The Second Weekend (2)
“…Headmistress.”
When Parin told her to share whatever was troubling her, Gyeoul hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.
“Actually… there’s one thing that’s been making me anxious…”
She confessed her fear that she could no longer trust her own memories.
“…I see. I never imagined that was the worry weighing on you.”
“Pardon?”
Gyeoul asked without thinking. Parin’s words sounded as if she had expected her to be burdened by something else entirely.
“Fortunately, this is a question I can answer for you right away. There is nothing wrong with your memories.”
“R-really?”
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
“I just… I thought it would be the kind of problem that couldn’t be answered with a simple yes or no.”
“It isn’t. As someone who has been continuously casting hypnosis on you while monitoring for any abnormalities in your memory, I can say this with absolute certainty.”
Looking straight into Gyeoul’s eyes, Parin spoke firmly.
“You are exactly the person you remember yourself to be.”
“The individual known as Han Gyeoul was truly born in another world, and he truly experienced everything you remember. So please, do not be anxious.”
After saying that much, Parin blinked in confusion.
“Why… why are you crying?”
“Huh?”
Only then did Gyeoul realize that warm liquid was streaming from her eyes.
“Ah, ahaha… I guess I am?”
She wiped at her tears.
“Ever since I became a woman, my emotions have been getting… a little… i-i-intense sometimes… Hic… Huuu…”
Perhaps it was the rebound from her anxiety suddenly vanishing. Tears overflowed beyond Gyeoul’s control.
“Miss Gyeoul.”
Parin hesitated, but eventually wrapped her arms around her. She was careful not to press too closely against Gyeoul’s body. If she touched any of that impossibly soft flesh—especially the softest parts—there was a real chance the seal she had barely been maintaining lately would completely collapse.
An indescribably alluring scent rose from Gyeoul. As Parin gently stroked her back, she clenched her teeth tightly.
“If you’re not feeling well, we can postpone today’s examination—”
“N-no, I’m fine.”
Gyeoul sniffled and forced a bright smile.
“You’re doing this for me, aren’t you?”
Those words filled both Parin and Miel—who had been watching from behind—with guilt. The examination they were about to perform was indeed partly for Gyeoul’s sake… but it wasn’t solely for her.
“Then let’s finish this quickly.”
The examination that followed was far simpler than Gyeoul had expected. When they mentioned a health checkup, she had imagined stethoscopes, blood draws, and ultrasounds from her original world. Instead, Miel and Parin simply laid her down, placed their fingertips on various parts of her body, and murmured quietly.
“Manus dextra… blue.”
“Confirmed. Sinistra, blue.”
Parin’s fingers moved from the back of Gyeoul’s hand down to her thigh, while Miel’s traveled from the opposite hand toward her lower abdomen.
“Pimur?”
“Violet. Venter?”
“…Red.”
Parin and Miel exchanged glances. This time both their hands moved to the same spot—specifically just above the uterus in her lower belly.
“…Pink.”
“Agreed.”
“Re-examination recommended.”
“Agreed.”
They spoke in professional terms Gyeoul couldn’t understand. Their hands continued to glide gently across her body.
“Hwaaam…”
Gyeoul, who had already been drowsy, slipped deeper into sleep.
About thirty minutes later.
“Gyeoul, the examination is complete.”
“Hwaam…?”
Parin’s hand supported Gyeoul’s nodding head and helped her sit up.
“It’s over…? Hwaaaaaam… So, um, is there anything wrong with me?”
“…For now, it appears there are no issues.”
“That’s a relief… Hwaaaaaam…”
Yawning again, Gyeoul thought to herself, I really didn’t get much sleep last night…
In reality, she had probably only slept for about three hours. Maybe two. Until deep into the night, she had been passed around by Trisha, Eladriel, and Laia in sequence, offering her pussy to each of them. In the end, she had fallen asleep with Laia still inside her. Even after that, the swollen knot kept forcing her into orgasm after orgasm while she was wrapped in Laia’s faintly beast-like scent. She hadn’t been able to fall into proper sleep until her body finally convulsed on its own and she passed out.
“Ugh…”
Gyeoul shivered as another wave of uncontrollable arousal surged through her. As expected from this body—her heat came far too easily.
Come to think of it, she had asked Miel for something before. A countermeasure for her heat over the weekend.
“Um, Miel?”
“Y-yes?”
“?”
Gyeoul stared at her in confusion. Miel’s aura felt different from usual.
“What’s wrong?”
“W-what do you mean, me?”
“…? Did I do something wrong to you, Miel?”
Gyeoul had asked genuinely because she didn’t know, but her words stabbed straight into the heart of the already anxious succubus.
“What!? Of course not!”
“Y-you scared me… Why are you suddenly acting like that?”
“It’s just… that is…”
With a sigh, Miel suddenly stepped forward and pulled Gyeoul into a tight hug.
“Mmph…!?”
Gyeoul’s face was buried in breasts that, while not quite as large as her own, were still impressively big.
“…No matter what happens, I’ll protect you.”
“M-mmph…?”
She didn’t know what was going on, but she could clearly feel that Miel wanted to help her. Already drowsy, Gyeoul completely forgot to ask about the heat countermeasures.
“Ah, Gyeoul.”
“Miss Gyeoul!”
On the way back to the dormitory, they ran into several students who all wanted to apologize to her.
“I’m sorry about last time. Please forgive me.”
“I’ll make sure nothing like that ever happens again…! Please forgive us!”
Each time, even while half-asleep and mumbling drowsily, Gyeoul gently accepted every single apology.
By the time she finally reached her own bed, Gyeoul was already halfway into dreamland.
“Hwaaaaaam… Mmmnya…”
She flopped face-down onto the bed and rested her cheek on top of her own massive breasts. It was the same position she had naturally fallen into while studying in the Sexual Relief Room last time, and it turned out to be surprisingly comfortable. An ordinary woman—even one with large breasts—would feel pain from having them crushed like this, but for Gyeoul it was fine.
…So much has happened in such a short time.
Prostitute Week had ended abruptly on Thursday. That same evening, the payment had been returned. The next day—Friday—she had opened the Sensory Block Sexual Relief Room, which ended in catastrophe. That very evening she had been asked to take care of Trisha’s needs, became a maid, and spent the entire night being ravished. And now it was finally Saturday.
In just two days, an unbelievable number of major events had taken place.
Come to think of it, the next holiday is…
Ah, whatever. They’ll handle it somehow… Hwaaaam…
“Hwaa… mmmnya… zzz…”
Gyeoul’s consciousness completely sank into unconsciousness.
In the Headmistress’s office after Gyeoul had been sent away, the air was thick with unbearable tension.
Miel asked, “It seems like it’s true, doesn’t it?”
Parin nodded silently.
Miel clutched her head. “So what are we going to do? If… if she really is trying to resurrect through Gyeoul…”
She lowered her voice.
“If the Demon King is trying to revive.”
“……”
Lilith. The one and only Succubus Demon King in history. The most powerful succubus ever—and precisely because of that power, an incredibly dangerous being. If she were to return, the empire’s entire power structure would be thrown into utter chaos. A being too powerful would shatter the existing order simply by existing.
And if she was the true culprit behind the futanari curse, then she was also a criminal who had harmed every major family in the empire.
Parin finally spoke.
“To be honest, this is no longer something the two of us can decide on our own.”
Too many people were entangled in this.
“Then…”
“It seems we have no choice but to inform the relevant parties.”
“!!”
Miel shot to her feet. “We can’t!”
“Miss Miel.”
“W-who knows what kind of decision they’ll make up there if we tell them!! We absolutely cannot!”
“Wait, Miss Miel. Listen to me. I said we should inform the relevant parties—I never said we should report directly to Her Imperial Majesty.”
Parin smiled.
“We have people on our side as well. Individuals who represent their distinguished families with full legitimacy, and who would never harm Gyeoul.”
Miel’s eyes sparkled.
“The students!!”
**
About ten minutes after Gyeoul had fallen asleep using her own breasts as a pillow.
She, who had been in a deep, deep slumber, opened her eyes once more.
“…?”
But it was not Gyeoul who had awakened.
The way she moved. Her breathing habits. Her expression. Subtle differences could be felt in every small detail.
And then “Gyeoul” blinked rapidly before tilting her head in confusion.
“Did it… succeed? Hmm?”
She reached up to touch her own neck, but ended up brushing against the massive breasts smothering her face.
“Hngh!?”
An intense wave of pleasure shot out from her nipples. The woman who hurriedly sat up in shock was named Lilith.
The very Succubus Demon King that Parin and Miel had been so wary of.
However, the current situation—where she had taken over Gyeoul’s body—was neither what she had hoped for nor what she had planned.
“This body… does not belong to this lady…?”
Lilith found a hand mirror and examined her face in it.
“?”
Instead of her own face that should have been reflected if the resurrection had worked properly, she saw a black-haired beauty she had never seen before in her life.
“How strange. Why did it not proceed according to this lady’s plan?”
Using the hand mirror to inspect various parts of Gyeoul’s body, Lilith then focused her mind inward. She was able to locate the core that contained her power.
The body was not hers, yet the core was present? In that case, this body must belong to—
“The woman who was meant to become the mother of this lady’s new vessel.”
Lilith muttered to herself as she organized her thoughts and grew accustomed to the unfamiliar sensations of this body.
“Mmm… It seems something has become tangled. How on earth did this lady end up seizing the mother herself?”
However, it did not appear to be a complete takeover. Lilith could sense Gyeoul’s personality sleeping peacefully within.
“…It seems that because the mother fell into a very deep sleep, this lady’s soul was able to emerge.”
In that case, once the original owner woke up or received a sufficiently strong shock, everything would likely return to normal.
“Then what this lady must do in the meantime is…”
The resurrection was not proceeding as she had originally intended. She needed to find the cause and correct it so that it would function properly.
“First of all, I have no idea what year it is right now.”
Had that damned Hero finally died? Or was she still alive? A lack of knowledge meant questions. And when a succubus was lacking something, there was only one thing to do.
“For now, shall we go find a nice, easy male to play with?”
Lilith smiled arrogantly.
…Inside Gyeoul’s body.