Chapter 324: Female Transformation Interlude (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 324: Female Transformation Interlude (1)
After the party comes the cleanup.
The battle between powerhouses rivaling transcendents had left the duchy utterly devastated.
Buildings were burned, roads had collapsed, and a great number of people were injured. Fortunately, a Saint and a descendant of angels were present.
A white magic circle covered the skies of the duchy, and a large-scale blessing healed the wounded. As a bonus, it also saved those who were sick or on the verge of death.
Mirabelle repaired the broken buildings. They were restored to pristine condition, as if nothing had ever happened. But of course, something had happened.
They had to pay the price for daring to take the Slave Reaper hostage and threaten her.
The lord of the territory, a duke no less, along with his wife, children, and vassals, were all kneeling without exception.
Before them, Rami—who had changed from a tattered maid’s uniform into neat women's clothes—strolled about with her hands clasped behind her back.
No one dared to resist. Fortunately, there was no one brave—no, reckless—enough to fight back after witnessing such a battle.
In particular, those who had tormented Rami trembled like aspen leaves, as if pricked by their own guilty consciences.
“Hmm, what should I do about this?”
Rami contemplated their punishment.
There might have been room for leniency when they were ignorant, but their actions after learning she was the Slave Reaper were unforgivable.
Not only had they dared to use violence against her, but they had even threatened the slaves. Any punishment would have been justified.
However, retaliating with violence didn't suit Rami's personality. She preferred to tease and torment.
“Narsha, any ideas?”
“The House of Duke Laurentius manages a salt mine. I think it would be good to take that.”
“Excellent. A salt mine. Anything else?”
“If it's something the Master would be interested in, it would have to be the slaves. There must be many people forced into labor.”
“Then let's take them with us as well. Of course, only those who want to come.”
Rami picked what she wanted as if putting items in a shopping cart.
The duke, unable to watch any longer, squeezed out his desperate courage.
“If you take all that, what are we supposed to do!”
“It'll be easier if you think of it this way: you lost a war and were on the brink of ruin, but you got off with just a mine and some slaves. Hmm, but now that I say it out loud, that sounds too merciful. Should I take more?”
Only after she had added a few more items to her shopping basket did the shopping finally end.
It was about time to return to the merchant group.
Rami’s eyes met with the Laurentius siblings, who were staring at her. She wanted to say a personal word to them as well.
She pondered what to say, and then a smile formed on her lips as if a good idea had come to mind. She approached them and whispered in a sweet voice.
“I had a lot of fun. It was a short time, but I'll never forget it. I hope I'll remain in your memories as well.”
“Rami, I still…!”
“Oh, by the way.”
Rami smiled gently.
“I'm actually a man.”
“…What?”
You were charmed by a man. You'll remember this for the rest of your lives, until the day you go to your graves.
Rami spun around and walked away. The slaves shook their heads as if they were fed up.
“Wow, did you see her expression just now? I think she's better at this than I am.”
“Those two can't take their eyes off the Master…!”
“It's a habit. A very bad habit of seducing everyone, regardless of age or gender. Miss Mirabelle, please don't ever become like that.”
If it weren't for the slaves, she would have been amicably stabbed by everyone in the world and sent to the afterlife long ago.
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They returned to the merchant group.
People's eyes widened when they saw the female Rami.
“Is that really the Master?”
“Seeing how the others follow her, it has to be.”
A maid looked at her with displeasure.
“Is this even allowed? Isn't this unfair?”
“I think I know what you're trying to say.”
“I mean, come on. To change from a man to a woman overnight, and to have that face and that style without even any makeup… does that even make sense?”
When Rami was a man, she was proud to serve such a master, but looking at the female Rami, a deep-seated jealousy welled up inside her.
“Am I the only one who thinks so, Sister Naredi?”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“…Sigh, I shouldn't have even asked. You're a witch, after all. You'll never be able to empathize with the life of someone like me. It's obvious you seduced the Master with your looks, right?”
“Ahaha…”
Naredi laughed awkwardly. She couldn't deny it.
The fact that Naredi was a witch was an open secret here. To think a day would come when an ordinary person would envy the life of a witch.
In the past, this would have been unimaginable.
She looked at Rami, who had brought about this reality.
“It does suit her well.”
But still, I prefer him as a man.
“Master, you must be tired. Why don't you take a bath first?”
“Should I?”
“Hah, Rin needs to wash up too. It's humid and my tails feel sticky. It's a pain having nine of them.”
“Then let's meet again after we've all washed up and are feeling refreshed.”
As Rami was about to leave, Azyeth grabbed her.
“Rami… bathe with us.”
Alfia nodded too.
“That's right. It didn't matter if we bathed together before, but now you're even a woman, right? Is there any need to bathe separately?”
“Well, you're not wrong, but…”
“But?”
Rami crossed her arms, covering her chest, and twisted her body slightly.
“Showing my naked body is a bit… embarrassing. I'm still not used to this body, so showing it to others is…”
“…”
“So, let's bathe separately… Everyone?”
The slaves joined forces, pulling Rami's arms and pushing her from behind.
Their strength was considerable.
She was definitely walking, but so fast her feet were a blur.
A frightening momentum.
The flustered Rami asked questions, but there was no reply. Their gazes were fixed straight ahead.
Destination: the bathhouse.
With one heart and one mind.
They arrived in an instant. In a flash, they stripped off their own clothes and then Rami's.
The hands of the slaves, united by a common goal, moved smoothly and without hesitation, as if they had practiced for a long time.
They were panting with excitement, breathing heavily. The beautiful girls were gone, replaced by lecherous old men wearing the masks of beautiful girls.
Rami felt her chastity was in danger, much like that time with Alberic.
“Everyone?”
“Don't resist. That's an order. You haven't forgotten your promise, have you?”
They couldn't tolerate that others had been Rami's master. That impurity had to be cleansed.
They also wanted to experience life with the female Rami. They wanted to know more about their master as a woman.
For those reasons, she had promised to live as a woman for a few more days and grant the slaves' requests.
Inevitably, Rami had to forge a naked bond with her slaves.
“Ehehehehe.”
Elize scanned Rami's body with a blatant gaze, staring intently as if to burn the image onto her retinas. A strange sound escaped from her grinning mouth.
“Elize, that's creepy.”
“It's your fault for having such a beautiful body, Master. Now I finally understand why men are so desperate to see a woman's body.”
“Rin doesn't like it.”
“Why? She's just beautiful.”
“If Master is a woman, I can't suck his essence. Give him his dick back. Or at least just give him a dick.”
“Sigh, you crazy bitch.”
Alfia shook her head.
Narsha gently submerged herself in the bath and spoke.
“You should wear the headband. You never know, right? Milk might come out of those huge breasts. Master the milk cow. Doesn't that sound quite fitting?”
“I'd rather not.”
“…And yet you made me do it?”
Narsha's eyes flashed.
Rami immediately bowed her head.
Mirabelle, who found this whole situation amusing, sat in Rami's lap facing her and giggled.
She buried her face between Rami's breasts and inhaled deeply.
“Master's body is so soft. And you smell stronger and better than before.”
“Even you have become a pervert, Mirabelle.”
“And you've become much shyer than before, haven't you?”
“They say the body is a vessel for the soul. The change in my body must have had an effect. Hormones, too, probably.”
Alfia shook her head.
“Aside from that, you yourself have changed. Before, you had this sly smile and felt like a suspicious person, but now you seem more like your true self.”
“I agree with that part. When I first met you, Master, you were like a third-rate villain, but now you've softened in many ways.”
Even Narsha chimed in.
On the other hand, the others tilted their heads in confusion.
“Rami is… the Rami I know?”
“The Master has always been like this, you idiots.”
“In that case, I suspect the change began around the time with Rin.”
“Hmm…”
Rami hummed thoughtfully, lost in thought. It wasn't that she had no idea what they were talking about.
Soul Synchronization.
The skill that helped her adapt to this world after possessing Karami's body.
It suppressed her emotions, adjusted her thoughts, and greatly influenced her actions. Because of that, she was often misunderstood no matter what she did. That was also why she got the nickname "Slave Reaper."
But now… it was as if, over time, her original soul and Karami's soul had blended in balance, and she no longer felt any sense of incongruity.
Words came out as she thought them, emotions flowed as she felt them, and her body moved as she wished.
Though I've already gotten used to the way I talk.
All's well that ends well. She had become closer to herself, not someone else.
Rami emerged from her reverie.
Finally unable to bear the sensation on her chest any longer, she spoke up.
“Um, Mirabelle?”
“Yes?”
“Could you please stop touching me?”
At some point, Mirabelle had started diligently kneading Rami's breasts with her small hands.
Deeply engrossed, she didn't stop fondling them even as she replied.
“It's legal because we're the same sex!”
Mirabelle had learned such strange logic from somewhere. Who on earth taught her this?
Was it me?
No way.
It must have been Naredi.
As her master, she had to provide a proper education here.
“Mirabelle, even if you're the same sex, touching someone without their consent is…”
“But you touch my cheeks, Master!”
“Those are cheeks, and these are breasts…”
“Shush, stay still!”
“Ugh…”
It seemed she was too late.