Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 011. Flaunting That Bitch-in-Heat Scent Everywhere
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Thump thump!
After finishing my meal and patting my bloated belly, I returned to the lab.
“Ehet, ehehe.”
Having scarfed down a mountain of meat since morning, a goofy laugh slipped out before I knew it.
I really love meat, so starting the day off happy.
Humming a little tune, I swayed my hips back and forth.
“Meat is the best!”
It gives me strength.
Yesterday's fatigue? Completely gone.
Calling it a cure-all wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Long live meat!
Singing praises to meat, I sorted out the materials for today's lesson.
My routine splits into two main parts.
Time spent researching the curse.
Time teaching magic to the princess.
Usually research in the morning, lessons in the afternoon.
I'd love to pour every minute into research, but the princess insists on learning magic, so I have to humor her stubborn streak.
“In a situation like this, I'm the only one feeling chill.”
It kinda seems like I'm the only anxious one.
“Nah, His Majesty the Emperor looked antsy too.”
He sends someone almost every day to check on research progress.
It's seriously pressuring me to death.
Feels like he's straight-up threatening me to cough up results right now.
Research doesn't work like that—you can't just snap your fingers and get breakthroughs overnight.
“I get it, though. His one and only daughter turned into a son just like that.”
Suddenly, my parents back home popped into my head.
Haven't seen them once since joining the Magic Tower.
Wonder what they'd say if I reached out after all this time with news that their only son became a daughter.
‘Now we've got five daughters, honey!’
‘Daughters are great.’
‘Not bummed about losing your son?’
‘Sons are great too.’
I can practically hear their responses already.
Mom and Dad never made a fuss about gender.
You'd think a farming family would prefer sons, but nope.
I've got four older sisters above me.
As the baby of the family, I'm their one boy.
Someone might figure they popped out five kids just to get a son, but that's not it.
It's 'cause their marriage is rock-solid.
Kissing right in front of us kids is standard fare.
They flaunt their affection nonstop—it's endless.
If Big Sis hadn't been there, we'd have overheard them getting frisky in our tiny house.
And boom, another sibling on the way.
“Yawwwn……”
Lesson prep done, I flipped open the grimoire to dive into research when drowsiness crashed over me.
“Right… didn't catch a wink last night, huh?”
I'd drawn magic circles straight through the night.
The meat-fueled bliss had made me forget for a bit.
Now that bliss was hitting back as a full belly, casting sleep magic on me.
“Maybe take a stroll?”
Morning's slotted for research, but it's really free time.
Do whatever.
Sleep, read—fine by me.
Just can't step outside the Imperial Palace.
And even inside, I can't roam freely.
My access is super limited.
Imperial Library included, nowhere beyond here in the Palace of Life.
“Heading out?”
The knight guarding the Palace of Life entrance called out.
“Feeling sleepy, just gonna stretch my legs a bit.”
“You can't leave Palace of Life grounds.”
“I know.”
I flashed a smile and saluted him crisp.
“Thanks for all your hard work, always!”
Kid me dreamed of being a knight, so my form's spot-on.
“Need anything, just holler. I'll come running.”
“Haha, can't leave your post, though.”
I chuckled.
“Still, it's comforting, hehe.”
Bowed once more and headed for the Palace of Life gardens.
“Yeah, way different up close.”
The garden you glimpse from the lab window.
Magic keeps flowers blooming vivid through all four seasons.
Only place for that mystical mix of spring blossoms and winter blooms.
“Nice.”
I like flowers.
Not 'cause I turned girl.
Always have.
More precisely, beautiful natural views—flowers included.
Why I joined the Green Magic Tower.
To invent bloom magic.
Sounds simple, but it's unfinished high-tier stuff.
Birth of life on barren soil? God-tier power. Miracle saints—god's stand-ins—pull off.
“Sigh, gotta crack the curse first, though……”
Shelve the dream for now. Reverse this gender swap pronto.
“Hm?”
Wandering the maze-like garden, I ended up at the back of the Palace of Life.
Tiny pond there, tea spot beside it.
And right next to that, a sparring ground that feels outta place.
Crack!
Two guys duking it out with wooden swords.
“Both dudes, right?”
One was the princess.
Swinging her blade stone-faced, like emotions are a myth.
“Suits her……”
I know it's rude as hell, but damn, the princess rocks the guy look.
Wished I coulda been that manly myself.
Dreamed of knighthood.
Quit 'cause stamina sucked.
Not just stamina—motor skills in the toilet.
Lucky I got mage talent, or I'd be jobless now.
Sat under a tree.
Shade blocks sun, cool breeze feels great.
Long hair swishes, smacks my face.
Brushed it aside.
Back to tree, knees hugged.
Chest on knees.
Heavy as hell.
Breasts this weighty? Who knew.
Bra or no, shoulders ache.
Crack!
Princess's eyes locked in, no shake.
“Whoa, opponent's no slouch?”
Adrion Knight Commander.
Star of the western heretic purge.
Known for dropping that witch in the Heavenly God Church op to wipe out heretics.
She's holding her own against him.
I watched the two master swordsmen's bout in silence.
“Call it here for today.”
Adrion Knight Commander handed over a dry towel.
“Becoming male's boosted your raw power for sure. My wrist's still buzzing.”
Vera wiped off the sweat.
Breathed deep and slow to steady herself.
“Won't breathe a word to His Majesty, but if you're dead set on sword mastery, this form's probably better.”
“I think so too.”
No rush to switch back.
Guy, girl—Vera didn't care.
Gender identity took backseat to bigger stuff.
And right now, changing back? Big no.
“Still got those female habits lingering. How you channel power, move your body—guys and girls differ big time.”
“What can ya do. Not even a month in.”
“Fair. You're the princess—you'll pick it up fast. Or… prince now?”
Adrion let out a hearty hahaha.
“Hm? When'd she show up?”
Adrion spotted the pink-haired woman.
She was out cold under the tree shade.
Stunner even from afar.
A living painting.
“Ha.”
Vera cracked a smile at the sight.
Adrion's eyes went wide.
First time catching Vera smiling.
Never figured the perpetual blank-face could pull that off.
“Head in first, Knight Commander.”
“Got it.”
Vera bounded over to the woman, mischief lighting up her boyish face.
“Heh.”
Adrion dry-laughed at the view.
He knew that look—same dude here.
Guy heading to the girl he's into.
“Well now.”
Morning air carried spring's gentle thaw, winter finally gone.
Vera grinned.
“Out cold, totally defenseless.”
Esther's soft snores.
Sleeping like the world's at peace.
“What if someone jumps you?”
Vera plopped down beside Esther.
“Hm……”
Quick glance around, then nudged Esther's shoulder to lean it on his own.
Esther's head lolled, nestling right in.
“Must be awkward.”
She's leaned on me before, but propping her up? First.
Can't budge now.
Way more cramped than expected.
“Still……”
Up-close face time? Worth it.
Vera soaked in Esther's sleeping face.
Long lashes draped like curtains, plump lips pursed out.
Vera's gaze tunneled in on one spot.
The lips.
‘No wonder they call pussy the lower lips.’
Lips sparked thoughts of lower lips.
Esther's pussy? Nice and plump too.
‘So lips are upper pussy?’
Yesterday's fun fueled the dirty jokes.
“Ha.”
Imagined Esther's cheeks flushing beet red, that adorable reaction to pervy lines.
Laugh bubbled up just thinking it.
“Esther.”
Test-called her name.
Double-checked the sleep.
“Can't snooze out here.”
Vera inched her face closer.
Hand to Esther's cheek same time.
One-way street for now, but someday… mutual, like back then.
Lips drawing near, slow.
Breaths mingling.
Gap closing—lips a heartbeat from brushing.
“……Hm?”
Esther's eyes fluttered open.
Sleep-fogged gaze blew wide at point-blank Vera.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
Esther bolted upright, spooked.
Tsk.
Vera tongue-clicked.
“Caught a whiff, was sniffing it out.”
“Huh? A scent?”
“Lady Withbel, skipped bath yesterday, didn't you?”
“Ah…… w-well……”
Feared forgetting, so memorized the circle then drew it in the lab ASAP.
All-nighter—no shower window.
“No wash after? Smells like a damn cloud.”
“Eek, uuu……”
“Flaunting that bitch-in-heat scent everywhere. Dying for studs to mount you?”
“Wh-what're you even saying?!”
“See? One sniff of Lady Withbel's female musk, and my cock's rock-hard.”
Esther's eyes dropped south on reflex.
True story.
Massive bulge screaming presence between Vera's legs.
Pants couldn't hide the cock's sheer size.
“Begging to get devoured, huh?”
Vera yanked Esther's waist into a hug.
“Hik! N-nothing like that!”
Esther flailed free from Vera's hold.
“I'm a guy, remember…! C-cut the jokes, please…!”
Esther bolted into the Palace of Life, flustered.
Straight to the bath.
Sniff sniff.
Stripping down, took a whiff.
“Whoa……”
Panties reeking sweet and musky.