The Bet (1)
“A bet, you say?”
Jeanne, ever quick to doubt anything Han Yeoul said, prompted him to explain slowly from the start. Once she'd heard the full details, she readily agreed to what turned out to be better terms than expected.
“Fine! I accept your bet!”
“Really? No regrets?”
At Han Yeoul's question, Jeanne snorted derisively.
“Hah! You think I'll be begging for your cock within a week? Looks like all that service from the other onaholes has you delusions of grandeur. Fat chance! Just make sure you stick to the terms and rewards!”
The bet's conditions were as follows.
First, he would restore her original form, allowing her to move on her own.
Second, during that time, Han Yeoul would treat Jeanne not as an onahole but as an equal being with her own personhood.
Third, Jeanne had to actively join Han Yeoul in battles inside the dungeon.
Fourth, if she lasted a week, Jeanne won. If she craved Han Yeoul's dick first within that week, he won.
As for the rewards: If Jeanne won, she would have full freedom in all matters outside of combat, with no sexual interference whatsoever. Her growth would come through semen potions rather than sexual contact, and so on. In essence, it promised her status as an equal party member.
In contrast, if Han Yeoul won, Jeanne would simply stop resisting and fully accept her role as an onahole—a straightforward demand.
However, he required her to swear it on her [Broken Knight's Oath].
“......!! How do you even know about my unique ability?!”
“It'd be ridiculous if I didn't know the abilities of my own possessions. So, you in or not?”
“......Fine. I'll do it.”
The fact that he knew even her ability sent chills down her spine again, but if she won the bet, she'd never have to deal with it anymore.
“I have a condition too.”
“What is it?”
“Swear on your own authority that you'll honor the terms. Even if I win, I can't just blindly trust you'll keep your word.”
“Sure. No problem.”
Having proposed the bet with full confidence in victory, Han Yeoul happily accepted, even if he didn't know exactly what swearing on his authority entailed.
“I swear on my authority that I will abide by the above conditions and accept the bet's outcome. Happy now?”
“You're really doing it... Whatever scheme you've got up your sleeve, that arrogance will be your downfall.”
“We'll see about that.”
Han Yeoul grinned. It was a bet with no downside for him no matter how she sliced it, but Jeanne felt unease creeping in at his oddly self-assured smile.
“Alright, then. Let's start by giving you back your arms and legs.”
“Hngh?!”
As Han Yeoul invoked his authority, toned limbs sprouted onto Jeanne's third-stage body. Well-muscled yet elastic arms and legs twitched, responding to their owner's will.
Jeanne awkwardly flexed her hands for a moment before standing on her own two feet.
“...They move.”
After an eternity trapped in a flesh prison under necromantic control, unable to move herself, the sensation of controlling her body felt alien to Jeanne. How long had it been since she'd last used her limbs? The situation wasn't ideal—far from full freedom—but for now, it was more than satisfying.
Jeanne lifted her head and reattached it to where her neck should be.
“Oh, so it sticks back on like that?”
The blackened stump meshed seamlessly, leaving only a faint dark line that might pass for pale skin on an ordinary woman. As a knight, her shoulders were broad and her height impressive—nearly matching Han Yeoul's—yet her proportions kept it from feeling excessive.
“This field of view's been a while too. Hoo...”
Savoring the stability of having her head atop her neck, Jeanne sighed at the sight of Han Yeoul's face right in front of her. Their similar heights meant he was staring her straight in the eye, souring her brief good mood.
“Planning to stare all day? Got nothing for me to wear?”
Especially since his gaze lingered on her private areas, she demanded something to cover up. No longer an onahole during the bet, Han Yeoul obligingly handed over clothes he'd prepared in advance.
“Here.”
Taking the clothes, Jeanne issued an eviction notice to Han Yeoul, who was still eyeing her from across the room.
“Unless you have a hobby of peeping on people changing, I'd appreciate it if you left.”
“Hmph... Fine.”
Jeanne glared daggers at the back of his head as he turned and left without protest. Alone at last, she looked down at her body.
Her naked form, hidden beneath plate armor for so long that even she hadn't seen it, felt utterly foreign.
“To think I'd ever move like this again.”
She'd spent so long under undead necromantic domination that the very act of moving felt awkward. It would take time to readjust.
“Everything else sucks, but fighting in the dungeon? That's right up my alley.”
For Jeanne, whose world had been destroyed by dungeon monsters—the vanguard of the Demon God's army—the condition requiring active participation in dungeon battles was exactly what she'd hoped for.
Recalling the day her world fell to death's embrace and she met her own end, she ground her teeth.
Grind—
“If I've been summoned to this world's dungeons, that bastard must be here too... I'll have my revenge.”
She could admit defeat came from weakness. They were invaders, and she was the underdog. Her own kingdom had expanded the same way, and she'd cut down countless foes in its wars. Dying to a stronger enemy was something she'd always steeled herself for.
But death wasn't the end. There was no heavenly paradise for those who met honorable ends swearing oaths, as the church preached.
She awoke in the heart of war. Beheaded, she'd opened her eyes trapped in a cold, necromantic husk.
She'd slaughtered the cheering citizens who'd welcomed her with flowers upon her triumphant return, beheaded the royal family she'd sworn loyalty to.
Everything she'd fought to protect, destroyed by her own hands.
No honorable death—just a grotesque undead abomination, shattering every oath she'd held dear.
Trapped in her dulahan body, she'd watched it all: her kingdom's fall, the world overrun by death.
Even as the death-conquering invaders lost interest and abandoned her in the royal crypt.
Even as time eroded her mind in a world of nothing but death.
Her thirst for vengeance had burned bright, keeping her sane.
And finally, opportunity knocked. The Tower's compulsion dragged her to this strange place, pitting her against his party.
At first, she thought it death's rest. That was fine. Regrettable not to avenge herself, but her tormented life made it welcome.
But she didn't die. This human with his vile authority turned her into an onahole, bent on making her a sex slave.
The dizzying sensations of her onahole body nearly broke her, but she'd endured.
“Survive this crisis, and freedom's mine.”
Whatever the source of his power, getting drunk on it and proposing this absurd bet was sheer idiocy. Sworn on his authority, victory meant true liberation.
Her onahole body reacted keenly to his touch, but the second condition—no onahole treatment—meant no sexual contact. No bodily penalty, no way to lose.
“Hm? What's this? Have I always had this mark?”
Snapping from her reverie as she dressed, Jeanne noticed something on her lower abdomen: a faint, blurry stain-like marking.
“...Probably nothing.”
Dismissing it as something always there, unfamiliar after so long, she moved on.
“Shape's a bit odd, but it feels soft and easy to move in.”
Unsure of her exact height pre-limbs, Han Yeoul had given her free-size training clothes, which Jeanne actually preferred. Far better than the maid outfits Brina or Slami wore.
For underwear, since she'd been third-stage when Han Yeoul had Brina measure her and order ahead.
“Like this.”
“...Thanks.”
Brina personally fitted the modern bra on Jeanne, who'd never seen one. Uncomfortable leaving her body to the high goblin, but their shared status made Jeanne accept the help graciously.
As she secured Jeanne's breasts, Brina muttered under her breath, out of earshot.
“...Smaller than mine. Hehe.”
Large for a human, but confirming they were smaller than hers brought a satisfied smile to Brina's face.
Missing the mutter, Jeanne zipped up and finished dressing. Now alone with Brina in the room, she decided to ask the questions she'd held back until now.