When a Man Becomes a Woman, the Number One Thing to Do
Everyone's probably guessing what comes out on top when a guy turns into a girl.
Did I snap in rage and smash up the whole space where I'd trained with Master? Or did I burst into tears and snot, rushing straight out into the jianghu to grab her by the collar?
Hell no.
The very first thing I did was a thorough, intimate "exploration" of my new female body.
No, let's be real—hand on heart. A healthy dude wakes up as a drop-dead gorgeous babe overnight. What's the first thing on his mind? Swearing bloody revenge through gritted teeth? No way in hell.
According to some totally credible media outlet, the undisputed number one thing a man does when he becomes a woman is jerk off. Duh! Of course you gotta poke and prod every inch to check out the goods—that's just the national pastime!
"Holy shit… why's the skin so ridiculously soft?"
Thinking back, there were signs even during my secluded training.
The more I cultivated, the smoother my skin got, turning flawlessly pale without a single blemish. I figured it was just my martial arts hitting Absolute Peak, some side effect of Hwangol Taltae making me look younger.
'Oh yeah, legendary technique for sure!' I'd thought, smug as hell. God, past me was such an idiot. That wasn't Hwangol Taltae—it was just me evolving into a stunner.
Losing Johnson hit hard, no doubt.
It felt like the sky was crashing down. But even that massive grief couldn't beat back the boiling curiosity of my inner horndog.
I tossed the letter that had wrecked my sanity aside and crawled back to the cave corner.
There stood a full-length mirror made of tarnished silver.
I stripped off the rags clinging to me without a second thought, and there she was: the perfect dream girl I'd drool over in my fantasies.
"This… this is really me?"
It was absurd, but the body staring back was too perfect.
Infuriatingly so. If I'd still been a guy, Johnson would've been rock-hard at that figure.
Trembling, I ran my hands over my arms and thighs.
The rough, callused manly paws from training? Gone. In their place, jade-white, silky fingers glided over skin smoother than satin.
Soft yet springy, I couldn't stop—my hands grabbed my tits.
The heavy flesh overflowed my palms. As excitement built, I teased the areolas with my fingertips.
I couldn't hold back—I pinched and twisted, and a sharp moan escaped my lips.
"Hah…! Ah, ngh…! Hnng!"
My mind snapped alert, hands freezing.
That sound from my mouth? But body and brain were on different pages.
Just tits felt this good—what about down there? Reason had already lost to raw male curiosity.
My fingers slid past my smooth belly to the slick, soaking crevice beyond.
Fumbling through unfamiliar folds, they snagged on a little nub—the clit.
"Hik, aaah…!"
A mere brush, and lightning shot through my brain.
One hand kneaded my breast mercilessly while the other ramped up on that sensitive spot.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah… ah… ah… haaaang!"
Wet friction filled the cave.
Rubbing fast around the clit, then circling—heat surged from my dantian to my toes.
Nothing like male fapping: delicate, razor-sharp pleasure.
Squelch… squelch… splurt!
Digging deep, hot juices gushed out, senses sharpening with every wave.
All nerves zeroed in there.
Vision flashed; even finger twitches weren't mine anymore. The sensation scraped my brain raw—my body shook like a leaf.
This first taste of female ecstasy shredded me harder than qi deviation.
Squelch… squelch… thrust… deeeep!
"Unngh, ah… hnng…! Ah, aaaang! Haa, ah…!"
Deep thrusts gripped my fingers with wrinkles.
Two fingers, then three—hot walls clamped like a beast.
Hooking them to rake the ceiling, splurting fluids erupted; uncontrollable bliss twisted me, slamming my head against the wall.
"Hahk, ah… no, this… feels too fucking good…!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Guilt flickered, gone in a flash—as speed peaked, dantian heat swirled down.
"Aaaaaang! C-cumminggg!"
A deep, endless orgasm wrecked me—back arched like a bow, vision whiting out.
Sploosh… spuuurt!
Female squirting mystery: hot fluids jetted; strength drained away.
Shudders raced spine to brain—I convulsed, gasping for ages.
"Haa… haa… ahh… nn…."
First female orgasm, like cumming as a girl—raw, alien intensity. I lay catching breath, staring at the ceiling.
Sweat-matted hair, trembling fingertips.
"This… this is womanly pleasure…! Fuck martial arts training…"
A nasal moan slipped out unbidden.
The more I fought it, the louder—echoing obscenely.
This is what girls feel? A full-body melt I'd never known as a man.
Male pride? Trashed long ago. Lingering afterglow barely faded—I reached for more.
Never dreamed my arts would bloom like this.
One storm climax past, inner heat raged on.
Fresh pussy high hit harder than opium.
Panting, I raised sticky fingers.
Clear strands stretched—thick, musky scent assaulted my nose from my body.
"This… my pussy smell?"
Horndog instinct reared up.
Tranced, I brought fingers to lips. Tongue tip tasted: fishy-sweet mystery.
Slurp… slurp….
Self-cannibal guilt? Fleeting.
Flavor flooding my mouth quaked me—brain melting, I deep-throated my fingers, sucking hard.
Schlup… haa… hnng!
Depraved thrill of sucking my own fingers—beyond imagination.
Heat surged; hands to tits.
Now red-hot nipples stood begging; I mashed breasts together, deep cleavage forming.
I buried my face in them.
Flesh scent dizzied me; tongue flicked the hard nipple.
"Hahk, ngh…!"
Lips latched, sucking—spine-zapping pleasure twisted my hips.
Self-sucking tits, mirror's lewd show—I lost all reason.
Squelch… squelch… squiiiish!
Mouth full of breast, one hand dove below.
Cum already streamed down thighs; three fingers plunged in.
Splurt! Squelch-squelch! Squish!
"Ah, aaaang! Hnng! Haaaht!"
Scorching walls devoured fingers.
Hooked and raking ceiling—slick sounds rocked the cave, air thick with smutty heat.
"Deeper… deeper…!"
Instinct channeled qi for vibrating fingertips, hitting depths—body thrashed like qi deviation.
Sploooosh! Sploosh! Spuuuurt!
"Aaaaaaaak!! C-cumminggg!!"
Second peak dwarfed the first—destructive; squirting soaked me, plunging into near-blackout bliss.
Out cold for a while? Body limp with sweat and cum, I rolled over.
A tiny wall crack caught my eye—new.
Huh? What's that?
Stumbling up, I pressed the heavy stone nub.
Rumble—thud!
Mechanism whirred; wall slid open to a hidden chamber.
Stepping in, I gawked at the shelves.
"What the fuck is all this…?"
Unbelievable for a martial sect: bizarre toys crammed everywhere.
Jade dildos of every girth, leather restraints, mystery gadgets. Pure pervert paradise.
"Master, what the hell did you do in here?"
A guy collecting this? Chills… but my freshly-fucked body twitched at the sight.
Center table: ornate, with a letter. Gulping, I unfolded it.
Disciple, I went through it too!
These items in this room are the bopa I meticulously collected over years of boredom. Tools that grant supreme pleasure no man's body could ever know. No need to refuse. Everyone in our sect starts the same way.
P.S.: Take a disciple like I did and pass on our school's arts. You're now the 32nd Sect Leader of the Divine Maiden Sect. Oh, and per our sect rules, the previous leader names the next. You're Yeonhwa from now on. Bloom from the mud into the world's most fatally alluring flower.
"That crazy Master…! Yeonhwa my ass!"
I screamed, but my eyes locked on the massive crystal-clear jade dildo.
And below, against my will, I soaked again.
Deceived by my Master—no, that pervert—I'd become Yeonhwa, 32nd Sect Leader of the murim's most secretive, wicked sect: the Divine Maiden Sect.
