The First Summon, What Now?

My legs were trembling. No, it was beyond mere trembling now.

My knees gave out entirely, and I collapsed from the Empress’s throne onto the cold floor. My Luna... my goddess... was a futanari.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Still, I crawled toward her, inch by agonizing inch. Okay. Okay. Calm down. Let’s take a closer look. Luna. It’s definitely Luna, right?

Luna, lying there as if dead, was breathtakingly beautiful. She was the exact woman I had watched on my screen every single day—the one I had dreamed of seeing in person just once. Her skin glowed even with minimal makeup, her nose was perfectly sculpted, her lips were dainty, her breasts were firm, and her waist flowed into smooth, slender thighs.

But there, between those thighs—the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠very spot I had spent countless hours staring at, wondering if she was wearing panties or boy-shorts—something large and bulging protruded. It was unbelievable.

I swallowed hard. Could it be something else? No, nothing else could possibly be that large and shaped exactly like a cock.

I reached out with a trembling hand. I gently grasped the bulge rising beneath her tight skirt. It was soft, yet substantial. It was flesh. Ah... damn it. It really is flesh. It’s the same stuff I used to have.

This... this is a real dick.

I’m screwed. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a silent scream.

At that moment, Luna’s eyes snapped open.

She had no idea why she was in this strange place or who I was, the person staring down at her. Confusion gave way to pure, unadulterated terror. Her scream echoed through the grand, empty circular arena I had created.

Then, as she scrambled to cover herself, her hands brushed against the foreign object between her legs.

“AH!!!!!!! Ugh!!!”

A second scream, even more piercing than the first, tore through the air. The beautiful face that had once brought me such joy was now twisted in horror, and her hands were frantically clawing at her thighs, trying to cover—or perhaps tear away—the offending member.

She hit it repeatedly, as if trying to swat away a leech, then burst into tears as the pain registered. Tears cascaded from her beautiful eyes like a waterfall, and her shoulders heaved with ragged, gasping sobs.

“Ugh... ugh... what is this? What on earth is this? It’s disgusting. Where am I... is this a dream? Ugh... I want to wake up. I want to get up. Ugh...”

She kept muttering to herself, like someone trapped in a nightmare. She groped her own body, recoiling in shock whenever she touched the bulge, only to reach back and wail again.

“This can’t be...! This is a dream, right?”

In the past, I had watched Luna’s fancams, my eyes glued to that very spot. Below her waist, which she swayed so seductively, and between her toned thighs—every time I scanned her beautiful body, my gaze always settled there. The empty space between her legs. The so-called camel toe. I used to wonder if it was just the seam of her clothes or the real shape of her... how much it opened up. Ah. I had wanted to see it with my own eyes.

And now, Luna was crying because something that wasn’t hers—a cock—had sprouted there.

But then, I realized something. Wait. I’m the one who summoned her. I was the one who chose Luna. And the Dungeon Master had told me to subjugate a futanari. I had called for Luna, and she had arrived as a futanari.

In the end... I was the one who made her this way.

As that thought crossed my mind, something boiled deep within me. I was the one who brought her here. Though I had summoned her out of the fan-love I held as the man 'Sihun,' I was now 'Sia,' the Empress of this dungeon.

The 'Empress’s Senses' and the 'desire for domination' that the Dungeon Master had just instilled in me began to surge.

I forced my trembling legs to stand. My gait was unsteady, but I made my way toward Luna, who was still huddled on the floor.

Luna couldn’t even lift her head. Only the sound of her sobbing and her desperate denial of her own body filled the space.

"Luna."

My voice rang out. It wasn't the pathetic, gravelly voice of Sihun from before. It was the voice of Sia—a stranger’s voice, yet clear, feminine, and newly reconstructed.

Luna’s shoulders flinched, and she looked up at me. Her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears and terror.

"Who... who are you?"

To her, I was just a strange entity in a strange place, someone to be feared and guarded against.

"It’s okay. Calm down."

I spoke again, this time in a softer, more gentle tone—as if I were comforting and protecting her.

Luna remained wary. She kept her hands pressed between her legs, though her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thrashing had subsided slightly. I took another step closer.

Luna’s twisted face, her tears, and... the bulging 'thing' between her thighs. My past fan-love and my present desire for domination were mixing in a bizarre way.

Why are you here? Because I called you... I summoned you.

And she—she had to be the first trophy I would claim.

"It’s alright. No one is going to hurt you, Luna."

I reached out, intending to touch her face. To wipe away her tears. Part of it was guilt, perhaps. But as soon as my hand moved, Luna recoiled in horror.

"Stay away! Don’t touch me!"

She screamed and scrambled backward, desperate to put distance between ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠us. She tried to hide her body, guarded against me, and denied the reality of the situation entirely.

But her desperate rejection... her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠struggle to escape me... it triggered something else inside me.

She had been my idol, the one I had only ever dared to dream of holding. But now, I ruled everything in this dungeon. I was the master.

She was ignoring the new power I had gained through the Dungeon Master’s modification—the power of dominant pleasure.

"No... no, please..."

The sight of Luna shaking her head and weeping, the terror and rejection etched onto that beautiful face... it only excited me more.

The guilt, pity, and confusion that had been rising within me vanished. In their place, the cold, firm will of Empress Sia took hold.

A prey trying to run. A prey that could not escape. That was Luna now.

The apologetic, bewildered expression on my face disappeared.

"You can’t run."

I approached Luna with slow, confident steps. There was no more hesitation.

Luna tried to scramble to her feet to flee, but the walls of the arena I had created blocked her path. Trapped in the narrow space, she backed away, desperate to get as far from me as possible.

I stood before her. She had nowhere left to run.

I reached out and gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look up. Her beautiful, tear-streaked face was laid bare. She tried to resist, but the strength in my grip was overwhelming.

"Look at me. Look at how your body is reacting."

While holding her chin, I raised my other hand. I could feel a faint energy pulsing in my palm. It was the source of 'Pleasure = Power' that the Dungeon Master had taught me.

My hand brushed against Luna’s soft cheek. The sensation of her skin... and the power of pleasure flowing from my hand.

Luna’s body shuddered. The tremor that started from her cheek spread through her entire body in an instant. Her eyes widened, and the cracks began to show in her mask of pure terror.

Pleasure boiled within me. The more energy I poured