Yeah, I'll Live as a Female!
The word “Hellsing” referred to an organization dedicated to hunting down the vampires that crawled out of dungeons.
Most Hellsing agents were monsters who wielded supernatural powers far beyond ordinary humans. Those who held high positions in Hellsing possessed immense strength and earned staggering amounts of money, making it a profession everyone looked up to.
This might have been my chance to become one of them… but…
‘I’m a damn vampire…’
The idea of me—a being now closer to a vampire than anything else—joining Hellsing felt like some kind of sick comedy.
On top of that, I had no idea what kind of nightmare I might walk into if I got tangled up with them. I opened my mouth cautiously.
“Um… I don’t really have any interest in joining Hellsing—”
I was ready to firmly reject whatever offer or veiled threat came next, but the moment I looked at the document she handed me, every thought in my head froze.
The amount printed on the bank statement was 100 million won—a sum I had only ever dreamed about while living as a lifelong bum.
“This is the Awakened Support Fund provided by Hellsing headquarters.”
The unreal number left me staring blankly at the balance.
A figure far sweeter than blood was stamped there in crisp, clear digits.
“I will definitely contribute to the nation.”
“Haha, you really don’t have to. It’s incredibly dangerous work, after all.”
The agent laughed lightly, but I had already made up my mind. I would take the Hellsing job seriously.
Unlike when I had entered, I left Hellsing headquarters with a spring in my step. The 100 million won in my account still didn’t feel real, but at least right now I felt fantastic.
‘With this much money, why the hell would I ride the subway!’
The girl who used to only take the subway hailed her very first luxury taxi.
The moment I climbed in, I sank into the soft leather seat and pulled out my phone.
I sent a message to my younger sister.
Time to play the cool older brother for once.
Soon after, my younger sister called.
“Hey, I just sent you some spending money. No, I didn’t steal it, what the hell?! Oh! And don’t tell Mom anything about me!”
I ended the call feeling strangely proud of myself and looked at the taxi driver.
“Driver, please head slowly toward the area with the most clothing stores.”
“Understood.”
At first I had felt some resistance, but ever since becoming a woman, my life had started opening up in better ways. The thought came to me clearly:
‘Since it’s come to this, I might as well do it right.’
The person who had only ever worn ill-fitting men’s clothes now wanted to start paying attention to how she dressed.
After the taxi dropped me off in a district packed with clothing boutiques and accessory shops, I began wandering around.
But this was my first time shopping for women’s clothes. Even a quick glance showed far too many options, and I had no idea where to begin.
That’s when—
“Would you like me to help style you?”
A young woman who looked like she had excellent fashion sense approached with a warm smile. She appeared to be the shop owner.
“Ah, yes… please help me.”
There was no reason to refuse, and honestly, I desperately needed the assistance.
The owner answered in a bright voice and guided me inside the store.
“Then please come this way. I’ll pick out pieces that suit your body type perfectly.”
I followed her and stepped into a clothing store—my first time ever inside a women’s boutique.
The owner seemed to run a very successful business. The spacious shop was filled not only with women’s lingerie but every kind of female apparel imaginable.
I must have looked a little dazed as I stared around at the sheer scale of it all, because the owner let out a small, amused laugh.
“Shall we start by taking your measurements?”
“Ah! Yes!”
The owner picked up a measuring tape and gave a natural command.
“Stretch your arms out fully.”
“O-okay!”
I did as I was told and spread my arms. But the moment the tape passed over my chest—especially the sensitive parts—and tightened—
“Hah… haaang?”
An embarrassing sound slipped out before I could stop it. Whether it was from the pressure of the tape or because my breasts and nipples had become ridiculously sensitive, a sudden shiver of pleasure shot through me.
“S-sorry…”
My face burned with embarrassment as I quickly apologized.
But the owner didn’t seem flustered at all. She simply smiled as if this were completely normal.
“It’s fine. It happens all the time.”
‘Ah… so this is normal for women when getting measured? Thank god I didn’t do anything weird.’
Apparently it really was common. She continued measuring without any awkwardness—waist, hips, bust—moving the tape with practiced ease.
Every time the tape touched me, I fell deeper into a strange, heated haze.
‘Th-this can’t be happening…’
I could feel myself growing wet between my legs. Every time her hands brushed my skin, my lower belly burned hotter and the arousal grew stronger.
I tried desperately to keep my expression neutral, but slippery fluids were already overflowing from my pussy, dripping all the way down my thighs.
Thankfully, the owner didn’t seem to notice. She kept measuring and spoke casually.
“Your figure is amazing. You’d look incredible in almost anything.”
I could only nod. Speaking was becoming increasingly difficult.
Still unaware of my state, the owner continued moving lower, taking more measurements. The strange pleasure and heat were driving me insane.
‘Wh-when is this going to e-end… ahh…’
My mind was flooded with the urge to run into a corner and furiously finger my aching cunt.
Just then—
“Mm, perfect. I’ll give you some test lingerie first. Go ahead and try it on.”
“G-good… hoo…”
Half out of my mind, I took the underwear and stumbled into the fitting room.
The second the door closed, I locked it, dropped to the floor, yanked my pants down, and shoved my fingers between my spread legs.
“Ahuuuuugh… I’m losing my mind…♥”
I plunged my fingers into my already dripping pussy and began frantically soothing the raging heat inside me. My inner walls clenched madly, gushing hot love juices nonstop. I clamped a hand over my mouth, body trembling violently as an intense wave of release washed over me.
Then—
Click.
“Eh… ehh?”
The door I had definitely locked opened far too easily. And there stood the owner, staring down at me with cold eyes.
‘Ahuuugh… I’m fucked…’
Even in that moment, my hopeless body reached its strongest climax yet. With my fingers buried deep inside, I shook violently and squirted hot fluid all over the floor.
Under the owner’s icy gaze, I couldn’t offer a single excuse. I just panted, pussy still spurting, surrendering completely to the lingering waves of orgasm.
Watching me, the owner muttered in a frigid voice.
“What a pathetic, sloppy cunt.”
It was clearly an insult that should have upset me, but my body—already soaked in arousal—interpreted even those words as pure pleasure.
I shuddered again, cumming lightly once more.
The owner looked down at my disgraceful state with a disgusted, chilly glare, then pressed the sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe hard between my legs.
“O… ohhgooook♥”
My swollen, blood-red pussy convulsed wildly, spraying hot liquid again. Even through the pain and pressure, my body twitched like a live fish, climaxing repeatedly.
As if enjoying the sight, the owner didn’t remove her foot. She kept grinding her heel against my cunt and spoke coldly.
“From now on, I’m going to fuck you properly.”
At some point she had fastened something strange around her waist—a thick, black, menacing strap-on just like the ones I’d seen in porn.
The sheer massive size of it made me tremble in fear.
“It’s… it’s going to tear me apart… n-nooo…”
But the owner had already grabbed both my legs. I was dragged across the floor and pulled beneath her.
“Acting scared when you’re nothing but a dirty rag.”
She spread my legs wide and shoved the thick shaft straight into me.
Thrust!!
“Ahhgooook!? Aaaah♥”
For a moment, it felt like my entire body was being impaled. My mind went completely white. The thick, rock-hard length drove deep inside me all at once, and I arched my back, cumming hard again.
The owner gripped my waist and spoke in a low, cold voice.
“This is only the beginning.”
The lesbian sex that followed was completely different from anything I had done with men.
Instead of rough, fast thrusts, the owner attacked my body with meticulous, obsessive precision.
“I know exactly how to handle filthy sluts like you.”
She whispered into my ear while one hand viciously pinched my nipple. A jolt like electricity shot from the tip of my breast all the way down to my belly.
“Hogooook!? Haa… haeuuk♥”
Confirming my reaction, she took my other nipple into her mouth. Her tongue licked it gently while her fingers cruelly twisted the first one.
“S-stop… it…♥”
It wasn’t just pinching—she used her nails, twisting and turning with agonizing detail. No man would have focused on my nipples this relentlessly. She never stopped stimulating them.
“Uuuugh! Haa… haa♥”
Next, every time her tongue slowly traced the area between my neck and collarbone, my whole body shuddered. She licked and sucked intently behind my ears and along my nape while one hand gently but persistently stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
I had always thought the places that could feel pleasure were limited, but now my entire body had become an erogenous zone. I had turned into a complete, dripping whore.
Before I knew it, I was clinging tightly to the owner’s body, crying.
Twisting my waist and rubbing against her desperately, I barely managed to speak.
“Haa… haeuuk♥ It’s… it’s too sensitive, owner…♥”
Even so, she slid one hand downward and began rubbing my clit hard with her fingers.
“Hogooook!? Haaaa♥”
The spot that had always been most sensitive even when I masturbated was now being fucked by the strap-on while someone else tormented it. The electric shock spread from my clit throughout my entire body.
With my insides already being pounded mercilessly by the massive strap-on and my clit under such intense stimulation, my mind went completely blank.
“Pssssssshhhhh—”
The overwhelming pleasure finally made me lose control of my bladder. I was drifting further and further from any semblance of humanity, turning into nothing more than a beast.