I Don't Want to Make the Female Declaration!

"Hah?!"

My mind snapped back into focus. For a moment there, I could have sworn I'd been dreaming. A low voice at my ear scraped against the last of my wits.

"Focus on me, Adela."

"Ugh! Let go of it— Vincenthh—!!"

I really had been dreaming just now, hadn't I.

"Trying to escape by fainting? That's not like you, Adela. Did you honestly think I'd fall for such a cheap trick? Savor my pillar properly, like I told you to."

"Ugh! What— stop…!"

The shock of losing my maidenhood must have knocked me out for a moment. My breath caught in my throat. It was too enormous. I never imagined this body would ever have to take a man's cock.

"It hurts—! Take it out! Take this out, Vincent!!"

"Accept it. Adapt. From this day on, not a single day will pass without my other self inside you."

The pain was so overwhelming I couldn't gather my senses at all. Vincent's cock, radiating its endless presence deep inside me, was already making me weep from its girth alone — and having pried its way past my maidenhead, it now had the audacity to keep pushing deeper with every inch of its length.

Vincent licked up the tears streaming down my cheek, his face that of a man barely restraining his own mounting pleasure.

"Ngh. If you don't relax… it'll only hurt more."

His hands slid over my sweat-slicked body, massaging as though urging me to accept him all the sooner, teasing sensitive spots here and there until my already labored breathing burned hot. My brain wailed. What in the world was happening to me? My body, forcibly aroused, tried to betray my reason and chase the pleasure on its own.

This couldn't be allowed to happen.

I could not become like my mother — the woman who had ruined my previous life from top to bottom. I resented her for it my whole life; I hated her, despised her. If I, of all people, fell into being a female just as she had, with what face could I ever go on living?

Even if Vincent shattered my body and mind, my soul alone had to survive.

"Adela, calm down. Be good for me."

Perhaps he realized something, because Vincent wrapped his arms around my convulsing body — pushed past its limit by stimulation — and stroked my hair. Held in his embrace like a child being soothed, I took deep breath after deep breath, and little by little the pain began to fade. As a sense of relief settled in, I grew mortified to realize that the hands that had been clawing at him were now wrapped around his back, clinging to him. To think I could calm down just because Vincent told me to — control of my own body seemed to have passed into his hands a long time ago.

"Feeling a little calmer now? You're just like a child, Adela."

"Who are you calling a child? Then what does that make you — some perverted freak who devours them? Why don't you hurry up and pull this monstrosity out of me?"

"Your tongue's gotten sharper, so I take it you're fine? Then shall I push the rest of the way in?"

"Wait— the rest of the way?"

This wasn't the end? I looked down between my legs and lost the ability to speak — there was still more than a handspan of him left outside me.

It reminded me of what I'd seen in my past life. The thing that belonged to the man who had felled my mother…

Was I falling, just as she did?

"Ugh! Vincent, um… we can't just stop here for today, right?"

"You think so?"

With that single word of refusal, Vincent locked my body firmly in both arms and began driving his hips upward.

"Let go! You rotten bastard!! Hah—ugh?!"

I had no choice but to endure the pain as I felt the glans parting my flesh and climbing up inside me once more. The glans that had pushed on without end finally, inevitably, reached the entrance of my womb.

Gasping for breath, I looked down between my legs again, thinking it was finally over — and nearly lost my mind at the length still remaining.

I'd rather you just knocked me out cold. I pleaded with Vincent through sorrowful eyes, but I already knew. The answer had been decided long ago.

The glans began pressing up against my womb once more. Past the bloated fullness, I could feel the pillar of flesh shoving my womb upward, compressing my organs. How could a monster like this even exist? The sensation of my insides being pushed up made me feel as though I might retch.

My mouth fell open of its own accord, and Vincent's tongue slipped inside.

"Mmph—!! Hng! Hah!"

I tried desperately to pull away from him, to lessen the sensation of being penetrated, but as if to declare it hopeless, he rocked his body back and forth with his root buried to the hilt, grinding himself against me. And naturally, the glans began rubbing against my cervix with that same motion.

"Hngk! Hah! Mmph!"

There was no escaping Vincent as he sucked at my mouth, marking it as his own. Once he began to thrust in earnest, all that would be left for me was to wait for it to end.

Having completed the entire process of penetration, Vincent gazed into my eyes as though he couldn't be happier. I squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to meet his gaze, and the tears pooled at their corners spilled down my face.

"Here we go."

The moment Vincent drew his hips back, the crown of his glans began dragging out along my walls. It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt as if my inner organs were being caught on the glans and pulled out along with it. When the pillar that had filled me to the brim withdrew, the emptiness it left behind felt so vast that something inside me felt terribly, strangely wrong.

And it wasn't just the crown. The fevered flesh of my hole registered even the ridges of veins wrapping the pillar as stimulation, and moans forced their way out of my mouth unbidden.

"Hyaah! Ngh! I don't want it!"

Since I had no intention of playing along, Vincent seized me where I lay in his arms and hauled me up with pure brute strength, withdrawing until only the glans caught at my entrance — then, as if offended by the unresponsive female, began slamming down into me even harder.

"Ugh! Nngh! Hah!"

The pillar that had filled me without leaving a single gap drove in once more, raking across every weak point inside me. As if in answer, my body began gushing its nectar regardless of what my reason wanted. The thrusting that had begun slow picked up speed, accompanied by lewd, squelching sounds. With each wet slap, the male's pelvis met the female's buttocks, and moans loud enough to startle even me began spilling from my parted lips.

Vincent had already become a beast, swinging his hips in single-minded pursuit of pleasure.

"Ah! Ngh! Hah!"

I never imagined the phrase "arching like a bow" would ever apply to me.

"Vincent! Please…! Slow down!"

I couldn't even bring myself to say stop anymore. It wasn't as if he'd stop if I asked — and besides, the waves of pleasure rising from my body had begun to eat away at my reason. Could he truly not hear the female before him begging?

Vincent cried my name over and over as he tapped against my womb, and it became a catalyst hastening my descent into being a female. The moment my moans began to flow freely, he smiled as if he'd heard exactly what he wanted.

I mustn't — but as I began to feel myself becoming a female, the pleasure seemed to sneer, You'll admit it eventually, so why did you hold out so long? — and beat down my weakening reason all the harder.

Stamina, endurance, and virility beyond any human — a monster wearing a man's skin — Vincent used those superhuman gifts to turn the woman who had once been his master into a female and devour her. His thrusting never slowed, only accelerated, and the force behind each pounding blow never waned. The only times he paused were to change positions and ravish me in another, or when I came so hard my body shook.

Hooking my legs around his waist and lifting me to take me standing. Making me brace my hands against the wall so he could take me from behind while squeezing my breasts. Even when I collapsed, unable to hold myself up, he showed no intention of granting me rest — he simply made me kneel.

"Hah… hah… Vincent, just let me rest a little…."

"Then don't do such lewd things. Why are you so obscene?"

"That's absurd—!"

Vincent knelt behind me.

"…?! This position…! Vincent! Not this one!"

This was that position from back then. The position my mother, Cheon Yuhwa, had been in when she declared before my very eyes that she was Ma Cheonseong's sex slave and broodmare — and received his release deep inside her.

"Why? You put up a little fight, sure, but you were such an obedient good female once I was fucking you. So why won't Adela allow this position?"

"That's— that's…!"

I couldn't say it. Setting aside the question of when exactly I'd "obeyed" — being made to feel things and beg at his whim in the middle of being violated was already shame enough to kill me. And he wanted me to tell him that?

"Adela, you mustn't keep secrets from me. So — are you going to keep it a secret?"

"I— I can't say it."

"Then I have no reason to hold back, either."

Drained by the relentless violation and the pleasure that came with it, all I could do as he moved to enter me was gasp and go limp. All I could do was beg Vincent, who began pushing into me in the very position I'd begged him not to use.

"Please, I'm begging you, Vincent! I'll beg like this! Ugh."

"Call for me when you've made up your mind to tell. From now on, I'm going to make you come in this position and finish inside you."

Once he was in deep enough that all he needed was to move his hips, Vincent cupped one breast in a hand and began tormenting my nipple, while the fingers of his other hand rolled my clitoris.

This was how Ma Cheonseong had broken my mother, too. Tormenting her breasts and her clit, just as Vincent was doing now.

"Ah! What— what do I have to do to make you stop!? Nngh!!"

"Hmm, let's see… Oh! Adela. Now that I think of it, I never heard you say it."

"Say— say what?"

"Adela, swear to God, with your own mouth, that you are my female. That you'll take my seed and conceive my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠child, and after you give birth, take my seed again — that you'll become my one and only female, serving me until the day you die."

"Wh-what?! You want me to do what?"

"You heard me."

With those words, Vincent began moving his hips again.

This was— this was exactly what happened back then.

With Vincent licking my nape, never once ceasing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his caresses and his thrusting, the pleasure that had layered up inside me all this while kept rising higher and higher.

This was bad. Vincent was serious.

What kind of cruel joke of fate was this?

"No! You don't even understand what that means to me!"

"Bear my child, Adela."

"No! I said no! Stop it! Let go of me!"

I struggled with everything I had to tear myself away from him, but with my strength spent, I was nothing more than Vincent's toy. And the more I struggled, the harder his caresses and thrusts became, while pleasure strode in on mud-caked feet, trampling over everything, preparing to subdue me.

"I was wrong! Nngh! Please stop! Please!"

The tears burst out of me.

At this rate, I would get pregnant and become exactly like my mother. I would become a female — a plaything that existed only to please him.

"If you're sorry, then say ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it! Swear that you'll become mine!"

Vincent, seemingly unable to hold back any longer, was thrusting with shorter and shorter intervals now. The cock kissing my womb swelled even further, announcing that his climax was near — and at the same time, my own body was being dragged rapidly toward its peak.

Tears streamed down without end.

To think I would be the one to break myself.

I cursed my fate.

"Hurry!"

There was truly no time left. If I was going to do it, it had to be now.

"I!!"

Without stopping his thrusting, Vincent turned his ear toward the female declaration.

"Nngh! I am Vincent Rainer's fe— female…!"

The moment I faltered, Vincent readied himself to pour his seed into my womb all the harder.

"I swear I am his female! I will take his seed and conceive his child! I will raise it with all my devotion, and after giving birth, I will take his seed again and become a female who bears his children, again and again!"

By the end, it had all but become a scream.

"I declare it!!"

Suddenly, Vincent added a condition.

"Call me Seobang-nim!"

"Nnaah! You never said anything about that!! Aah! Pull out, hurry! Aaah!"

"Call me Seobang-nim!"

Already at my peak, with my reason crumbling to pieces, I finally accepted even that title.

"Seobang-nim! Please, anything but coming inside me!! I'll get pregnant!!!"

"Adela! I love you! Let's be happy together!"

"Nooooooo!!!"

Contrary to the promise he'd made, Vincent — with the glans that had been rubbing against my cervix — stubbornly forced open the mouth of my womb and came inside it. The semen gushing out in violent pulses began to fill my womb to the brim. So much poured into me that I was gripped by the illusion that even my fallopian tubes were filling up.

"Nngh!"

Even past my womb, even as it filled my passage, his ejaculation did not stop. And Vincent's thrusting didn't stop either. I hated him so much — still in the middle of coming, yet utterly heedless, pounding away as if to force every last drop of semen deeper into my womb.

"You— you rotten bastard…!!"

Having filled even my passage with his overwhelming volume, Vincent smeared the seed still oozing from his cock in thick globs over my mound, then simply laid down with me held in his arms.

"Hey! You bastard! I did everything you told me to, so what am I supposed to do if you come inside?! You absolute lunatic! What am I going to do if I get pregnant?!"

"You were too slow, Adela. And I came fully intending to put a baby in you. I told you to call me Seobang-nim from now on, didn't I?"

It was my own fault for expecting anything from this lunatic.

If I didn't wash it out right away…!!

The afterglow of my climax hadn't even faded, and my plan to stagger away on trembling, boneless limbs was thwarted the moment Vincent seized my legs.

"Where do you think you're going? The sun hasn't even come up yet."

Vincent's cock had already regained its rigid form.