Thank You for Making Me a Woman
"Thank you for turning me into a woman, Seojun."
Morning. I barely managed to open my eyes. Crushing fatigue crashed over me.
"Aigoo…."
A groan escaped my lips on its own. Every joint in my body screamed in agony. Especially my lower back. It throbbed like it might snap at any moment. Felt like I'd been doing squats all night.
At the same time, a stench assaulted my nostrils. The fishy reek of blood. Thick, sticky semen. And the sour scent of aroused female. The air clung thick and heavy.
"Hoo…."
I huffed out a breath and lowered my head. The living room sofa was a disaster, stained beyond recognition. And in my arms, a sleeping figure.
For a moment.
"…."
The drowsiness vanished in an instant.
"…I'm screwed."
My breath caught in my throat.
Lena's pristine white naked body. Or should I say, now marred with red and dark purple bruises. It was a heartbreaking sight.
"Are you insane, Kim Seojun…?"
I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth. Her slender nape, shoulders, arms, breasts. Bite marks covered every inch. Those full, beautiful white tits were now blooming with ugly purple bruises. Her stomach, thighs, back. The small bruises and scratches were too numerous to count.
I lifted my gaze a little. Silver hair in total disarray. Both cheeks swollen puffy. But the worst spot was elsewhere.
Between her spread legs. Right at the center. Those delicate labia were bruised black and red, swollen thick. The entrance that should have been tightly closed gaped hideously, unable to withstand the violence. Fresh blood and fluids had clotted inside and out the torn mucosa.
Despair. Shock. My heart pounded like it would burst.
"I'm dead. You're really dead now, Kim Seojun."
I muttered it like it was someone else's problem. That's how unreal it felt.
How the hell do I fix this…?
There was no way. Not after turning her into this.
My whole body trembled like an aspen leaf. Color drained from my face. My lips went dry.
This woman passed out in my arms wasn't just some pretty unemployed elf. Strength? She could rip off a monster's head with one hand. Magic? She could fling a dozens-of-tons container with a flick of her wrist.
Memories from last night flashed by. I'd toppled the world's strongest. Ripped her hymen by force and pounded into her. Beat her resisting body while raping her. And even…
"Don't fucking tell me what to do, you bitch."
I'd spewed curses at her.
"Ha, haha…."
Absurdity bubbled up in a hollow laugh. I was a dead man walking. Dismemberment would be merciful. I'd have to beg for a quick death.
Terror. Run away? In this dungeon crawling with monsters? I'd just die a dog's death outside.
Then.
"Mm…."
Lena stirred faintly. Her silver lashes quivered delicately.
"Hik…!"
I had to survive. Somehow, I had to live. My brain raced for a way out.
Apologize profusely before she fully wakes up.
It was the most realistic plan.
Thud! I rolled right off the sofa in my naked state. Dropped to my knees. Slammed my forehead into the floor.
The so-called naked dogeza.
"Kill me, please!!"
A scream born of desperation. My voice came out pathetically raw, even surprising myself.
"I must've lost my mind! My eyes rolled back and I dared to lay hands on Lena…!"
Words poured out like machine-gun fire. I banged my forehead repeatedly, begging.
"Please, just spare me once! I'll do anything you say! Turn me into a dog, I'll be your dog! Please, just my life…!"
I spat it out groveling, without even breathing. Cold sweat poured like rain. My spine chilled. My head could fly off any second.
But.
The response was nothing like I'd expected.
"Haaah~."
A sound drifted down from above. A lazy, soft purr like a cat stretching.
"…Huh?"
Forehead still glued to the floor, I rolled my eyes upward.
Rustle. Lena sat up sleepily.
"Pfft…!"
A clear laugh burst out. Far from murderous rage or fury.
"Seojun. What are you doing down there?"
Her voice brimmed with playfulness.
"Dogeza? Ahahaha! You watch too many Japanese comics, don't you?"
She scratched her swollen cheek lightly and giggled.
I peeked up cautiously. On the sofa, Lena beamed down at me with an innocent eye smile.
"Y-Yes…?"
A dumbstruck reply.
"You're not mad?"
"Me?"
Lena's eyes went wide.
"Why would I be mad?"
"Well, last night I hit you, cursed you, forced myself on you…."
"And you think that'd make me mad?"
She smirked and shifted her body smoothly.
The moment her foot touched the floor.
"Eut…!"
Her brows furrowed. She hunched her shoulders. Something hurt, no doubt.
"…!"
Panic hit again.
"See? It hurts! I went insane and did those beastly things…!"
I tried to slam my head down again.
But Lena wagged her finger.
"Come here."
A short command. Arrogance and sexiness blended in her voice.
I swallowed hard. Crawled over awkwardly on my knees. Settled at her feet.
Swoosh. She bent at the waist. Wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in tight.
My face plunged straight between her bruised breasts. Soft. Chewy. And warm.
"Why would I be mad?"
She whispered, rubbing her cheek against my crown. A cat-like rumble in her breath.
"A real man knows how to handle a woman rough. Right?"
Totally out of left field.
"Our Seojun. Total stud, huh?"
Smack. Her lips brushed my forehead lightly.
"You pass."
Relief flooded me. Followed by a strange thrill.
I'd pleased this woman. By trampling her, raping her, showering her in filth.
Conquest. My gut tightened heavily.
"Hehe."
Lena stroked my crown gently. Then suddenly pressed her lips to my ear.
"So?"
Her gaze dropped seductively. Wine-red eyes gleamed with thick lust.
"How'd it feel pounding my pussy all night? Hm?"
Even torn and wrecked, her lips were still gorgeous. The crude question spilling from them. The smugness of a female claiming her prize male.
"That ex-girlfriend of yours? Bet you don't even think about her now."
Her toes prodded my side. Her lips curled triumphantly.
"Say it. Did you get to do this to her?"
"……."
"Beat her however, curse her out?"
Speechless, I averted my eyes. She snorted at my dodge.
Her taunt dripped with victory.
"Nope, right? See? You could only do it with me. How was it? My pussy way tastier? Hotter, tighter?"
Heat rushed to my face. How was it? Beyond imagination. Ecstasy like no hole on earth could match.
"Kinda hard to answer…."
"Yeah, I get it. It's all over your face."
Lena giggled and flicked my nose tip.
Relief brought reason creeping back. The wounds caught my eye again. Satisfaction was one thing; violence was violence. Especially her lower half—looked painful just to see.
"Um, Lena."
I slipped slightly from her embrace.
"Heal up first. You know magic."
"Huh?"
"Healing spells or whatever. Quick. It'll scar."
But she shook her head.
"No."
"Pardon?"
"Not healing."
Incomprehensible stubbornness. She trailed fingers lightly over her blemishes.
"Keeping all these."
Then slyly, her hand dipped lower. To her swollen, torn entrance. She scooped up the crusted fluids on her fingertip.
Smoothly, she brought it to her lips. Stuck out her luscious tongue and sucked.
"Chup…."
Her brows furrowed faintly.
"Still tastes nasty…."
And suddenly.
"Hic…."
Those wine-red eyes that had been smirking seductively moments ago. Now brimming with tears.
"L-Lena? Why are you crying all of a sudden?!"
I flailed, reaching out. Her wet eyes gazed at me tenderly. Her delicate shoulders quivered.
"Hey, Seojun."
A voice thick with emotion.
"For the past few decades… I've lived covered in blood every day."
Her gaze drifted into space. Fragments of a hellish past.
"Monster blood. Sometimes human blood. No matter how I tried to get used to it, I couldn't."
Drip. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"No matter how much I washed or used magic, the blood smell wouldn't fade."
Her hand on my chest trembled.
"Was I even an elf? A monster? Or was this body even a woman's to begin with?"
"……."
"I just figured I was a weapon and endured. For decades."
The title of world's strongest. Behind it, her femininity ravaged and neglected. No one treated her like a fragile woman.
"But."
Swoosh. She reached out with both hands. Stroked my cheeks like treasures.
A dazzling, beautiful smile. Eyes woven with pathos and blind affection.
"Seojun treated me like I was so pretty last night."
Her thumb gently wiped under my eyes.
"Beat me, cursed me, broke me…."
Her wounded heart swelled with raw joy.
"Now I finally feel like a normal woman."
She looked genuinely happy.
"I'm so happy, Seojun. I can be a woman who gets adored like everyone else…."
"……."
"A normal woman who can cry and whimper after getting hit and pinned down…."
Zing. Her raw confession pierced my heart.
Salvation. I'd saved this woman by raping and breaking her.
"Thank you for making me a woman, Seojun."
Smack. A long, moist kiss on my forehead. Her sweet body scent tickled my nose.
I stared blankly at her smile.
Then.
Smoothly, she pressed her upper body close. Her lips slid to my ear. Hot tongue slathered my earlobe slickly.
"So, Seojun…."
A sultry whisper melting my eardrum.
"Next time, you'll break me even harder than last night, right?"
"…!"
"I really thought… my pussy was gonna melt from your cock yesterday."
Damn, she was insane. She buried the heartfelt moment under crude lust again.
I huffed in disbelief.
"Haa…."
A deep sigh escaped.
Still, guilt lingered. I'd hit and raped her, after all. Even if she wanted it.
"Still doesn't sit right with me."
I voiced my self-reproach.
"But Seojun."
She pulled back, pouting her lips.
"It hurts a ton."
"See? So please, use magic…."
"Say you're sorry quick."
"…Pardon?"
I doubted my ears.
"You just said don't apologize! Men should be rough! You said thanks!"
There were limits to contradictions.
"Ugh!"
Lena puffed her cheeks balloon-like. Back to her spoiled unemployed elf mode.
"That's that, this is this! You passed, but it still hurt! It hurts!"
She whined, thumping my chest lightly.
"Look me in the eyes quick!"
"……."
"Say sorry and blow on the wounds, kiss 'em better!"
Utterly unpredictable woman. And yet.
She's cute.
This extreme emotional whiplash was oddly endearing. A chuckle slipped out.
"Yes, yes. As you command, employer."
I bowed willingly. To the breast tip I'd squeezed mercilessly. I pressed soft lips to the bruised skin.
Smack.
"Sorry. Must've hurt a lot."
As gentle as possible.
"Yeah…."
She cradled the back of my head. A melting purr escaped her.
"But… it felt so good anyway… hehe."
Her puffy cheeks. Bite-marked shoulder. I kissed each wound slowly, meticulously.
Lunch has to be something delicious.
A heavy resolve of my own.