Chapter 44
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: 43. Evil Dragon vs Divine Sword
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Scanning Si-woo's lewd, utterly depraved body from top to bottom, I felt a hot throbbing deep inside my belly.
A being that infuriates my very womb. All these heroines, perfectly optimized for yuri. This is insane.
No, wait—this one's the protagonist, right? The protagonist's fallen to heroine status.
Choi Si-woo reflexively responded to my words.
"No, th-this is a misunderstanding. I mean, I was just looking for clothes that fit this body comfortably for working out, and these fit perfectly."
It was an obvious excuse, but dolphin pants really are comfortable. And easy on the eyes. The wearer enjoys them too—best of both worlds, right?
In short, no matter the intent, Choi Si-woo—you're a slut.
Even so, I couldn't wrap my head around Choi Si-woo—who must've had his fill in every previous loop—choosing this of his own volition.
Even if he wanted to become a woman. What kind of lunatic turns into a girl and immediately throws on something like that for a workout?
Personality aside, Si-woo wasn't the type of lucky bastard with that kind of carefree vibe.
Which left one explanation. Choi Si-woo wasn't alone. It was the Divine Sword, after all.
"Did the Divine Sword egg you on?"
"Huh? How'd you know?"
"What a slutty bitch. Can't hold back already, huh?"
Strutting around in those dolphin pants, flaunting her femininity... How could anyone resist eating that up?
Hoo. Hoo. Si-woo-jang... No. Messing around with Geum Tae-yang's got me picking up his mindset.
No. Let's think this through.
This is all Choi Si-woo's fault. Look at that face and body. A guy who's fucked countless women wouldn't not know how pretty he looks now.
Common sense: If Choi Si-woo had turned into some massively fat sumo wrestler of a woman, would he be wearing dolphin pants? No way.
He knows he looks good. Knows it suits him. That's why he's wearing it.
Even if the Divine Sword egged him on, this is 99.99% Choi Si-woo's fault.
Being that pretty is a sin. Flaunting it like a bitch in heat is a sin. It's practically begging to be dominated.
But first things first.
"Choi Si-woo. Let's do some villain shit together."
Easing into fucking Choi Si-woo after convincing him didn't sound bad.
"Because of those rumors floating around the academy?"
"That's part of it, sure. But the academy limits our moves too much. With the media playing it up, shaking off the 'villain academy' stigma on Hansung Academy won't be easy."
Of course, with Yoo Jin-seok's help, it'd all be solved.
But no matter how I thought about it, I didn't want to owe that guy anything. Even if we forcibly suppressed it now, resentment toward Hansung would keep bubbling up.
Truth is, I'd agonized over this a lot.
"Yoo Eun-ha. What do you want to do?"
The mood shifted. He suddenly got serious.
Choi Si-woo was the righteous hero incarnate, after all.
No matter what, he'd want to gauge my ideology. Honestly, I wanted to straight-up say I knew this world's future. But pitching it that directly might lead to "You died early—how'd you regress?" and I wasn't ready for that heat.
"Dunno. Vigilante stuff?"
"Vigilante? No, even so..."
Choi Si-woo looked conflicted.
He'd normally shut it down flat, but he knew. Going villain-side could build real power.
And right now, that female brain of his was probably churning.
About heroine Yoo Eun-ha turning villain.
What was Yoo Eun-ha's organization?
Was Yoo Eun-ha truly evil, or good?
Worst case, maybe even wondering if he had to fuck me himself.
Unlike your average dense harem protag, this guy got shit done when it counted. Starts off playing hard to get, then instinct kicks in—plugs any hole he sees.
He never left a laid-out feast untouched.
Time to persuade him more, maybe? What to do?
There was a surefire way to fuck him right now. Especially since his body was male just recently. A male mind facing female pleasure? He'd cave.
From my experience living as a guy, no way he holds out.
Especially a stud like Choi Si-woo with all that experience.
[How about revealing my existence? That could work well, Master.]
"Oh, right—that method."
The ancient legacy. The Akashic Records existed.
"What're you talking about?"
"That ancient legacy I got before."
"Yeah, I never asked about it. What's up?"
"The ancient legacy is the Akashic Records."
Akashic Records. If Choi Si-woo knew of it, he'd know why I wanted to go villain too.
"The ancient legacy is...? Oh."
"It told me the future. Better to go villain and build power. As a mere student, Han Jeong-seok blocks it."
"The president?"
President Han Jeong-seok. The original's resident nuisance to Choi Si-woo. Regressed Si-woo would know.
"Yeah. What's it gonna be? Better decide quick."
"Hmm. I'll think about it. I still figure I can handle it on my own for now."
Good. Satisfied for now.
Next up: how to fuck him.
"Sure. Huh?"
But mid-sentence, Choi Si-woo's hair suddenly turned golden.
Oh, this feels bad.
That face. Like an illustration from a webnovel.
Right—the Divine Sword constellation.
Female-bodied Choi Si-woo's look was a dead ringer for the Divine Sword's seat. Except the Sword had blonde hair.
Meaning, blonde Si-woo was probably bodyjacked by the Divine Sword.
If it'd been consensual, I'd have heard.
"Azidahaka!"
"Fuck, the Divine Sword bitch for real."
What a shitty bitch. Or golden-egg-laying goose for me? First heats up, then turns guys into girls with some weird power.
Handled right, could I stick her on Yoo Jin-seok and fem him too?
Heroines duplicating!
Nah, just saying. Even if Yoo Jin-seok girled out, not really my type.
"Where do you get off luring Si-woo down the evil path now?"
"You know villain-side's better too, right?"
Regressed once—how's she clueless?
Justice complex? Si-woo's gotta be the hero. That it?
The Divine Sword pointed at me.
"That's that, this is this! Now that Choi Si-woo's a body I can manifest in, she must reign as this world's goddess!"
"Crazy bitch."
"What?"
"Nah, you're no goddess—you're fated to be my bitch."
Flaunting that slutty body for goddess? Nah, bitch destiny.
"Who'd let their woman be a filthy lizard like you?"
What bullshit. Suddenly changing tunes.
"Just conquer you first. And anyway, that's why you made Si-woo's body like that, right?"
Backpedaling now? Divine Sword's a petty slut.
"No. It's different. And I can't let Si-woo turn villain!"
Face flushing, she grabbed her true body—her sword—and swung mercilessly at me.
"Wait, why swing that?"
Why the sudden acceleration?
Think. Clearly, the Divine Sword femmed Si-woo to get beaten by me. So, she wants easywoman treatment but'll resist for show. Play hard to get.
Association staff quarters, so no powers. If serious, it'd be annoying.
Or staging this for an excuse later? "Damn! If not for civilians!" or whatever.
Gulp.
Real talent for turning people—dragons—on.
Then corrupt the Divine Sword first. Goddess? I'll make her an evil god.
Pure swordplay vs swordplay.
Before, I'd have dodged. Full power, I could smash a human-bodied constellation. But pure physical sword skill on that oiled-up body? Tough for me.
But now, I have him (the Martial God).
Swordsmanship mastered ages ago—like Pokémon TM.
"Hmph! You filthy lizard! Think you can beat me with pure swordplay, no fire?"
The Divine Sword mocked me, dancing like a performer, Si-woo's body already adapted.
She doesn't know I've mastered it yet.
Asleep during that?
"One question, Divine Sword."
"I'll hear your last words."
"What were you doing on group battle day?"
She smirked at my question.
"Stockpiling power for this day—sleeping!"
Charging in thrilled, confident answer—I curled my lip.
She doesn't know about the Martial God's sword arts yet.
Then let her have it.
It ended quickly.
The blonde Si-woo (Divine Sword), calling me filthy lizard and charging wildly, lost to my swordsmanship.
The Divine Sword bitch lost. Unwilling to admit, she collapsed, dropping her true body from her hand.
Sword's a sword. Swordplay's swordplay.
"I-Impossible! How... Me, the Divine Sword, to a lizard?!"
Sobbing pitifully—she'd gone all-in.
Ah, got it. She wanted sex with me, but not turn Si-woo villain.
As victor, I'd comfort the loser.
"First off, you lost to me."
"Huh?"
"Loser to winner—can't complain if raped, right?"
Now, time to film "Blonde Babe Lesplay in Training Grounds.avi" for real.
"W-Wait. Raped with no complaints?"
"Resistance'd be annoying, so first..."
Thwack!
Punched her gut. Fist sank into Divine Sword's soft belly—key was infusing slight mana, rubbing gently.
FYI, more internal damage from mana than physics.
Straight to the womb, probably.
"Heeuk!?"
Divine Sword—no, from now: silver-hair Si-woo, blonde Si-woo. Maybe girlier names too.
"Dare rebel against me? Huh?"
Rubbing mana-fist on her womb spot, blonde Si-woo trembled like a fawn, collapsed.
Fun, so I pressed harder—her back arched like a bow.
"W-Wait. Stop. D-Don't. Don't do thaat!"
Already feeling it? Poor Si-woo, lending his body to a bitch like this. If Martial God used my body, no such disgrace. He was male anyway.
"Why so sensitive here? Oh, freshly made? Poor thing. Guess this doc'll handle your care personally."
"N-No. Really, just made. Stop rubbing there!"
Ah, right—can't turn girl that fast.
Si-woo's external male bits gone, new internal female organs fresh and sensitive.
Perfect womb for tweaking.
Fucking the Divine Sword develops Si-woo's body.
I'll dye it thoroughly my color. Later, Si-woo feeling his slutty body—should be fun.
"Tsk tsk. Doc's treating you cute—no, treating you, so no rebelling?"
"Treatment my ass. Dragon. Let's talk. Please?"
"Tsk tsk. Great and mighty dragon implements justice with actions, not words."
Declaring that, I pulled demonic restraints, binding blonde Si-woo's wrists.
Control mostly mine already, she just flailed legs in air.
"Fucking bitch! Eek!"
"How much pleasure can an ex-male body take as female?"
Curious, right? So I pressed and rubbed her belly more.
Not too hard, not too soft. Fresh womb slowly dyeing my color.
What's a womb? Sperm meets egg, baby forms. Grows till birth.
I'll make it my exclusive space. Not for babies—but trembling in sexual bliss at my slightest touch.
No need for male cock. Just sticky pleasure.
"What, already wet? Early education's key for this reason. See? Pussy's all excited. Womb quivering. Right?"
Glancing down, cameltoe on dolphin pants soaked through.