So This Is Lewd Xianxia
I used to be a man. Not just any ordinary guy, either — a man who had taken up the sacred calling of eroge developer as his profession. That was me.
But when I woke from sleep, I found myself occupying the body of a beautiful woman. And just as I was trying to adapt to this changed world, a pack of religious fanatics snatched me up and turned me into a test subject.
That, in a nutshell, is everything up to now.
"Mmm! A fine morning, young lady. I find myself rather eager to indulge that lewd body of yours all over again today."
The old man who had so kindly introduced me to this world's genre stirred from sleep and waved, looking delighted to see me.
"G-get lost!"
My reaction, naturally, was ice-cold. This was the same lunatic who, upon our very first meeting, had asked whether I might spare him just one round. I really should have known then.
"What's the matter? You agreed to this of your own free will, did you not?"
"How the hell was I supposed to know that meant sex?!"
"Sex... I'm afraid I'm entirely in the dark. This is the Chamber Arts. If we mean to break through the jailers and escape, is this not our best option?"
"That's the same damn thing!"
Chamber Arts. Translation: sex.
I twisted my shackled body around and stared at the wall instead. Yesterday the old man had proposed that we escape this unidentifiable prison together, and I had accepted without a shred of hesitation. The reason for that was...
Clack. Clack. Clack...
Beyond the iron bars, a bizarre monster that had no business existing in a wuxia novel was pacing back and forth. It resembled the skeletons of Western fantasy — except the scraps of human flesh still clinging here and there to its bones cranked the grotesquerie up to eleven.
"Gazing at that abomination, are you? Best to give it up. You'd need to be a Second-Class martial artist at the very least before you could even think of taking one on."
"I didn't ask!"
The skull-faced things making their rounds numbered a hundred at the very least.
"Well then! Shall we continue? I'll have those meridians of yours opened soon enough."
"I-I don't want to!"
"And have you some other method of growing stronger in here?"
"Urgh... damn it!"
That was the solution the old man had offered: the Chamber Arts. Mix our bodies together, fill each other with Yin and Yang, and bolster our martial power. Obviously, it was the most spectacular load of bullshit I had ever heard.
...Except it wasn't, and that was the problem. A single session of Chamber Arts had accumulated Internal Energy in me — enough for Third-Class strength. From the perspective of someone who had actually developed lewd-xianxia eroge, that was a very big deal.
Awaken and have your meridians blown open from a single round of sex? Then if I just practiced the Chamber Arts every day, I could easily... no. That was me overthinking it.
"From the look of you, young lady, you were born with an abundant talent for absorbing Yang energy. Your complexion is healthy, so it seems you do not suffer from the Nine Yin Blocked Meridians, and yet..."
"That... sounds like an insult."
"It depends on the person. For a martial artist, there is no higher praise."
"Haaah..."
I let out a sigh and flopped over. The instant my back met the cold floor, the uneven surface jabbed into my spine, so I sat back up again. Couldn't catch a single break.
"Fuck, Gramps, your realm's high enough that you could just bust out of here on your own."
I slammed the ground as I snapped at him. Peak at the absolute minimum — Transcendent, if I was any judge. Having been thoroughly impaled on that mustachioed old bastard's long cock, I could say so with confidence. The man was a monster.
The old man heard me out, then let out a dry little chuckle and continued with practiced fluency.
"You wouldn't know this yet, young lady, but there is one more monster waiting outside."
"What?"
"A priestess... the cultists have a High Priestess. Transcendent, even by a conservative estimate."
The fuck?
My face twisted sharply, and the old man broke into a hearty laugh.
"Even if I take that woman upon myself, who will handle the rest of those abominations?"
"So that's why you want me."
"Ahem. Quick on the uptake. So — shall we continue?"
"Fuck..."
I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to die in here. Slowly, I spread my legs. Maybe because I hadn't properly cleaned up after yesterday's coupling, dried semen still clung to the hair between them. My pussy eased open by degrees, a small clitoris peeking out as if to greet what was coming.
"Tsk, just... do it..."
"Gladly!"
The old man came closer. A single strike of his knife-hand sheared through the chain binding me to the wall, and then his hands reached out. My soft breasts sank around his touch the way a mattress takes a body's weight.
"This... khh!"
"Nnnh♡ Shut up... and hurry..."
He flicked my nipples, stoking the mood, then sent those warmed fingers slithering downward like a snake.
"Pubic hair, is it... a country girl after all."
"Shut uuup..."
My already-slick pussy spilled a salty wetness as his muscled fingers pushed in deep...
"...Huh?"
"Someone's getting impatient, young lady!"
He spun my body hard and pulled out that massive thing of his. My whole body was burning — and a Transcendent master was hardly going to miss a detail like that. A moment's pause, and then that enormous cock drove straight into my cunt.
"Nnnnngh!!♡ Hah, hahk!♡"
A moan tore out of me before I could stop it. The thing was ridiculously thick with veins, a truly monstrous cock, and it began to piston savagely back and forth.
Squelch! Squelch!
It slammed into the flesh of my ass with raw, driving force.
"Haahn...! Nngh♡!! Th-this is... weeeeird!!!"
My walls clamped down around the shaft grinding against them. The fluids of our coupling gushed out and became a natural oil, only amplifying the cock's pleasure.
Getting fucked while pinned against a wall... maybe this isn't half bad...
Squelch, squelch—! Squish—!
Look at this mess. Wearing a slutty face while mixing bodies with some old geezer whose name I didn't even know. And the old man took it a step further. He stuck out that long tongue of his, brought it to my sweat-pickled armpit, and—
Slurp!
"Ah! Nnh♡! What was... thaaaat!!♡"
"The armpit as an erogenous zone, too... khh. Just like a complete whore."
"Don't say that... ahn!♡ Nnnn!♡"
The old bastard kept voicing those vulgar observations, but I couldn't fight back. With a master's strength he ravaged my ample body. Sweat ran from my forehead all the way down to my chin in rivulets now, and my armpits were no different — yet he buried his nose in them as if he actually liked the smell, tongue working this way and that. So maybe there was a reason people joked about armpits being a second pussy.
I don't know how much time passed before he suddenly yanked me in and—
Wham!
—slammed us both down onto the floor.
"Ah! That hurts, you fucker... wha— mph, mmph!! Nnnnngh!"
Then he clapped a palm over my mouth.
"Hush. The jailers are coming."
I shifted my gaze as he said, and the kidnappers were bustling about. They were barking something, setting the monsters to work dragging the people out of the cells one by one. But why only the women?
"Nnh? Nnn... mph? Mmph! Mmph mmph! Nngh!♡"
The old man, who had been watching the scene with me, suddenly hoisted my left leg and scraped along my inner walls without the slightest mercy. Literally without mercy.
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind—!
The pussy that had swallowed his cock poured out a submissive flood of love-juice. It felt far, far too good.
My swaying breasts had lewd little nipples that were practically begging to be grabbed — and so the old man didn't hold back. His other hand seized a nipple and shook it roughly. A dazzling jolt of physical pleasure shot through my skull. Even as the flesh was being mashed, the joy bored into my brain with no other way to express itself.
Thrust, thrust, thrust—!
"I-I'm gonna come!"
"Nnnnnn...!!♡"
That thick cock swelled hard, telegraphing what was coming. But after that violent coupling I had no strength left to do anything about it. All I could do was pant and take his semen.
Spurt—! Fshht!
That sticky essence made another grand entrance, flooding my womb. My lower belly fluttered as it received a man's heat, and I couldn't keep the happiness off my lips. Maybe it was because I'd already taken it once yesterday... my body was far too hot, and breathing had become a struggle. But the feeling of receiving his semen was nothing short of magnificent.
I lay sprawled on the floor, breathing in harsh gusts. The lower half that had endured that brutal pistoning trembled as if in spasm, and from the armpits still glazed in his saliva a thick smell of spit hung in the air. The old man looked worn out himself — he was pouring sweat and gulping water from a bucket in great swallows.
"Fuck... these are straight-up female corruption symptoms..."
I unstuck my lips in a self-mocking mutter. Years spent as an eroge developer meant I recognized it instantly. The first time is agony, but from the second time on you start to feel pleasure. Was that not the classic female-corruption route?
I was still sunk in that thought when the iron-barred door rattled open.
"Fuck! The smell!"
"Ugh, what the hell? These assholes... don't tell me..."
Jailers and skeletal monsters closed in around us. The semen leaking from my pussy left little to the imagination about what had just happened, and the men's faces hardened in an instant.
"Can we even still use this one? The High Priestess isn't going to like it."
"Ah, for fuck's sake! And after we went to all that trouble gathering sacrifices... that old bastard's got some stamina, I'll give him that."
"So what do we do? The ritual's about to start."
High Priestess. Sacrifices. A ritual. The bastards were tossing around words I couldn't make heads or tails of. They clutched their heads, seeming to turn it over.
"Hell if I know. Just use her. It's not like she has to be a virgin, right?"
"But the God..."
"Does it even matter? I'm sure He'll let it slide."
"Fine. If we get chewed out, it's on you. Hey, you Armored Bone Soldier bastards! Move this bitch!"
Fuuuck, this isn't right.
By the time I realized something had gone terribly, terribly wrong, it was already too late. I was being hauled away, dangling from the grip of the monsters they called Armored Bone Soldiers. I snapped my eyes toward the old man, staring at him pathetically, pleading for him to do something — but all I got back was silence.
I'd been betrayed.
Rage welled up, but I couldn't so much as twitch a finger. This frail body, spent to the point of collapse, was making my eyelids heavier and heavier, ushering me toward unconsciousness. My eyes slipped shut. My mind went hazy.
Th-this isn't how it's supposed to go...
Through my clouding vision, the old man's lips were moving.
T r u s t
m e
The hell is that supposed to mean...
And with that, I lost consciousness.
God. What a fucked-up world.