A Pure White Canvas
Everyone who had endured the Dead Moon collapsed into sleep the moment the cleanup was finished, leaving only the bare minimum of guards on watch.
Fredrick, who had unintentionally blacked out and thus fared better than the rest, was standing guard by the wagons that held their most important spoils.
"Haa... Why did it have to be like this..."
Under ordinary circumstances, the sight of wagons piled high with loot would have filled him with joy. Instead, the man under the gender-reversal curse could only sigh and lament.
We've got a mountain of necromantic orbs, and with the regular army corpses mixed in we even scavenged high-quality gear. Add the compensation the merchant caravans volunteered on top of that, and we could expand the mercenary company even further. Is it really right to waste an opportunity like this just to break a curse?
Wouldn't it be far more stable to grow the company first, then earn better pay working bigger jobs?
Fredrick, ready to sacrifice himself for Lillian's sake, was torn between whether he should lift his curse or pour everything into building up the mercenary company.
That aside—how does Lillian even live with these things hanging off her? They get in the way every time I move.
The full, heavy breasts—seeming a size larger than Lillian's—caught against his arms with every motion, and the irritation was constant.
And this empty feeling between my legs is making me anxious too.
There had been times, facing enemies who obsessively aimed for the groin, when he'd wished the thing simply weren't there. Now that it was actually gone, the hollow unfamiliarity left him unsettled.
"Haa. The more I think about it, the more I just want to sigh..."
The more he checked the state of his own body, the more the sighs came unbidden. Fredrick shoved the idle thoughts aside and focused on his watch.
"Nn... mm..."
Then his head drooped, and he slipped straight into sleep.
That Fredrick—who knew full well how critical it was to guard the spoils—would fall asleep on watch was surprising enough. The ones who appeared after he drifted off were even more so.
"Lillian. Are you sure it's really okay to do this?"
"Yes. It's fine. I already said I give my permission."
Lillian and Kaisent approached Fredrick carefully.
"Even so..."
"Kaisent. You said you wanted to repay the debt you owe to everyone in our mercenary company, didn't you?"
"Yes..."
"But now that I've become your wife, you and Fredrick are practically enemies. So how are you supposed to repay him?"
"..."
She pointed out the contradiction in Kaisent's position even as she began stripping off Fredrick's armor.
"Until now there was no answer. But now there is."
Kaisent had explained the curse on Fredrick at Lillian's request. Honestly, she still carried guilt over betraying him—but if they turned him into a "her" and made her one of Kaisent's wives, they could avoid the heartbreaking end of parting with bitterness on both sides.
It was a method the usual Lillian never could have imagined. But after Kaisent had shown her just how powerful the force of lust could be, she had been able to conceive of it.
With a soft rustle—
The armor came off, and over the tight men's clothing, breasts a full size larger than Lillian's swayed heavily.
"Gulp...!"
A face both pure and delicate, yet sexy—slender and finely featured. As the neck tilted to the side, a soft, snow-white nape revealed its graceful lines.
An ordinary person, no matter how beautiful the face, would still remember that this was a man with a masculine visage and feel revulsion. But out among the stars there were races that were hermaphroditic by nature, or that shifted between male and female under specific conditions of temperature or time. Kaisent, who had accepted countless such peoples across the cosmos, felt desire even knowing the woman before him was Fredrick.
Squish!
"Nnh..."
When Kaisent seized the breast through the cloth, crushing its shape in his grip, a delicate moan slipped from Fredrick's lips. Yet even as a Standard-rank fighter, he could not resist Kaisent's sleep magic and remained deep in slumber.
"Handle the rest yourself. You, at least, won't get caught."
Left alone with Fredrick, Kaisent began to explore the body even more hungrily once no eyes were on them. Stepping into the dimensional storage would have been safer—but he had learned how thrilling it was to sate lust under the tension of possibly being discovered, and he meant to savor that danger.
They said the more sexual acts with a man, the more feminine the body becomes.
He stopped kneading the breasts for a moment and pulled down Fredrick's pants—then drew in a sharp breath without meaning to.
The curve of the waist, elegant enough to feel refined, flowed naturally into hips that jutted out in a golden ratio—neither excessive nor narrow.
So this is the curse I nearly took on myself... Strange. They say Nozgna is a god of nothing but destruction, disaster, and chaos. Why would an apostle of a god like that use something like gender reversal?
Certainly, the curses Nozgna's followers inflicted usually involved the body slowly collapsing, or the land turning barren. Chelbe, who had died split in half at the torso, had been neither high-ranking nor especially devout among Nozgna's faithful. And yet Nozgna had accepted that follower's final thrashing and granted a gender-reversal curse.
Guess the god was just in a mood.
Having lived in a world without gods, Kaisent did not conceive of deities as omnipotent or grand. He simply figured Nozgna had handed out a different kind of curse depending on his temper.
That aside... sure enough, there's a hymen. And the anus is clenched tight shut.
For a body built to seduce men, the pussy and anus were, of course, completely undeveloped.
If I just shove it in like this, it won't be any fun.
Both the pussy and the anus were stiff and tight; putting his cock in either didn't seem like it would feel good.
There's still plenty of time. No need to rush.
Hoping Fredrick could enjoy it too if possible, he slid a hand between the spread thighs.
Schlick—
"Nn... nnh..."
Sitting with legs open, a finger pushed into the pussy, and a clear, lovely voice whimpered faintly.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick—
"Ah... aaaah...♡ Hnnn...♡"
The finger, pushed in just short of tearing the hymen, worked rapidly up and down with a snap of the wrist, stimulating the entrance. Naturally, a pussy that had never been used even once clenched blindly around the finger.
No one was in sight, but a skeleton crew of guards remained—the thrill of possible discovery sent Kaisent's brain racing into arousal.
"Chuu— chomp— smack—"
"Hhaaah...♡"
"Sweet, huh? This curse power really is something else."
Lured by the pink lips, Kaisent pushed his tongue inside and tasted even the saliva's sweetness—and in that sweetness he could feel the curse's malice. Every element designed to make a man fall head over heels had been packed in.
"Churrrrrrp~~~~!"
"Nnhhuuuung~~~♡"
Kaisent rolled Fredrick's tongue like candy while rapidly working the pussy. Consciousness gone, the body alone twitched and tried reflexively to escape—only to be held fast by a boy smaller than itself and toyed with one-sidedly.
"Hhhhuuuuuung~~~~!!"
Pssht— pssshuuu—
Under Kaisent's now-skilled kisses and finger assault—honed by knowing women—Fredrick climaxed, squirting pussy juices while the tangled tongue cried out. Even a face twisted in pleasure held a magic that stirred male lust.
What do I do. I think I'm starting to get serious about this.
At first it had just been curiosity because Lillian had given permission. But realizing this was a top-grade pure white canvas, a desire rose to dye it in his own colors.
Don't just open up the pussy—I should work this side too.
Having decided to do it properly, Kaisent pulled Fredrick's body against his own.
Squish!
"Augh...♡"
When both hands seized the plump ass—perfect golden-ratio size, spring, and softness—a moan spilled from Fredrick's mouth. But there was still no femininity yet, so the moan lacked sweetness.
After kneading that addictive, drug-like ass for a long while, Kaisent straightened a finger and shoved it straight into the tightly closed, cute pink anus.
"Urgh!"
The anus was different from the pussy after all—the moment the finger entered, a pained moan burst out, and the sphincter clamped down hard enough to threaten to snap the finger clean off.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Kh... aaaagh-hup!"
He kept stimulating it to loosen the hole, but the pain was still stronger, so before a loud cry could escape he sealed the sound with a kiss.
"Uuung...! Mmph... khhung...!"
Leaning against him in sleep, Fredrick had his lips plundered while Kaisent roughly fingered the anus. Right now Kaisent was taking pure enjoyment in taming an asshole that wouldn't even permit a foreign object, let alone a man.
I'll make sure this shithole never closes for the rest of your life.
He pushed both index fingers into the anus and began working the clenched sphincter open. Fredrick's beautiful face twisted as his tongue was one-sidedly devoured.
There are so many places I want to develop, but I've only got two hands! Isn't there something I can do?
Pussy, breasts, tongue, anus—and more besides. Burning with lust, Kaisent found the answer in an instant.
Mage's Hand!
Transparent hands that could be controlled remotely. By default they could only lift about three kilograms, but pouring in mana made more possible.
Kaisent created several Mage's Hands and set them to focus on the pussy hole, the clitoris, the breasts, and the nipples. Invisible hands crushed and distorted the breasts while the pussy made wet, slick sounds.
"Ubuuuuk~~~!!"
Multiple erogenous zones developing at once, plus continuous exposure to Kaisent's scent—Fredrick's defenseless body climaxed again, squirting.
Mage's Hand! More of them!
He wanted to fill this body that knew no filth with nothing but himself. Thinking that, Kaisent created still more Mage's Hands, kneading the ass, stroking the thighs and armpits, developing Fredrick's entire body into one vast erogenous zone.
"Chomp— chomp— smack— mmph~ chubububub~~~"
"Aheeeh... Hebuu..."
He sucked and licked the tongue—vivid pink, glistening with saliva, like the flesh of a ripe fruit—while simultaneously controlling the hands to knead Fredrick's body with exquisite precision. He had never moved so many Mage's Hands so finely before, but beastlike lust made the first attempt succeed with ease.
With Lillian's official permission, Kaisent bit and sucked at Fredrick's body for a long time, shaping him into a "her."
I'll make sure that shithole never closes again.
If I squeeze the breasts and ass hard enough, I'll make her climax from that alone.
The armpits need developing too.
I'll make her mind go blank just from a kiss.
Kaisent's goal was to develop the body until even tearing the hymen would bring more pleasure than pain—because if Fredrick felt pain, he might resist or fight back. When the day came that Kaisent tore that hymen, Fredrick would be reborn as a perfect "her."
"Mm?"
Regaining consciousness, Fredrick hurriedly scanned the surroundings.
I fell asleep? Is this the curse's influence too?
He didn't feel particularly exhausted, yet he had gone past dozing straight into full sleep—and that startled him.
The wagons! The wagons!?
Assuming something artificial had put him under, Fredrick checked the wagons. Fortunately, nothing appeared to be missing at a glance. Inside one wagon, the empty eye sockets of a skull perched on a stick stared back at him—an alarm magic Kaisent had set.
"Don't half-ass the consideration."
He grumbled that Kaisent could have just woken him, instead of only leaving alarm magic out of supposed consideration for someone under a curse. But even as he complained, a smile touched his lips, and goodwill toward the small, cute, yet admirable Kaisent was growing thick and fast.
Just yesterday the secret between Kaisent and Lillian that he wasn't privy to had left him displeased—but that discomfort had long since vanished. The bigger problem was that Fredrick believed this was his own will, and felt not the slightest strangeness about it.
Though my body does feel a bit more sensitive. And there's this weird itch between my legs...
Just as Kaisent had planned, Fredrick failed to notice that his body and mind were changing. Sex was sex, but non-penetrative acts had that much weaker an effect. Completely unaware that he was being trained by Kaisent, Fredrick returned to guarding the wagons in a posture somehow more demure than before.
Useless fool. Can't even handle something that simple.
At the dimensional boundary, Nozgna—still reinforcing the dimensional walls that kept being pierced, alongside the other gods—cursed the follower who had failed to place even a simple curse on the brat of that insolent Transcendent.
The idiot follower who had reached Nozgna's divine domain begged through every torment to simply have his soul annihilated. Nozgna had no intention of granting that fool a clean end.
Still, I learned a method of sending power to the surface world without the other gods noticing.
Gods could only exist as gods by protecting this planet, so this time everyone had agreed to pool their strength and reinforce the thinned dimensional walls. Nozgna was no exception—yet something still rankled him.
They also had to coordinate with gods of other worlds whose followers had fallen into this realm as the walls thinned. Most such talks ended amicably; occasionally they led to clashes or ugly atmospheres. The Transcendent from another world who learned his child had fallen here belonged to the latter category.
At first he had seemed to respect this side's rules—but he kept sending items that would collapse the world's balance, and after repeatedly sending them back, murderous intent had erupted. Fortunately, after sending a belt with dimensional storage functions, he seemed to have cut his interest in this world. But for Nozgna, that day was unforgettable—because the Transcendent's killing intent had put the thought of death into his mind.
He, who lived eternally and was feared by countless beings, had felt fear of a Transcendent who had once been a mere mortal. Fear turned to rage, and Nozgna—who had never in his history practiced patience with anger—had fretted over how to vent it, then learned that one of his followers was fighting the mortal's brat.
One might say a god ought to have more self-control—but his divinity was destruction, chaos, and evil. Expecting patience from one who ruled such domains was the expecter's mistake.
If I issue a large-scale oracle, the other gods will notice. For now I'll watch the situation—and if one of my followers is near the brat, I'll send an oracle to that one alone.
He would show them what happened when a god was not given proper respect.