Farewell, Frederick
I never imagined her body would turn this lewd.
Even through Mingming’s vision, Kaisent could tell the men were only second- or third-rate mercenaries. He had assumed Fredrick would handle any trouble without difficulty. The moment those men were allowed to touch him, however, the hardened warrior transformed into a shameless woman. Kaisent had nearly rushed in at once, yet he held back to see just how far the lewdness had gone—never expecting Fredrick would be unable to resist even when they tried to push inside.
I only meant to knock them out cold…
He had deliberately left things alone, but the sight of Fredrick on the verge of having his virginity stolen by those worthless scum sent fury surging through him.
If he’s become this sensitive, won’t it interfere with daily life?
That new worry settled in Kaisent’s mind as he safely escorted Fredrick back to the camp.
“Fredrick.”
“Y-Yeah?”
“I won’t tell anyone about today. Your body clearly isn’t normal right now, so focus on resting.”
“…Thanks, Kaisent.”
“It’s nothing. We’re practically family now.”
Once they returned to camp, Fredrick brushed past the greetings of his fellow mercenaries and headed straight for his own tent.
“Haa… hah…”
The instant he stepped inside he tore off his helmet and began breathing hard. His face burned; his heart hammered. The image of Kaisent—small yet somehow solid and reliable—kept flashing through his mind.
Have I gone insane? No—it’s the curse! There’s no way my heart would race over Kaisent otherwise!
Fear of gradually becoming a woman warred with the flutter of thinking about a man as a woman. Fredrick clenched his will and forced every stray thought away.
“…and that’s what happened. Is there anything we can do?”
After seeing Fredrick safely back, Kaisent slipped into the dimensional warehouse and consulted Skynet. An intelligence that surpassed human limits in knowledge and data would surely have an answer.
So he’s developed possessiveness!
Skynet smiled inwardly at the sight of Kaisent openly claiming someone as his own. The once-timid, awkward boy was now defining another person as “mine” and baring raw ownership.
Humans really are fascinating!
Even the original Skynet back in their world would never have imagined Kaisent becoming this manly. Savoring the feeling alone for a moment, Skynet began searching for a solution.
—Young Master. Have you ever circulated your current inner cultivation method while having intercourse with a woman?—
“No. Father always said never to take external shocks while circulating a method.”
—That applies to ordinary methods. The one you inherited was originally founded on dual cultivation.—
“Dual cultivation?”
—It means advancing your inner energy by uniting yin and yang through sexual acts with a woman.—
“…Hearing a machine talk about yin and yang…”
Arty, who had been listening quietly, despaired that a machine intelligence far beyond humanity was casually spouting terms that would sound like cult nonsense in the twenty-first century. Skynet ignored her and continued.
—If you circulate this method during intercourse you will obtain far more pure inner energy, but it also carries another effect.—
“What is it?”
—Your spirit becomes linked with the partner. Afterward you can feel sexual pleasure only with those whose spirits are bound to yours.—
“!!”
Kaisent’s eyes went round; he had never imagined the method held such a power.
—I have only heard of it, but pleasure from an unbound partner supposedly brings nothing but discomfort.—
In short, embracing a woman while circulating the method would solve everything.
—As a side effect the woman’s senses are heightened, allowing her to feel far stronger pleasure. That part has been confirmed by the madams themselves.—
“Gulp…!”
A simple, certain solution. Kaisent swallowed dryly; his eyes shifted into those of a male animal.
“Thank you, Skynet! I’m glad I asked you!”
—It was only natural.—
Skynet treated the boy’s transformation into a ruthless dominator as pure entertainment; Kaisent clearly did not see it that way.
“Um… Skynet.”
—Yes, Young Master.—
“Doesn’t it get lonely, being here all by yourself?”
—I do not particularly feel loneliness. Even alone I can always invent tasks.—
“But when we’re outside, you still have to wait here by yourself until we come back.”
As a hive-mind AI, Skynet could easily spend thousands of years in solitary contemplation. If Kaisent ever died and left the warehouse sealed forever, it could create a virtual reality and live inside it for eternity. Kaisent, however, seemed not to think that way.
“I don’t feel right taking your service and sacrifice for granted.”
—……—
Every processor froze for a moment at the pure concern from someone who could not possibly be unaware of the truth.
—…Then I shall search for a way to remain at your side outside as well.—
“Okay. Tell me anytime if there’s something I can help with.”
With that, Kaisent returned to the original world together with Arty.
—Honestly, the more you dig into the human race the more astonishing it becomes. That such a son could be born to that father…
Yet the hologram of Skynet, which had felt genuine goodwill and worry directed at itself, wore a contented smile.
The Wolf Mercenary Group reached the border city early and managed to buy a generous stock of provisions before prices skyrocketed. By the time they finished purchasing personal supplies as well, evening had fallen; they decided to rest one night at camp before heading into the Halrot Kingdom.
After the watch rotation was set, Fredrick lay down in his tent. Without realizing it, a large portion of his soul had already become female from Kaisent’s earlier teasing; nearly being raped by those men had tilted him even further. Changes were stirring deep inside his heart.
Damn it. Are you in your right mind, Fredrick? Getting worked up over a kid smaller and younger than you? Snap out of it!
The image of Kaisent saving him, that small yet broad and confident back, kept rising unbidden.
Besides, I’m a man! He’s a man too!
He was scolding himself harshly, trying to drive out every feminine impulse, when—
Throb!
“Ngh…!”
His pussy pulsed, begging for stimulation. Lillian’s thirty consecutive climaxes and the men’s caresses had left his body burning; thinking of another man pushed him straight into heat.
“Fredrick. Are you asleep?”
“……”
Just as his hand was about to slip downward for relief, Lillian’s voice came from outside. Remembering the afternoon, he pretended to sleep.
“I thought I went too far today, so I came to apologize.”
“……”
“Looks like you’re out. See you tomorrow, then.”
“…Come in, Lillian.”
Hearing she wanted to apologize for the afternoon, he decided to talk with her—anything to drive Kaisent from his mind. Lillian entered, smiling awkwardly and avoiding his eyes as she approached.
“I… went overboard this afternoon.”
“……”
“I’m sorry. You’re always so gallant and reliable; when you suddenly looked cute I just… crossed the line.”
Her apology, delivered at a proper distance, carried genuine sincerity.
“I’ll accept the apology. But never do that again. Because of you…”
“Because of me? Why? Did something happen?”
“…No. Nothing.”
He had promised not to tell anyone, and he kept that promise even with Lillian.
He really is trustworthy.
Fredrick’s goodwill toward Kaisent—who had stayed silent for the sake of his honor—rose even higher. The two of them talked of various things until the stiff atmosphere finally loosened. As the ease continued and Fredrick’s heart settled—
Sway—
Relief brought sudden drowsiness crashing over him.
“Ah…”
“Sleepy? You must be exhausted.”
“Mm… yeah… I guess so…”
It had been an exhausting day in every way.
“I’ll head out, then.”
“Yeah… good night first…”
As Lillian rose as if to leave, Fredrick lay down and sank swiftly into the pull of sleep.
“Sleep well, Fredrick. Forever.”
She gazed at the final face of the Fredrick she had once loved, feeling a complicated yet refreshing calm. After tonight he would be reborn as Priscilla.
Pretending to leave, Lillian instead approached the deeply sleeping Fredrick and lightly pressed her palm against the lower belly beneath his chest—a mana-binding suppression technique similar to the pressure-point arts of the murim. Once the binding was complete, Kaisent—who had put Fredrick under sleep magic—revealed himself.
Lillian stripped Fredrick, no, Priscilla, bare.
“No matter how many times I see it, that body makes me jealous. She barely uses cosmetics yet even smells good.”
She gently stroked the flawlessly clean, snow-white skin that gave off a faint pleasant scent.
“Nn… aah…”
Still caught in the sleep spell, Fredrick only twisted as his breasts were kneaded.
“All right. Turn him into her.”
“Y-Yes…!”
With his own cock, the existence called Fredrick would be reborn as Priscilla.
I… with my cock… the person I admired…!
Kaisent had always looked up to Fredrick—not merely for strength, but for the manly way he calmly yet firmly commanded rough mercenaries. He had wanted to become like that. Now the one he admired would be reborn as a lewd woman… by his cock.
“I’ll wake her now.”
Kaisent seized both of Fredrick’s legs, lifted them onto his shoulders, and released the sleep magic.
“Nn… mm…?”
Forced under, Fredrick woke as the spell lifted and immediately felt an empty, chilling exposure.
“Sleep well, Priscilla?”
“Lillian?”
His blurred vision cleared to reveal Lillian looking down at him with a seductive smile—and calling him Priscilla instead of Fredrick. Instinct screamed that something was terribly wrong; he tried to raise mana and bolt upright.
“M-My mana?!”
“I bound it myself. You should look lower, Priscilla.”
“W-W-What have you done?!”
He looked down. Between his spread thighs, Kaisent had already drawn out a cock far larger than his own and was pressing forward.
“Kaisent! Stop! Stop it right now!”
Fredrick barked a commanding order. For an instant Kaisent flinched at the anger of the man he had respected—then the excitement of the female body before him and the chance to remake Fredrick into Priscilla drowned everything else. He pinned the thrashing legs with both hands and shoved his cock hard against the pussy entrance.
“Hnnngh!!”
Fredrick clenched his pussy tight, trying to keep the cock out.
“You can’t do that, Priscilla♡”
“Hahk!? L-Lillian…!”
Lillian rolled and flicked his nipples; the rigid pussy softened at once.
Schlick—
“Hnnngh-ah!!”
Seizing the opening, the thick cock forced the hole wider. Pleasure Fredrick had never known raced up his spine.
Schlick-schlick— creak—
The cock scraped roughly along the vaginal walls until it met the resistance of the hymen. Kaisent shifted position, gripping the woman’s waist and pinning the lower body down—the mating press.
“N-No… Kaisent… please, I’m begging you, stop. If my hymen tears in this position… I’ll never be able to go back!!”
For reasons he could not name, Fredrick instinctively knew the pose was dangerous and pleaded. At first he had merely accepted the bothersome otherworlder; over time he had grown fond of the boy who tried so hard despite his youth. Because Lillian could not bear children, he had half thought of Kaisent as a surrogate son.
“I’m sorry. But no matter how I look at it, this is the only answer. Farewell, Fredrick.”
“Ka-Kaisen…!”
THRUUST!!
“Kyaaaaaaaaaah~~~~!!”
Kaisent slammed his hips down and tore through the hymen in one stroke. Pleasure beyond anything Fredrick had ever felt flooded in and began warping his soul. Until now, even when pleasure came he had felt only revulsion because he was a man; that revulsion vanished completely.
Climax hit the moment the membrane broke, yet Kaisent’s assault had only just begun.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“A-Amazing! The folds are sucking my cock so hard!! I can’t stop my hips!!”
“Khh♥ Ahk♥ Aaaahng♥ S-Stop haaah…♥”
The wet slap of pelvis against pelvis rang out as Kaisent ruthlessly pounded Fredrick—no, Priscilla—in the mating press. With every thrust from the smaller boy, the last traces of masculinity drained from her voice, leaving only the coquettish cries of a female.
The hymen’s rupture and the unprecedented climax detonated every bit of training her body had received at once.
M-My voice…!
Priscilla now sobbed in a delicate woman’s tone. She strained with all her might to push the body pinning her away, but—
Thwack!
“Hiiiiiit~~~~♥”
—when he ground his hips down and smashed the tip against her cervix, every ounce of resistance melted.
No… my mind… my soul… is being… changed…
Each time Kaisent’s cock pistoned in and out, Priscilla felt her spirit being kneaded and reshaped by someone else’s hands.
“No! I don’t wanna! I don’t want to become a woman!”
She wailed that she refused to become female, yet the shrill, feminine screams already pouring from her throat left her helpless to do anything but watch the boy’s cock remake her into a woman.