The Female Warrior Jamila
"Jamila!!!"
Jamila had looked out for me like a little brother when I first arrived in this other world. She had subjected me to brutal training every single day. She had been my master in martial arts, weapon combat, and hand-to-hand brawling—the fierce warrior who fought by my side, back-to-back. And she was the woman I had secretly longed to embrace, hoping that one day she might be mine.
Now, the woman of my dreams stood right before my eyes. True to her word, she had come completely alone!
"Eric...? You really became a woman...?"
I wanted to die on the spot, mortified at being caught taking it from behind with wet, squelching noises echoing through the room. Did my original face still linger even after this forced feminization? She had recognized me in an instant. Thank God for that, at least—it meant I wouldn't have to waste time explaining the impossible.
"How dare you lay a hand on our Eric! What the hell did you do to him, you bastard?! I'm gonna rip you to shreds!"
Rage burned fiercely in Jamila's eyes. She had likely seen the recording Nina brought back—the horrific footage of my body being remodeled and violated. But why on earth had she come alone so recklessly?!
"Jamila, run! It's a trap...!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Urgh! Ngh!"
The Demon King drove himself into me with merciless, punishing force right before Jamila's eyes!
"Khehehe. Well, well, what a surprise. You actually came alone."
"I'm still single, after all."
Before the jest even left her mouth, she lunged forward like an enraged leopard.
"Guards!"
At the Demon King's command, skeletal warriors swarmed into the chamber in an instant.
Whoosh—CRACK!
Her signature spiked club whipped through the air like a localized tornado, shattering the skeleton soldiers into pulverized bone fragments in a single, devastating sweep.
"Hahaha! Truly magnificent strength. You really are a prize worth having."
Mocking Jamila as she fought desperately to reach me, the Demon King dug his thumb into the cleft of my buttocks and roughly pried them apart.
"Ngh...!"
Squelch.
"Relax your hips, Erika. Let's put on a little show for our honored female warrior."
Squish.
"Ah, ngh?!"
Something was pushing its way into my ass! His cock was already buried deep inside my cunt, so what the hell was—?!
Squelch...!
What is this...?! Something foreign was invading an opening meant only for excretion...! It felt bizarre, wrong, violating beyond words!
"Loosen up those cheeks. Hehehe. You need to stretch that rear hole properly if you ever hope to take my cock back there, too."
"—!"
While my entire body locked up in petrified tension, the Demon King continued to pound my cunt from behind, raining hard, stinging slaps across my exposed ass. Every sharp crack of his palm drew a pathetic, involuntary whimper from my throat. Watching my humiliation unfold, Jamila pressed her offensive with frantic, breathless urgency.
Schluck!
"Ahn?!"
Something thick was sliding all the way into my anus!
"Hahaha! Behold, Red Mane Lioness! Here lies your precious boyfriend!"
"H-He's not my boyfriend yet!"
Not 'yet'?!
Hearing Jamila's true feelings laid bare so directly sent an unexpected jolt of embarrassment through me, even in the middle of this living nightmare. But any fleeting warmth was instantly obliterated by the Demon King's vicious mockery.
"Gwahahaha! Take a good look at what's plugged into this bitch's ass!"
"—?!"
Fixed to the end of whatever was lodged deep inside my rectum was a long, silky mane of faux hair, swaying like a horse's tail.
"Hahaha! What if this slut can never forget the ecstasy of having her back pussy drilled, even if she ever turns back into a man? If you take too long to save her and she develops a taste for it, rescuing her won't do much good, will it?"
"Jamila! Don't listen to his cheap taunts, just get out of—"
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Ah...!! Ngh! Haaah...!"
That bastard wouldn't even give me a chance to speak, ruthlessly slamming his hips into mine! With something foreign wedged in my rear, my pussy clamped down ridiculously tight, scattering my thoughts into sheer delirium with just a few deep thrusts. Every time he gripped my hips tight enough to bruise and hammered forward, the tail embedded in my rear swayed and whipped through the air like a pony's tail.
"Eric! Just hold on a little longer!"
With every violent impact, the plug pushed deeper into my guts. It felt so bizarre, so terrifyingly stimulating—!
"Mmh...! Shoving something into her back hole before pounding her really makes her clench like a vice, doesn't it?!"
He snickered darkly.
"Haaah, the entrance clamps down hard while the canal turns into pure, melting heat... Hey, Lioness! Your little boyfriend has more than enough talent to be a prime female! I'll have her completely broken and trained in no time!"
"Jamila, ngh, don't let him get to you...! Just ignore his bullshit and—"
"Shut your mouth."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ah! Ngh!"
The moment I tried to warn her, he drove his hips forward with brutal force, grinding his pelvis in tight circles until my voice dissolved into helpless moans.
"Eric."
"Jamila, please, just run—"
"Duck."
Even while being ruthlessly violated from behind, instinct took over, and I slammed my forehead against the stone floor. The very instant my head cleared the space, something sliced violently through the air above me. It was Jamila's war club.
FWOOSH!
"Ngh?!"
CRACK!
Hurled with supersonic velocity, the heavy club struck the Demon King square in the jaw. Several fangs shattered into the air as the sheer kinetic force hurled his massive frame backward.
Schlick—CRASH!
"Gaaah!"
The Demon King bellowed in fury.
"Hah, haaah...!"
As his thick phallus abruptly tore free from my passage, my trembling legs gave out entirely, and I collapsed against the cold tiles. Seizing that exact opening, Jamila crossed the distance like a flash of lightning and hoisted me over her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Eric. I've got you!"
Without hesitating for a fraction of a second, she sprinted toward the window she had breached.
"Wait, we're on the fifth floor—!"
"Relax. How do you think I got in here in the first place?"
Carrying my weight with effortless grace, she leaped into the open air, kicked off the branches of an ancient tree, and touched down lightly upon the courtyard earth in a series of fluid bounds. Then, she broke into a full sprint.
"Out of my way, you pathetic maggots!"
Even with me slung over one broad shoulder, she pulverized the skulls of oncoming skeletal soldiers and charging orcs with her bare fist and crushing kicks. Clad only in a skin-tight tank top and tattered hotpants that showcased her sculpted, sun-bronzed thighs, she tore through the demonic ranks like a living battering ram, her iron muscles clearing an unbroken path forward.
Then, a terrifying roar echoed from high above the battlements.
It was the Demon King.
"Not bad, Lioness! But do you truly believe you can escape?!"
"Keep your damn word! I came alone just like you demanded, so let Erika go!"
"A fair point. But in that case, you will have to take Erika's place as my personal breeding vessel."
"Fuck off, you limp-dicked freak."
Jamila shot him a resolute middle finger without breaking her stride, bounding across the terrain like a wild wind.
"Hold on, Eric. I brought mercenaries to the forest just outside Normal Town. Once we reach the tree line, we can secure an escape route!"
Just past the outer perimeter, the sanctuary of the woods awaited us. But then, from behind, the Demon King snapped his claws with a sharp, sickening click.
"Let's see how long the two of you can cling together, shall we?"
Snap!
What was that? What was he trying to—
In that split second, an excruciating surge of electrical current erupted from deep inside my rectum!
BZZZZZZZZT! CRACKLE!
""AAAAAGGGHHH?!?!""
What is this?! It was a trap all along!
"Gwahahaha! How do you like the taste of my electrified anal beads?!"
ZAP! BZZZZT!
""URRRGGHHH!!!""
The high-voltage shock surged not only through my violated insides, but arced violently into Jamila, who was carrying me against her skin! Was this his intention from the very beginning?! It wasn't just some depraved perversion or a petty attempt to provoke her!
"Kwahahaha! How long can you hold onto Erika while your flesh is charred alive?!"
BZZZZZT!
"Aaaagh!"
"Cowardly piece of shit! Erika, hang on, bite your tongue...!"
Even while convulsing under the agonizing electrical shocks, Jamila ground her teeth together and grabbed the horse-tail protruding from my rear, trying to wrench it out by force. But—
Squish-twist.
"Aaargh—IT HUUUUURTS!"
The moment she pulled, it felt as though my very intestines were being dragged out through my spine!
"It goes in smooth, but it doesn't come out so easily! If you try to pull it out by force, Lioness, you'll tear her entire rectum to shreds! That toy was specially crafted from modified slime tentacles—once inside, barbed hooks unfurl into every fold of her inner walls! If you yank it out, not even that Saintess bitch will be able to heal her! Those tendrils have already burrowed into her blood vessels! Go ahead, pull it out, if you want your boyfriend wearing diapers for the rest of his miserable life!"
His arrogant, taunting laughter grated against my frayed sanity.
"Make your choice! Will you tear Erika apart trying to save her, or will you abandon her and save your own skin?!"
It was a psychological trap. He was manipulating her instincts, forcing her into an impossible dilemma designed to break her resolve. And that meant—
"Eric, don't be afraid. I will never abandon you...!"
She chose the trap without hesitation. He had calculated her fierce loyalty, knowing she would endure the relentless electrical agony rather than let me go! Had she been alone, she could have vanished into the woods minutes ago!
BZZZZT!
""Ngh...!""
Beyond the blinding pain, the rhythmic electrical pulses were causing our muscles to seize up uncontrollably. This was catastrophic. If this was his strategy, the real ambush was about to strike!
I had to warn her, but my feminized body was too frail, my vocal cords choked by sobs and breathless gasps.
"Got you."
The Demon King's triumphant sneer signaled the arrival of a hulking shadow looming behind us—one of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Minotaur King.
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Still carrying me, Jamila barely managed to dodge the descending sweep of a massive double-bitted battleaxe. Lowering me gently to the ground in a bridal carry, she leaned down and pressed a firm, warm kiss against my forehead.
"Wait for me just a moment, Princess. I'll make this quick."
Flashing a radiant, white-toothed grin beneath her sun-kissed skin, she looked impossibly stunning. In any other circumstance, I would have fallen head over heels for her right then and there.
"HRAAAAH!"
Freed from the burden of carrying me through the electrical current, Jamila became an unstoppable tempest.
CRASH! ROAR!
The clash unfolded at terrifying speed, lightning-fast trades of raw physical might shaking the very bedrock beneath our feet.
"Did you truly think you could match the Minotaur King?!"
ROOOOAAAR!
The colossal, golden-horned beast locked its massive arms around Jamila from behind, wrenching her limb backward into a vicious joint lock.
"Kuh...!"
She thrashed against the iron grip.
"Those who live by strength are doomed to perish by it," the Demon King jeered from a distance, shoving his dislodged fangs back into his bleeding gums as he strolled toward us.
Jamila bit down hard on her lip, blood trickling down her chin as she spat back, "Yeah. That's why this overgrown cow is going down right now."
In that instant—
CRACK!
The sickening sound of a popping joint echoed through the clearing. Jamila had intentionally dislocated her own shoulder, creating just enough slack to twist her body, driving a brutal heel strike into the beast's solar plexus to shove him back. Then, with her single functional arm, she tore the Minotaur King's double-bitted battleaxe from the earth and swung it in a decapitating arc.
SHLICE-CRUNCH!
""—!""
The colossal ox head tumbled into the dirt.
My God. Was she even human? Even caught off-guard, an absolute monster among the Four Heavenly Kings had been slaughtered by a warrior with a shattered arm, using pure, unadulterated grit!
"Eat this!"
Jamila hurled the massive battleaxe directly at the approaching Demon King. While he dodged the flying iron, she scooped me back up, ignoring the electrical shocks arcing through my flesh as she resumed her sprint.
Then—
SWISH!
A massive shadow descended from the sky like a dark canopy.
"Look out!"
"Gah?!"
No martial arts could parry a net descending from above. The heavy mesh crashed over us, pinning us tightly against the earth.
"Hmph! What...?"
Jamila's monstrous grip tore at the fibers, but they wouldn't yield a single inch.
"Khehehe. That enchanted net was specially woven from the hair of a thousand elves just to capture a beast like you, Lioness. You'll never break free."
"You bastard...!"
"Now, now. Don't struggle so much."
Snap!
With another flick of his talons, the current surged through my rear once more!
BZZZZZZT!
""AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!""
"I had hoped to spare Erika further torment, but you leave me no choice when you thrash about so violently. Yield quietly."
""Hah, haaah...!""
Tangled beneath the enchanted mesh, we lay gasping for breath, our bodies trembling from the aftershocks of the lightning. The Demon King approached, flanked by the skeletal figure of Lich Sandro. With a swift, clinical strike to the back of Jamila's neck, he knocked her unconscious. Then, his obsidian claws elongated into razor-sharp blades.
"Fuhuhu. What magnificent, sturdy limbs. You relied on them far too much, didn't you?"
A twisted grin crept across his face.
"I wonder how you'll fare once those precious limbs are stripped away?"
""—?!""
Slowly, the Demon King dragged a claw across Jamila's exposed thigh through the gaps of the netting.
Skrrrrt...! Squelch...!
Right where the hem of a thigh-high stocking would sit, pressing into firm flesh, his claw scored a deep, crimson trench into her sculpted muscle. Blood welled to the surface. His talons were sharp enough to cleave bone.
"Slice here."
Next, he moved to her arm, marking the space between her shoulder and elbow.
"And slice here."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
They were going to amputate her limbs along those marked lines! The sheer horror of it paralyzed me. My entire body shook uncontrollably.
"W-What are you doing?! If you lay a single finger on Jamila, I'll kill you all! I'll tear you apart!"
"Mind your tongue, Erika. That delicate mouth wasn't made for threats—it was made to suck my cock."
Snap!
BZZZZT!
"GYAAAAGH?!"
"Shut your mouth before your insides are incinerated. I'll make sure her limbs are removed without pain."
Peeling the net away, the Demon King casually slung the unconscious warrior over his massive shoulder. Lich Sandro stepped forward, unveiling a grotesque, squirming mass of plant-like tentacles—the exact same carnivorous flora that had been used to place the Feminization Curse upon me!
"Familiar, isn't it? When this beast of a lioness wakes, she'll be nothing more than a human starfish, flailing her pathetic little stumps... Khehehe!"
"S-Stop! Please, stop!"
With the electrical current finally subsiding, I dragged my bound limbs forward, scrambling across the dirt until I collapsed at the Demon King's feet. I had no strength left to fight him, no weapons, no power to resist. But at the very least...
Thud.
I could fall to my knees and beg.
"Please... please, I'm begging you. Don't do this to Jamila. Please, don't cut off her arms and legs..."
I pressed my forehead flat against the cold ground. The tattered shreds of my wedding dress rode up completely, leaving my pale, rounded hips entirely exposed as I prostrated myself before him. Swallowing every shred of my pride, I swayed my hips gently, desperate to appeal to his sadistic whims.
"I-I'll suck your cock! I'll do whatever you want! I'll make you feel good, I swear!"
Reaching forward, I pressed my lips against the moist, azure shaft that had just been buried inside me moments before.
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
It was impossibly thick, scalding hot, and rock-hard. Seeing the dark smirk spreading across the Demon King's face, I prayed that his temper had softened, and eagerly took the swollen glans into my mouth.
I had to do this. I pulled my teeth back, sealing my lips tightly around the heavy ridge. I worked my tongue feverishly around the throbbing veins, licking and coaxing the underside with everything I had.
"Mmh, slurp, chup... Jamila, slurp... please, have mercy on her. S-She'll be so pitiful without her limbs..."
Please, God, please!
"Khehehe. Look at how obedient you've become, Erika. Quite the proper little female now, aren't you?"
"Mmh, chup, y-yes, Master!"
"Then use that throat pussy properly, you little slut!"
Grip!
His massive claw clamped around the back of my head, violently shoving his massive length straight down my esophagus!
"Gck, HURGH?!"
I had to endure it. The air was entirely cut off, but drawing upon every dirty video I had ever watched in my previous life, I allowed my gagging throat to ripple and clamp down tightly around his cock, turning the suffocating spasms into pleasure for him.
I was going to die—I really felt like I was suffocating! But this was the only way I could protect Jamila!
"Mmh, gluck, hngh, slurp!"
"Haaah, your mouth really is turning into a second pussy. It was small and adorable before, but seeing it stretch open like this is truly a sight to behold. Khehehe. Sandro!"
"Yes, Sire."
"Sever her limbs."
"At once."
W-Wait, what?!
"MMMMGH?!"
I thrashed in sheer panic, but his grip was iron.
"Hold still. Unless you want me to lop yours off as well?"
"MMGH! HURGH, NGH!!!"
I kicked and wept against his waist, begging him to stop.
"Khehehe. There is, however, one way for you to save that muscle-bound cow."
W-What is it?!
"And that is..."
He leaned down, his burning breath whispering directly into my ear.
"You willingly conceive my child."
Give up on ever returning to a man... and become pregnant?!
"Accept my seed, and become my female forever. Can you do that?"
...I nodded.
"Oh? Truly?!"
I nodded again, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Jamila, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you...
Martha, I'm so sorry. I might never be able to return to being a man again...!
Yuria, please... someone, save us...!
"Hahaha! A noble sacrifice, but I'm afraid conceiving isn't something you can simply choose to do, Erika."
The Demon King's claw jabbed lightly against my lower abdomen.
And then—
[Skill, 'What Matters is an Unbreakable Heart' has been activated!]
[All debuffs are dispelled!]
[Fighting spirit surges forth!]
[Granted absolute immunity to all curses and debuffs!]
"See? It is a passive skill. It took breaking your body a thousand times just to force it down for a fleeting moment. If you could have deactivated it at will, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble in the first place."
"N-No! I can turn it off! I know I can! Dismiss! Cancel!"
Nothing happened. The skill remained stubbornly active, repelling any hostile biological union.
"Told you so. In the end, to make you bear my child, your heart must be utterly broken. Cheap tricks like mind-altering drugs offend my aesthetic tastes..."
A demonic grin stretched across his features.
"The only true way is to break the women you cherish, one by one, right before your very eyes. That is what will shatter your spirit once and for all."
"—!"
"I can't wait to see the look on your face. How long will you manage to endure? Hahahahaha! Sandro! Throw her in!"
"As you command."
The writhing tentacle monster that had once devoured me now engulfed Jamila's muscular, sun-tanned body. An ominous, mechanical whirring resonated from deep within the plant, followed by a sound that chilled me to the marrow of my bones.
"KYAAAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO!"
For the first time in her life, Jamila screamed like a helpless, terrified girl as her limbs were severed within the beast's maw.
Overwhelmed by pure, suffocating despair, my vision went completely black.
"Mmh..."
Where was I?
I was being carried in a gentle bridal hold against a pair of massive, rock-hard arms. My body felt strangely refreshed and clean, as if I had been bathed while unconscious. The suffocating corset, the shredded wedding dress, and the ridiculous veil were gone. Instead, I had been dressed in a sheer, black silk nightgown that contrasted starkly against my pale skin and cascading black hair.
"Ugh..."
"Are you awake, my little female?"
The Demon King's lips descended upon mine like a brand, his tongue invading and plundering my mouth the very instant consciousness returned, violently reminding me of the horrific reality I was trapped in.
"Mmph! Ngh, slurp... puwah!"
I gasped for air, tears prickling my eyes. How could anyone kiss so brutally? His hands roamed restlessly across my feminized flesh, kneading my soft breasts and squeezing my rounded hips until they were completely deformed beneath his grip.
Wait... the ropes are gone?
Yet held close to a monster of such terrifying power, trapped in the body of a delicate woman, I couldn't even fathom trying to resist.
"Don't get any foolish ideas. I only freed your limbs because what comes next is far more entertaining. We're going to see a magnificent spectacle together."
A spectacle?
Held tightly in his arms and fondled at his leisure, I only understood his words when we arrived at the castle's central training grounds.
"JAMILAAAAAAA!!!"
Lying motionless upon the barren dirt at the center of the yard was the red-haired warrior. Her magnificent arms and legs were entirely gone, leaving behind only four neatly cauterized, blunt stumps.