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There was something lonely being the hero. All of these responsibilities and expectations from others were now shoved against their backs. A hero was always expected to win. Always expected to keep charging forward and bring hope to wherever he travelled. Cortisol and adrenaline would surge through the body on his various adventures. And yet after a while, even the sensations will go numb. Every emotion greyed out, accompanying each rational thought. For a red-haired hero, Adol began feeling weary about his journey. He still pushed forward of course. But with him being mute, he had no outlet to vent to. Party members all looked up to him as this noble leader after being recruited, villagers all cheered whenever he arrived and even monsters all played their part, attacking them. Watching the campfire, the hero leaned against the trees. He watched as his fellow party members slept while he scanned around him for danger. What used to be exciting was now nothing more than him going through the motions. He knew why he was doing this. Knew what he could do and fought for the right causes but… that was it. The feelings that accompanied him were gone now. Maybe it was just growing up. People mature and their emotions become blander. It felt bad to him. When dreams made him feel more primal emotions than in real life. With that green haired lady nagging at him about his duties while he donned blue silky hair, he at least felt something there. He glanced back at the stars. Used to be so excited watching them twinkle back at him. How the years had passed since he started. Nodding off, he went into slumber. Another vivid dream played in his mind. People approached him, scolding him for ‘neglecting her duties’ or how he was always ‘wandering around’. He wore a sheepish smile, apologising to them. Instead of the gruff voice he believed to have, it was a brighter higher-pitched feminine voice. Felt nice actually to hear actual words out of his mouth. Looking to the side, he spotted two taller ladies — the same green one and grey-haired lady talking to him. Saying stuff like ‘Dana, you need to play your role as the maiden. Stop goofing off!’ Huh, supposed he is Dana in the dream. Like a recording, his body moved along. “Hehe, sorry Olga.” “And th-” Just before she could finish, Adol was shaken awake. Ricotta, with a panicked expression, covered her mouth. He raised his eyebrows, shrugging her off. In a hushed whisper, she explained, “The Primordials are below us. We have to escape.” His other party members did the same. Squatting down, they carefully watched the primordials stomping against the ground. Adol nodded, now taking the lead towards their descent. They had to get out of here before the beasts below sniffed them. Yet, a strange feeling was luring him away. Away from the Castaway Village and into the ruins. Memories of his dreams floated up once more, urging him to enter into the ruins. But he couldn’t possibly leave his party memb- A loud screech interrupted his thoughts. The monsters soon came after them. And within the chaos, he took a left while the others scrambled down to the village. Somehow his presence drew them in as he dashed for his survival. Little temptations to give up seeped in. To let this journey come to an end but his adrenaline just wouldn’t allow that. Spotting a large tree that towered over them, he slid himself in between the roots, hearing the other monsters crashing into the roots. He panted, leaning against the roots. With the other Primordials leaving him, he could finally rest up. He glanced up at the tree, now feeling a distinct tug that pulled him closer into the tree itself. Guess this was where the ruins led to. The situation was becoming more dire each day; more Primordials spawned from beneath the Earth while he and his party were powerless to defeat the swarm. They were essentially playing tower defense on a crumbling village. He rubbed against his eyes, feeling the weight against his shoulders. He was taking a risk. A risk to change something within the ruins. This absolutely had to work. Else… they were all dead. Walking into the tree, cyan words glowed. In there, it read: ‘ Adol, within this tree, there’s three trials awaiting for you before you unlock my powers. Each trial will change you further and further on, evolving into a different form. I promise, you will be able to save everyone on this island but… are you willing to forsake yourself? ‘ Adol nodded. Interesting to see his name imprinted. Almost as if this was destiny, asking him to claim his power. But the last question was unnecessary; he was willing to do anything if it meant saving the people on this island. Even losing himself. Stepping into the trees, a voice suddenly spoke out. Ah Adol, you have finally arrived. Adol scanned the hollow room with runes glowing against the wooden surfaces. Guess this was some spirit talking to him. Indeed, I am but a mere spirit. I’m Dana, your guide to the trials. For your first one, you’re going to start by carving out the runes on the wood itself with your bare hands. Without hesitation, Adol began tracing out the wood and peeling out the bark in accordance with the runic symbols. It was easier said than done with wood flakes shoving into his nails. His mind still concentrated on carving it out. Tingles shivered through his body. Must be the dense mana in the air he assumed. While his crimson hair turned light green, it stretched longer and deeper down to his back. His spine merged to drop his height an inch or two. Bit by bit, his eyes turned green while his shoulders narrowed together. His face softened alongside his hair on his arms and legs smoothened out. Tan lines now brightened up. By the time he finished the first line of runes, he shook his head, now noticing the long hair behind him. Bright green like the leaves above. Adol tied his hair up (more akin to tying them like a knot) It was getting irritating, flinging them around with each crave. Still, he never had hair this long or silky. And it felt nice just rubbing against them. Going down to the second row, his new shorter height guided him naturally. It worried him a little. How would he defend the village when he was this short or with such long hair but his gut feeling reassured him. This was his ‘evolution’ so to speak. His nails sharpened with each carve, allowing the task to be cleared much faster than before. Thoughts seeped into his mind at how soft his skin even though muscles overshadowed their more feminine nature. Bones around his skull shifted into a rounder shape, one with lesser sharper angles but with more gentle curves. Must be the evolution that they were referring to. When he finally completed, a pair of brown gloves appeared behind him. Dana giggled before continuing. Well done, Adol! Now that you have finished your first trial, I believe you can finish the rest in no time. These are your new gloves when you use my earthly form. Adol nodded. Grabbing the gloves up, he felt the floor beneath him sinking deeper into the trees, watching countless runes pass by his moving body. Occasionally, clear water popped by the sides. He sipped on the water, looking into its reflection and now seeing his feminine face. It looked…familiar. Like he had seen this somewhere before with its big eyes and cheerful demeanor. He brushed aside his bangs. Upon closer inspection, he was now a feminine guy with muscular features. Ones that he had trained for countless years and yet in this new body, it stuck out. He tapped his feet. Huh, somehow he actually felt he was enjoying himself. More so than the usual numbness. The platform soon stopped before a door of wood opened, revealing bright lights outside. Shadows of critters scurried around. In response, he readied his sword, prepared to take them down. Only to be stopped by Dana. Put down your sword Adol. This next trial will be about your agility and dexterity. Within the light, you must capture all of the slimes within five minutes. To help you with it, you may equip the clothes now behind you. Glancing back, Adol gave an exasperated expression. No way was he wearing some yellow bikini. It could barely fit into his body… Those are actually my clothes… but fret not. If you don’t feel that you’re comfortable wearing them now, I’ll just help you put it on during the trial. The man blinked. Eh, these trials were going to end soon, he should probably get this over with. Putting down his equipment, he chased after the slimes. But yet, he was always out of reach of them. Just a step too slow under the warm lights. With each step he took, his muscles flattened and shrunk. In exchange, he was becoming faster, now almost being able to keep up with the slimes. His height dropped by another couple inches alongside his hair turning yellow, similar to the lights. Faster and faster, his clunky shoes now became sandals with his protective gear dropping off. One piece at a time. He finally captured one of the slimes in his regular clothes. He wore this huge grin, before spotting that he was in his regular clothes. Even then, his clothes were too baggy and loose for him. Ah, perfect time to change you into my outfit. A snap immediately changed his clothes into hers. Immediately, he covered his groins, blushing bright red. In exchange however, he felt much faster, like a burst of energy was rushing through his legs. Bah! He had a trial to finish. In a sprint, he managed to capture multiple slimes in one go, travelling like wind had brushed through him. However, his nipples swelled up and grew into the curvy fabrics for each slime he captured. Once he captured all ten of them, he glanced down at his now large breasts. Like peaches attached to his chest, he couldn’t help but feel self conscious about himself. The slimes faded into particles while some music played in the background. Well done, Adol! Now you have cleared this trial, you can now use my light magic. The lights went out, leaving him in complete darkness. Go on. Point your finger up. You’ll see orbs of light, illuminating your path. Doing as he told, he marvelled at the tiny lights that shone within this mysterious place. Adol raised his eyebrows, now curious at what she meant by ‘my’ magic. And what did that have to do with him, getting breasts. The ground now sunk deeper down. Mirrors scattered around the walls and with the light he, his reflection now showed a very feminine Adol. Muscles were no longer present while his busty chest drew his eyes in. Right Adol. I suppose I owe you an explanation for all of this, don’t I? He nodded. This spirit now sounded more familiar but he couldn’t put his finger to it. But it wasn’t anyone he knew nor anyone he talked to. He rubbed against his head, trying to piece it together. Adol. Do you remember your dreams? That was when it clicked. It was his voice. Or her voice? Every time he talked, her voice was the one that came out of it. That explained why it was so familiar. He nodded eagerly, had she been sending these dreams to him? Indeed. To cut the long story short, this island is cursed. Cursed with Wardens who wanted our species to evolve using whatever means possible. Through meteorites and monsters, they will kill off every other species except for one for the sole purpose of evolution. This is called the Lacrimosa I… I was chosen to be one of the wardens. Forced to watch my own people perish, I lashed out at the other wardens. Adol teared up a little. Through his many years of adventures, he had never heard of a tale this tragic. And judging by the shakiness of her voice, it had a detrimental effect on her. I planned for decades, even centuries to take my revenge. To stop this series of Lacrimosa once more. But I was a step too late. They launched another Lacrimossa, this time targeting your generation of people in the form of the Primodials. I'm so sorry. The platform came to a sudden halt. Adol reached his hand out. He knew he couldn’t do much for a spirit but he just wanted to comfort her. To let her know that she wasn’t all alone here. She cleared her throat a little before continuing. Sorry, where was I? Ah yes, I was too late to stop them. And in my rage, I took them down and absorbed their powers. So after taking them down, I had a premonition that you were going to become the next warden. And because of that, I began building up these ruins for you. For you Adol to inherit my powers and end this cycle. Once and for all. The wood suddenly shifted apart to create a door. Adol walked forward, now seeing a serene scene filled with lakes and bodies of water with glowing runes once more. Alright, here’s your final trial. The trial of reflection. Hold your breath and look beneath one of the lakes. From there, you shall inherit my entire being. Except me of course. He raised his eyebrows. Except her? But wasn’t that included as well? Where was she going now? Sorry I didn’t mention it before. I think I’m just really bad at goodbyes. But yes, the wardens are the ones to start the Lacrimossa. And as long as I exist (even as a spirit), the Lacrimossa cycle will keep continuing. Adol solemnly stared down into the water. This… this wasn’t fair, was it now? He stepped on the ground, clenching his fists. Yeah… but once you inherit my powers, you can destroy Primordials with ease. Now Adol, dive into one of the lakes and inherit me. I’ll still be with you for a little longer. I hope so. He nodded. Taking in a deep breath, he plunged into the river. Dana chanted prayers while Adol’s vision blurred out. Visions of the past flooded his mind. Every memory Dana had experienced, every interaction she had, and every regret she carried flooded into his mind. Yellow hair turned cyan blue like the waters. Though he was under water, he could still breathe normally. Must be the evolution Dana was talking about. His mind could distinctively separate the two different memories; Dana’s experiences and his own as an adventurer. Yet, her memories had so much life. So much energy in each of them that he couldn’t help but feel emotional about it. Tears formed in his eyes, merging and combining with the water around them. That flat ass curved to form a nice peach bump while his breasts swelled slightly bigger. In the corner, he could hear Dana apologising. This might be a little selfish of me since I’m changing your body into mine. But I always imagined how I would look if I was a little older. A little sexier with those curves. Adol blinked. They were certainly heavier around his body, causing his dick to throb. But this was a small price to pay. She was literally handing him the keys to save the world; if he had complained here, it would be a little much, wouldn’t it? Not like he could anyways. Though, he wouldn’t deny how good he felt with them. Dana giggled a little. You know, I wanted to do so much more. I wanted to play games with the children or gossip with Seria about Olga. Or to just learn more moves as the priestess of the town and what not. I… I’m rambling here, aren’t I? Pressure deflated within Adol’s dick. It quietly shifted up while his testicles merged into his body. And there, his new cunt opened up while his dick now acted as his clitoris. He, no, She now felt ready. Gasping for fresh air, Adol glanced back at herself. Her clothes turned blue with her breasts and ass tightly squeezing against them. Damn, she was a looker. She rose to her feet before a soft sigh escaped. A sigh? “Ah?” She called out, now realizing she could talk. Her voice was identical to Dana’s of course but for the first time, she could say words and talk to others. Tears streamed from her eyes. Adol had always accepted that she was mute. Always going to be like a personality trait of his. But… being able to cry and hear it was incredible. Ah yes, that’s my final gift to you. Hopefully, you won’t find my voice too irritating. Not like you can change it now. Come, just walk straight ahead to finalise your evolution. Following her instructions, Adol walked down the path and entered into a grassy field. The cracks between the large roots filled the grass with sunlight while a grave stood there. Beside it was a pair of crescent blades, emitting power out. Squatting down, Adol read the grave out loud. Her words slurring at the start. “Here lies Dana Iclucia. XX - 21AD May she rest in peace.” Adol glanced up. Yeah, it’s a little something stupid I made for myself. If it isn’t too much, could you come and visit my grave? Just tidy it here and there. Not like I’m around to see, you know. But… if it's you Adol, I… I hope we can talk someday. “Dana…thank you for all of this.” Adol grabbed on the crescent blades, feeling the power surge into her new body. It was immense. Nothing too intense to the body but it felt as though she had just fallen into a sea of power. Slowly, it came in waves, rushing through her smaller spine. Thank you too for existing. Now go save the world! “Dana? Are you still there?” Adol called. Silence was the only reply. She swung Dana’s crescent blades, side to side. Each slash could easily cut through the Primordials thick scales. Slouching at her graves, Adol cried once more. This wasn’t right. She had the power to save the people in the village. But she was also the only one, carrying Dana’s death with her. Her memories, her existence, her past. Adol had to take a moment to mourn for her. It was short knowing her. Less than five hours. But to Adol, she had known her entire life story on repeat. Adol brushed her blue hair to the side. No. She couldn’t be just Adol. She had to let everyone know that she changed. She stood there. Thinking of what to do. To carry on Dana’s memory. And there, she thought of it. Changing her name to Daola, just to carry her on. She wiped the dust off her grave stone before wiping off her tears. This was the end, wasn’t it? A mark appeared behind her back, surging her body with strength. Right, she had a world to save. With a single leap, she managed to spot the Primordials outside the tree. Time to finally end this cycle. With her blades, she slashed through the Primordials with ease. And with their fallen bodies, their other comrades ran off, fleeing into their nest. Yet, Daola didn’t feel a tinge of exhaustion. No, she was running on a high and it kept on going. She made a pit stop to the Castaway Village. Told them briefly on what happened and regrouped to plan for the attack. She knew that she could easily follow their trail and crush their nest once and for all. Although many of them expressed their shock and disbelief, they quickly returned to the matter at hand. Now with hopes in their eyes. That was exactly what they needed to defeat these beasts. They planned for an attack. One decisive strike to slay them all. They struck before the sun rose. Following Daola’s lead, the combatants gathered their weapons as she used her luminous form to guide the team. With her dim light, they walked towards the nest and struck the sleeping beasts. Daola still carried the team. With one strike, she could easily kill one of them. And with how swift and fast she was, none of them could even catch up to her. The others played their roles: The regular fighters were aided on by healers and spell casters; the rogues came in as decoy for the others and the paladin soaked up damage while they headed deeper into the nest. When the sun rose, all that’s left of the cave were the corpses of these beasts. Daola collapsed onto the floor with a smile on her face. With Doji carrying her back to the village, everyone cheered as they prepared a feast on these beasts themselves. That night, Doala dreamt of Dana once more. Smiling at her as she faded into the sky. She reached out to her, begging her to stay but she merely shook her head and pointed back at her. And just before she could respond… her eyes blinked open. Doji was sitting there. “Ado-Doala you’re up?” She rubbed her eyes. “Yeah… what happened?” “Nothing much… just that you saved the world again and you fainted.” “Yeah, I get that. I mean what happened to everyone else.” He pointed to the window. Daola peeked over, seeing everyone sleeping outside the streets with mugs all over the place. All of them had a grin attached. “Everyone just celebrated our victory of course. Too bad, our saviour couldn’t be there to celebrate.” She looked over sheepishly, scratching her cheeks. “I mean… I just blacked out from that fight. Never had that much power before with these blades.” “Though I am trying to get used to seeing you with blue hair now and the fact that you’re a talking girl.” She brushed her hair to the side. “Yeah, that would take a while…” “Seriously, I still couldn’t believe the silent guy just became this cheerful hot gi-” Daola punched him gently in his arm. “Gah, even your punches have no weight to them.” Daola sighed. “Probably used all of her powers yesterday.” “Her?” “Right, I had to tell you about her.” She poked at herself. “For now let me just wash up, alright?” “Heh, whatever you say.” When Daola returned, she explained everything to her childhood friend. From how she had dreams of being a woman to how she encountered the trials, all of which only shocked the man further. Still, she could finally ‘feel’ something now. Maybe it was because of the change but everything had more color to them. More vibrant. From the streets to the people. Everything was sparkling. Even food had more flavors. More texture. Alas, all good things must come to an end. She and Doji decided to go back to the city, alongside her other castaways. The residents profusely thanked Daola; the children gave her their own fruits and berries while the adults gave her more sentimental souvenirs in the form of runes or clothes. Once the ship was repaired, they began their journey back to the central city. Although Daola changed genders, her preferences didn’t change. She still viewed Doji as her best friend and as both of them now decided to wing man each other in their relationships. To quote from Doji, ‘Daola, Daola, we’ve been single for so many years now… now that you’re this hot girl, you might as well use your charm to your advantage, right?’ “Even if I charm the ladies, you’re just going to scare them away, you know?” “That’s not true. I’ve seen how Laxia looked at me.” The boat tumbled to the right, startling the duo on the side. They lowered their voices. Now acutely aware of their surroundings. After all those years of adventures, it would be nice for them to settle down and have someone to lean on (other than each other). And in an ironic twist of fate, Daola soon discovered a note within her blades. And inside it was Dana’s final message. There, it read: ‘Adol, after fighting and fending off the island, you might’ve noticed how much weaker you are. That’s because my powers had faded throughout the years (though immense) and as a result, you will be weakened. But don’t worry. After centuries of experimentation, I discovered that an evolved person (like the two of us) can charge our powers back through interacting with people. This means forming strong and deep bonds from others! Alright, that’s it from me! Enjoy yourself~’ “Alright, alright, so what’s your type in the ladies?” Doji whispered, “Everytime I ask, you just refused to write the answer… but now that you can speak freely, I will keep this secret for you. Forever. You know, like brothers in arms.” The reborn maiden fidgeted against her hair. Images of the many women she had encountered in her journeys flashed in her mind. From the spunky type to the more conservative ones, she was overwhelmed by the choices with her cheeks flushing red. “So what’s your answer, Adol?” “Err, ummm…” “Or is it me?” “Ew no!” She pushed Doji away. “I mean, I like… those… mat…mature ladies?” Doji leaned forward, narrowing the distance upon hearing footsteps behind them, “So someone like Griselda?” “Why would you say her name like that!” She squirmed, feeling her cheeks flushed redder than before. “I mean… she’s pretty…” “Ooo… you like those elder sister types, don’t you? Getting pampered a-” Immediately upon hearing a familiar voice behind them, the duo turned around. Their hands behind their backs, seeing Laxia walking towards them, “So what are you two talking about?” Leaning towards Daola, she asked, “And is Doji being a perv?” “No, no, I mean we’re just chatting about how the days are! You know how… good the weather is…” Daola’s eyes glanced towards the grey clouds that were heading their way. “What brings you here, Laxia?” Doji nudged against her back, winking at her. Guess it was showtime. Daola stepped forward, chuckling, “So how’s the trip been so far…?” “I mean it's great. Why don’t we go into the bunks together? Then we can talk more about this, wouldn’t you say?” “Right. Right.” “Oh my god, it will be a girl's night! Just the three of us in a room, chatting! I’m sure you haven’t learned enough about your body, right Daola?” Daola stepped back a little. A little guilt around her heart. “I mean… aren’t you bothered that I was a guy like a week ago?” “Nonsense.” Laxia grabbed onto her smaller wrists and pulled her towards the basement. “It's not like you’re becoming a guy after this. Plus with how you’re blushing right now, all I see is a cute maiden in front of me.” Going into their rooms, Griselda waved at the duo. “So nice to personally meet the saviour of the village.” “It…it’s nothing much.” Closing the door, Laxia snapped her fingers. “Alright, let’s have a little girl night, shall we? Let’s talk till the sun breaks!” Most of the night was spent talking on how Daola even got her form. How she changed into becoming this all powerful being. Or how was the transition for her. Daola didn’t mind answering them but… she was feeling more self conscious about herself. All of these emotions swirled in her mind. Not being numb was one thing; being overwhelmed by embarrassment and awkwardness was another. She imitated how the ladies acted. Even within Dana’s memories, it was clear that she had much to learn in front of these noble ladies. Finally came the dreaded topic about crushes. Griselda waved her hand off, chuckling when she asked the questions. “So do any of the guys catch your eyes around here? I’m sure you young probably have someone in mind.” Both of them blushed up. For Laxia, her loud voice now softened as she tried to avoid the question. For Daola, she was staring directly at her crush. “Ah, you don’t have to tell me, you know? It was just a fun question to throw in there.” Laxia immediately retorted, “Then what about you? Do you have any crushes on th-” “Not any of the guys.” She glanced out into the window. “I have more… sapphic interests…” Daola’s heart sank a little. Did that mean her chance was gone? Upon spotting her little frown, Laxia asked, “So if hypothetically, Daola asked you out on a date. Would you go out with her?” Grisleda laughed while Daola covered her face. Her blue hair couldn’t hide her blush. “Are you talking about her in her Adol form or her currently?” “Her currently!” The older lady leaned forward and brushed against her jaw. “Well… with someone this brave and kind to save the world, one would naturally fall for her, wouldn’t they?” Daola’s heart was thumping so loud, she could barely register any of her words. “Oh my, did I tease you too hard?” Daola’s hand grabbed around her wrists, pulling her forward. “I…is that a yes?” “On a date with our hero?” Laxia covered her mouth, watching the two closing the distance with each other. Sparks were flying between their blinks and she was in the front row seat. “Why, that would depend on your answer, wouldn’t it?” Daola’s voice was muffled, answering her. “Sorry?” “Yes…” She answered, locking eyes with her. “I… I would love that.” Laxia squealed from the sides as Grisleda giggled while she covered her mouth. “I supposed the stars aligned today.” Her cheeks grew scarlet. “Seems like my small little crush had come true after all.” Her lips went in on her smaller cheek. And in that special moment, a kiss landed. Daola blinked, widening her eyes. Emotions now in a whirlwind. No, a hurricane with how violently they flew in her mind. Grisleda soon got up and left. Her voice stuttered. “I n…need to take some fresh air, alright?” With both of their faces bright red, Daola couldn’t stop the butterflies within her stomach. To think she also had a crush on her? The stars really did align, didn’t it? Laxia was still fangirling about it, tightly embracing Daola with a wide grin. Doji congratulated her once he knew the news but added in a small little request. “Any chance that I can get together with Laxia?” “Umm…” “Hey, we’re comrades for life. Help a brother out, please.” “Ok but Laxia has a crush on someone. I don’t know who it is bu-” “So it's definitely me. I’ve seen the way she looks at me.” Daola rolled her eyes. “Yep. Yep. Why don’t you just confess to her then? Since you’re so confident.” “Daola, I need you to break the ice. You know, give me a nicer impression towards Laxia?” Walking out of the door, she nodded along. “Right, right. I’ll try my best, alright Doji?” Aside from that, the remaining days on the ship were sweet. Honey sweet. Whenever Laxia and Daola were in the same room, Laxia would be nudging against her arm, asking her how they were progressing. Daola only had a couple of conversations. Short ones with Grisleda but they were enough to fill her dreams with her purple hair and mature looks. As for helping Doji, Laxia straight up didn’t want to listen to anything good about Doji. Calling him a ‘brute’ with his appearance and strength. Daola nodded along, confirming Doji’s dreams to be squashed into bits. When they finally reached the city, Grisleda walked up to Daola and told her, “So I have some affairs to handle at my palace first hence I won’t be able to have our little date as of now.” Daola immediately showed a little pout with her shoulders drooping. No more going on an immediate date with Grisleda off the ship… The taller lady caressed against Daola’s jaw, giggling a little, “Sorry dear, it just comes with the role of a princess. But… I should be done in a week. Just name your place and I’ll be there, alright?” Immediately, Daola’s eyes lit up. “Alright ummm me and Doji will be staying at the inn down the streets. Don’t think we’ll be going for any adventures in the meantime. So maybe we can meet there once you’re done with your stuff?” “Sounds like a plan, darling.” Leaning forward, she gave a little peck on her cheeks, causing Daola’s heart to race and thump out of her chest. Winking her goodbye, she took one of the carriages. Daola’s eyes locked on the carriage. Her heart almost melted with her hands waving Grisleda goodbye. Doji nudged against Daola. His eyes sunken while he sighed out. “G…Good to see you getting your lo…love.” “Hey! I mean if I didn’t have this body, I probably wouldn’t even be dating her!” “Rig….right… just like how I had this body, Laxia found me disgust…sorry I mean a ‘brute’.” Daola grabbed onto his large hands and pointed at the inn. “You know what, let’s just drink your sorrows away tonight. Drink’s on me!” And thus the duo went into the inn. Gazes immediately turned to see Daola’s features — nobody recognising her as the great Adol that saved the world but instead were momentarily interested in her sexy body. It was quickly shut down by the presence of Doji. Who had this aura of sorrow. Like if anybody tried to do anything, he would break them down with his strength. The night passed with Doji drowning down mugs and mugs of cheap booze. Ranting about how sad his love life was. Or how cruel Laxia’s rejection was to him. And thus late at night, Daola had to carry him upstairs (with whatever strength she regained from getting Grisleda’s bond up). The following days were slower and calmer. No more adventures to be fighting. Just living her life as a woman in the streets. Though she definitely had to get new clothes, cheap ones to cover her other parts. In Dana’s memories, her outfit was considered modest and a sign of the priestess. Centuries later, her current outfit revealed way too much of her skin and it showed in others gazes that shifted towards her. Even Doji couldn’t help but take a peek here and there. And thus, she bought something more conservative that covered her belly more properly. Other than that, her mind gravitated towards two topics. Her future now that she’s Daola and Grisleda herself. For the former, she really didn’t know what to do. Adventures were fun yet after whatever happened in those isles… She wanted a break. For how long, she couldn’t tell. Maybe when she had a tenth of when she had inherited all of Dana’s powers? Felt like even though she had reached the pinnacle of strength, everything now felt lower than how it used to be. Like everything just paled in comparison to whatever happened in those two days. Except for her emotions of course. Her emotions and feelings were brighter than ever. It was so much easier to express them through talking. And with these feminine hormones (she suspected), she was much more attuned to her feelings. Comparing her past self as Adol to her current self would be comparing the day and night. Yes, she was weaker now but she just felt more alive. More present in the moment, unlike him in the past, dazed at how everything felt. Only being propelled forward by emotions. And it showed clearly. Whenever Grisleda popped within her mind, a smile would immediately surface as memories of their conversations would flood back. Like how she had gotten the kiss from her or how she actually liked her. She was absolutely smitten. Everyday, she was counting down the days to her eventual date with Grisleda. With her warm smile directed towards her. Heavens. If a smile could kill, hers would have killed Daola a thousand times. Finally, the day arrived. Daola waited outside the inn, excitedly. Her little feet were tip-toing up and down, awaiting for that carriage to approach her. Doji could only laugh at how corny she was, claiming that she was a dog awaiting her owner. “Oh shush Doji, you’re just jealous that I had an actual love life.” “Yeah, yeah and you’re stationed right outside the inn, peering over to see if your owner is coming.” Daola flushed red. “If I was a dog, I would have loved Grisleda to be my ow-” “Who is a dog now?” A familiar warm voice cooed into Daola’s ears. As Daola let out an excited shriek, Doji returned to the room, waving her good luck. “Oh darling, have you been waiting for me all this time?” Daola shook her head. “No… I was umm defending this inn from any monsters.” The lady snickered. “Guess I’ll need you to defend my palace from any monsters now, don’t I?” Grabbing onto Daola’s slender wrists, she pulled her into her personal carriage. With the chauffeur opening the door, the two sat beside each other. Grisleda’s head leaned against Daola’s smaller body, causing Daola to freak out. Her perfume was engraved inside Daola’s nostrils. The door soon closed as the carriage moved forward. “Dao Dao, I missed you so much too. But there’s just so much stupid paperwork that I have to go through. Stupid nobles demanding ridiculous things.” Daola’s hands slipped above Grisleda’s. Her warmth radiating from her soft hands. “You really do?” She nodded. “I promise you that if I could’ve skipped out on the work, I would’ve come and see you earlier. But alas, stupid nobles needed stupid things.” Her eyes glanced over Daola’s clothes. “So you like these types of dresses?” “Not really… I mean it’s better than everyone staring at me with my previous attire.” Grisleda giggled. “Yeah, I didn’t think Dana would wear such revealing clothes as the priestess but I supposed times had changed before them, right?” “Indeed.” Grisleda leaned in closer. “So any plans for tonight? I suppose I’ll take the lead for such an adorable lady like yourself.” The smaller girl squirmed in her seat. Being so close to her wasn’t good for her racing heart as it slammed against her chest louder and heavier. But she wanted Grisleda to take care of her so badly. With her mature personality pampering her. Grisleda backed up a little, noticing how red she was. If she had been any redder, she might’ve just exploded. “Sorry for the tease, Dao Dao.” “I never said to stop…” “You’ll be saying that once I’m done with you tonight.” She licked against her lips. “Oh by the way, are you hungry?” “Nope. I think I’m feeling fine now.” “Then want to dress up?” She said with a large grin, “When I was younger, my parents would keep throwing clothes at me. I wasn’t really into fashion like my other siblings and so they had just piled up in my wardrobe doing nothing. So they would need a new master, wearing them, won’t they?” Daola shook her hands, completely flustered. “Wait, wait, wait, you mean wearing your clothes? I mean… isn’t that going too fast for the first activity?” Grisleda chuckled louder this time round. “Oh, Dao Dao, are you thinking of those more proactive clothes?” Her averting eyes gave it away. “Oh heavens no. Imagine my parents giving me these clothes as a present. They would never do that. What I meant are those frilly dresses and princess clothes. Like you’re pretending to be a princess.” Daola sighed in relief. “I s-” “But I could show it to you if you want tonight. And if things go well, you won’t just pretend to be a princess.~” Silence erupted within the room. Daola’s mind just froze, thinking of any words to tell Grisleda. As for the older lady, it was simply too fun to tease Daola. To think that she was the hero who saved the world from the Primodials. And now here she was frozen on what to reply next. Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the silver gates to the mansion. The chauffeur opened the door and promptly Grisleda tugged against Daola’s arm towards the smaller exit. “Wait, why aren’t we going through the front door?” asked Daola. “Well…” She took a turn to the right before heading straight towards a smaller gate. “Because there’s this shortcut.” Opening the gate with a key, they entered the mansion. Guards lined around the perimeter, greeting Grisleda as they passed by. And using the stairs at the back, they climbed up the third story to see Grisleda’s neat and tidy room. “Have a seat!” She gestured before going through her wardrobe. Her room was exactly what Daola had imagined. In the middle of her room was her bed with purple gowns and frills. There on her desk by the corner had books stacked upon one another. From history to the geopolitics of the world. And within her bookshelves hid away more fictional books. Categories into different parts and sections. Grisleda pulled out a couple dresses — all of which had frills and gowns with their puffy fabric. Daola rubbed against the soft fabric. It was definitely more expensive than the cheap cloth she had haggled in the streets. “Wait, is this silk?” “Good eye, Dao Dao.” She tossed the blue one to Daola. “Go on, why don’t you give it a try?” “Wait… should I even we…wear this?” “Oh my apologies, you aren’t comfortable wearing here, right?” Daola shook her head. “I mean… I’m a guy, cosplaying as a pr-” “You were a guy, Daola. Now all I see is a beautiful girl that I want to date” She corrected her, “And don’t worry about looking weird, I’ll still love you under these fabrics. Or are you just embarrassed?” “I…I mean…” She gripped against a silky blue dress, tightening it up. She? Wearing this? Glancing by the mirror, she glanced at herself. It was only natural Grisleda wanted her to wear it. Daola’s face simply had an adorable factor that exuded a klutzy princess’ charm. “Fin…fine I’ll wear it.” “Daola, if you’re embarrassed, it's alright t-” Taking off her cheap fabric, Doula covered her breasts, swaying to the side. She couldn’t get used to her nude self, even after many many times of her being naked in her room. Doing ‘self exploration’ she claimed. It was natural. Years of living as a man stunted the adjustment process, especially with how she had previously viewed herself. Dana’s memories helped but she never quite saw herself as Dana. She was Adol after all, no matter who or what people said. And as a young man swapping into a younger bubbly body with assets certainly, she couldn’t help but get excited. Tracing along Dana’s memories, she followed her steps. Like how her mother dressed her up as a kid. Grisleda peeked with great interest while Daola squirmed with her hands navigating the dress. “Come on, Dao Dao, just spin around.” “Hey… it's embarrassing!!” She rebutted. With her hands following the lines, she put on the dress from under. A breeze brushed through her smoother skin. With the softer fabrics caressing against her skin, she glanced back at herself, twirling in front of the mirror. Her reflection was beautiful, as the clothes emphasised her various curves. Grisleda got up and went behind Daola. With both her hands on her shoulders, she cooed into her ear, “Want to try more of the dresses, darling?” “C…can I? A warm blush surfaced up onto her face. Her eyes stole a peek on the clothes. “A…aren’t these yours?” “Unfortunately, they don’t fit me now. I’m a little too mature for them.” Daola blinked, a little startled. “So are these you-” “They’re my younger clothes. One that perfectly suits you as seen from your reflection.” Her eyes arched into a smile. “Go on try some more dresses. You look like a princess, just wearing them.” “I… I mean Dana used to be the priestess so I guessed that made sense.” “Indeed it does.” For the next hour, Daola just tried on most of her other dresses. She loved the simple frills and the airy feel underneath her torso, giving her feet ample room to move around. Just the sheer quality alone was enough to carry her interest. Grisleda also helped with the choice in color. Something like blue to compliment her cyan hair or red to contrast it. Other dresses weren’t as ideal for Daola. Those that had many jewels around her body or accessories like a gothic attire Grisleda used to wear weren’t her favourite. She complained it was too heavy with how the dresses were formed. And of course, some of the dresses were too tight. Especially around her chest area. “A…are you sure these were the clothes you used to wear?” Daola asked, looking at the next clothes coming up. A black shirt with fishnets as leggings with bunny ears on top. “Feel…feels like there’s a mis…mistake.” Grisleda chuckled. “If you don't wear it, it's fine. One of my sisters bought it for me as a prank but I got too big to even fit in it.” “B…but it would be a waste to not wear it, right?” “Dao Dao, is that a yes I’m hearing?” Daola’s face reddened in an instant. She turned her back to face Grisleda. Gah… every guy recognised that outfit. The bunny girl outfit that was portrayed around casinos and bars. Hostresses would wear it and seduce men to come in with their tight clothes. And as a girl, she was overcome by curiosity to try it. And maybe even seduce Grisleda herself. Grisleda turned around after tossing the set to Daola. “Alright, alright, I promise to not peek.” “You sure?” “Of course. I’ll indulge in the view once you finish changing.” Daola gulped. Grabbing the black suit, she was having cold feet from her decision. Fuck… she was actually considering to wear this outfit? But from past memories with Doji, his eyes used to gaze at them, like a moth to a flame. Grisleda would love to see her like this, right? Slowly taking off her dress, she began putting on the bunny girl outfit. First with the iconic bunny ears. Then, she stuffed her body into the suit, feeling how tight it curved around her breasts and slender waist. It made a constant squeaking sound with every jerk. Her breasts bobbled up and down, causing her eyes to gaze at her peaches before slowly fitting in the leggings. Tight leggings that emphasised her larger thighs and hips. With the last touch, she placed a little bunny tail above her round ass. Once finished, she glanced at the mirror. Though slightly uncomfortable, her eyes were glued to her reflection. This bunny girl outfit emphasised her sex appeal, showing off her large breasts and wide hips. She shook it left and right, feeling the blushes getting warmer and redder. “Are you done, Dao Dao?” “Y…Ye…Yes…” She stammered out. Even with how sexy she was, her overall voice leaned more towards her cuteness. Grisleda turned before freezing. Her jaw now agape. “Gris? Is… is it that bad?” Rushing over, the princess went in for a tight embrace. She kissed her neck multiple times. “Grisleda, stoppp~ It tickles~” She giggled out, seeing at how excited she was. Catching her breath, Grisleda said, “If there was a Goddess of beauty in the world, I would have to imagine to be you, Dao Dao. You look so sexy with this outfit that I wa-” “So you like a little,” She swayed her ass to the left then right, “Meat to your woman, don’t you?” “I’ll reckon you would say the same.” “W…yeah…” Daola averted her gaze, feeling a little guilty at her statement. Her stomach growled. “Supposed it's time for our dinner, isn’t it?” Grisleda clapped her hands. “Why yes it is. Do you have any preferences for your meal? I could have our personal chef cook up a feast if you’re interested.” “There’s no need for that!” She waved her hands. “Nonsense, you’re the hero of our world. If that’s what you wanted, I certainly must obliged, shouldn’t I?” “Well… I’ve been craving for some fish lately.” “Is that so? Then let me inform the chief right away!” Grisleda said, as she headed towards the door. “I’ll come to fetch you later once I’m done.” “Wait then what do I do here?” “Darling,” She said, winking at her, “If you don’t change out of that seductive attire, there are plenty more kisses coming your way.” Daola flushed red like a strawberry. A very cute one that Grisleda adored. Walking down the stairs, Grisleda could only feel so lucky that Daola was interested in her. She had a virtuous heart, kind to everyone and had a voluptuous body. Plus, she was simply adorable that could melt even the coldest of hearts. What was there not to love? After Grisleda returned, Daola returned to wearing a red gown. A simple one with frills on her collar and with an aquamarine jewel sparkling in the middle. Just from wearing this, Daola felt as though she had been promoted to nobility. “Are you ready, dear?” Her stomach growled once more, causing her to rise to her feet, giggling. Following Grisleda’s firm steps, they headed towards the dining hall. Long and huge with a chandelier on top. Daola gasped upon seeing it as she sat down. The fragrance flooded the room while Grisleda brushed against her blue hair. Her face leaned against her elbow with a smile pasted on her face. “Daola… how’s your week been?” “A little boring.” She scratched her rosy cheeks. “Just been hanging out with Doj-” A little pout surfaced on Grisleda’s face. “What’s wrong, Grisleda?” “Nothing.” She turned away. “Just a little jealous that Doji can always be by your side.” She chuckled. “Didn’t think the noble princess would get jealous over little ol me.” Her purple hair swayed with her arms crossed. “Its not fair that I have to do paperwork while he gets to enjoy your company, Dao Dao!” Daola poked against her hand. “Well, I’m dating you, not him.” Those words calmed Grisleda’s heart but it brought up another question. “Say, where did you even meet Doji in the first place?” As the food arrived, Daola would talk about the adventures she had with Doji. Explaining that Doji was her childhood friend with supernatural strength. There, she reminisced about the times that she first started out adventuring and saving others from disasters. Grisleda’s gaze firmly locked onto Daola’s excited face. Naturally, the meal was the best meal Daola ever had. Better than any restaurant she used to go to or any rotten meal that they gathered together as scrap during their adventures. Her lists of compliments spanned an essay while Grisleda watched her eat. “So… how about those paperworks, is everything alright?” Daola asked. She couldn’t be the only one yapping about her life, could she? Grisleda brushed her violet hair. Wrinkles showed themselves before her rant started. Imbued with restraint, her words had a certain weight as she explained the situation and circumstances to Daola clearly. Then the words turned sour once she mentioned about the nobles and dukes. There was something charming about her true self. More so than the noble impression Grisleda had shown to everyone. Like she was also human who had other emotions than just being a pretty lady. Her maturity was still present in her word choice but her tone was just like anybody’s. And to think she would be the one to see a princess’ true feelings. Grisleda soon caught herself. “Oh sorry dear, I don’t think you want to he-” “No, no, I would love to hear more.” Daola winked back. “So what about that Duke?” “So he was caught embezzling funds from the estate and as a result, he couldn’t be there to vote on the matters.” She shook her head. “Seriously, I sometimes wonder how some people even get to become noblemen. Especially without any standard at all.” Grisleda yawned. “Oh, look at the time now. I supposed it’s time for you to g-” Daola gripped against her wrists, shaking her head. “Dao Dao, it’s late though.” “I thought you had other plans with me?” “That’s a jo-you’re serious?” “I…I just don’t want to leave you tonight.” Daola showed a pair of puppy eyes. “Pleas-” Grisleda leaned closer. “But Dao Dao, aren’t you scared that a big bad cougar might come and eat you?” “Then I’ll wish for the purple hair cougar to come for me.” Daola licked against her lips. “Maybe I’ll be the one eating her tonight." Staff members quickly kept their dishes with Grisleda covering her blushing face. “Then let the cougar teach you a woman’s pleasure, alright?” A thrill rushed down her spine with Daola standing up. Her eyes smitten by her advance. “Please be gentle…” “As always, darling.” Going back to Grisleda’s room, Grisleda closed the curtains and the door. She locked it with a click with Daola’s heart thumping against her chest. She was actually sleeping with Daola, tonight? Next, the princess began to strip down, before revealing her nude body to Daola. “How’s the view?” “Amazing.” Daola followed her, taking off her clothes as well. And there, she awkwardly laid on her bed. Both locked onto each other’s bodies. Tingles covered their body as goosebumps prepared for the excitement ahead. Grisleda, with her bigger and taller body, glanced down at Daola’s smaller one. With a smirk, her hands groped against her breasts. Daola moaned, twitching on the bed itself. She had tried to grope herself but always a tad bit too embarrassed to do so. Here? Grisleda had no such concerns. Squishing her nipples, the princess gestured for Daola’s hands to do the same. To cup her breasts and give them a nice message. Hesitantly, Daola obliged, cupping Grisleda’s much larger breasts, almost twice the size and bust of hers. A little moan escaped from Grisleda with Daola’s shaky hands fondling over them. Tingles climbed down their pussies. While Daola squirmed, Grisleda had other plans to tease her smaller cuter date. She brushed her hands against her softer skin before giving a playful pinch on one side. There, Daola shifted to the left, feeling the pleasure of her touch. Most importantly was Grisleda’s gaze. Her gaze fully focused on Daola was making the smaller one, horny. Horny for all of the attention that Grisleda could provide. Didn’t long for the princess to smooch against her soft puffy lips. Their breasts now bouncing against one another with the larger princess stacking on top of the smaller Daola. Blushes formed from their faces with Daola unsure of what to do. Their eyes locked. Grisleda took charge, slithering into Daola’s mouth as her tongue playfully pressed against Daola’s inner teeth. Rising to life, Daola’s tongue had sparks of pleasure upon contact with Grisleda’s. And within the dark room, their tongues waltz in between their mouths. Overwhelming sensations were drowning out any of Daola’s thoughts. Other than the extremely deafening pleasure of course. She never felt this exhilarated before. This much fun with another person. The closest experience she could ever relate to was winning a monstrous fight and coming up as the victor. Here? She only wanted more, evident from how her hands wrapped behind Grisleda’s back and pulled her even closer. The sensation was a sweet pleasure. One like a sugar rush with their tongues increasing their pace. Grisleda, having more experience, walked Daola through the french kiss. Wrapping her tongue around hers, she shifted it left and right till they were immersed in pleasure itself. Time slowed down for the couple. Even though a minute had passed, the kiss lasted forever for them. Like the world had vanished into the background, leaving them to be the only ones in this world. Before long, Grisleda pulled up to catch her breath. She panted hard. Been so long since she had this much fun with another woman. Meanwhile, Daola’s mind replayed the kiss. Did she just kiss Grisleda? And god that was too much for her to ignore. Was it bad if she wanted more? Almost like she heard her thoughts, Grisleda brushed against her thighs as her eyebrows arched up. Her eyes now staring down at Daola’s pussy. Opening up her own legs, she revealed her pussy. Soaked. Tingles surrounded the region with Daola’s eyes trying her hardest to avoid looking at them. She brushed her hair and between breaths, she said, “C…come. Don’t thi…this little kitty wa…want to ea…eat me?” Grisleda slapped her ass, pushing her forward to her pussy. As Grisleda laid on the side, staring at Daola’s wet pussy, a timid voice escaped Daola. “A…am I do…doing it ri-eep!” The cold breeze of air brushing against Daola’s pussy interrupted her. The princess giggled. Without hesitation, Daola plunged her tongue against her feminine folds, rubbing against them deeper and deeper. A moan escaped from Grisleda before she too dived into her pussy. With both of them playing with each other’s pussies, Daola and Grisleda could feel the domaine rushing through their veins. Especially for Daola with how neglected her cunt was for the past week. Her self exploration only extended to looking at herself nude and admiring her assets. Nothing more than that. But she could feel Grisleda’s flexible tongue deep inside her. Lashing against her folds, Daola twitched, still trying to lick against Grisleda’s thicker one. The princess’ extra slaps on her larger ass didn't help. Only amplifying the pleasure already present. While sucking each other’s pussy, their thoughts washed away from the waves after waves of intense pleasure. Even Grisleda loved this though, seen by her more subtle squirms. Even she enjoyed being pleasured by someone, though it wasn’t often with how old she was. Their tongues fulfilled the ache within their pussy. Licking against the fluids, the duo craved for more of each other’s tongue within them. This ecstasy and euphoria definitely hung high in their minds with the surroundings around them drowning out in the background. Daola squirmed much more. If the kiss was this intense, then having her pussy sucked out by her tongue was at least thrice of that. Her mind froze a couple of times as instincts took over to suck her out. Eventually, their bodies gave way for an euphoric orgasm. They took their tongues out. Moaning as loudly as possible, their bodies trembled. Ejaculation soon occurred, creating a little stain on the bed sheets. While Daola covered her face in complete embarrassment, Grsileda took another shot at licking her savoury fluids. She licked against her tongue before a yawn soon took place. “I…is th…that enough my little k…kitten?” Daola nodded, still completely red. “Then th…this cougar needs to sleep now.” Her hands stretched out. A large warm smile beckoning Daola. “Supposed I have to catch you now.” Daola covered the both of them with a blanket before snuggling into her nude body. So close that they shared each other’s warmth. Her heartbeat, that was previously thumping, had relaxed slowly in front of the woman she loved. The smaller Daola’s head leaned against Grisleda’s collar before giving a little kiss to her neck. Her smaller hands wrapped just perfectly to embrace Grisleda. While Grisleda’s hands pulled her closer, smothering her. “G…Goodnight, Griselda." “Goodnight, Daola.” A simple peck on her forehead was the final stop before they closed their eyes. With their simple greetings, both of them fell into a deep slumber in each other’s comfort.