Chapter 2 - The Ugly Truth
Left alone in the quiet room.
Before the massive Tower Shield, the slender shoulders of the youth who had once dreamed of becoming a hero—no, the woman she had now become—shook with pitiful, silent sobs.
How much time had passed like that?
Creeeeak.
The firmly shut door opened quietly. Startled, she snapped her head up to see Kyle stepping cautiously into the room.
"Kyle...?"
"Leon, it's hard on you, isn't it?"
Kyle had already returned to his usual warm, friendly expression. He approached the bedside and gently patted her sobbing back.
"Here, drink this. It's a herbal tonic to help you calm down. Ella prepared it for you."
Kyle pulled a small glass vial from his breast pocket and handed it over.
"Don't worry too much. The quest is almost in its final stages anyway. We'll finish it in no time. Finding a way to restore your body is just being pushed back a tiny bit. I promise you."
But Kyle's comforting words only served as a detonator, unleashing her suppressed resentment.
"What... what do you know?!"
She screamed, violently slapping Kyle's hand away.
"You can say it so easily because it's not happening to you! Do you have any idea what it feels like to have your body change like this overnight? Do you know the sheer misery of a tanker who can't even lift their own shield?!"
She panted, pouring out the emotions she had bottled up. Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks. Yet, far from getting angry, Kyle simply listened in silence, wearing a gentle smile.
"Yeah... you're right. You're absolutely right. I was thoughtless. I'm sorry, Leon."
Kyle gently tucked her disheveled silver-blue hair behind her ear and whispered tenderly.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?"
At his seemingly heartfelt apology, her surging anger melted away like snow.
She let out a bitter laugh and lowered her head.
"...Yeah."
Thinking about it, Kyle wasn't entirely wrong.
Objectively speaking, abandoning a high-paying quest and paying a massive penalty fee just because of one party member—especially when they weren't even injured or dead—was unacceptable for a professional adventurer.
That's right. Kyle is doing his best as our leader. He even came back just to comfort me.
She felt a wave of gratitude and guilt toward Kyle.
"Thank you, Kyle. And I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier."
"Don't worry about it. What are friends for?"
Without a shred of suspicion, she downed the drink Kyle had given her in a single gulp.
A sweet yet strangely exotic fragrance slid down her throat.
Kyle watched her do so, his gaze intense and lingering.
"Whew... I feel a bit calmer now."
She set the empty vial down on the table and looked up at Kyle.
But for some reason, Kyle's expression was off.
The warm, gentle smile from moments ago was completely gone, replaced by a bizarre, twisted smirk.
His eyes gleamed with a chilling, insidious lust.
"Kyle...? You should probably head out now. I promise I'll wait here quietly until you guys finish the quest."
"..."
"Kyle? Can you hear me?"
It was at that exact moment.
"Ugh...!"
A sudden, scorching heat flared up from deep within her abdomen.
A sticky, sickening warmth, like molten magma flowing through her veins, surged throughout her entire body. Her legs buckled, and her vision began to blur.
"Haa... haa... What is... this...?"
She looked up at Kyle with trembling eyes.
Kyle was slowly stepping closer, his naked greed laid bare as if he no longer had any intention of hiding it.
"Kyle... you..."
"Wait here quietly?"
Kyle roughly grabbed her chin, pulling her face up to whisper in her ear.
"We can't have that. I can't let some other bastards touch you while I'm gone, can I? I have to be the first to taste a delicacy like this."
"What...?"
Terrified, she tried to pull away, but her body refused to obey.
Her limbs felt like jelly, and her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
"Haa... haa... What are you talking about...? W-We're friends! And I'm a guy...!"
"Well, I wonder if that's still true looking at you now?"
Kyle's eyes greedily swept over her flushed face and her voluptuous breasts, which heaved with every labored breath.
"Haa... haa... It's so hot... my body..."
Her consciousness was slowly being swallowed by a rising tide of heat and pleasure.
"Stop... stop it! Kyle!"
She squeezed out every last drop of her strength to resist, but with a single shove from Kyle, she collapsed helplessly onto the bed.
Kyle began to roughly tear away at her clothes. As the thin dress was ripped off, her dazzlingly white skin was laid bare.
"Ahg...!"
She let out a groan of mingled shame and pain. Her feverish body felt as if it were catching fire wherever Kyle's hands brushed against it.
"Please... snap out of it! There—there are girls who love you! Ella, Luna, Sera... they're all watching you!"
She desperately screamed out the names of their comrades. It was a desperate, final hope that invoking their feelings might make Kyle stop.
"Ah, them?"
But Kyle merely sneered and shook his head. His eyes were filled with nothing but boredom and apathy.
"Those bitches? I'm sick of them."
"What...? Sick of them? What does that mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. I've already fucked those three so many times that I'm bored to death of them."
Her mind went blank at the vulgar words spilling from Kyle's mouth. She couldn't believe her ears.
"What... what are you..."
"You didn't know? How dense can you get? Not long after those sluts joined the party, I called them into my bed one by one. They spread their legs so damn easily."
The shock hit her like a physical blow from a sledgehammer.
Ella, Luna, and even the priestess Sera, whom she had secretly harbored feelings for.
She knew they had feelings for Kyle, but to think they had already been sharing a bed with him...
Sera... did that?
The pure, innocent face of Sera flashed through her mind.
The girl who had screamed in embarrassment and blushed furiously when Leon had accidentally seen her in her underwear had willingly thrown herself into Kyle's arms. The realization pierced her chest like a dagger.
Tears spilled over and ran down her face.
"Since when... since when has this been going on? We're comrades!"
"Comrades? Pwahahaha!"
Kyle burst into uproarious laughter.
"Yeah, comrades. They were incredibly useful comrades. The girls served as my playthings at night, and during the day, we used a gullible fool like you as a meat shield to hunt safely. Wasn't it perfect?"
"You... you son of a bitch! You're not even human!"
She screamed with pure venom.
She had believed he was a friend.
She had thought of him as the only person she could unconditionally trust with her back. But it had all been a lie.
"I thought we were friends... My friendship was real!"
"Sure, we were friends. Having a sucker like you around made my little hero-play look so much better. You were the ultimate supporting actor, Leon."
Kyle let out a sickening chuckle, tapping her hot cheek with the back of his hand.
"But your role as a supporting character is over now. It's time for you to take on a new role. As my personal little bitch."
She tried to buy time and resist in any way she could, but her body was reaching its limit. The boiling heat in her veins was completely paralyzing her reason.
"Haa... haa... Ugh..."
"It's a special aphrodisiac used by goblin shamans. A top-grade product that's incredibly hard to get, too. No matter how strong your willpower is, once you drink this, you'll crave a man like a beast in heat."
Kyle clicked his tongue in satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Leon. I'll make sure you won't be able to survive without a man's touch."
Kyle slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
Watching his bare chest being revealed, she tried to crawl backward in sheer terror, but pinned beneath him, there was nowhere left to run.
"Don't come near me... Stay away from me...!"
Only desperate screams and ragged breathing filled the room.
The friendship she had trusted was shattered to pieces, leaving behind nothing but the ugly truth and a powerless reality.
Kyle's touch was relentless and cruel.
Her senses, heightened to an extreme degree by the goblin shaman's drug, reacted with hypersensitivity, feeling like a jolt of lightning every time Kyle's fingertips brushed her skin.
Her skin burned so hot that even the slightest touch felt like a searing scrape, and her mind was completely hazy, as if enveloped in a pink fog.
"Hngh... stop... please..."
She bit her lip until it bled, desperately trying to swallow her whimpers. But Kyle, as if mocking her final resistance, only intensified his relentless stimulation.
"Don't hold back, Leon. Your body is begging for it, isn't it? Look."
Kyle's rough hand clamped down on her voluptuous breast.
Under his crude, heavy grip, the soft breast was squeezed flat, pale flesh spilling out between his fingers.
"N-No...!"
"You know, Sera absolutely loved it when I touched her like this."
Kyle smirked wickedly, pinching and flicking her fully erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger to torment her.
"Do you know how easily that high-and-mighty saintess crumbled under my touch? At first, she thrashed around just like you, crying about how embarrassed she was. But once I kept teasing this little bud right here, she ended up weeping and begging me to touch her more."
"L-Liar... Sera would never..."
"A lie? Haha, you'll find out soon enough. Because you're about to make the exact same face she did."
The moment the words left his mouth, Kyle buried his face in her chest, taking her breast into his mouth as if biting into a ripe fruit. His rough tongue licked her hyper-sensitive areola, nibbling at it with his teeth to heighten the intensity of the stimulation.
"Hnghh! It—it hurts... it feels weird...!"
A sharp, electric jolt shot from her chest, down her spine, and straight to her brain. It was a depraved, intense sensation that would have been utterly unimaginable back when she had a male body.
Even though it was just her breasts being fondled, she could feel her womb throbbing deep within her lower abdomen, and her wet slit twitched as if begging for something to fill it.
Kyle smacked his lips in satisfaction and slid his hand downward. He stroked down her smooth belly, traced her navel, and finally reached the plump mound between her tightly squeezed thighs.
"No! Not there... please, not there!"
She writhed in panic, but her drug-addled body was no match for Kyle's physical strength.
Kyle pried her pale thighs wide apart, forcing her completely open. Her secret petals parted with a wet, squelching sound.
"You know, Ella acts all haughty on the outside, but this spot was her absolute weakest. She screamed louder here than when she chants her magic spells."
Kyle stared intently at the cleft, which was already glistening with clear, slick arousal.
"I'll make you just like Ella down here."
Kyle buried his face between her legs.
"Heeek!"
His hot, wet tongue ruthlessly licked up her most secret, sensitive spot—her clitoris.
Slurp! Squelch!
"Ah! Ahhn! N-No! It feels too weird!"
Her mind flashed white.
Every time his tongue swirled over and sucked on the tiny bud, a pleasure so intense it felt as if her spine were being ripped out jolted through her entire body.
Her toes curled involuntarily, and her hands spasmed as she clawed at the bedsheets.
I'm a man... I'm a man... so why...
Her mind rejected it, but her body was entirely honest.
Her hips buckled on their own in rhythm with Kyle's skillful tongue, and her thighs trembled as if trying to clamp around his head.
Slurp... squelch... smack.
The lewd, wet sounds filled the room.
The moans escaping her lips were no longer cries of pain, but the high-pitched, wanton squeals of a female utterly drowned in pleasure.
"Haahn! Ah! There! Not there, nooo!"
As if her reactions were a sweet melody to his ears, Kyle sucked on her clitoris even more aggressively.
"Ahhn, ahhn, it's too much! Something's coming, it's coming, ah, aaahhh!"
A hot wave crashed deep within her belly.
The brain-melting sensation, felt for the very first time in her life, delivered a pleasure so deep, prolonged, and destructive that a male ejaculation could never hope to compare.
"I'm—I'm cumming! Haaahn!"
Her back arched like a bow.
Her entire body stiffened for a brief second before a torrent of clear, sweet juices sprayed out like an opened floodgate, drenching Kyle's face.
Squirrrrt! Splaaash!
Her pupils dilated from the sheer intensity of the orgasm, and drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. Her body shivered like a leaf in the wind under the aftershocks of the pleasure.
It was the exact moment a distinct, irreparable crack formed in the dam of her male identity.
Kyle licked the sprayed fluids off his face and smirked.
"Hahaha, tastes incredibly sweet. Look at yourself, Leon."
Kyle pointed at her face, which was panting and flushed with raw pleasure.
"This is who you really are. You're just a little bitch who shakes her hips, completely drowned in pleasure."
"Ugh... nngh..."
She gasped for air, her vision spinning.
Her thighs spasmed from the aftershocks of her first female orgasm, and her mind remained thoroughly clouded.
Kyle roughly wiped the saliva and juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at her as she looked up with unfocused, glassy eyes.
"Haa... haa... Kyle... stop, please..."
She tried to raise her weak, limp arms to push him away, but Kyle easily pinned her slender wrists above her head with a single hand.
"Stop? We're just getting started."
Kyle wedged himself between her thighs, pressing his heavy lower body flush against hers.
Having discarded his trousers, his cock—swollen hard like a weapon—pressed hotly against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
"Heeek...!"
A primal terror gripped her. It went far beyond the betrayal of being violated by a friend; it was the raw, instinctual fear of a woman about to have her first sexual experience.
"No... not that... Kyle, please... I—I'm a man... between men... we can't do this."
She shook her head, begging desperately.
Not that. Anything but that.
That was her final bastion as a man. But Kyle smiled cruelly and whispered in her ear.
"Now, let me teach you how to become a real woman."
"N-No...!"
Plunge!
