I stood there, frozen in front of the small pool of water, my eyes fixed on the reflection staring back at me. The fire crackled and spat behind me, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the cave. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the abomination that was me, half woman, half man, my mind still struggling to come to terms with the changes that had taken place.
"Sigh"
My eyes lingered on the cock and pussy that seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the humiliating task that lay ahead. I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me, followed by a surge of desperation. I had to find a way to complete the first quest, no matter how degrading it seemed.
As I stood there, my gaze remained fixed on the reflection, and then I activated my skill, changing form. My vision blurred for a moment as my body began to shift. I chose to switch to the female angel. Why?
Well... come on, even in this absurd situation, I still can't let go of my human desires. A breathtaking female angel with big breasts, a slim and sexy body, and a perfect ass is a must for every male. And even though my mind is that of a male, my heart and body can't resist.
"Ugh"
The changes were rapid, and my right angel side began to expand to the rest of my body like a fire spreading through dry grass. A soft and delicate layer of white skin covered me, and my chest swelled, gaining a pair of voluptuous breasts. And as the change progressed, my left side slowly shrank until it was completely gone.
"So my guess was true, to some degree."
I stood there, still trembling from the transformation, my breath shallow and uneven. The cave seemed quieter now as if even the fire behind me had paused to witness the absurdity of my existence.
My reflection in the pool of water was no longer a grotesque amalgamation of man and woman but a vision of ethereal beauty—a female angel, radiant and flawless. Yet, the weight of my predicament pressed down on me, heavier than ever, since I recognized the face in the water. Sol's face. Actually, it was similar to Sol's in a way—if Sol had a daughter, her face would be like this.
I tilted my head, studying the reflection. My white, long, silken hair cascaded over my shoulders, catching the firelight in a way that made it shimmer like liquid gold. My wings, now fully formed and feathered, stretched elegantly behind me, their pristine whiteness a stark contrast to the dark, damp walls of the cave. I flexed them experimentally, feeling the unfamiliar muscles respond with a grace I hadn't anticipated. It was almost... empowering.
"Nice."
But then my eyes drifted lower, and I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. My new body was undeniably alluring, every curve designed to captivate, to entice. My breasts, full and heavy, rose and fell with each breath, and my hips flared in a way that made me acutely aware of my femininity. I clenched my fists, torn between admiration and disgust. This was me now—this was my reality. And yet, the male mind within me couldn't help but appreciate the perfection of this form, even as it revolted against the circumstances that had brought it about.
"Should I play with them a little?"
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, my voice soft and melodic, a stark contrast to the gruff tone I once possessed. I reached up to touch my face, tracing the high cheekbones and full lips that now defined it. My fingers lingered on my lips, and I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel against someone else's skin... or a cock.
"!!!" The thought sent a jolt of heat through me, and I quickly pulled my hand away, shaking my head to dispel the intrusive idea. The memories of Sol really influenced my mind.
But the more I tried to push those thoughts aside, the more they seemed to take root. My body—this new body—was reacting in ways I couldn't control. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of my own fingers sending ripples of sensation through me. My heart raced, and I could feel a warmth pooling low in my abdomen, a sensation both foreign and achingly familiar. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the rising tide of desire, but it was no use. The male instincts that still lingered within me were at war with this new form, and the conflict was maddening.
"Focus," I hissed to myself, squeezing my eyes shut. "You have a quest to complete. This... this is just a tool. A means to an end."
But even as I said the words, I knew they were a lie. This body wasn't just a tool—it was a part of me now, and the longer I inhabited it, the harder it became to separate myself from its desires. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection once more. My gaze drifted lower, to the place where my cock had once been, and I felt a pang of sadness. It was gone, replaced by a delicate, pink pussy that seemed to glisten in the flickering light of the fire.
However.
"Eh?!... Ahhh!"
"What the fuck?"
I suddenly felt a weird sensation, a strange tingling that seemed to emanate from within my... I can't say it... the womanhood, a foreign and yet not entirely unpleasant feeling. I looked down, my eyes wide, and saw a subtle movement beneath the white, smooth skin. The tingling sensation intensified, and I realized with horror that the folds of my womanhood were swelling, shifting, and changing shape—until I saw a cock begin to grow from my crotch.
"What the actual fuck?"
My mind was racing, trying to process what was happening. The sight of my cock—my dick, growing from my thing—was both shocking and arousing. It was like something out of a twisted nightmare, and yet, there was a part of me that couldn't help but respond to the perverse eroticism of it.
"System... how is this possible?" I couldn't help but ask my assistant, still shocked at the sudden change in my body.
[As the Nephalem of Lust, host, you can transform your sexual organ at will, no matter the gender or race. For example, as a female, you can have a cock or a pussy or both of them. However, keep in mind, host, you can't remove your sexual organs. You must have something.]
"I see."
My fingers twitched, an urge rising within me to explore this strange, new sensation. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and despite the bizarre circumstances, I couldn't deny the appeal of having both genders. It was like a dream come true, and as I watched the cock grow to its full length, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful craftsmanship.
"Fuck... since when have I had a thing for dick girls?" I asked myself, feeling a heat rise to my cheeks. Then a weird, fucked-up thought came to mind. "So based on the system's words, I can also be a man with both genitals."
"Shit... a man with a pussy."
As the thought crossed my mind, a shudder ran through me. A part of me was disgusted at the idea, but another, deeper part couldn't deny the appeal. It was like the best of both worlds, and the possibility was undeniably tantalizing.
"Fuck... I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, my voice strained with a mixture of desire and shame. "What have you done in your life, Sol?"
My body was still thrumming with arousal, the sight of my dual gender and the feel of my cock growing from my womanhood was enough to send me over the edge. The temptation to stroke me was almost overwhelming, and as I reached out a trembling hand, a small part of my brain tried to warn me that this was a dangerous path to walk. At least not now, when I have less than twenty-four hours to live.
Recalling the ticking clock of my life, I had no choice but to fight against the temptations.
"No!... Fuck no, focus!"
With an effort of will, I tore my gaze away from my reflection and turned to the fire, its flames licking the air in an almost hypnotic dance. The heat from the flames was intense, and I could feel my skin prickling with sweat. However, I managed to hold and activate my skill again, changing form.
No matter how hard I tried to deny my new reality, I accepted the fact that I must find a dick to ride or die, and for that, I need to have the proper equipment. Since I was in hell, my angel side was a big no, so my only option was my demon side, and a female demon was a female with a pussy.
'...'
What?!... I can be a man with a pussy, that would be hot, but no, no, no, not the right time or place. Maybe next time... fuck, I can't believe I thought of next time.
'FUCK YOU, SOL!'
And the moment I completed the thought, the familiar sensations returned, the shifting, changing, and reshaping of my body. This time, it was quicker. The transition from angel to demon was smooth. My skin darkened, taking on a more demonic red hue, and my wings morphed into large, leathery bat-like appendages. My hair, now black as midnight, cascaded down my shoulders in thick waves, and my features sharpened, taking on a more feral cast. My breasts were still full and voluptuous, and my hips flared in a way that was both feminine and powerful. I was a demoness, a creature of pure lust and desire.
"Damn... of course, my demon side is a succubus."
The thought was enough to make me groan. The irony wasn't lost on me, but as much as I wanted to complain and curse at Sol, I had more pressing matters to attend to. The first quest was a ticking clock, a race against the clock, and the only way to succeed was to find a partner.
"A partner to fuck me."