Chapter 325: Female Transformation Interlude (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 325: Female Transformation Interlude (2)
The slaves explored Rami’s female body one by one.
They touched her here and there, groping and kneading.
All the slaves possessed flawless, statuesque bodies, without a single imperfection. For that reason, when they looked at each other, their only thought was usually, Not as good as me.
But looking at Rami’s body, a feeling they had never felt before began to sprout.
Part of it was the novelty of him changing from a man into a woman, but the bigger reason was simply that it was Rami.
It was enough for the word “Possible!” to take root in the minds of those who had never had the slightest interest in the same sex.
“Everyone, could you please stop touching me now?”
The tactile exploration finally ended when Rami’s body was covered in handprints.
After tending to Rami’s hair, Mirabelle led him out of the bathroom. She dried him instantly with magic.
Now, it was time to get dressed.
“Master, please wear this.”
Mirabelle conjured a maid outfit and gave it to Rami. There was a long one and a short one, like her own.
She meant for him to choose whichever he preferred. Rami was about to pick the long one without much thought when—
“Just a moment, Miss Mirabelle. Why are you trying to dress the Master in such clothes?”
Narsha reached out an arm, stopping Rami.
Mirabelle tilted her head.
“Such clothes? It’s just a normal maid outfit.”
“I’m not asking whether it’s normal or not. I’m taking issue with the very idea of putting the Master in a maid outfit.”
“What’s wrong with the Master wearing a maid outfit? I’ve seen it for a while now, and it suits him incredibly well. There’s no problem at all.”
“No. Back then, he had to wear it for the slave experience, but not anymore.”
Rami was the master of all slaves, a being greater than any god.
Narsha argued passionately that she couldn’t let him wear a plain maid outfit fit for a mere servant.
“Master, you should wear a dress. A dress would suit you far better. As for the color, perhaps black with silver embroidery…”
“Is there a reason it must be a dress?”
Just as Narsha was seriously pondering, Elize interjected.
“Any clothes would suit the Master. But among them, there must be an outfit that is particularly fitting. For example, our Order’s nun habit.”
The nun habit of the Order of Balance was a tasteful blend of white and black.
Black and white were characteristically neat and understated. They would complement Rami’s black hair and eyes perfectly.
—It was a plausible opinion, but one heavily laced with Elize’s personal desires.
“Do you not understand that the Master is the Master? A person must wear attire befitting their station. A dress is the only clothing that can express the Master’s dignity.”
“It’s only for a little while before he changes back, so why does dignity matter? As long as it’s pleasing to our eyes, that’s enough.”
“Th-Then a maid outfit should be fine, too, right? It’s black and white, just like the nun habit!”
“It would only be pleasing to your eyes, Saintess. And as I’ve said several times, a maid outfit is not acceptable. If he wears something like a maid outfit, the servants might look down on the Master.”
“Don’t call it ‘something like a maid outfit’! It’s their battle uniform, filled with the pride of maids!”
The three of them launched into a noisy, heated debate over a single piece of clothing.
It felt like being dragged along on a woman’s shopping trip.
Already physically and mentally exhausted, Rami sighed. Azyeth gently tapped his shoulder.
“What is it?”
“Clothes. For Rami.”
A set of pure white pajamas.
That was all.
And it was exactly what Rami needed right now. He accepted them without refusal and put them on immediately.
It was cozy yet pleasantly cool, like hugging a chilled pillow. The feel of the fabric was excellent. On top of that, it carried a faint, pleasant scent.
“Why pajamas?”
“The ones… I wore. A gift for Rami.”
Azyeth’s pajamas.
For some reason, they felt even more comfortable.
“Thank you. I’ll wear them well.”
“Mhm.”
Azyeth nodded in satisfaction. Three of them had fought, but she was the one who had reaped the reward.
*
A deep sleep in a soft bed.
It was what Rami needed most these days. The beds in the maids’ quarters were worn and far from soft.
Nothing relieved fatigue like sleeping in a familiar environment.
He would have greeted the morning feeling refreshed for the first time in a long while.
Under normal circumstances, that is.
A strange sensation forcibly awakened Rami from his deep slumber.
A peculiar pain echoed from somewhere in his lower abdomen.
It was a type of pain he had never felt before, as if a firm hand were gently twisting him from the inside.
It wasn’t sharp, but a heavy, persistent ache began to spread through his lower back.
And…
A lukewarm feeling seeped out from between his legs.
Thinking it was a nightmare, Rami tried to endure it, but he quickly threw off the covers, sat up, and looked down at his pajamas.
A bright red stain was spreading across the white fabric.
“Ah?”
For a moment, he thought he heard his heart drop with a thump.
This… no way, is it… that?
He had become a woman, but was his new body really this realistic?
Just as Rami was panicking at the unprecedented biological phenomenon, the door opened and Mirabelle entered cautiously. Her eyes met Rami’s, who had just woken up.
“Oh? Master, you’re awake?”
“Mirabeeelle…”
“…?”
It was the first time she had seen Rami on the verge of tears. As he looked down with trembling eyes, Mirabelle’s gaze followed.
Then she saw the red stain.
Mirabelle’s eyes widened for a moment, then she broke into a bright smile.
“You’ve gotten your period! Congratulations!”
“Is this something to celebrate?”
“Of course. It’s proof that you’ve become a true woman, Master.”
“It’s not like I’m going to live as a woman forever. Do I really need such proof?”
“All of your slaves are women, Master. Just as you must know your opponent to treat them well, experiencing this yourself will be a great help in caring for your slaves.”
Put that way, it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.
A man, who could never know what a period felt like, was often at a loss when his partner was on hers.
Knowing what it was like would certainly be helpful.
In that respect, this was the absolute worst. There was a reason menstrual leave existed, but not one for wet dreams.
He never wanted to experience this again.
With Mirabelle’s help, he washed up and changed into clean clothes.
“These clothes are stained with blood, so we’ll have to throw them away. They won’t come out completely clean even if we wash them.”
“But they were a gift from Azyeth…”
“Hmm, if it’s a gift, then we can’t just throw it away.”
Mirabelle, who never used magic for chores, made an exception when her master asked.
She used magic to wash the pajamas until they were spotless. She then folded them neatly so they would be ready to wear that night.
“Please use magic to reduce the pain, too. No, just make this whole thing go away.”
“Hmm…”
“Why are you hesitating?”
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It would be a shame to end it just like that. Please try living like this for just one day. It’s all for your growth, Master.”
“…”
This wasn’t the kind of growth he wanted. But he had just been scolded yesterday for being an inconsistent master. He had no choice but to listen to Mirabelle.
Rami reluctantly began his day in his uncomfortable state. Rin, with her sensitive nose, immediately noticed the change in his body.
“Master, are you on your period?”
“Hey, what kind of way is that to talk to the Master? ‘Are you on your period?’”
“But it’s true! I can smell blood coming from Master’s… here.”
Rin put her nose to Rami’s lower body and sniffed.
“What, for real? Darling, are you really on your period?”
“…”
Rami fell silent.
An indescribable shame washed over him.
He felt he wouldn’t be this embarrassed even if he walked naked down the street.
Even though they were all women now, for him, a former man, this topic was too high a hurdle to overcome.
Then came Rin’s finishing blow.
“By the way, Master. Since this is your first time, should we call it your menarche?”
“………What?”
…Did I hear that right?
What did she say? What came?
“Plus, this means Master’s body is now capable of getting pregnant, right?”
“Rin?”
“Rami, you’re so lewd…”
Azyeth covered her face with both hands, her gaze peeking through her fingers.
Coming from her, it wasn’t a joke but a sincere comment, which only made him feel more unsettled.
Unable to bear it any longer, Rami said with frayed nerves, “It’s something you all go through. Why are you only doing this to me?”
“Like you said, it’s normal for us, but it’s your first time, darling. Besides, it’s fun to tease you. I’ve never seen you blush like this before.”
“You shouldn’t tease someone about biological functions. Stop it. I’m going to get angry.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll stop,” Alfia replied with a playful smile. Azyeth, too, covered her mouth and giggled.
His body was already exhausted, and now he was being sexually harassed. His mind was in tatters.
“What is everyone doing here?”
The person who appeared amidst the chaos was Elize. She had just returned from morning mass at the cathedral.
“Well, you see~ Darling, today—”
“Hm? What’s that delicious smell?”
The moment Elize uttered those words, everyone froze. They all stared at her with wide eyes.
Goosebumps erupted all over Rami’s body, and he gasped.
“Why is everyone looking at me like that?”
“It’s nothing. Hoo, hoo… I’m tired. I’m going to go now. I think I need to rest.”
“R-Right. Master, go on. As quickly as you can.”
“I-I’ll escort you.”
With Mirabelle’s help, Rami scurried down the hall and disappeared.
Unaware of why they were acting so strangely, Elize tilted her head in confusion.
She sniffed the air, where a faint scent lingered.
“I’m sure I smelled blood…”
Though she didn’t have the sensitive nose of a beastkin, Elize was more perceptive than any of them when it came to a certain scent.
The scent of blood.
What she had smelled was the scent of Rami’s blood, the most delicious in the world.
However, it was much richer and more pungent than before. It was a scent that might have been grating to a beastkin, but for Elize the vampire, it was perfectly to her taste.
Meanwhile, Azyeth squinted at Elize as if looking at a witch from a fairy tale, and Alfia was horrified.
“That crazy bitch.”