Chapter 50
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: 49. Sin of Lust
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"That's weird."
Choi Si-woo, who had become a cute girl not long ago, felt off with her body lately.
At first, turning into a woman hadn't been much of an issue. Sure, she'd hoped for it, but losing the thing she'd had for so long left her a bit despairing—though, as embarrassing as it was to admit, she'd made the most of it before regressing, so she wasn't too hung up on it.
But recently, her body just felt... strange.
She'd wake up feeling languid all over.
And sometimes her lower back ached.
"...Why does my mouth smell like cigarettes?"
A cigarette stench wafted from her mouth, even though she didn't smoke. And what were those cigarettes doing on the dresser?
Was it the Divine Sword? She grabbed it and called out tentatively.
[Well... Master. No, uh... I guess it rubbed off from training with Eun-ha?]
"Ah."
Eun-ha? That was fine, then. She didn't care if a woman smoked anyway. If she liked it, why not? It wasn't like the old days where it'd wreck your lungs and kill you.
The Divine Sword sighed at Si-woo's reaction.
It could never admit the truth: that it had learned to smoke just to bond with its master, to get more attention than the other girls, to build rapport.
Si-woo eyed the sword's body dubiously.
'Why's the Divine Sword's blade turning purple now?'
"Divine Sword, why are you purple?"
[Uh, that... it's...]
The Divine Sword couldn't answer. It sure as hell couldn't say it was turning into a monster. Or that half the powers of that constellation had transferred to Si-woo, making it too ashamed to explain. It wasn't all bad, but it couldn't tell her that using her body would turn her into a monster either.
"Hmm. It's weird. Feels stronger, somehow."
Si-woo's body was now something bizarre—not quite human, not a monster, not a constellation. So she could easily accommodate the Divine Sword, now infused with demonic energy and transformed into the "Demon Sword."
Standing before the mirror, Si-woo frowned at the deep purple tattoo shaped like a uterus glowing faintly on her soft lower abdomen.
The Divine Sword did this too, huh.
"But isn't this kinda too sexy? I'm not clueless—this is straight out of porn."
[It might look that way, but it makes you stronger. No need to worry.]
Not exactly what she meant, but whatever. Si-woo sighed and shifted, accidentally brushing her belly against the dresser corner.
"Eek!?"
A feminine moan slipped out unbidden.
And then that insistent, throbbing sensation in her lower belly. What was this tingling, quivering intensity?
Si-woo panicked. A sharp jolt of intense pleasure flared briefly inside her abdomen—baffling at first, but with her past life's knowledge of sex, she realized it was female orgasm.
Now the Demon Sword, Si-a knew this pleasure tormenting Si-woo was her doing and quietly withdrew her consciousness.
"Wh-what is this?"
Weird—just touching her lower belly made her insides quake like mad.
Before she knew it, Si-woo was grinding her clit against the table edge, still in her dolphin shorts.
It felt so natural, like muscle memory. Each rub made her womb hum and vibrate.
"What... haa... is this? Ngh... aaah."
Sexual pleasure beyond anything as a man overwhelmed her mind.
More desperate and aching than life-or-death combat. A white haze blanketed her thoughts.
As if she'd been born to become a bitch in heat from the start.
No, that couldn't be. But stopping the grinding was impossible.
"This... feels... too good."
She knew she shouldn't, but the stimulation felt so familiar, the pleasure so instinctive. Her dolphin shorts were soaked, love juices dripping freely.
Each grind brought a light climax, her hips shuddering.
Who knew a slight rub could feel this amazing? Were women's bodies just this perverse?
As the peak hit and she "went over," craving more stimulation made her womb clench, demanding something fiercer.
'I want a cock.'
That thought came first, but it felt like she'd tasted something even greater. Memories of her womb being pounded relentlessly by something enormous surfaced, though she hadn't experienced it herself.
"Why... am I... haa... doing this? I don't... wanna stop."
After several climaxes, Si-woo concluded something was wrong with her belly.
A space just for making babies shouldn't feel this good, right?
Maybe hitting it would help?
With that dumb idea, Choi Si-woo punched her own lower abdomen.
The impact shot straight to her womb—the one that had replaced her male organ and been first "developed" by Yoo Eun-ha.
"Eek! Hic! Aaaah!♥"
Dangerous. Really dangerous.
This felt wrong. Dangerously wrong. She must never do it again.
Yet she kept punching, soon flopping on the floor like a frog, squirting through her panties.
"Haa... haa... I'm so wet. This won't do."
She didn't have many girl clothes. Stripping off her panties, Si-woo found herself staring in the mirror, fondling her breasts and clit.
This was Choi Si-a's habit too. Her womb "developed" by Yoo Eun-ha in another sense, Si-a indulged in the body after so long, lost in mirror masturbation. Since Si-woo was the original owner, those instinctual memories seeped deep into the female flesh.
"Huh?"
Something was off in the mirror.
Embarrassing to say, but as a new woman, her first act had been stripping naked before it. She'd masturbated once too, so she knew her pussy well.
But what the hell?
Not long ago, it had been shyly closed, just an axe slit that barely parted for a finger. Now it gaped open easily.
The once impossibly tight hole now took three fingers effortlessly, like it had been marked and claimed as "mine."
"It's staying a bit open even when I'm relaxed."
Should she ask the Divine Sword? How did it end up like this?
Not gaping like a whore or discolored like cheap meat, but still... someone must've snuck in while she slept and fucked her raw.
"Ah... ugh."
That thought made her womb quiver again.
No. This crazy body kept craving stimulation and pleasure.
It might interfere with everything ahead.
Then a voice echoed in her mind.
[You've got Yoo Eun-ha now, right? Take it easy.]
[You're stronger than before regression. Live a little, enjoy it.]
It sounded just like the Divine Sword.
Well, she'd enjoyed life plenty as a man. Did she really need to become a sexpot in a woman's body?
[A woman's body feels way better than a man's, right? Embrace your bitch instincts. It'll be easier for both of us.]
Bitch, huh. Masturbating as a woman did feel better. Fact was fact. But she couldn't live like that.
Unless she had an owner to accept and love her.
"Whoa, why am I thinking crazy shit like that?"
Si-woo shook her head, cleaned her pussy, and changed clothes.
Must be pent-up frustration. Women's libidos spiked near ovulation, right?
Maybe that was it? Though this seemed extreme. She might need to prep for her period too. But first, vent this boiling lust.
"Can't just go to Eun-ha or hook up with some guy."
She was a woman now—sex with men was out. Couldn't just throw her body around to scratch an itch. So, adult toys it was.
Some academy girls, starved for romance in this environment, carried dildos for stress and lust relief. She'd seen it herself; before regression, Han Su-ji had too.
Remembering a back-alley shop near the academy, she donned a wig and headed there.
The door opened to a sweet, cloying scent, shelves lined with explicit masturbation aids.
"Ooh, what a cute little miss we have here."
"Hello."
She bowed curtly to the female owner, who looked like the shopkeeper, then scanned around. Women's section to the right.
Dildos of every type, egg vibrators, gels, condoms. Even anal plugs—no thanks.
Gulp.
Staring at cock-shaped toys, she ached to stuff one inside, fill that empty void.
Dildos were fine, but honestly, she craved clit stimulation or that womb-pounding sensation again.
"Guess I'll grab a bunch."
Never bought a fleshlight as a guy, now this as a girl. Self-mocking, she picked some out.
Her instincts urged her to buy more, try them. Couldn't resist.
"Whoa, miss. All that for your first time? Take it slow. I recommend this for beginners."
The owner suggested a small pink vibrator.
Now embarrassed after the rec, Si-woo ducked her head; the owner, charmed, showed more off.
"No, it's not... um."
"Don't be shy, spill it. Just us girls. This is an aphrodisiac candle—not quite, but light it while you masturbate, and orgasms hit different. Here, smell."
Si-woo's body went limp from the candle's scent; she barely held onto sanity.
One whiff, and she'd devolve into a lust-crazed slut.
Should she say she wanted to experiment with everything? Or nah.
Money wasn't an issue—selling dungeon loot covered all these toys.
Was she becoming a masturbation addict? Her brain felt like one big pussy now; the womb's hum mattered more.
Right then—
Krunch!
Two burly bald guys smashed through the door.
"What the—huh?"
"Ho ho. Two bitches running the joint."
The intruders misunderstood wildly; Si-woo, suddenly an "employee," dropped her dildo in shock.
"Who are you? Why wreck the place?"
"Wreck? Bullshit. Hand over the cash!"
Robbing a sex shop, really?
"Hmm? Pretty face on this one. Prime fuckmeat."
She should fight back, but the aphrodisiac candle had her brain swimming in lust; judgment failed as villains grabbed her hair.
Finally looking up to assess, but they moved faster.
"Eyes down, bitch!"
Thud!
The villain's mana-charged fist slammed into her gut. Si-woo tasted a new world.
Her womb quivered violently from the impact, flooding her body with ecstasy. From belly to spine to brain, it invaded, imprinting the fact that she was a female down to her core.
Squirt—squiiiirt!
Grabbed by the villain, her hips bucked as she squirted wildly. Limbs went numb, then rigid, then extended.
'Ah, this is it. This is what I wanted.'
Self-punching felt lacking. But this—defenseless, taking a full-powered mana fist to the womb. Her mind exploded with satisfaction, a true climax.
That liberating rush meant she'd mentally accepted her womb-bearing womanhood.
Though it was "developed" for pleasure, not birth—that was the problem, but who cared now.
But only briefly.
Lost in afterglow, half her mind gone, a villain yanked her hair, ruining it.
"You fuckin' whore. You crying?"
"Pissed yourself in fear? Kahaha!"
"H-here's the money, just let her go!"
"Depends on you, auntie. Bring every last cent!"
The oblivious villains kept yanking Si-woo's hair; unable to abandon her, the owner fetched more cash from the back.
Si-woo, pissed at the interrupted climax, spat out her irritation.
"Ah, fuck."
"Huh?"
"Was really getting into it, then these trash assholes ruin it."
Words she'd never utter normally. But the villains just laughed.
"This bitch crazy?"
"Needs a gangrape to snap out!"
Slash!
The fools lunging at oblivious Si-woo got their throats slit on the spot.
No thrill. Just punishing interruptions to her afterglow.
"Wha—how? The villains?"
As the owner emerged with cash, Si-woo kicked the bodies out, hiding the decapitated heads.
No choice—she had to play the academy cadet.
"I'm a Hansung Academy cadet. They were nasty; couldn't capture, so I killed 'em."
She could've, but it was just venting.
Usually she'd capture first, but climax-blockers got the axe too easily.
'They started it anyway.'
"Oh... r-right."
"I'll call the Association for cleanup. You're safe."
The owner, stunned a young girl like her dispatched villains so easily, gifted all the toys in thanks for her life.
That sparked the real issue.
With her Yoo Eun-ha-"developed" womb and body, more pleasure-addled than the Divine Sword, Si-woo fell into masturbation addiction.
"Haa... haa... This big one's perfect."
Si-woo lewdly licked the massive black cock-shaped dildo emerging from her pussy amid foam and juices.
Lost in lust, bitch-pheromones wafting constantly, the Demon Sword's owner became a delectable vessel for Sin.
"Eek!? A-aang... Head feels so gooood!♥♥"
As a female, more vulnerable to pleasure and temptation than pre-regression, Choi Si-woo couldn't resist the Sin's coiling aura.
Her body, too spent to react even to a cock plunging in, let Sin infiltrate and corrupt her.
[The Sin of Lust has awakened.]