The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 89 - The Sword Festival, Part 3 (6)

"E-Eh...?"

My voice came out softer—almost breathy, as if the sound itself wasn't mine. A strange shiver ran through me as I spoke. My hand trembled as I lifted it to my face, my fingers grazing the unfamiliar smoothness of my skin. The woman in the mirror mimicked my movements exactly, her pale fingers pressing against her soft cheeks in sync with mine.

It was like she was copying me.

No—this wasn't just some illusion.

She was me.

A cold chill crept up my spine, yet my body felt oddly warm. My breathing grew heavier as I hesitantly lowered my gaze. The moment I looked down, my stomach tightened.

The floor wasn't as far away as it used to be.

And something was in the way.

A heavy weight sat on my chest—two soft, full mounds of flesh that strained against my shirt. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as my hands moved on their own, fingers closing around them.

Thick. Plump.

Warm.

A sharp jolt of sensation shot through me the instant I squeezed, an unfamiliar heat spreading from my fingertips to my core. A strangled gasp left my lips. My legs trembled beneath me as my body shuddered from the foreign, electric touch.

"E-Eh...?"

Again, the sound left me unbidden, this time filled with something dangerously close to pleasure.

What the hell was happening to me?

I snapped my head up, staring at the mirror with wide, frantic eyes.

That reflection—it really was mine.

But instead of the man I had always known, a woman stood in my place.

Who was she?

Her eyes—my eyes—gleamed with confusion, the same shade I had always had. White hair, short and messy, framed her sharp yet delicate face. Her lips were slightly parted, trembling just like mine.

I didn't recognize her.

And yet...

She was me.

Realization slammed into me like a freight train.

"Ah...!"

A wave of heat crawled up my neck, an unsettling mix of horror and something else—something I didn't want to name—churning in my gut. My thighs pressed together as my breathing quickened.

This body... this was my body.

I had become a woman.

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Leon's POV

A sharp, metallic chime rang through my skull, jolting me awake. It wasn't just any sound—it was the distinct tone that played when I completed a requirement for dominating a woman.

I blinked, groggy, my mind still hazy from sleep.

That couldn't be right.

I hadn't done anything.

My brows furrowed as I checked the system. The name marked off was Johanne's.

Her requirement?

A kiss.

I frowned. "I didn't kiss Johanne."

So what the hell happened?

Did she... kiss me?

Before I could make sense of it, a loud crash shattered the silence. My body tensed. Instinctively, my eyes snapped open, my gaze whipping toward the sound.

And then—I froze.

Johanne was there—except it wasn't Johanne.

A woman stood in his place, awkwardly positioned, her bare legs trembling slightly as if she wasn't used to them. Her white hair, cut short and slightly messy, framed a face that was undeniably beautiful. But it wasn't just beauty in the typical sense.

She was handsome.

Her sharp, defined features gave her an almost regal presence—like someone who carried both masculinity and femininity in perfect balance.

But at least now, her tits were secured.

Her fingers traced over the straps, as if she still couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"How... did this even happen...?" she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

I studied her carefully. "Did you do anything after you woke up?"

The second those words left my mouth—

—her entire body froze.

Her cheeks exploded into the deepest shade of red I'd ever seen.

Ah.

So she really did kiss me while I was sleeping.

She bit her lip, avoiding my gaze, clearly trying way too hard to play it off.

"I-I didn't do anything of the sort! No! By the time I woke up, I was already... like this!"

Right. Sure.

I exhaled through my nose. "Do you even know how to turn back?"

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"...I don't know." She swallowed hard, shaking her head. "I've never experienced this before."

A tense silence filled the space between us.

Then, in a quiet, almost fragile voice, she whispered—

"...Is this really me?"

I watched as her fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt, gripping it tightly.

"...Is this real? And not some weird dream?" Her breath trembled. "I feel like so much crazy things has happened to me before, but this—this is by far the craziest."

She exhaled shakily, her chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

"I mean... why did I turn out like this?"

I said nothing.

Because the truth was—this was her real body.

She had been born this way. Gender-bent from the very start.

But if I told her that now? She'd probably spiral into a full-blown identity crisis. And that was not something I wanted to deal with right now.

So instead, I focused on the real problem.

"Well," I finally said, folding my arms. "The real issue now is—what the hell are we supposed to do with you like this?"

She flinched.

"It's fine for me, sure," I continued. "but I think Tris is gonna to be surprised. And your families? Definitely gonna lose their heads."

She groaned, rubbing her temples.

"I know..." she muttered. "And the school year's creeping up on us... I really don't wanna go back looking like this."

Yeah. That was a huge problem.

Johanne was famous. The handsome knight who had once served the Princess. Even though she had been dismissed—since the Princess now had Angelica at her side—everyone knew her.

And if she showed up to the academy next semester like this?

Yeah. That was gonna be a problem.

She turned to me, her eyes searching mine, filled with uncertainty.

"...Leon," she whispered. "Can you help me?"

I had no idea how to fix this.

But right now, I was the only one who knew about it.

So I had to help.

How, though? That was the real question.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply.

"For now," I said, "we just need to make sure you don't look like the total bombshell of a woman you are right now."

She blinked.

"Lucky for you..." My grin widened. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

"...I've got just the right person in mind."