Reality Check (1)
The Mother's power was beyond formidable.
The Mother, who had come to thank me for coming to see Her, had been sleeping so deep within the Void that it had taken three years before She finally came to find me. And the last words She left me with, just before returning to the Void, became a command spoken into the world and bound me in place.
Unfortunately, maybe the Mother had not meant anything by it at all. It was probably just a word She tossed out casually, something meant to apply to either a son or a daughter.
But that one little phrase had transformed me like this.
"What the hell."
Mad. Completely fucking mad.
The emptiness left behind by the Mother's departure vanished from my mind in an instant.
Of course it did! One morning I’d just had my cock stolen out from under me!
What the hell kind of joke was this? If this was going to happen, She shouldn’t have bothered coming at all!
It was an ungrateful thing to say, but what was I supposed to do? It was the truth!
Is this a dream?
No. No, it couldn’t be a dream.
The sour smell of alcohol, the bed in a room still thick with the residue of sex.
My hair sticking to the corner of my mouth; everything was horribly, absurdly vivid.
And then there was the strange chill, making my nipples stiffen hard and drawing my attention back to them again and again.
Damn it.
Damn it!
As the fact that this was real sank in, cold sweat began to bead across my skin.
The woman in the mirror stared back at me, utterly flustered.
What are you looking at, you fucking bitch? Want me to fuck you? No—no, get a grip.
This was exactly when I needed to stay calm. Really, it wasn’t that big a deal.
I’d just become a woman with a damn good body to fuck. It was a miserable situation, but for now, I’d live.
There was magic in the world. I could probably find a way back to my original body. Probably.
The more annoying problem was that I was on the verge of losing the very identity of Choi Eunho.
The wealth I’d accumulated.
The honor that came with standing at the top of the Hunter Association.
My position in South Korea.
I’d lose all of it.
Right now, I was nothing more than the woman Choi Eunho had dragged home to use and throw away.
The only fortunate thing was that the Blessing the Mother had given me was still there.
Choi Eunho might have vanished, but the woman who possessed Choi Eunho’s power remained.
I could still enter gates, and hunting monsters wasn’t a problem. Saving mages, changing bodies—if I had this power, none of it should be impossible. It would just take a detour, that was all.
First, I had to take back what was mine.
If Choi Eunho disappeared, then everything would become meaningless.
I hadn’t fought this hard just to vanish like this.
I had to prove to the Association that I was Choi Eunho, then use their help to find a way to get my original body back.
Yeah. For now, that was all I needed to think about.
Just that...
"Why should it be that way?"
...What?
"W-who are you!"
What are you talking about?
"It’s me. Me. ...Huh?"
She was laughing.
And I wasn’t laughing at all.
The woman in the mirror was looking at the woman outside the mirror and laughing.
No.
Was I the one laughing too?
This voice...
It was definitely coming out of my mouth.
"What are you!!"
Ah. Ahh.
Of course it was me. What was I even asking?
"More importantly, are you out of your mind? Mother said it herself. I’m her daughter. Then you should be a good daughter."
Don’t talk nonsense, you fucking bitch!
"H-hah, h-heeee...!?"
Oh, ohoh, ooh—?
What the hell was this? My left hand had moved on its own...
It had pinched my nipple!?
And come to think of it, what the hell was this body?
Why was it so sensitive?
Electricity crackled through me. My legs were shaking.
Standing was getting harder by the second, and my cunt was getting wet.
Saliva ran from the corner of my mouth, and I couldn’t even hold my gaze steady.
The woman in the mirror was touching her own breasts like a raging, desperate bitch in heat.
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
St-stop, stop. Stop touching me!
"Stop thinking such strange thoughts. I’m Mother’s daughter. Let’s make Mother happy."
What... what do you want?
What did that ancient god do to me?
"Let’s have a child."
...What?
"We’re going to have a child. Mother lost all of Her children and was imprisoned in the Void. I became Her new first daughter. Let’s increase the Mother’s descendants. If I bear a child, Mother will bestow Her Blessing on my daughter. Then that child will become Mother’s daughter too, and I’ll gain a Sister."
Y-you’re insane.
"Let’s find a man. We’ll wiggle our hips, put on a seductive act, and take his seed. Make him our master and become his sex slave. Let him cum inside us until we get pregnant, then suddenly disappear and give birth. Then we’ll find another man."
You crazy, filthy whore...
"No! We can make this more efficient than that. We’ll share Mother’s Blessing with the master who puts his cock in us, too. The moment we get a child, we’ll turn that master into one of our sisters as well. Then we can get two sisters at once."
...Ugh.
"Then those sisters will find new masters and bear children too. And then they’ll turn their masters into sisters again, and those sisters will make sisters, and sisters, and sisters, and sisters, and sisters."
Sisters.
Sisters,
Sisters...
"We’ll fill this entire planet with the Mother’s family."
Stop, stop!!
"Shut up—!"
Hahh.
Hahh.
Hahh...!
At last, I got my body back under control.
I slapped my own cheek. I felt like I was going insane. It should have hurt, but somehow the pain didn’t feel entirely bad.
No, no. Focus. I slapped my cheek again, harder this time, forcing my mind back through the sharp sting.
Look away from that insane voice.
Take your thoughts away from that crazy, virus-like thing.
Dammit.
But I understood now.
I felt it just now!
Just hearing that thing talk—just imagining its voice—was enough to make my cunt wet. To make me throb.
What the fuck was this?
What the hell had I been calling Mother all along?
From the beginning.
From the very beginning, it had intended to make me family.
From the moment we met, from the moment it gave me power.
There was no such thing as a contract without a price. The price of the contract had been becoming family, being made into a daughter.
Scattering copies of itself across the world—that was the contract.
Don’t think badly of the Mother.
"Shut up, disappear, you monster!"
It’s true, though.
The Mother simply loved me.
She gave love to me, the one who found Her, and made me Her daughter.
She wanted nothing from me. She simply loved me.
"Then what the hell are you? What are you supposed to be!"
Fine, the body swap was one thing.
But this voice, this voice—what the hell is this voice?!
"No, that’s backward. What are you? Why are you still here?"
What?
"The moment you became Mother’s daughter, your personality should have mixed with mine and become one. Why are you and I still separate?"
Do you understand now?
Do you see how much the Mother cherishes you?
She didn’t erase you.
That too is love.
This fucking god’s love.
...
It was instinct.
The voice in my head was instinct itself.
More precisely, it was the instinct of this body now that it had become It’s daughter.
The holiness of the mother of all life.
The single purpose of living things.
Proliferation.
Reproduction.
The flourishing of the species.
To increase and keep increasing.
The god called It, the one that meant life itself, had made me its daughter.
I couldn’t escape that yoke, either.
Growth and reproduction, over and over.
To put it bluntly, it was monstrous sexual desire.
It wanted family.
Having lost everything and fallen asleep in the Void, it had wanted its own bloodline.
So it changed me, just because I happened to come looking for it. Nothing more than that.
Then, carrying nothing but relief and gratitude, it returned to the Void once again.
But that love was not something a human being could bear.
Instinct whispered to me.
Bear children.
Reproduce.
Split apart.
Flirt with men and make the Mother’s family grow.
Repay the Mother’s love.
Repay the Mother’s love.
Repay the Mother’s love.
Repay the Mother’s love.
Enough.
Please, disappear.
I had to let go.
I had to shed this Blessing.
No, I had to escape this curse.
At this rate, everyone would become daughters.
Everyone. Everyone.
I had to meet It.
I had to ask the Mother to take this away from my head.
If my instinct was telling the truth, then this wasn’t the Mother’s intention.
She had only wanted one daughter.
What I was being driven by now was nothing more than the divinity of what She was, not what She desired.
...She probably wouldn’t hate it, but even so.
Either way, I couldn’t do nothing.
I had to go into the Void and make contact with Her.
Whether I had to break this sexual desire, this Blessing, or the contract itself—whether She got angry and erased me for it or not—I had to make it stop.
If I didn’t, then sooner or later...
At some point, I’d cross the threshold.
At some moment, I’d lose to this voice.
And when that happened, for sure—
Limit Over.
Alien attacks.
Gate invasions.
The Earth being consumed.
The final stage, with the fate of humanity hanging by a thread.
The day humanity ends.
Damn it.
No matter how I looked at it...
How the hell does the world end because of sex...!?
...
"Ah, ahh. Hah. Hahh...! Ah...♡!"
Squelch, squelch.
My fingers moved.
With that one motion, my whole body writhed.
I rubbed my clit slowly. Clear slick poured out of me like a faucet had been turned on. The sheets had already been soaked, dried, and soaked again more times than I could count.
If I even slipped a finger inside, I twisted helplessly and sank deeper into that absurd pleasure. I couldn’t even think properly anymore.
All I could do was keep repeating the same little hand job.
"Oh, ohh♡, ahh... hah."
With my other hand, I kneaded the mountain of my breast.
I squeezed it like dough, then flicked my nipples with my fingers.
Every time I did, my body rocked from side to side and sent an enormous surge of pleasure crackling straight into my brain.
I was soaked all over, whether with sweat or slick—I couldn’t even tell anymore. At this rate I might start leaking milk too.
I’d never even seen a woman who could cum just from her tits alone.
And yet this body could go off just from having its nipples pinched.
"Again, again... I’m cumming again♡, ah, I’m cumming... cumming... cumming...!! Aaaahh♡!"
Spurt—
My slick shot out in a fountain.
I couldn’t hold back at all.
And yet my hands still didn’t stop. Once more. I had to go once more.
Just once more.
I wasn’t doing this because I’d gone insane.
This was my survival strategy. It sounded insane, but it was true.
The instinct in my head was not an easy opponent.
In fact, the real problem wasn’t It at all—it was this instinct itself.
It wanted nothing from me.
But this instinct forced reproduction on me.
It demanded that I fill the whole Earth with the Mother’s family.
There was only one way to escape that voice.
The glorious sage time after climax.
The sinking, settling hush of spent lust.
By repeating masturbation over and over, I could get my mind back.
Once the sexual tension was satisfied, the thing would be temporarily content and sink back down into the depths of my consciousness.
But when I got horny again, when I started thinking about sex again, when my libido rose again, it would resurface and push that insane apocalypse scenario at me once more.
After about ten rounds of masturbation, I could stay free of the voice for roughly two hours.
Honestly, what a rotten fucking efficiency. It would’ve been nice if I could just pass out, but my body, enhanced by the Blessing, never got tired.
And this was a body that had turned sleeping into a hobby. What else could I do?
So.
So, yeah.
Just one more time.
One more. Just one more should be fine, right?
I’d only done it thirteen times so far.
Just one more finger inside.
Just one more squeeze of my breasts.
It’d be fine.
[BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!]
[BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!]
...
"...Huh?"
Ah.
What was I doing again?
Masturbating?
W-what?
How many hours had passed?
Why was I still... doing this?
What was going on?
This was...
The transfer car from the Association...?