Clit Equipment
She woke at seven, well before she was supposed to. She hadn't set an alarm; some nameless anxiety had simply pried her eyes open. The first thing she did was pull up her equipment window.
So my clitoris is actually sticking out right now? For real?
She was too frightened to even move from the position she'd woken in, and she tried, pointlessly, to feel for her own clitoris. It wasn't a part of her body she'd ever been able to sense just by thinking about it — but she could feel it now, unmistakably. A strange sensation she'd never experienced before was stretching forward from the front of her pussy.
When a clitoris the size of a grain of millet grew to seven centimeters, of course it would feel alien. It was as if an entirely new body part had simply been generated from nothing. Unfortunately for her, it was nothing but a useless pink lump of flesh that made her far too easy to sexually stimulate. If anything, it was only going to get in the way when she moved.
"Haa."
She hadn't even sat up yet, and already a sigh escaped her.
I was probably able to sleep through it because I went to bed wearing my equipment, right?
If she'd been in her usual underwear or pants, the moment her clit enlarged she would have woken up. Even with the equipment that had reshaped itself to her body, she could still feel the faint brush of fabric against her clit. From now on, no matter how her body changed, she would have to sleep in her equipment if she wanted to keep climbing the Tower. Regular clothes that clung to the body were out of the question. Ordinary clothes wouldn't stretch or shrink to match her transforming body — they'd just chafe and get in the way.
She rose from the bed with painstaking care, making sure nothing touched the space between her thighs.
"Ugh."
Even so, her clit dragged against the fabric, and a bizarre sensation washed through her. It was sensitive, and it made her pussy twitch — the feeling of a part of her that was never supposed to be this exposed stretching out in front of her. Except it wasn't just a feeling. A part of her that was never supposed to stick out was, in fact, sticking out.
Even a glance downward confirmed it: something was jutting from between her thighs, from the equipment she'd fallen asleep in. The black pants she'd been wearing as gear had even changed shape to accommodate her enormous clit rather than obstruct it, which only made the bulge more obvious. So this was why male hunters wore regular pants over their equipment, trying to hide the outline of their crotches. It was almost funny that she, a woman, now had to worry about the same thing.
Still, she needed to get a proper look at what her clit had become, so she forced herself to ignore the strange sensation and stood in front of the mirror.
"Hoo."
She let out a breath, then stripped off her lower equipment and underwear and stowed them in her inventory so she could check her body.
"Ah."
It was even more horrific than she'd imagined. The state of her pubic hair was already vulgar enough, but the clitoris protruding from the front of her pussy, still sheathed in its hood, was genuinely grotesque. The resolve she'd been clinging to — to accept this as calmly as she could — shook hard. She barely managed to hold herself together, and let out a long, deep sigh.
"Hnnngh."
Carefully, she peeled back the hood covering her clit. A lump of flesh, red bordering on pink, popped free and swelled even larger.
"Hhk."
The clit that had been about five centimeters a moment ago stiffened slightly and grew to nearly seven. Five centimeters had already been grotesque enough. Two more centimeters with the hood pulled back was worse. She clenched her teeth and gave it a few light taps.
"Nnh."
Her hips jerked, and her thighs rocked back and forth without her meaning to — but it was only because she'd touched such a sensitive spot. There was no sexual arousal. If anything, it was so sensitive it almost hurt. Just because her clitoris had gotten bigger didn't mean that touching it would send her into a frenzy or make her gush fluid. If she kept at it, of course some juices would come out eventually — but Jia had absolutely no intention of doing that. She thought of it as a sensitive, delicate piece of genitalia that had sprouted like a boil.
When she put her underwear equipment back on, the front of the black panties stretched out around the protrusion. They did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of her clit.
"Haa."
If the panties were this bad, then pants-type equipment was out of the question. She needed a skirt. She sent her mother a message.
While she waited for a reply, she moved around the room a little.
"Nngh."
She ended up waddling, the way a boy who'd just been circumcised might walk. The sensitive part kept rubbing against her panties, so she didn't have a choice — but even with no one watching, it was mortifying. She was going to have to climb the Tower soon, though. She needed to adapt fast, or at least pretend she was fine.
Sighing over and over, she kept her naturally spreading thighs in check and focused on getting used to walking like this. No matter how she looked at it, it was awkward — but she forced herself to walk as if nothing were wrong. In the mirror, a woman with enormous breasts walked with little twitches of her hips. What a thing to be doing first thing in the morning. She had to endure it. She took every ounce of this injustice and resentment and forged it into rage at the man who kept putting this equipment on her. That was how she got through it.
"Hoo."
Another sigh. She'd lost count of how many that was. The rubbing sensation and the discomfort of the clit weren't actually that bad, thanks to the equipment holding its shape. She'd equipped the sky-blue skirt gear her mother had gotten her that morning, and she was still getting used to it. Her mother had said sky-blue was the only color available on such short notice. Jia didn't care about the color at all — she was just grateful her mother had gone to the trouble so early.
Forcing herself to practice walking had, inevitably, made her juices leak out in little spurts, soaking a round wet patch into the center of her underwear equipment. She kept telling herself it was an involuntary physical reaction she couldn't help — but rubbing her clitoris against fabric was, for all intents and purposes, masturbation, and her pussy kept twitching and drooling fluid.
She also needed to pee, so she went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and unequipped her lower gear.
"Kh."
She sat down out of habit, and her clit touched the front of the toilet bowl. The cold jolt made her hips jerk. So she couldn't even pee in peace anymore. Her eyes stung with tears.
Tssssss.
Even the sound of her urine felt like it was mocking her. Her mood soured further. Even after she finished, she couldn't collect herself. She sat on the toilet for a long time — more than twenty minutes — just thinking.
Could she ever get used to this body? If she unequipped the Unique Equipment, would her body actually go back? What was she supposed to tell the university? What was she supposed to tell her friends, her boyfriend? None of it had answers. The only thing she could do right now was climb the Tower and find the one responsible.
She'd been sitting and worrying so long that her twitching, dripping pussy finally settled, and her clit retreated back into its hood. She barely pulled herself together, and forced a change of subject: she should at least look at the ability she'd gained from the enlarged clit.
Her original ability had been generating water from her hands and manipulating it like a spirit. Combined with Water Generation, maybe she could do more. She read the ability description that had appeared the same way it had when she first awakened.
◈ Water may be generated from any part of the body, not only the hands.
◈ Generation volume: approximately 5 L(previously ~500 ml)
Where she used to generate about five hundred milliliters — a plastic water bottle's worth — she could now produce five liters on the spot, more than ten times as much. That was enough to drown a monster outright. Not having to generate water from her hands specifically was convenient, though the idea that it might look like she was sweating was a little gross. She could take a shower anywhere, as long as she had something to wash with. Not that she ever would.
She used the ability to rinse between her thighs, dried herself off, and put her equipment back on. It looked a little ridiculous, but she could also instantly dry any juices or sweat that leaked out. Apparently even those fluids counted as something she'd generated, since they came from her. When she dried the juices that had soaked into her equipment panties, a whitish stain formed in the center of the black fabric, the way panties look after you've leaked into them for a long time without changing.
"Ah."
She generated clean water, scrubbed at it with her own hands, and only put them back on once the stain was gone. If she could dry moisture instantly, she should probably refrain from doing it that way.
By the time she'd gotten somewhat used to her crotch and collected herself, a fair amount of time had passed. A message came through: it was time for the guild to pick her up. She steeled herself and left the house.
She could walk almost normally now — well enough that a stranger might only think she was a bit of a slow walker. The hood wrapping her clitoris was doing more work than she'd expected. She still had to tilt her hips back slightly so the clit wouldn't show through the front of the sky-blue skirt, but aside from that, she didn't look strange. People seeing her for the first time had their eyes stolen by her face and her chest anyway. They didn't have the presence of mind to check her gait.
Jia spotted the black van parked in front of her house. Right on cue, the Changwoon Guild Manager stepped out.
"Oh — you even prepared a van."
"Of course we did. Inside you'll find the equipment you'll need for the climb, plus some light snacks. Just let me know whenever you'd like a proper meal."
"Ah. Thank you."
She climbed in through the open door, and Yeonhee, already seated, greeted her.
"You're here? Wow. Oh my god. I heard about it, but are your breasts actually okay?"
Seeing them in person was a different experience. Yeonhee's face filled with worry and shock.
"Like I told you before, it's a temporary side effect from the overpowered abilities I picked up. I'll be back to my original figure soon."
Jia forced a smile, as if it were nothing. She was talking to herself as much as to Yeonhee.
"Well, that's a relief, if you're going back. But are we really going straight from the fourteenth floor to the twentieth today?"
"Yeah. We have to."
The answer was sharper and more decisive than Yeonhee had expected. She flinched a little.
"You can only go up one floor per hour anyway, and rushing is how people get themselves killed. Plus it's been a while — don't you need to get your bearings? What if you get hurt?"
"I got Troll's Recovery too. I won't die. As long as you hold the front, I'll just make water blades from the back and kill everything. My water ability's been enhanced, besides. Don't worry about me — you're the one who needs to manage the pace. Even if the equipment has healing on it, we don't have a dedicated healer."
"Please. I'm the one who's been running the Tower nonstop. Who's worrying about who here? Besides, the fourteenth and fifteenth floors, we'll knock those out in no time."
Yeonhee was worried about Jia's body, but not particularly about climbing the Tower itself. Jia knew that too. There wasn't much chance of getting hurt.
In the Tower, the monsters changed every five floors. One appeared on the first floor, two on the second, and so on, until five appeared on the fifth — after which a different monster took over. What Jia had faced so far went as far as goblins through the fifth floor, slimes through the tenth, and kobolds through the fifteenth. More precisely, she'd made it through three kobolds on the thirteenth floor.
Up to four people could climb together, but two was the most efficient. The monster count stayed the same with two climbers; a third or fourth member added two extra, then four extra, meaning a full party of four would have to kill ten in total. Plenty of people argued that a four-person party killing ten was still better than two people killing five. That was something you'd only know by trying. And if things got truly dangerous, you could always escape.
"Nngh."
Careful not to let the clit jutting from her crotch show, she settled into her seat. Enormous breasts, an enormous clit — in every way, her body was riddled with inconvenient defects.