The Man Who Taught a Female Her Happiness

The darkness was absolute. In this place where every direction was swallowed by shadow, even guessing the passage of time felt impossible. All I could feel was a pair of large hands kneading my breasts, the sweet, broken moans slipping from my own lips, and the intoxicating, musky scent of a man’s sweat—something I had never smelled before.

My mind was hazy… It felt so good… What had I been doing here again? I was definitely…

“There. Go on.”

“Nnghheeeek?!♡”

A massive hand suddenly pinched my right nipple and tugged it like a toy. The moment that sweet voice whispered in my ear, the heat that had gathered deep in my lower belly exploded all at once. My waist trembled violently, my legs kicking and twitching on their own.

Wait… Did I just… cum?

“Even if it’s not quite on Minji’s level, your body’s ridiculously sensitive to breast play. Yours is pretty fun too.”

That gentle male voice struck my eardrums again. He was toying with my chest however he pleased, casually comparing me to another woman while he did it. Normally, I should have been furious. This was a piece of trash who molested women and even ranked their bodies against each other.

But for some reason…

“…Ehehe…♡ …Nngh?!”

I was overjoyed that this man liked my body. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my lips, the flush blooming on my cheeks, or the happiness swelling in my chest. I loved hearing his voice. When he praised me, I felt supreme bliss. I wanted to serve him. The urge to give him everything I had surged through me—until a sliver of doubt finally surfaced.

My name is Isabelle. Isabelle Kang. An agent belonging to the British branch of the Special Phenomenon Task Force. I had definitely come to South Korea with local agent Kwon Noa to retrieve the leaked mask and capture its owner—

“You…!”

Yes. It all came rushing back. The voice of the man embracing me from behind was the same one I had heard in that café. Choi Woo-joo, the mask’s owner. The man who had turned Noa into a Saintess and lured me into this trap.

And this dark space was unmistakably…

“Ugh…! Damn it…!”

I didn’t know exactly what this space was or what it meant, but one thing was certain: it had been created by the mask. And I was on the verge of personally experiencing, with my own body, the principle by which humans were transformed into Saintesses.

Why had I forgotten that?

Once the truth hit me, I realized I was striking a ridiculous pose—hands clasped behind my head, chest thrust forward. Not only that, I was sitting on this man’s lap while he freely molested my breasts…

The first emotion that struck me at the realization that I, a human, was turning into a Saintess was pure terror.

During my training days—especially as a female agent—I had heard about Saintesses so often it practically formed calluses on my ears. The mask’s owners were regarded with extreme caution by male agents. Female agents were usually the ones tasked with mask retrieval because the Saintesses around the owners could kill them. But even female agents weren’t completely safe.

What they had to beware of during missions was simple: never put on the mask, and never read the characters on the back of the mask.

The instant a woman wore the mask, the characters carved into it stimulated her brain. Her mind and common sense would be rewritten, and her body would be modified to more efficiently harvest a man’s semen. In the end, the being who became a Saintess would feel absolute love and obedience toward her Master.

Even if that Master was the enemy who had murdered her own parents.

If I had been an ignorant civilian, maybe it would have been different. But I knew exactly what I was about to become. That was why I was afraid.

Still, I had to keep my mind straight. My body had already gone rigid and refused to obey me. My voice wouldn’t come out. I didn’t know the mask’s exact mechanism or how to escape this situation, but my consciousness was still mine.

No matter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠what happened from now on, I would endure until the very end and resist. If I did that, surely an opportunity would—

“Lift your ass and spread your cheeks with your own hands.”

“Understood.”

I should follow Master’s command first. I rose from his lap, reached back with the hands that had been behind my head, grabbed my plump, firm buttocks, and pulled them wide apart. It was a little embarrassing to expose my crotch and asshole so completely in front of Master, but… it was Master’s order, so…

Huh? What am I even…?

While I was lost in confusion, the man—Master—shoved his fingers into my pussy and spread it open, evaluating me as a female.

“Hmm…”

“Wait, what are you—! Take your hand away right now!!”

“…As expected, the color hasn’t changed yet. It’s a clean pink. Are you resisting like Noa…? For elite agents, both you and Noa seem to have top-tier mental strength. Still, your hole looks better than hers.”

“Eek?! E-even if you say something like that…”

Again, that sensation of my face burning bright red. It should have been humiliating, so why did I feel…?

“Ugh?! Y-you right now… ah, inside… nngh…”

The foreign sensation inside my cunt. Master’s thick fingers had pushed into my pussy and were swimming around my inner walls. He had only put his fingers inside, yet it felt so incredibly good… This was my first time feeling anything like it. It was nothing like touching myself…♡

While I was drowning in ecstasy, focusing on the wriggling fingers inside me, that sweet voice came again.

“…The grip is better than the other Saintesses too. Nice and tight, yet soft. Are you naturally low on fluids? You came once but barely produced any… Isabelle, get that pussy wet for me.”

“W-wet my pussy? How am I supposed to…”

It was Master’s command. But how was I supposed to wet my pussy? The physically impossible order began to fill me with anxiety. What should I do? It was Master’s order—I had to do something… What if Master was disappointed in me? I didn’t want him to hate me…! I had to produce pussy juice quickly…

“Ah…”

A beautiful jade-colored light sparkled before my eyes. My gaze was stolen by the characters that shimmered with that indescribably brilliant glow.

…So that was how. If I became a Saintess, I could do it.

That authoritative voice I never grew tired of hearing no matter how many times I heard it, those fierce yet gentle hands—everything could be mine if I submitted to Master… The Saintess.

It was completely different from what the organization had taught me. What on earth had the instructors and the organization been teaching us?

A Saintess wasn’t a monster. She was the highest honor a woman could attain. Maybe the father who had once tried to put a mask on me as a child, the mother and friends who had stopped me when I tried to run away—they had all been trying to teach me, to wake me up to the ordinary life a human woman should live?

The moment I began to understand the meaning of the ‘Saintess’s light’ floating before me, those characters slowly drifted closer.

I too… Even someone as flawed and pathetic as me, a crybaby who had lost her real parents and wept every night, could serve a ‘Master’ who would love me… Such a glorious light… That jade-colored light was about to touch my forehead when the very last fragment of the old me surfaced.

“…Father…”

Why was I suddenly thinking of him when the ordinary happiness I had always longed for was right in front of me? If I entrusted everything to that light, I could spend the rest of my life with a Master who would love me forever… So why…?

I see. It was Father too. The one who had loved me when I was a mess of mistakes, when I cried every night after losing my birth parents—it had been Father. The only person who had stroked my hair when nightmares kept me awake ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and told me, “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” Everything I had been able to endure until now was thanks to him—thanks to Father.

Those scarred hands that always tied my hair for me. I remembered that their warmth had been real love.

What was currently crawling over my body belonged to the mask’s owner—Choi Woo-joo. It was fake. I had no intention of becoming a Saintess. Father would surely be disappointed—

“Looks like it won’t be as easy as it was with Yunsol, huh? How much are you resisting…? Still, after fingering you a bit, you’re finally getting wet. In that case—”

Huh? Something thick and hard pressed against the entrance of my pussy, my meat hole. Something stiff yet soft, squishy, and burning hot…

Schlup—

“Ah♡”

“This is it! This is the real thing!!♡”

Everything I had learned in my life, the friends I had met and shared emotions with, my family—none of it had been real. Only now did I begin to understand why Noa had craved Master’s cock so desperately.

My womb being crushed by that magnificent shaft, my meat walls splitting apart, the electric pleasure that surged through me every time his glans scraped against me—the happiness of serving Master as a Saintess utterly transcended any happiness the human Isabelle had ever known or pursued.

How foolish had the organization been to despise this, to believe it should be erased from the world? How ridiculous had Isabelle been to dare raise a blade against the supreme being, against her Master?

The most disgusting, the most infuriating thing of all had been the human—me, Isabelle herself.

I heard the sharp crack of the last remaining memory of someone inside me snapping in two.

“I will! I will become Master’s Saintess!! Yes, haa… nnghok…! So please, fuck me harder, deeper!!♡”

Master’s cock slamming into my cervix as I bucked my ass back was hard and reliable. So cool, so cool, so incredibly manly and wonderful…♡ If I could become the Saintess of someone like him…♡

The jade-colored characters that had been hovering in the air began to move again. Slowly, gently, those fragments of light drifted down and touched my forehead.

It was warm. A soft heat spread through my mind. Pleasure beyond imagination soaked into every single fold of my brain. The role of a Saintess, a new body that would transform to please Master, love, loyalty, and affection for him welled up endlessly.

What is this, what is this, what is this♡ It feels so, so good♡

“Huh? The tightness suddenly… What? Did you give up? I thought you’d last longer than Noa.”

“Yesss♡ I have given up! I have abandoned living as ‘the human Isabelle’ and will offer my eternity to Master as his Saintess!! So please stir up my pussy as much as you want! Fill my womb to the brim with Master’s love!!”

I had changed♡ I could feel my body and soul transforming, being overwritten, with vivid clarity. And the more I changed, the less I understood the human I had once been.

Why had I been so afraid of this? Why had I hated it? Just so I wouldn’t disappoint Father? Was I really going to betray Master for something so trivial?

I really had been trash♡

Schlurp—

“Whoa?!”

“Ehehe… How does it feel, Master?♡”

I moved my pussy according to the instructions now written into my mind, testing my new body. I gathered the folds inside my cunt like an onahole and rubbed them against Master’s cock, kissing his glans with my cervical entrance. Master’s body twitched and shuddered.

Aaah, how adorable…

“Ugh…! W-what the…! This pussy is even better than the other Saintesses…!! Ngh, ugh?!”

Ah, he’s about to cum! At last, the first load of Master’s love I receive as a Saintess—please pour it all into me♡

I wrapped tentacles around Master’s waist and pulled him closer. With a small “Ugh…!” Master grabbed my ass tightly and began to ejaculate.

The warm heat filling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my womb, the heavy spurts making my lower belly tremble—I could feel it all. It was warm. It felt good. It felt safe.

“Ahn, huu, ngh…!♡”

My body reached climax from pure ecstasy alone. The stiffness that had locked my muscles melted away into trembling. My mind grew lighter.

I felt my consciousness drifting away. The face that had been burning with heat cooled in an instant. But inside, I was still hot. As if the happiness that had been trying to burst out had been sealed within my body instead.

Aaah, I understood. To be reborn as a complete Saintess, I had to fill my soul with ‘Master’… So if I painted every inch of my soul with the love Master had given me inside this ‘cocoon,’ I would never be able ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to defy him again. I would never be able to return to being human.

……But none of that mattered anymore…♡

I felt the darkness that had covered my face peel away. Bright light filled my vision. Dim lighting illuminated my sweat-drenched skin, and in the mirror right in front of me, my reflection appeared—jade-green eyes, a faint, empty smile on a face now filled with Master’s love.

My consciousness drifted even further away.

Aaah, once I fall asleep and open my eyes again, I will be the perfect Saintess of Master…

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