Dick-Tamed the Moment I Transmigrated
Suddenly, a violent pain between my legs snapped me out of sleep, and I blearily rubbed my eyes.
But when I opened my eyes toward the source of that pain and lifted my head, I found a bandit-looking middle-aged man, stripped bare from the waist up, violently rocking his hips against me.
He was someone I had never once seen in my life.
'...? What the hell is he doing?'
Desperately rebooting my groggy, just-woken brain, I followed the stranger's gaze down to where it ended.
There, I found a pussy.
The kind any man alive would take one look at and think, that was made to be pounded...
A plump, beautifully shaped little mound, with the faintest blush of pale pink showing through.
And that lewd scrap of flesh was gaping wide open, clenching down hard around something.
A cock. A man's dick.
A dick.
Layered flesh-to-flesh with my own body...
Hanging from the waist of a rough, bandit-ugly stranger I'd never seen before in my life — a man's club.
That thing was buried inside a pussy.
Inside my pussy.
"Ugh. Wh-wha... what is this...?"
"Heh heh, so you're awake. You feisty little bitch! 'I'll shatter my own soul before you lay a hand on me.' 'The only thing you'll ever take from me is my corpse.' Weren't those your exact words?!"
"Huh...?"
"All that dramatic posturing, and for what! Then again, that defiant streak of yours just makes it better...!! Take it, take it!"
The man drove his long shaft deeper into me.
Maybe that was why the pain flared.
The ache sliced through my groggy haze and left my head considerably clearer — and yet, I couldn't understand, at all, what was happening to me.
An ugly middle-aged man was on top of me, forcing himself inside, fucking me.
That much, of course, I understood perfectly well.
There was exactly one thing I couldn't understand...
My body was somehow, fundamentally wrong.
Two enormous mounds of fat clung to my ribcage, swaying with every movement.
And between my legs, 'that thing' — the one that was supposed to be there — was gone.
The only thing attached where it used to be was...
a pale-pink, obscenely lewd little pit, greedily sucking on the male organ I was supposed to have.
Even the voice spilling out of my mouth wasn't my own — it was some sweet, lilting woman's voice.
Something was seriously off here. My voice was supposed to be a little deeper than this, wasn't it?
What is this body? What the hell happened to me? No matter how I looked at it, this was a woman's body.
I was... a woman?
Why?
No. Wait, wait just a second... Let's just deal with the situation in front of me first.
"U-um... excuse me. What are you doing? Pull it out — please pull it out!"
"Kuk kuk kuk. Hey! You bitch. Have you ever, in your whole life, seen a bastard pull out just because some bitch asked him to?"
"Ugh, ugh, aagh!"
"If anything, the more you beg, the harder I want to pound you. You bitch! You're so fucking hot it's driving me insane!"
The man slammed the massive club dangling between his legs against me with brutal force.
The smack, smack of flesh colliding with flesh.
The hot, stinging burn spreading over my skin.
And above all — the agony, like my guts were being scooped out with a wooden stick.
"St-stop... stop it, please... It hurts, it hurts! I'm telling you it hurts... ugh..."
In a woman's voice I still hadn't gotten used to, I begged the man who was raping me...
Tears streaming down my face, pleading in earnest.
For him to please stop, that I was dying of the pain.
But the answer those pleas earned me was...
"Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch. Keep pissing me off and I'll kill you. Got it?"
"H-hiik..."
A threat soaked in killing intent.
The man's eyes smoldered with a menacing red glow.
Cowering before that gaze — so thick with genuine murderous intent —
I shut my mouth, and let him use my body. There was nothing else I could do.
...
But as time went on, something strange started to happen.
The man's hip movements were selfish, unmistakably so.
He cared only for his own pleasure,
violent, brutal motions with no regard whatsoever for the woman beneath him.
Which meant all I should have been feeling was pain. Nothing but pain...
'Why-yyy... why does it feel sho good♡ Some-, something's wrong with meee...♡'
A strange, tingling pleasure was slowly beginning to boil up in my lower belly.
Even the pained groans that had been spilling from my mouth...
were starting to overflow into the kind of shameless, syrupy moans you'd only ever hear in a porn video.
"Nn, ahh...♡ Wh-what... is this... nnh."
"Heh heh, there we go. The drug's finally kicking in, isn't it?"
"D-drug...?"
"Back when you were out cold, I fed you an aphrodisiac — just in case you woke back up, you see! Kkut, kheheh... Lucky thing, isn't it? Am I right?! Huh!!"
The man kept slamming his body against mine, again and again, between my thighs.
And my voice — drenched in unbearable pleasure, shrieking with naked lust — soon became...
"Uok, uoooook...!! Ugok?! Ook!"
"Hahat, look at you, you fucking bitch — howling like a beast now. And I'm supposed to show this sight to everyone, you know."
"Uhek! Uook! Uoooook...!!"
"Who'd ever guess this thing used to be called the Saintess?! Right?! Huh?!"
I had been reduced to something wailing without a single thread of reason — a beast's cry, nothing more.
But wait... Saint...ess?
That rapist had just muttered something, hadn't he? Something that felt like it should ring a bell...
But the question was promptly buried, swallowed deep into my unconscious.
Well — I mean, a storm of unbearable pleasure was currently tearing through my skull.
Like some drooling idiot, I couldn't form a single thought.
The only thing filling my brain, packed to the brim, was one single sentence.
'Feesh sho good...'
"Feelsh sho good, feelsh sho good, feelsh sho good...!! Uhek, more, more, more, pound me more...! U-, ok?! Nn, ugok, ooook...!!"
"Heh heh, you crazy bitch. The drug's hit you harder, but look at you — you've fallen completely?! Now then, out with it! What of this great Zaik do you want pounded into you!!"
"A c-co..."
"Huh?! Say it clearly, or I stop moving. Your choice?!"
"Your cock...!! Please pound me with your huge cock, Lord Zaik — cock, cock! Cockkk!!"
"Heh heh, and where...?!"
"In my pussy, in the deepest part of this feel-good hole... Uok!! Uuooook...!!"
"You fucking bitch — where'd you learn to talk so filthy?! There, a reward! I'll give your pussy a present! Take this great Zaik's seed-juice!"
Seed... juice?
That means semen, right? Hold on. Isn't that dangerous?
If he dumps that sticky fluid — the kind full of tadpoles — inside a woman's hole, doesn't she get pregnant?
There were things like fertile windows, menstrual cycles... I'm pretty sure those existed.
Nnh, I don't know. Don't know, don't know, I said I don't know...
But it feels good...
Don't stop.
Keep pounding me.
It's fine if you pump hot cum into my pussy, into my baby room, over and over... it's fine...
"Ah, ah, ahh, uok...!! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming...!!!"
"You shit — what a legendary pussy. Let me feel you squeeze? Nn, ugh! You fucking bitch! Here's a full load to start you off! Take it! Kuuuut...!!!!"
Hot, sticky liquid flooded my inner depths to the brim — and my pleasure peaked.
My toes curled.
I gulped at the air, panting like my breath had left me entirely.
My pupils blew wide, and my gaze drifted upward.
Tears and drool, smeared thick with pleasure, ran down every inch of my face.
And I could feel the milky fluid pooled inside my pussy trickling slowly down between my thighs.
"Huh? Would you look at that — there's blood mixed in. Shit, you were a virgin? Kkut... Well, you are the Saintess, appearances aside."
"Saint...ess?"
"Not that it matters. You're my pet cum-dumpster now. Hey. You fucking bitch."
Thwack — something swung hard against my cheek.
The thing hanging from the waist of that bandit-ugly man. His cock.
And even though he'd unquestionably just dumped a full, leisurely load deep inside my pussy...
the man's cock, knowing no satisfaction, still stood stiff and proud.
Stained with semen and blood, mind you.
Pressing a thing like that against a girl's cheek could only ever mean one thing.
"Suck it, you fucking bitch. Clean it."
"..."
Yes — that was exactly the thing I'd seen countless times in porn.
A cleanup blowjob.
I hesitated. No matter how you looked at it, I balked at taking genitals filthy with someone's fluids into my mouth.
But the man who'd forcibly fucked me was glaring daggers at me, eyes promising murder.
Kept up his threats, one after another...
And so I had no choice but to give him the answer he wanted.
Like this.
"Ye-yes sir...♡"
I don't know how many days have passed since then.
Not since I woke up in a woman's body without the faintest clue why.
After being violated by that brutish thug, my days settled into a fixed routine. I'd be fed drugs. We'd have sex. I'd come so many times I'd collapse as if I'd blacked out.
And when I came to, I'd be fed that nice, pleasant drug that turned me back into a fool...
And like that, I learned — one thing after another — all the new things a female needed to know.
Like how you must never let your teeth show when you're giving a blowjob. Or how a cleanup blowjob isn't just mouth — you're supposed to put your throat into it too and finish the job spotless.
And then, like this—
"Kuut — you fucking bitch, here comes my seed, I'm cumming!!!! Kuut..."
"Ahh, ah, ah! It feelsh sho good... W-waah...! Ah, ah! Aaahh...!! Ook! Ugh, ok..."
Like how, if you squeeze your legs tight around a man's hips while he's cumming, you can feel every last throb of him pulsing and spilling inside your pussy — and the pleasure lands that much harder.
"Kheheh. This bitch really is a genius of a female."
"Uhee, ehehe..."
"Now then — I don't need to tell you what comes next, do I?"
"Yesh...♡"
Those words were like a fixed ritual between us — Pavlov's dog and the dinner bell.
I pressed a soft little kiss to the head of the man's cock, then slowly took it into my mouth, and down into my throat.
And squeezing my throat nice and tight, I soothed the man's cock with aching tenderness.
"Uut! I tell you to clean it and you're trying to wring me dry again! Fine! You lewd little bitch — I'll give you one more load!"
"Mn, uut! Mn...!!"
The man seized a fistful of my hair and clamped me down hard, so I couldn't pull free of his crotch.
Ah.
Ah... I like this.
When a strong man shows a fragile woman the gap in their strength — forcing her down so she can't even resist — I like it so much...♡
Truth be told, these past few days hadn't been one unbroken drug-haze. Every time the high wore off and my senses returned, I fought back.
Tried to run.
But every single time, I got educated — on the great truth that a woman, once a cock is buried in her pussy, can't so much as squirm.
"Cumming, you fucking bitch! Swallow every last drop — don't you dare waste a single one!"
"Uup, ugh! Uuk! Heuup...!!"
Gulp, gulp — I felt the unpleasant, slippery weight of it sliding down past my throat.
"Nngh, kuut... urrp."
"Burping, are we, you bitch... There. Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Yesh, yeshir...♡"
With the sticky white fluid and the coarse hair from his crotch smeared around my lips, I beamed up at him, all sweetness, and said just that.
No — honestly, though? It tastes awful.
The drug, whatever else it does, can't rewrite my sense of taste.
But if I gulp his baby-juice down my throat like this... I always, without fail, get a reward.
So what choice do I have but to lie...
"Gib me the drug... the nice drug that makes my head go all floaty, hehe..."
"There you go, you fucking bitch. Your reward. Take it!"
"Uhehe..."
I stuck out my tongue, clouded milky-white at the edges, and accepted the round little pill he offered.
As long as I had this, I didn't have to think about anything. I could just be a fool.
Who I am. Why I suddenly became a woman. Who that man is — the one who made me into this.
All of it, all of it...
Unnecessary things. If I could just forget them all, and feel good...
But right in the middle of that thought—
Suddenly, from the darkness at the far end of the cave, a human voice rang out.
A man's voice.
"Iliene! Are you in there?! Answer me if you can hear me...!!"
"Hiik?! This lunatic... No way. He actually tracked down this place...?"
"That voice...?! So you're the depraved bastard who kidnapped Iliene!"
From beyond the darkness, footsteps came sprinting toward us, drawing closer and closer — and then a figure emerged, cleaving through the black into view.
Jet-black hair, blue eyes, an air of cool composure — a beautiful man anyone would have to admit was stunning.
That beautiful man's gaze landed on me — naked, legs spread wide, clinging to the ugly bandit bastard's cock — and stopped dead.
And moments later, I watched with my own eyes as the expression on that handsome face slowly twisted, curdling into something rotten.
"Good heavens... Iliene. What in the world is..."
"Heh, what? This great Zaik was just showing your dear Saintess what a real cock tastes like! Jealous?! Kuku, she can't even pull herself together, you see?"
"..."
"What's with that face, huh? All angry like that? Oh — don't tell me you're in love with the Saintess?! Puhaha! Well, too bad! You're not the one who took the Saintess's maidenhead! It was this great Zaik who—, kkeok?!"
And so, the words of the man who'd spent days tangled in my body never reached their end — they became his dying words, the final flourish of his life.
One sweep of the cool-type pretty boy's blade, and his head split clean open.
And watching that scene unfold, I thought:
...
...
Huh?
Wait... no way...
Is the good feeling... over now?