Crescent Moon
Crescent Moon
...First, let's sleep.
I'll think again after sleeping.
It's not like I have any special plans tomorrow anyway...
Ah, first I need to buy streaming equipment.
A decent camera costs at least 300,000 won, and with a microphone and lighting, even the cheapest set would exceed 500,000.
And judging by what Park Haneul does, I'll need costumes and makeup too.
Even the cheapest costume costs 50,000 won per set, and a basic makeup set is at least 100,000 won...
I just barely made this month's repayment amount, but already have a full shopping list.
And...
Since I'll have to live in this body for a while, I should buy everyday clothes and underwear too.
Plus if I'm going all-in on streaming, I'll need to stock up on food, right?
Forcing my anxious thoughts into a corner of my mind, I exited the bathroom.
"Haa."
I collapsed onto the bed.
"At least something's changed, right?"
Since I'm in the crescent moon phase now, maybe I can return to normal during the full moon or new moon?
"...How long will it take?"
I slowly began removing my clothes one by one.
"Ugh, it hurts...
Just how much have they grown?"
I unhooked the plain white bra that had been digging into me since before the stream.
Red marks were visible across my chest.
Wincing, I gently massaged my chest with trembling hands.
"Ugh..."
The pain gradually subsided under my cold touch.
"Come to think of it, my butt too..."
I lifted my legs and removed my panties.
The tight underwear had left red marks on my inner thighs as well.
"...It's definitely complete now, so it won't change anymore, right?
I really need to get properly fitting clothes."
Though cold air enveloped my naked body, strangely I didn't feel cold.
Is this also because of the trait?
"No idea~"
Grabbing the blanket, I rolled myself into a cocoon on the bed.
"Just sleep..."
I forced my eyes shut.
But contrary to my wishes, sleep wouldn't come.
As if my body was refusing to rest.
"Hot..."
Though it was still early spring, I felt strangely warm.
"Did I forget to turn off the heater after showering?"
I got up and headed toward the thermostat on the wall.
"It's off?"
Why am I so hot?
The room air touching my bare skin felt cool,
yet my exposed skin itself radiated inexplicable heat.
Moreover, my lower abdomen felt heavy.
Not like indigestion or needing the bathroom,
but a strange, unfamiliar tightness I'd never experienced before.
My right hand instinctively moved downward.
"Is this also because of that crescent moon?"
I didn't know.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I burrowed back under the blanket.
Finding the position uncomfortable, I squirmed.
Then, the blanket brushed against my bare inner thighs.
"Hng...!"
A strange sound escaped my lips.
The soft fabric's touch against my sensitive thighs sent unexpected jolts through me.
When I reflexively clenched my legs together,
my inner thighs pressed flush against each other, squeezing the red marks left by the tight panties.
My breathing grew ragged.
The curled-up position created peculiar pressure.
Yet strangely... it didn't feel bad.
No, rather, some of the stifling heat in my belly seemed to dissipate slightly.
My body felt a little, just a little more comfortable.
"What...? Why is this...?"
Though my mind panicked, my body moved independently of my control.
Clutching the blanket tightly, I began rubbing my thighs together forcefully.
Each time my thighs collided, electric tremors shot up my spine.
Just like when I'd soothed my marked chest with cold hands earlier.
As if possessed, to appease this uncontrollable heat,
my hand stealthily crept downward.
"Ngh..."
My shoulders jerked when my fingertips touched something damp and warm.
Though my mind screamed to pull away,
my trembling fingers lightly rubbed the small nub between my thighs.
My vision flashed white.
A primal sensation I'd never experienced in this female form
engulfed me like a tidal wave.
Biting the blanket while panting, I frantically moved my fingers toward
that unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure my body demanded.
When my slippery fingertips grazed the crevice,
my hips jerked upward involuntarily.
But the moment pleasure drenched my mind, a cold rationality returned.
I buried my face deep into the blanket.
Though alone, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.
Clenching my thighs tightly, I turned my head while gasping hot breaths.
"No. Get a grip..."
I squeezed my eyes shut.
But when I removed my hand from between my legs,
the sudden lack of stimulation made the empty space throb painfully.
The temporarily subdued heat in my lower belly flared up again violently.
"Why, suddenly...!"
I felt the nub between my thighs stiffen along with the twitching in my abdomen.
As if demanding more touch regardless of my will, it pulsed against my inner thighs.
My hips trembled too, as if urging me to move them quickly.
Finally, my flimsy rationality collapsed completely before instinct.
With trembling, sweat-dampened hands, I reached between my legs again.
The moment my fingers touched the stiffened nub,
intense pleasure and relief at finding its partner washed over me.
But the real problem started now.
"How... do I make this end...?"
Unlike when I had a male body, simply gripping and stroking wouldn't solve this.
Focusing desperately, I shoved my fingers into the slick crevice and rubbed blindly.
The pleasure flooding my mind subsided slightly but didn't disappear completely.
In my desperation, I applied more pressure, roughly grinding against the tight space when—
"Ah, it stings...!"
Sharp pain shot through my head as the overstimulated inner flesh chafed.
Startled into stopping,
the precariously built-up pleasure receded like a tide.
The pleasure had already run far away,
yet the heat in my tightly clenched crevice remained stubbornly unmoved.
No—it pulsed angrily, engorged with neglected blood flow.
"What... am I supposed to do..."
My arms already ached numbly.
My wrists prickled from moving in unfamiliar positions,
but stopping now meant suffering through this terrible heat all night.
Frustrated tears welled in my eyes.
Sniffling, I carefully brought my fingers back between my thighs.
This time, instead of brute force,
I used the slick moisture to gently circle
the most sensitive, swollen nub at the top.
"Ahh-!"
Fireworks exploded in my head.
There.
Pleasure on a completely different level from earlier assaulted me.
As if all my nerves were being violently sucked into that tiny point.
I focused entirely on that spot while my hips twitched.
Though still clumsy, that clumsiness perfectly straddled the line between torment and ecstasy.
Had I been rubbing for ten, no, twenty minutes?
Though my arm felt ready to fall off, I couldn't stop.
As sensations climbed toward climax, my breathing grew increasingly ragged.
My toes curled involuntarily while my spine arched like a bow, wrinkling the bedsheet.
Tears streamed down my cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure I could no longer resist.
While kneading the hypersensitive nub with one finger,
I pushed another finger deep into the tight crevice.
Moving my fingers wildly in sync with my pelvic movements,
the room filled with obscenely wet squelching sounds.
My barely maintained rationality shattered completely as
my overheated body trembled violently.
"Ah, no, is this? A woman's... that? Ah, aahh-!"
My mind went blank as my vision flashed white.
The taut string finally snapped.
An orgasm erupting from deep within my abdomen shattered my body to pieces.
The muscles along my inner thighs convulsed uncontrollably, clenching inward.
Biting the blanket hard, I could only tremble on the bed,
surrendering to the waves of intense afterglow.
Blurred by tears, my sweat-drenched body slumped exhaustedly.
How much time passed?
As my racing heartbeat gradually calmed,
my shattered rationality slowly began returning.
"Was that... a woman's climax?"
I slowly lifted my hand from between my thighs.
A subtly sweet, dreamlike floral scent rose from my sticky fingers.
"Is this... Evening Primrose scent?"
This trait really changes everything.
I wiped my fingers on the blanket.
But this couldn't remove the sticky discomfort between my thighs and inside my pussy.
I need to wash.
I desperately wanted to get up and erase all these shameful traces immediately.
Sleeping like this felt like abandoning my last shred of male pride.
"Ugh, ngh... Get up, damn it..."
Biting my lip, I tried to rise but—
"......Ah."
My body refused to obey.
Every joint felt melted, with not an ounce of strength remaining.
Crushing lethargy weighed down my entire body.
My limbs felt foreign after being overworked to squeeze out pleasure.
Though faint spasms still rippled through my damp thighs,
even those grew numb as overwhelming sleepiness took over.
'No, I need to wash...'
I struggled against fading consciousness, but couldn't fight my drooping eyelids.
In the end, surrounded by my own thick feminine scent,
I fell into deep unconsciousness like fainting.
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[Dungeon Gallery]
Title: When's Wolha's next stream?
ㅇㅇ: She said she's taking tomorrow off
ㅇㅇ: Why no fap material at a time like this?
ㅇㅇ: Even if she streams, her camera's too shitty to see what you want anyway
ㅇㅇ: Lmao what kind of female streamer uses that garbage?
ㅇㅇ: She's a D-rank scrub hunter, probably didn't earn much
ㅇㅇ: Still curious about one thing though
ㅇㅇ: What?
ㅇㅇ: A female hunter that pretty should've been famous already, no?
ㅇㅇ: For real, even if she sucked, someone that hot would've been noticed
ㅇㅇ: Since she got hurt, seems like she does enter dungeons
ㅇㅇ: Maybe hiding in some countryside?
ㅇㅇ: Omg my wife's stuck in some backwater village?
ㅇㅇ: Since when is she your wife?
ㅇㅇ: GTFO to the streamer gallery you simps
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Ding.
- The sun is being created.