Whispers of Corruption
The approaching whisper jolted me awake. The tide of sleep that had been slowly pulling me under shattered into a thousand pieces.
What—what was that?!
It hadn’t been a hallucination. The voice had been clear, deliberate, seeping straight into my mind like a real conversation. Just like when Rin planted her will directly into my head.
“Who’s there!?”
I bolted upright in bed and scanned every corner of the room. The shabby village inn room was small and bare; there was nowhere for anything to hide.
“Where are you hiding…? Show yourself!”
I tensed, half-expecting something to burst out from the shadows beneath the wardrobe or the corners of the room, but nothing appeared.
Only the voice came again.
Heh heh… How adorable. I am you. You already understand, don’t you? Little creature.
The resonance was so strong it made my head throb. I clutched my temples.
This… this is…
That existence. I bit down hard on my lower lip. I had known this would happen. There was no way something so vast, so horrifying, so utterly incomprehensible would simply look away after a single spell from Viran.
While Azalea could still perceive it, it had hidden inside my memories. Now it was reaching out to tempt me.
The power to turn back time… you took it from me?
I did nothing of the sort. I merely granted you a gift, and you are suppressing it with your formidable will. As expected of the one I chose, Lee Seon-yeon.
Every time the whisper echoed, my skull felt like it was splitting apart. Could I really endure direct communication with something this powerful while remaining sane?
Are you… trying to take over my body again?
A hollow, mocking laugh rang through my mind. The sound itself hurt so much that I buried my face in the sheets.
If there are no cracks in your mind, I cannot manifest in this world or project my power. I can only whisper advice. Even that is not always possible. I have many rivals to play with in my own reality, after all. Opportunities like this are rare for you.
Each whisper sent fresh waves of agony through my brain. I ground my teeth and clawed at the bedsheets, trying to endure it.
“Hah… haaah…”
So while I can reach you, let me offer this advice. Seduce people. Accept them. Do whatever you desire, little creature. Listen to the counsel of a transcendent being.
No… I…
The voice faded away with a mocking laugh. I couldn’t withstand the throbbing headache it left behind and rolled across the bed, clutching my head.
“Hrk… ugh… uuugh…”
Even while groaning in pain, I understood its intent. It was waiting for a crack in my psyche, for the moment my soul weakened, so it could devour my personality and use my body as its vessel.
That also explained why the time-rewinding power had weakened. My unconscious mind, terrified of it vanishing completely, must have blocked it.
I hurriedly pulled out the charcoal fragment I had experimented with earlier and examined it. The broken part was gone.
It came back…
The power hadn’t disappeared entirely. But compared to when I had used it freely, it felt pitifully diminished. It took several minutes just to restore something now. How far back could I even turn time…?
“Nngh…”
I clutched my lower abdomen and moaned. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t my period either. This was…
I want to be held…
The thought slipped out so naturally that my mouth fell open and a drop of drool fell before I snapped back to my senses.
“Hah…!!”
What… what was I just thinking…?
This wasn’t normal.
I had walked into orgies of my own accord while traveling with Pirel, but there had always been excuses—alcohol, or failing to suppress the lust Pirel stirred in me. This time there was no reason at all. Just the sound of men’s voices drifting up from downstairs had ignited desire I had never felt before.
“Nngh…”
Without realizing it, I had already put my boots back on. Like a sleepwalker, I was about to go downstairs in nothing but my camisole to seduce the drunken men with a smile. I startled myself and kicked the boots off again.
This… this is dangerous…
The whisper had stopped, but the obscene, desperate craving it had planted in my memory refused to fade.
I fought to suppress the urge to throw myself at complete strangers, to take their cocks into my mouth, my cunt, my ass—into every place I could rub against them. I barely kept control through sheer reason.
“This can’t be happening… this can’t be real…”
I spoke the words aloud, trying to steady myself.
Right. It couldn’t be real. Even if it had been over ten years ago, I used to be a man. Even when I sold my body at the brothel, I had only forced myself to smile and endure the nausea to survive. I had never actually enjoyed it.
But…
But…
I lifted my skirt anyway and yanked my underwear down to my knees.
Yeah.
Yeah…
It had always been like this. Every time I was gang-raped by men, something beyond would start growing inside me. I don’t want to risk being eroded like that again. So instead…
The moment I made up my mind and my fingers brushed the bare skin of my thigh beneath the camisole, a moan escaped.
“Nngh…”
If I just… take care of it myself… it’ll be fine… probably…
I covered my mouth with my left hand to muffle any sound and brought my right hand down to my shamefully exposed cunt.
“Mmph… hnn… ngh… haah… nngh…”
Cold night air seeped into the wooden room, but my breath came out hot and white against it.
My fingers, chilled by the wind, traced across my lower belly and brushed the few fine strands of hair there.
Hnn?! Wh-what… what is this feeling…?!
“Mmph… ugh… nngh… hah… hnn…”
I hadn’t even touched my folds yet. Just brushing the skin above my pubic bone had nearly pushed me over the edge.
Al-already?! This… this can’t be…
“Haaah… hnn…”
I was panting, swallowing hard. If just touching nearby felt this good, how would it feel once I actually touched my cunt?
Trembling with tension, I slowly lowered my hand. Finally, my shaking fingers brushed the soft pink flesh.
“Hyaah?!”
My hips jerked upward reflexively. A wet sound burst out as fluid sprayed forth. I hadn’t even touched my clit—just the outer folds—and the shadow of climax had already torn through my reason without mercy.
A moan slipped between my fingers like a sigh.
“Hnn… ugh… haaah…”
It… it changed… my body… changed…
This wasn’t from Zophy’s drugs or Rin’s drug signals. This was my own healthy body. Sensations like this shouldn’t exist.
Hesitating, I slowly moved my weakened hand again. I tried to touch the center of my cunt… the precious switch that made girls feel good… my clit…
No… this is dangerous. It’s a trap… It’s obviously trying to… cloud my reason… a scheme… from that thing in my memories…
My crumbling reason tried to resist, but my hand couldn’t stop.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing echoed loudly through the room.
My fingers…
touched.
“Hnnngh?! Nngh… ah… haah… hyah♡ Nngh… hnnngh?!”
Wh-whatwhatwhatwhat… wh-what is this…?! This… this is… weird… hnn♡ M-my head… it’s breaking…♡ Aah♡
Without realizing it, I had dropped my left hand from my mouth and brought it to my chest.
“Ah… hah… nngh… haah?! Aah… hyah… hyaaah♡ Hnn… ehe… heh…”
My chest was small, almost vestigial, but still soft. The pink nipples beneath the thin camisole were already stiff and perky with excitement.
Th-this is strange… my chest… it was never… this sensitive… before… hnn?!
Just touching beneath my breasts made my vision go black.
“Hah… heeh…♡”
Tongue lolling, drool dripping onto my chest, I moved my fingers one by one, stimulating every sensitive spot.
“Hnn… ah… nngh… ugh… hnn… y-yes… my… my cunt… eheh… heeeh… haah♡”
Remembering my right hand, I began rubbing my clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside to stroke the inner walls.
“Hyah?! Hnn… ugh… nngh…”
It felt like I was carving out my own secret parts. Like I was destroying myself. Like I was nothing but a female animal, falling endlessly into the abyss. The overwhelming sensitivity pushed me further.
“Haa… hnnngh… ugh… hnn… heeh… heeh… eheheh… aah♡”
I forgot I was in a narrow inn room surrounded by other guests. I didn’t even try to hold back my voice anymore. No—I moaned louder, hoping someone would hear, hoping they would burst in and violate me mercilessly.
“Nngh… hah… heeh… heh… hnnngh!!! Ooh… ooh… no… no more… my voice… it’s too loud… hnnngh?!”
My vision blurred as vulgar, filthy moans echoed down the corridor and into other rooms.
Squirt, squelch—obscene sounds filled the air from between my legs.
Fluid… no… is it… urine…?
Even while squirting and wetting myself, that was all I could think. After the string of orgasms finally snapped, I lay limp on the bed, limbs still trembling from the aftershocks.
I… I can’t… move…
I had only touched my breasts a few times and stroked my cunt a few times. That alone had completely melted my hips and legs. If just touching myself lightly could shatter my reason this much…
If men… did this to me… how good… would it feel…?
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I shook my head.
“No… I can’t… I can’t…”
I whispered hoarsely to myself.
If just masturbating felt this intense, then being surrounded by men, used as nothing but a tool for their lust—mouth, cunt, breasts, palms, soles of my feet, even my filthy rear hole violated, choked, beaten black and blue until I was covered in cum—how… how happy would that make me?
If it felt that good, I would never be able to endure it. My mind would shatter, and the corruption I had barely suppressed would bloom in the cracks. It would tear open the fissures in reality, melt my personality away, and let that horrifying divinity from beyond take its place.
But…
How good would that feel…?
I shook my head again.
I realized how insane my thoughts had become. This was dangerous. This wasn’t the ordinary self-destructive urge I had felt after Zophy. This was a far more perilous desire planted by something from beyond the world.
“No… if I give in to this temptation… it’ll really be over… this time I might… truly disappear…”
Even so…
I want to be held…
by a man.
I want…
a cock…
“Eheheh.”
Even a woman would be fine…
Even if I became a public toilet passed around after being kidnapped, even if I became a free-use sex slave, even if I was captured by some grotesque otherworldly creature and turned into an egg-laying broodmare—any of it would be fine…
I want to break.
I started masturbating again.
“Ah… hnn♡ Heeh… heeeh… haah… nngh… I have to… endure… hnn?! I’m… breaking… aah… I want it… I want to eat it… cock… co… cock♡”
Fantasizing about being completely ruined by men while touching myself, climaxing over and over until I passed out on the bed like an idiot—maybe that would somehow… yes, somehow cool this terrible desire.
Until my exhausted body from the winter journey finally lost consciousness, I did not stop moving my fingers.