Just a Woman After All

Whap. Whap.

The dull, heavy sounds echoing through the cave might have been mistaken for someone being beaten. What was actually happening, however, was a man and a woman — no. A monster wearing a man's cock, violating a woman.

One of that woman's daughters watched it all in a daze.

The woman's body rocked weakly in time with the monster's thrusts. With every violent jolt, her breasts — dragged downward by their own weight — heaved and slapped. Each time the monster's hips slammed into her ass, a wet smack of flesh on flesh rang through the cave. As that enormous shaft pistoned between her thighs, a nameless fluid ran in a thin stream down from where their bodies met.

In that raw, naked spectacle of a man taking a woman, there was none of the beautiful love that ought to have been there. There was only the ugliness of a monster voiding its lust like an animal, using her body however it pleased.

"Hegh— hegh, huaa…"

Her claim to her own body stolen, the woman gasped and sobbed in despair.

She had lived a hard life, and she had never once backed down in front of men. Not a single man in the village had dared to look down on her.

I had admired that mother. Even though she had been born a woman, she held her head high and walked forward through every slight and every dismissal that came with being female, and I had been proud of her.

And yet…

Watching her be violated by a monster in the shape of a man. Watching another man's thing invade her insides. Watching her crumple, helpless, before a man's strength. I understood.

In the end, even Mom…

was nothing more than a woman.

And I, born the same sex as her, would not escape that same ending.

I was so afraid.

I remembered how precious she had made us feel as she raised us, and I had imagined treating my own child the same way someday. I had pictured a future of cradling a baby so dear that even putting them in my eye wouldn't hurt, and I had counted it a blessing to have been born a being who could carry a life inside her body.

But that beautiful future was painted over — defiled — by the horror unfolding in front of me. Defiled until I wanted to curse the fact that I existed at all.

"A-anyone… any…one…!"

Her voice reached me, begging for help. All I could see was a woman who had thrown away her dignity, her pride, her rage — gasping for nothing but her own safety.

There is no salvation.

There is no hope.

I had wished it were a dream. It was not a dream.

Once the escape had failed, I could no longer even think of running. One look at the other monster standing nearby — a gleaming axe in its grip, watching us with sharp, hungry eyes — and any thought of resistance died.

"Hic… hic…"

I turned toward the sound. My twin sister. She was crouched on the floor with her eyes squeezed shut, both hands clamped over her ears, fleeing from reality.

I wanted to flee from it too. I wanted it all to be a dream. I wanted to close my eyes and open them onto the ordinary sight of our family gathered quietly around a meal.

Maybe… just maybe this really was a dream.

What had happened without the slightest warning was simply too unfair. If I had done something wrong and this was punishment, I could have understood. A natural disaster. A bandit raid. I might have been able to accept those.

But in a single night, Dad was dead. Mom was being wrecked and violated right in front of my eyes. My sister was falling apart. And I was about to become just like that. I could not accept it.

So—

"Ghhhk—?!"

A sound like someone choking snapped my dazed mind back into place. My precious — no. My once-precious friend Elisa twisted her body in every direction and spread her legs.

The life inside her hugely swollen belly seemed desperate to get out. Its outline showed through her skin as it pounded against the walls of her womb — and then, in a wet rush—

"Kieh…"

It slid out between her thighs in a gush of sticky amniotic fluid, announcing its birth to the world.

"Ah…"

I watched that impossible scene in a daze, my stomach turning. I thought I might vomit. My upper belly and my lower belly both churned violently. Between my legs, that place throbbed as if my period had come, a dull, insistent ache.

"I want to get out… I want to get out of here."

A broken-sounding voice leaked out of me, unfiltered, as if something inside had given way.

A shadow fell across my head. I turned on reflex, and there it was. The monster.

Come to think of it, the screams that had been echoing through the cave had already gone silent.

"Kihihit!"

When I looked up at it with terror-soaked eyes, the monster wore a smile so repulsive it made my skin crawl.

A thick, heavy drip.

White fluid ran down from the monster's massive cock. I followed the trail of that dripping liquid with my eyes, and there on the floor was the woman, twitching where she had collapsed.

Limbs splayed out like a crushed ant, trembling. Eyes rolled back, the whites showing, as if she were already dead. Her tongue hung limply from her mouth. From the place that had been most precious to her, milky fluid foamed and spilled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without end.

Every horrific thing I had seen and felt in this cave flashed through my mind at once, and the terror peaked.

My trembling voice could do only one thing. Beg the monster for mercy. I thought that was the best I could do — the only thing I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could do.

But the monster's reaction after hearing that desperate plea made me realize how terribly, terribly wrong I had been.

Its stiff cock reared even larger, the head lifting as if it had found something it liked. The juices from the woman it had just finished violating still glistened along its length.

"Keh keh!!"

That vicious burst of laughter told me that my best effort had, in the end, only excited it further.

Terror gnawed at my reason until it wore my sanity down to nothing. And when it was gone, only one thing remained.

"Heh…"

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hollow laugh rose from deep in my lungs. The churning in my stomach settled. An expression that had no business being on my face rose to the surface, and I understood — I was coming apart.

Three women lay sprawled unconscious across the floor. From the mouths of their cunts, my semen overflowed — having packed their wombs so full it had nowhere left to go but back out.

The seeds flooding those wombs would take root inside them soon enough. I could already picture it: the way Elisa had been, when she came to. Staring at her swollen belly, screaming, taking a few stumbling steps in a bid to run, then collapsing. And after that—

"Nn…"

—they would be just like Elisa, who was right now fumbling her hands through empty air, desperate to touch my cock. She, too, had been pumped full of my semen again, same as the women lying wrecked on the ground.

Looking at her, I felt neither pity nor sympathy. I just wanted her to hurry up and give birth a third time, so I could pad out the forces defending the Dungeon.

"Well done," Seongha said, once I had finished and taken a moment to rest.

Well done? I was having fun.

"Fair enough. Poor choice of words."

I could hear the faint amusement in her voice as she corrected herself, and it almost made me smile. I caught the feeling in that laugh easily enough from where I sat listening — but she herself didn't seem to notice it at all.

I considered pointing out that human side of her again, then let it go. Bring it up and we would only sink into that same uncomfortable silence. I wanted her change to unfold on its own, naturally.

A window detailing the Dungeon's current state bloomed in the air without warning. I let the surprise pass and traced it with my eyes, taking stock.

The gold is probably the money I looted from that house in the village…

I had grabbed a few things on my way out, and there had been a small coin purse among them. This looked like a conversion of whatever had been inside it.

Two monsters. The first one I created, and then…

"Kihi!"

The monster I had gained from Elisa's second birth let out a cry the moment my gaze fell on it. Same form as the Dungeon's servant — appearance, stats, all of it identical.

It was a clean, objective readout of my current state, so I didn't linger on questions. I turned my attention to the two new windows that had appeared in the air.

Currency Management first.

"Anything with real value — weapons, items — gets sorted separately," Seongha said, as I read. "Everything else goes into junk. For what it's worth, junk can be sold at any time."

Sold? To whom?

"Try interacting with the window."

I did as she said and tapped the window with a finger. A prompt appeared. The candlestick — one of the things I had taken from that house in the village. I fished it out of the sack and hit sell.

The candlestick vanished, and the gold ticked upward. I watched it happen with genuine curiosity.

"Junk or not, it has to be something you own, and it has to be worth something as an object," Seongha said. "In other words, you can't just pick up a rock outside the Dungeon and sell it. The price is set automatically, according to the item's value."

So who actually buys this stuff? And how does the pricing work?

"I don't know."

Huh.

"I'm sorry."

Don't say that. It's not like you're holding out on me on purpose.

Silence.

She felt… deflated, somehow. To change the mood, I turned to the next window — Dungeon Upgrade.

Oh-ho.

Looking at what it offered, I couldn't help but crow with delight.