No Longer Seen as Female
Now... I don't look like a female anymore?
After spending the morning with Evelyn, Han Do-yoon headed to see Karia again, just like yesterday. The cabin was buried under piles of golden fallen leaves, gleaming like a dragon's lair under the morning sun. No one could sleep in past dawn in a place like this...
She's still asleep.
It was past 11 a.m. Normally, she'd have started her routine by now. Yet Karia was out cold, door unlocked, wearing just thin panties and a tank top.
I could rape her like a dog and she wouldn't even notice.
Her red hair had turned into that same jet-black mess from yesterday. The dark circles under her eyes lingered, and her belly and thighs looked even thicker... Not obese, but just the right amount—plump and inviting. Any more and I'd have to call her a masturbation-addicted pig-pervert dragon. The gloomy style change made her look like a completely different person. Her unkempt hair, drool at the corner of her mouth, the stretched tank top squeezing her sideboobs so the flesh bulged out. That womb-swollen lower belly begged to be poked... And after grinding hard last night, her white panties—slightly yellowed—clearly outlined her labia majora.
...Ahem.
Wet or not, I suddenly felt like shoving them aside and thrusting in. But Han Do-yoon wasn't some merciless rapist. That's what he told himself, anyway.
This is my fault.
He'd broken her iron will by relentlessly pounding, drugging, and creampieing her into this state. From a male perspective, it wasn't bad, but considering her future as a dragon, it was a problem.
I need to fix her.
For now, Han Do-yoon decided to wait for Karia to wake up.
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"Huuuuh..."
After climaxing until she passed out last night, Karia had slept deeply. It felt good, but depression hit the moment she woke. She vowed every morning to change, but she never did.
I couldn't help it yesterday...
She made excuses to herself. If that guy hadn't shown up, she might've gone for a night walk, changed things up, or gone to bed early. He'd vanished after washing up, but remembering his touch on her bed made her womb ache with ovulation cravings. She had no choice but to imagine his firm thigh as a pillow.
...And just thinking about it soaked her crotch again.
With a giddy "ehehe," she started groping her breasts and clit right after waking.
"Uuung... Why'd you take all my eggs... What for♡"
Recalling how he'd neatly licked her freshly laid eggs right in front of her, her hands sped up... Then a clatter from the kitchen startled her.
"Wh-who's there?"
Who the hell dared invade a dragon's lair?
Karia yanked up her panties to her knees and stormed out.
"...Wh-what?"
"What time is it? I told you to act human when I'm treating you like one... Fuck, did you finger yourself again while I was gone?"
"Eek!"
Her nipples poked holes through the tank top, her panties soaked like wet tissue paper. Realizing her state, Karia hurriedly covered up—then felt Han Do-yoon's gaze and dropped her hands. Deep down, she hoped he'd handle her like a beast again.
He's not gonna...?
Han Do-yoon glanced at the kitchen. No taste for cooking, apparently—just a mana stove and pot. While she slept, he'd grabbed ingredients from the nearby market and whipped up stew.
"Eat breakfast."
"B-breakfast? ...How can I trust food from you!"
Han Do-yoon demonstratively scooped and ate a spoonful right in front of her. Only then did Karia sit at the table.
This... feels like married life? Ehehe.
She couldn't remember the last proper meal. Fresh veggie salad drizzled with oil, stew perfectly seasoned and chewy.
I want this every day...♡
Realizing what that implied, Karia shoved the thought away. No forgiveness for the man who'd turned her into this... and he couldn't be her lifelong mate.
Good at cooking... great at fucking, though.
She devoured it gluttonously, licking the plates clean. Seemed like she wanted seconds, so he gave more. In the end, she polished off a whole pot of stew.
"Good to see you eating well."
"...Enjoy the view. Dragon feasts aren't common."
"Didn't notice the hormone suppressant in the stew? Something wrong with your tongue?"
Karia froze!
"I-I knew it! You bastard! What're you planning this time? N-not... my other hole too...!"
"Your brain's stuck on that one track... Serious problem."
"Your fault! What'd you feed me this time!"
Watching her grind her teeth brought back memories of her old self... But she was far from the star-symbol dragon she could be.
"...Feeling responsible, so I added a hormone suppressant. Suppresses reptile ovulation and libido."
"Wh-why feed me that!"
"Your poor clit was getting abused nonstop."
"It's mine! I wanna play with mine—why interfere!"
...Because you're my companion.
He couldn't say what hadn't happened yet. Swallowing his gloom, Han Do-yoon replied.
"Borrowing half-dragon power to clear floor 20 easily... But you're in no shape now."
Han Do-yoon leaned in close, faces almost touching, while the drug hadn't kicked in yet.
Ugh, why so sudden...
Fear making her retreat until she hit the wall. Her soaked tits jiggled. Without touching, he just inhaled her nape scent deeply—like savoring food. Her nipples stiffened again, panties flooding. Her melted-slime tail coiled around his thigh.
"You're hopeless."
"Wh-why..."
Her needy voice and body begging for his touch...
Han Do-yoon pulled away coldly.
"Can't do anything for you right now."
"What? W-wait... I don't get what you're after... What do you expect from me!"
Han Do-yoon left Karia's cabin. He had plenty to do, and fixing a broken woman wasn't his expertise.
For this... there's a specialist.
Who better to understand women than another woman? And someone to strictly handle a man-crazed, masturbation-addicted dragon...
Existed.
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After Han Do-yoon left coldly, Karia's depression deepened.
Am I... not appealing anymore?
She'd noticed his gaze change. No more whispers of "cute" and "lovely" in her ear. Even hating it in her head, her body had spread legs and lifted hips for easier access under that look. His panting breath alone made her feel like a proper female.
But now it was reversed. The emotion that filled her body and heart from his eyes was gone. His sweet voice had turned cold, like addressing an object.
Now... I don't look like a female anymore?
She stood before the mirror. Half-dragon Karia Redheart. No trace of her red dragon mother—just her weak father's features. Jet-black hair, black eyes, horns like dry twigs...
And fat.
"Huuu... Sniff..."
How'd she end up like this? Snapping to, she was this mess... She wanted to return to the body he'd embraced.
But no idea how.
This was her first time like this.
What should I do?
As she wallowed... Someone knocked on her cabin door.
-Knock knock.
"Pardon, anyone home? Looking for Karia Redheart's residence."
Wiping tear stains, she went out... And there stood the figure from rumors.
First time seeing her in person. But instantly recognizable. The spider who cleaved the sky with one sword, felling even dragons—Heavenly Sword Arachne.
"Heavenly Sword... Arachne? Wh-what brings someone like you here...?"
"You know me? Fame's a curse. Never introduce myself anymore... Anyway, makes this quick. You're Karia Redheart?"
"Y-yes... What business here?"
"A friend asked me to look after you... It'll be strict training, but don't take it wrong—it's to help."
Arachne snapped her fingers. White threads from her lower body shot out, binding Karia's limbs into a spider cocoon.
"Red dragon hybrid with neutered fire sac? Perfect for teaching. My disciple outdid me, so I was bored—great timing, kekeke."
Venom fangs pierced the cocoon, mind going blissfully fuzzy.
From the conversation flow... She instantly knew who Arachne's "friend" was. Grinding her teeth for the first time in ages.
Ugh... Why'd you dump me on her too... You bastaaard...
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Hm? Someone cursing me?
His ears itched today. Some researcher claimed Tower World's residents were linked to the Tower itself, easily influencing each other. Itchy ears? Nineteen times out of twenty, someone badmouthing you.
Han Do-yoon strongly endorsed the theory.
Probably Karia.
He'd handed her to Heavenly Sword Arachne. She'd turned bratty Isana into Sword God. Among acquaintances, only Arachne could make someone shape up.
So he'd told her about Karia... And she'd gladly taken her as a second disciple.
Originally, Karia and Heavenly Sword had no connection... Things are diverging more from people I know...
Han Do-yoon was now in Gehenna's underground.
In Tower World, metals came from trial floors, but basics like iron and copper could be mined city-sub. Craftsmen with metalworking talent lived underground near mines...
With folks from diverse worlds, it wasn't dingy. Close ties with alchemists meant artificial suns—more like a well-lit industrial park. Like sunny New York every day.
"Not a warrior... Mage? Alchemist? What brings you? Nothing for alchemists here."
Thanks to foreknowledge, Han Do-yoon's artisan-spotting eye was spot-on. At a reliable smithy by future standards, a familiar dwarf greeted him in an unfamiliar dialect.
"Commissioning parts. For this gun... I'll handle magic engraving and alchemy arrays. Check the drive system, special spring, and bullet too."
"This..."
The dwarf donned glasses, inspected the Last Wish Han Do-yoon handed over.
"Evelyn's disciple? Explains the familiar exoskeleton... First time seeing this design—fun... Ahem, modified like this... Blueprints?"
"Here... Basic structure like a telescope. And... Will shape-change via alchemy array, so use shape-memory alloy."
"Expensive, hard-to-get material."
"Figured, so I brought it."
He offered rewards traded up to floor 19. The dwarf eyed the designs and whistled.
"...Evelyn's work? Genius idea."
"Something like that."
"Alternating rough and fine polishing... Micro-machining, plating... Won't finish in a day or two. Leave it. Send to Evelyn's workshop when done."
Till Karia recovered, it'd take days. Han Do-yoon nodded gladly and left.
...Oh yeah, Isana mentioned something about the guild.
Tower World's three conquerors. Rule Breaker Shin Tae-jun. Info on him in old Gehenna.
Got time, and I'm here—might as well hunt Rule Breaker traces.