now this swollen.
Yeonhee covered Minjeong with a blanket and headed toward the bathroom. She needed to pee, but most of all, she had to check her own body.
Her balance was completely shattered. Just lowering her gaze made her massive breasts bounce up and down.
“I’m going insane, really…”
Her voice was completely different. It was no longer the androgynous tone she once had; it was unmistakably a woman’s voice, and one that belonged to someone with a fairly high pitch.
“Ah… ah…”
⟨ CHANGING BODY ⟩
The reflection in the bathroom mirror was pure shock. Her hair had grown all the way down to her back, and not a trace of the man’s face remained.
Yeonhee suddenly remembered her mother. She could see traces of her mother everywhere on her own face.
A pretty face that had been so famous in the neighborhood that her mother had received broadcast offers several times.
Would her mother have had this face if she had been born a girl? What would she say if she saw her current appearance?
At least she was spared the sight, since her mother was already gone.
Yet her body had nothing in common with her mother’s. While her mother had been slender, Yeonhee now possessed a figure so exaggerated it looked impossible in Korea—voluptuous, curvaceous, and unmistakably female.
Her clothes had vanished somewhere. She was now wearing only bra and panties. The original small size had grown with her body.
The bra she was wearing could not be determined; her breasts were simply too large. In contrast, her waist was painfully narrow.
And her hips and thighs were enormous—exactly the kind of size one saw on Latin women from South America.
It was a body that looked like something straight out of a yaoi or hentai manga, yet it was real and flesh.
“So these are my breasts…”
She had liked large breasts even before. She had occasionally thought of the breasts from the version of herself she once was during her time with Minjeong.
But she had never once thought she actually wanted them.
“Huuu…”
When she touched her chest, her sensitive nipples poked up through the bra. The areolas had grown so large they were almost the size of a chocolate pie.
If she had looked like this before the change, she could have passed as a tiny man with enough effort. But now, no matter what she did, it was impossible.
The collar around her neck was gone. Yet even after thinking about it, she did not feel free. The only explanation was that Daeyeon’s presence had simply vanished.
Yeonhee slid her panties down and sat on the toilet. Her enormous hips made her feel as though she was sitting on a cushion.
“Huuu…”
No matter how hard she pushed, nothing came out. Her bladder was still under Daeyeon’s control.
She let out a small sigh and left the bathroom. Her pathetic situation—unable to even pee properly—made her feel ridiculous.
He sat down right beside her.
The guilt of failing to protect the woman who was supposed to become his wife crushed him. There should have been some twist, but this game was unreasonably cruel to both him and Minjeong.
“I’m sorry… I should have stopped this game somehow…”
What would happen if they never returned to normal and simply ended up stuck like this forever? Would he have to live his entire life in a woman’s body?
Yeonhee recalled the brief pregnancy she had felt in the dream. Had she now become able to get pregnant too?
Even if a child was born, it could never be Minjeong’s child.
- Round 3 has ended. Thank you, everyone.
- We will begin Round 4 shortly.
- Please press the Start button on the screen when you are ready.
A black bead with a flashing Start button appeared. They needed to hurry and start the next round; otherwise the game would never end.
Somehow their words had already passed the midpoint. Yeonhee’s remark was far too weak, while Minjeong’s was in third place. Reversing the order did not look easy.
The door suddenly opened and Gunwoo walked in. He had been exercising; his shirt was long gone and his body was drenched in sweat. The body that was already good had become even more toned and muscular through the game, almost like a professional athlete.
He entered the bathroom and the sound of running water filled the room.
‘I’m anxious…’
Yeonhee shielded sleeping Minjeong with her own body. Please, just pass by. Start the next game already.
But his wish was in vain. Gunwoo walked straight over to them.
“Don’t come any closer.”
“Move.”
Thud… thud…
Yeonhee’s heart raced violently.
Fear. And an emotion completely different from fear.
Every time Gunwoo stepped closer, her heart pounded harder and heat surged through her body.
“St-stop…”
“Move.”
“I don’t want to. Minjeong, stop him.”
Gunwoo smirked and sat down directly in front of her.
Thud… thud…
“Noona, what are you now? Still acting like you’re Minjeong’s boyfriend?”
Too… too close… Her nipples stood rock-hard through the bra. Her face burned red and she could not even look at him.
“I… I’m Minjeong’s boyfriend. If you have even a shred of conscience left, then… argh!”
Gunwoo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her onto the bed.
“Let go!”
With her weakened body, she could not push him away. Gunwoo pulled down her panties and pressed his face to her own. His thick, veiny manhood hovered right in front of her nose.
“Huuuueeh…”
“I’ve been bothered by this since earlier, but you need to remember your place now, Noona.”
The musky scent of his cock filled her nose and began to spread through her brain.
Already horny from the penalty, the moment his penis touched her face, her mind melted.
Squelch… squelch…
Yeonhee’s own hand moved on its own, rubbing her dripping pussy. Wet squelching sounds filled the room as she stroked her soaked folds.
“Ah… ahh…”
Her eyes were glued to Gunwoo’s red, throbbing penis. She licked her lips and started thrusting her own hips, teasing her swollen breasts.
Gunwoo’s thick cock… so big… I want to eat it, want to take it inside, my fingers are not enough…
No… I can’t… I have to hold back. I’m a man. I can’t take this crazy cock. If I take it… I might lose my manliness.
“Noona, you need this?”
“No… no… I don’t need it, get it away!”
The last thread of her rationality held on. Yeonhee rubbed her clit harder.
If only she could climax, if only she could calm this disgusting lust…
“Ah… huuueh… why… why are you doing this…”
Even after stimulating her clit and sucking her nipples, she could not reach climax. The feeling was only getting more intense.
She realized the penalty was far more vicious than she thought. She had gone into heat because a man was nearby, yet there was no way to solve it without a man.
I want to… I want to go…
I want to go… but I can’t…
My head is spinning… I feel like I’m going crazy… I’m becoming someone else…
Pleasure summoned lust, and lust summoned pleasure—the vicious cycle. There was no exit.
Finally the cycle snapped the last thread of her rationality.
“…Please…”
“What?”
“You… put it in…”
“Say it again.”
“Put your… your penis in my pussy… ram it in… huuuueh… make me come…”
“Noona, are you a man? Why would a man fuck you? I’m not gay.”
“Haah… haah… I’m not a man…”
“Noona, you said Minjeong’s boyfriend. A boyfriend is a man, right?”
“Ah… no… I’m a woman… huuueh… so put it in… please…”
“If you’re a woman, you don’t have a boyfriend either. You can’t get married, right?”
“Ugh… no. I… I’m a woman… women can’t… have boyfriends… women can’t marry women…”
Yeonhee unconsciously lifted her hips and rubbed her ass against Gunwoo’s crotch like a bitch in heat.
Minjeong, who had woken up, stared at Yeonhee. Their eyes met for a second, but Yeonhee’s eyes were already lost in lust.
“See? You’re now just a woman, nothing more than Minjeong’s boyfriend.”
Gunwoo spoke while looking at Minjeong. Minjeong stared at the two of them with a dazed expression, then walked out of the room.
Slap… slap… slap… slap…
The sound of Gunwoo pounding behind them began.
