Side Story – First Experience (1)

Side Story – First Experience.

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An unnamed forest located near Raven City.

The inner part of the forest was dark due to dense trees blocking sunlight.

Within that eerie atmosphere, monstrous creatures with grotesque forms howled.

“Grrrr.”

“Kueeeek!”

A terrifying sight that could make one lose their will to live.

At its center stood a blonde woman alone, holding a sword.

“Hmm…”

With an indifferent expression, she showed no sense of crisis about the situation.

At that moment.

“Kuooh!”

The Ogre standing before her roared violently.

Ogre. Ruler of the forest.

This monster required Gold Plate Adventurers or higher to handle due to its exceptional regeneration and strength.

The infamous beast raised a massive tree overhead and began charging.

Then it swung the tree down toward the woman before it.

-Whoosh!

An attack powerful enough to turn its target into bloody pulp instantly.

The woman merely frowned slightly while watching the deadly strike.

“Move aside.”

-Slick!

“Kuo…oh…?”

The Ogre suddenly froze mid-motion.

A vertical line appeared across both the Ogre’s body and the tree it held moments later.

-Crack.

The Ogre’s body split cleanly in half as it collapsed.

Organs and blood began pouring out from the bisected massive corpse.

A gruesome sight too horrifying to watch.

The monsters surrounding the woman froze at this brutal spectacle.

Even monsters felt fear.

A human who killed the forest’s ruler with a single strike.

To them, this woman was an entity of pure terror.

“Kueeeek!”

“Kieek!”

The monsters began frantically fleeing from the true predator.

“Ha… Annoying runners.”

The woman coldly watched their retreating backs before muttering:

“You’ll all die anyway.”

She immediately began pursuing them.

**

“Fuck! Where did this crazy strong bitch come from…?”

-Schlick!

“Guaaaah!”

“Missed the mark.”

“P-please stop!”

I raised my sword toward the trembling demon whose horns had been severed.

A mid-rank demon. Just small fry.

I’d hoped for bigger prey… Disappointing.

“Please calm down! I’ll leave this place immediately!”

“Your departure won’t bring back the lives you took.”

This bastard was likely responsible for sending monsters to nearby villages.

The Demon King and most Legion Commanders had fallen to me and my comrades.

Meaning the demon forces were effectively annihilated.

Yet so many trash like this still remained clueless.

“I have test subjects here! Spare me and I’ll release them all! So please…!”

“No need.”

An obvious lie. My detection found no living humans nearby anyway.

A mid-rank demon wouldn’t have valuable information either.

I swung my sword at the groveling demon’s neck.

-Crunch.

The blade suddenly shattered into pieces.

“…Broke.”

Must’ve been too rough with this cheap sword. Impressive it lasted this long.

I tossed the remaining hilt aside without hesitation.

At that instant.

“D-die!”

The demon’s hand glowed before firing a black beam at my face.

“Ha…”

Typical demon trash tactics.

Sighing, I reached toward the surging demonic energy.

-Zzzzt!

Shattering the energy instantly, I grabbed the demon’s head.

The captured demon looked utterly bewildered.

“Huh…?”

“Trash.”

I squeezed and popped its head like a grape.

Blood and brain matter splattered across my face.

-Plop plop

I would’ve recoiled in disgust before, but now it felt disturbingly familiar.

“…Finished?”

Watching the headless corpse collapse, I sat down heavily.

Looking up revealed the results of my work – a mountain of monster corpses behind the dead demon.

Looking down showed my entire body drenched in blood, not just my hands.

Anyone seeing me now would flee in terror.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths.

“Haah, haah…”

My racing heart gradually calmed as rationality returned.

‘Went berserk like a madman again.’

Roaming remote areas unreached by armies, exterminating remaining demon remnants.

Months had passed living like this.

Much time had flowed since parting with everyone.

“…Miss them all.”

I longed for my comrades.

Those who fought alongside me daily, sharing life and death.

We Heroes succeeded in defeating the Demon King.

But the cost left us with severe aftereffects.

The Hero Party disbanded, each returning to where they belonged.

Marcus to a place beyond return.

Saint Veronica to the Holy Kingdom.

Elf Cornelia to the forest.

Left alone, I chose… revenge.

Hunting monsters and demons like a madwoman.

Blood never dried on my body or clothes.

Initially, this female body felt awkward – the breast weight, shifted center of gravity, reduced muscle mass compared to my male form.

Countless near-fatal mistakes occurred in battles.

But my mastered skills quickly adapted.

The Hero’s power granted by the Goddess disappeared, but my hard-earned mastery and mana remained.

“Haah…”

Another sigh escaped at my pitiful state.

Empty.

The constant feeling after completing tasks.

Calling it revenge was just grand talk for simple venting.

The Demon King was already dead, key Legion Commanders vanished completely.

Killing ordinary demons and monsters couldn’t undo the past.

‘…What should I live for now?’

My original goal was building a family with my beloved, having children, living happily.

When that imagined future shattered instantly, I lost my way.

For a time, I pursued power through relentless training – to never repeat past mistakes.

It elevated me beyond my former peak… but only deepened the emptiness. Meaningless now.

Considered living to help others as befits an ex-Hero.

But I was too exhausted.

“First… should return.”

Rest was needed when thoughts grew complicated.

I began trudging toward the dungeon exit.

**

Back at the inn, I stared at the dagger on the desk.

“Ngh…”

Couldn’t resist.

After hesitation, I picked up the dagger and slowly drew it across my opposite palm.

“Hnngh!”

As the blade parted flesh, a perverse pleasure made my body tremble.

“Hnn…”

Getting off on self-harm – anyone seeing this would panic.

All results of that Demon King bastard’s final act.

His last resort didn’t stop at making me female – it made me feel pleasure alongside pain.

Transforming me into this perverted body with unspeakable tastes.

Unbelievable at first, but denial changed nothing.

Though… not all bad.

-Sssk

“Haah, haah…”

Each wound drew wanton moans from my lips.

‘This feels too good…’

Truthfully, it felt amazing. The pleasure also cleared my cluttered thoughts.

This became rare enjoyment in gloomy days. Hence daily self-harm sessions.

“Sh-should I enjoy more?”

One taste wasn’t enough. Rising urges became hard to resist.

Slowly, my hand drifted downward.

About to cautiously touch my secret place-

“…No.”

Returned my hand to the desk and closed my eyes.

Continuing would make stopping impossible.

‘Must avoid addiction.’

Light enjoyment was fine.

But becoming pleasure’s slave terrified me – how broken might I become?

Curiosity once drove me to masturbate – the sensation terrified me.

Female orgasms differed completely from male ones.

That mind-blanking bliss from consecutive peaks…

‘Felt incredibly happy though.’

Confirmed this body was abnormally lewd.

Coming just from groping breasts and rubbing below? Impossible for normal people.

“How did I become like this?”

Sudden self-loathing brought depression.

A former Hero getting off on self-harm – pathetic.

I healed my hand’s wound and stood up.

“Should just drink.”

Alcohol was the answer now.

“…Empty.”

-Clunk!

Slammed the empty bottle onto the table.

Fifth bottle already.

Normal people would be drunk asleep, but I only felt slightly dizzy.

Couldn’t even get properly drunk in this body.

No matter how much I drank, my body rapidly metabolized alcohol.

Even suppressing mana barely achieved this – essentially pretending to drink.

I slowly waved at the tavern keeper.

“One more bottle please. Something strong.”

“Tsk, fifth bottle already. Why’s a grown girl drinking like this daily?”

“Hmm… Life feels meaningless.”

“Pssh! You look young yet act like you’ve lived it all.”

My answer made the keeper shake her head incredulously.

“Everyone’s so hopeful these days. Not like years ago when we trembled fearing demons. The Hero defeated the Demon King – why so gloomy?”

The Demon King.

His death might be the problem.

At least hunting him gave purpose – clear direction and goals.

Back then, no time to ponder futures or lives.

I sighed deeply.

“Haah… Just tired.”

“Hmph… Must be reasons I don’t know. Hang in there. Here’s your drink.”

-Plunk

“Thanks.”

Uncorking the bottle, I began chugging immediately.

**

“Ugh…”

Rena staggered through dark streets.

Her alcohol-resistant body had finally succumbed to determined heavy drinking.

Holding her head while bracing against a wall, Rena stumbled forward when-

A boy suddenly dashed from an alley, colliding with her.

“Huh…?”

-Thump!

“Oof!”

The boy fell hard on his rear, rubbing his buttocks with pained groans.

“Owwie…”

“S-sorry! Are you hurt?”

Rena hastily apologized while reaching toward him.

“S-sorry! My fault for rushing!”

“No, I wasn’t looking either.”

“I’ll be careful next time.”

The boy bowed politely before quickly trying to pass.

But Rena’s hand gripped his shoulder.

-Snap

“Wait.”

“Is there… a problem?”

“Return what you took.”

“Huh?”

“My wallet you stole.”

Thus began Rena’s first encounter with the boy.