My Personhood, Stolen by a Degenerate Pussy♡♡
I only tore myself free of that degenerate pussy's grip and got my reason back in the gray hour just before morning, when the pitch-black sky was slowly bleeding into light and dawn was about to break. I had no idea how many times I'd come. The sheets were soaked through with the obscene nectar that lewd hole had fired off, one gush after another.
I stared up at the ceiling with empty eyes. Out of nowhere, my friend Kim Mo came to mind. If that bastard saw me like this, what the hell would he even say?
Obvious, really.
"See? Fuck. Heh heh, what'd I tell you? Girls like the nasty stuff too, I'm telling you. Anyway, you gonna let me have a turn? We're ride-or-dies, aren't we~?"
He'd preen about being right, and since I'd turned into a TS pretty-girl, he'd have begged me to let him hit it once. Fucking asshole. Pig of a bastard...
If he'd just kept nagging me to try one bite, and I'd at least sampled the damn game, I never would have ended up in a mess this deep.
Among everything I'd been through so far, there was one thing I still couldn't make sense of. My body — and the way my head worked now.
Once I had my reason back and thought it through, I landed on a single conclusion. Astonishingly, the moment I slipped even a little into a lewd feeling, the lust switch flipped, and I turned into a horny female — a degenerate slut who thought with her pussy.
......
No. I should stop thinking words like obscene, and horny, and pervert, and pussy. If the switch flipped again, I'd be screwed, right? Morning was almost here? And I hadn't slept a wink...
Why had I ended up like this? Just because I'd turned into a woman...? Were women always this insanely oversexed to begin with?
No. No way. If they were, Northeast Asia's birth rates wouldn't all be holding hands and cheerfully face-planting into the zero-point range together. If every woman's sex drive matched mine right now, forget population decline — society would be drowning in a surplus and losing its mind.
So. Let's try another hypothesis.
Hypothesis 1: this body I'd possessed — Saintess Ilien's body — had been a sex-crazed, obscene pervert from the start.
Huh. That might actually be it.
I remembered the parade of H-scenes plastered all over the game gallery, glimpsed on my friend's monitor. Blas, that bastard, had looked at the original Ilien and gone on about "the noble Saintess" this and that. But the ones who get called noble are usually anything but, nine times out of ten. Hell, skim a few works with that cheap, trashy flavor and "noble" starts reading as "slutty" more often than not, doesn't it?! A morals officer who's the biggest public nuisance of them all... that sort of thing.
Y-yeah, it wasn't my fault after all! This body was the problem! Ilien's lewd, slutty body was the problem...!!
Well, of course. Even TS'd, I was a man, right? No way the guy I used to be was secretly a genius at being female!
Yeah, yeah... I did nothing wrong. I didn't do a single thing wrong...!!
But Saintess Ilien. She might actually be getting slandered by me right now, just as wronged as I felt.
There was a second hypothesis worth considering.
That old fossil from the Church, the Archbishop. He'd said something about me receiving the Blessing of the Goddess of Lust...
I bore the Blessing of the Goddess of Lust. The Archbishop had cited that as his reason and thrown me straight out of the Church. At the time I'd written it off as bullshit. But what if the words were true?
Of course I'd never met any Goddess of Lust or whatever — I had no memory of her at all. But if she was some higher being people called a god, and she'd used some power to rewrite my entire disposition from the ground up?
Nothing was more frightening than that. What kind of blessing was this? It was a curse, plain and simple.
For the moment, I wiped the worry out of my head. The backlash from not sleeping all this time had finally sent a late wave of drowsiness crashing over me. Whatever the case, I'd been dropped into a game I barely knew anything about, possessing the body of a frail woman. There was nothing I could do right now...
I thought the blessing was a curse. But maybe... it was actually a blessing.
The path I'd chosen for the moment was becoming Blas's toy and buying myself some comfort. I might need something to erase the shame of being treated like a plaything.
So...
...
...
A soul trapped in a woman's body, with no idea why, stopped thinking and sank into a sleep that had come too late. A short rest — the only kind granted to her.
"I've come to wake you. Please rise, Lady Ilien."
"Nnngh...?"
"Morning is long past. It's nearly noon, you know?"
Word that the sun was already high overhead rang in my ear while I slept. From beyond the bed, an unfamiliar woman's voice reached me. For the sake of whoever was trying to wake me, I shook off the dregs of sleep and hauled my stiff, aching body upright. Rubbing my eyes, I turned my head toward the voice.
A woman with chestnut hair in a maid's uniform was looking this way, her face pinched in a frown. And then she began to scold me for rising so late from bed.
"For someone who was a saintess, you're remarkably indolent. The sun is high overhead."
"Haaahm, nngh... Um, who are you?"
"I am Ruti, one of the servants of this estate. Our young master asked me to attend to Lady Ilien, so I've come."
"I-I see..."
"Before I attend you, allow me one remark. Kindly understand that this estate's soundproofing is not particularly good."
"...Pardon?"
The woman who had named herself Ruti pointed at something with her index finger. What she indicated was the blanket, blotched and stained because I'd put on a fountain show in the middle of the night. I sat there for a few seconds with a sleep-fogged head, and then I understood what she was trying to say. My face went scarlet.
"The female staff had trouble sleeping from the noise as well, but the male staff in particular looked thoroughly exhausted."
"Ah, uh, e... Th-that's..."
"There was also the matter of you strutting naked down the corridor last night. Naturally, the gentlemen would have found sleep rather difficult."
"I-I'm sorryyy..."
"Hmph... So you still have enough of a conscience left to feel remorse."
"Uuu..."
"But reflect harder! People like you are exactly why men end up with bizarre fantasies about women, aren't they?!"
Ugh. An utterly correct point, with no room for rebuttal. I mean, picture a crazy woman masturbating and wailing ahn, ahn all night long... Any man alive would lose sleep, yes... I listened to her, then hung my head. Technically, of course, it absolutely wasn't my fault — the problem was this weird body that lost all self-control the moment the switch flipped. But getting called out and feeling mortified? There was no helping that.
"At any rate, now that you're up, I'll assist with your bath and a change of clothes."
"Ah, yes..."
Following Ruti's lead, I headed for the bath with her. Was this what you got in a rich house on the scale of a ducal estate? The bath, too, was lavish beyond belief. Warm water poured automatically, gushing into a vast stone tub, and the room around it was dressed in all sorts of ornamental wood. I lowered myself carefully into the hot water, steam curling up in soft wisps. A pleasant warmth spread through my whole body.
"Hnnngh..."
Pleasant enough, in fact, that a moan slipped out of my mouth on its own. Then, while I was steeping in the hot bath, something touched the skin at my shoulder. A hand. A soft woman's hand. Ruti's hand — she had come into the bath with me to attend me. Her soft fingers began to wind over the skin of my back and shoulders in a strangely intimate stroke.
"E-eh, aah...! Wait a moment, what are you doing right now?!"
"What does it look like? I'm attending your bath."
"Eh, aah... B-but I can do it myself!"
"Does merely soaking in hot water count as a bath? You have to scrub the body and strip the filth off."
"Th-that's why I'm saying I can do it alone..., ah♡"
"If you could manage an entire bath by yourself, why would anyone need someone to scrub their back? Now, show me your back. Your back..."
The stroke of Ruti's hand moved on from my shoulders and began to sweep, little by little, down my lower back and over my backside.
Ah, aah...♡ Wait, nooo... Skin this sensitive from the warm water, being touched by someone else...
The switch flipped again. The female switch flipped agaaain!!
"Ah, nnh, aah...♡ Stop, pleeease sthoppp..."
"...? What is that excessively lewd face and way of speaking... You make it sound as if I'm doing something wicked."
"But it feelsh, it feelsh sho good, ah, hii..."
"......"
Face burning, I curled in on myself and begged Ruti. Please, just stop. At that request she put on a sullen look — and then, all at once, she started groping at my chest.
"Hahii...?! Wh-what are you doiiing?! Stop, I said stoppp...!! Hnnk!"
"Hmm. Congenital Hypersensitivity, or something of the sort? So this is the reaction you used to seduce our young master?"
"Ah, hii...♡ It's not, it's not like thaaat...!!"
"It feels good, you say? Then since it feels good anyway, I'll make it feel even better!!!"
Both of Ruti's hands pinched my pink areolae.
Ah, nooo... that spot's sensitive! As sensitive as my pussy...!! Stop! Stooop!! Haaah, I'm coming! I'm coming!!! I turned into a female, and I'm coming from a female...!!!!!
"Hhk, nnggh... hnnk...!!♡"
"Hm...? Don't tell me you came just from a little pinch?"
"Hweee...♡"
"...Tsk."
I came. I came so nicely♡. Only because I was submerged did it not show. Miss Pussy had squirted out her feel-good water, pssh, pssh. Ruti looked at me — owner of that shameless trash of a pussy — with open disgust, then declared that the bath service ended here.
"Tch. I've finished your back, so wash the rest yourself, adequately, and come out. I still have to help you change."
"Hweh... You're not going to make the good feeling happen anymore...?"
"Ha! You think I did that for your pleasure?! You told me not to, so I felt like doing it. I wanted you to feel awful!"
"U-uuu..."
"And you came...? From having your areolae pinched a little? Ha. Vulgar beyond words."
"Sorry, I'm shorryyy..."
"That infuriating way you twist your tongue... Ha. I'm tired of even arguing with you. I'll go on ahead."
"Uuut..."
"When you finish bathing, come out to the changing room and ring the bell. I'll help you change. That is all."
With those last words, Ruti left the bathroom first and vacated the room. The way she had pinched my nipples tight...♡ had apparently been some new breed of bullying. But this degenerate, genius-at-being-female body sublimated every kind of torment into pleasure, so the bullying did nothing and only made her angry. I was ashamed.
"Uuut... I'm shorry, I'm shorry! I'm shorry for being such a filthy pervert who feels it even when I'm bullied...♡"
After Ruti left, I poured out a heartfelt apology to her and, there in the bath, performed ten thousand apologetic pussy-rubs of contrition.
...
...
By the time I came back to myself — what the hell am I even doing — I had been in the water so long my skin was swollen and waterlogged. I got out afterward, and when I rang the bell in the changing room for a change of clothes, Ruti returned wearing that same look of disgust and scolded me.
"I told you to wash adequately and come out. How many hours were you in there?"
I'll say it as many times as it takes: I was truly ashamed. Anyway, all of this was the degenerate pussy's fault. It wasn't mine.