As I looked Siwoo's body up and down, a heat began to stir deep inside me. This one was really something—a heroine, crafted like she was made to fit into a yuri storyline. What madness.

Wait a minute... wasn’t Siwoo the protagonist? But here she was, looking every bit the heroine now. At my comment, she quickly reacted.

“N-no, it’s not like that! I just wanted something comfortable to work out in with this new body, and… these fit well, so…”

A weak excuse, really, but I had to admit, dolphin shorts were practical. And they were… pleasing to look at, too. A win-win, perhaps? Regardless of her intentions, she was giving off a clear impression, one I couldn’t help but notice.

It made no sense that Siwoo—who had spent a whole previous life doing as he pleased—would have chosen this path himself. Even if he’d wanted to become a woman, would anyone just throw on an outfit like that and work out as if nothing had changed? That wasn’t Siwoo’s style.

Which left only one explanation: Siwoo wasn’t alone. The Divine Sword, that’s it.

“Did the Divine Sword put you up to this?”

“W-what? How did you know?”

"Just as I thought. Can’t even hold back, can you?"

Dressed like this, flaunting her femininity… it was hard to resist. I felt a surge, but no—I needed to stay focused. I almost let myself get swept away by the mindset of those in our circle. No, I had to think clearly.

Ultimately, all of this could only be blamed on Siwoo. Just look at her face and that figure. After living the way he had, there’s no way he didn’t realize he was attractive now. If he’d transformed into something completely unappealing, would he be out here working out in dolphin shorts? Not likely. He knew he looked good, and he knew this would suit him. Even if the Divine Sword had tempted him, this was still mostly Siwoo’s doing.

"Siwoo, how about joining me in some villainy?"

Convincing him could come first—then I’d figure out the rest.

"Because of the rumors going around the academy?"

"That’s part of it, sure. But there’s only so much we can accomplish within the academy’s bounds. As long as we’re under this cloud of bad press, it won’t be easy to shake off the label of ‘villain academy.’”

Though I could probably solve things by calling in favors from Yujinseok, I had this feeling that taking on that kind of debt wouldn’t end well. Even if we managed to push things down for a bit, the discontent with Hansung would keep bubbling up.

After mulling over countless possibilities, Siwoo asked, "Eun-ha , what exactly is it you want to do?"

The atmosphere shifted; there was a weight in Siwoo's gaze now, something more earnest. After all, Siwoo’s character was the embodiment of a righteous hero, one bound to question my intentions, no matter who I was. Part of me wanted to explain directly, to hint that I had knowledge of this world's future, but revealing too much would lead to uncomfortable questions—especially about how I, someone who had "died early," could be here again.

"Maybe… an outlaw hero?"

"Outlaw hero? Well, I… suppose."

Siwoo looked uncertain, deep in thought. Typically, he would have rejected the idea immediately, but he knew that moving toward the “villain” side could strengthen his power. Right now, that sharp mind of his was likely racing, analyzing everything about me—Eun-ha , a heroine on the verge of becoming a villain. He was probably questioning whether my motives were genuinely dark or if there was more to it.

Siwoo wasn’t the type of protagonist to blindly stumble through a harem; he understood his own desires and didn’t hesitate when it came to acting on them. So, how best to persuade him? I could take a more direct approach, but given that Siwoo had only recently been male, resisting the allure of female sensations might be challenging. Especially with all the experience he’d had as a man—he wouldn’t stand a chance.

"[It might be best to mention my existence, Master.]"

"Ah, right. I almost forgot about that."

The existence of an ancient artifact—the Akashic Records.

"What do you mean?" Siwoo asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"You remember the ancient artifact I acquired, right?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I never got around to asking you about that. So, what's the deal with it?"

"It’s the Akashic Records."

If Siwoo understood what that meant, he’d get why I had chosen this path as a villain.

"The Akashic Records? Oh…"

"I asked it about the future, and it showed me. It’s better to grow stronger on the villain’s side. As just another cadet, I’d be limited because of Han Jungseok."

"The President?"

President Han Jungseok—he was nothing but a hindrance to Siwoo in the original storyline, always making things more difficult. Siwoo knew this, especially after his regression.

"Yep. So, what’s it going to be? It’s best to decide quickly."

"Hmm. I’ll still think about it. There are things I believe I can handle on my own for now."

Good, that was enough for now. Now… how to get him fully on board?

"Alright. Huh?"

Siwoo’s expression shifted mid-sentence, and suddenly, his hair turned a radiant gold. Ah, this wasn’t good. That face—it was just like the illustrations in a web novel. Yes, this was the Divine Sword’s celestial presence.

With Siwoo now transformed, it was clear the Divine Sword had taken control of his body. If they had agreed on this, I would’ve been informed.

"Ajit Dahaka!"

"Ah, so it is the Divine Sword."

This troublesome one... Or maybe a goose laying golden eggs, considering her strange ability to turn men into women. If she can pull that off, maybe she could turn someone like Yujinseok into a woman, too. A heroine factory in the making! Well, not that I’d be particularly interested if Yujinseok were to change.

"And here you are, trying to drag Siwoo down a villainous path?"

"You know that becoming a villain is the better option, don’t you?"

The Divine Sword had regressed once; how could she not understand? Perhaps it was her sense of righteousness holding her back. Siwoo was meant to be a hero, after all—a champion of justice. At my words, the Divine Sword pointed a finger at me in accusation.

"That’s irrelevant! Now that Siwoo’s body can channel me, I must rule as the goddess of this world!"

"Delusional."

"What did you just say?"

"Please. You’re no goddess—you’re destined to be my… pet."

Who in the world calls themselves a goddess with a body like that? Clearly, a pet.

"As if I’d ever let myself be a pet to a filthy lizard like you!"

And now she’s changing her tune, contradicting herself at every turn.

"You’re the one who molded Siwoo’s body like this for that reason, weren’t you?"

The Divine Sword’s sudden defensiveness was amusing. She gripped her sword and started swinging it at me without hesitation.

"Wait, why are you swinging that?"

Why the sudden burst of anger? Actually, now that I thought about it, her turning Siwoo into a woman probably was because she wanted me to try my luck but didn’t want it to seem too easy. This way, she could put up a show of resistance, a calculated move, all things considered. Being in a government complex meant we couldn’t use our full powers, but if she was serious, she’d be a hassle to handle.

Or maybe this is the setup she wanted all along?

"Quite the talent for making a dragon, well… intrigued, aren’t you?" I thought. If that’s the game she wants to play, then so be it. She can claim to be a goddess, but let’s see if she still feels that way after I’ve shown her the path to corruption. A goddess? No, I’ll make her into a dark deity.

Only sword against sword.

Before, I might’ve dodged this, especially against a celestial in human form. In a full-power duel, I’d be hard-pressed to overcome that raw, refined swordsmanship. But now, I’ve mastered the ways of the martial god—like a Pokémon learning moves from a TM, it’s become second nature.

“Hah! You filthy lizard! Do you think you can defeat me without tricks, just pure swordsmanship?”

With that, she adjusted to Siwoo’s form and moved gracefully, her blade dancing through the air, mocking me with each step. She clearly hadn’t realized what I was capable of now. As if she’d been sleeping through it all.

“One question, Divine Sword.”

“If it’s your last words, I’ll grant you that.”

“What were you doing on the day of the group battle?”

She paused, smirking with confidence.

“Resting up to save my strength for a day like this!”

She charged at me, her intent clear, fully confident she’d have me at her mercy. I couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t yet know I’d inherited the martial god’s swordsmanship.

Well then, time to show her the truth.

***

The decision was easy.
The blonde Siwoo (Shin-geom), who had been running at me, calling me a dirty lizard and saying she would swear at me, lost to me in swordsmanship.

The bitch called Shin-geom lost. Shin-geom didn't want to admit it, so he sat down and let go of his own body.

In the end, a sword is a sword, and swordsmanship is swordsmanship.

"Ma. Nonsense! How. How can I, a Shin-geom, be against a lizard!"

The way she was crying so loudly seemed to indicate that she was seriously attacking me.

Oh, that's right. I wanted to have sex with her, but I didn't intend to make Shiwoo a villain.

So I decided to console the loser as the winner.

"First of all, you lost to me."

"Huh?"
"Since you lost, the loser has nothing to say if the winner rapes you, right?"

Okay, I'm going to start filming 'Blonde Beauty and Lesbian Play at the Training Center.avi' in earnest from now on.

"Okay. Wait. You have nothing to say if you get raped." “I guess it’s annoying to resist, so first.”

Thud!

He blew the punch right out.

His fist went straight into Shingeom’s stomach. The point is to lightly rub his soft belly with magical power at this point.

By the way, if you hit like this, there will be internal damage due to magical power rather than physical damage.

It must have been directly transmitted to the uterus.

“Huh!?”

Shingeom. No, let’s split it up from now on, Silver-haired Siwoo, Blonde Siwoo. How about changing our names to sound more like girls’ names while we’re at it?

“You dare rebel against me? Huh?”

When he rubbed his fist with magical power on the area where the uterus would be, Blonde Siwoo crouched down like a newborn deer and shuddered.
I pressed harder because it was fun, and Blonde Siwoo’s waist arched like a bow.

“Wait. Wait. Wait. Don’t. Don’t. Do that!”

Did he feel it? Siwoo is pitiful. Giving my body to a female like this. If Mushin had used my body, I wouldn't have seen such a shameful sight. I'm a man after all.

"Why is this place so sensitive? Oh, is it because it hasn't been made for long? That and that. Then this doctor will have to take care of it himself."
"Oh. No. It really hasn't been made for long. Stop rubbing it there!"

Ah, there’s no way a woman can become that fast.
The external genitalia that disappeared from Siwoo disappeared and the newly formed female genitalia were newly formed and sensitive.
Isn’t it a uterus that’s just right for touching and modifying?
In the end, what develops when you eat the new sword is Siwoo’s body.
From now on, I’ll thoroughly dye it with my color. It’ll be quite enjoyable to see Siwoo feel his developed female body later.

“What kind of doctor is this? No, I’m treating you, but is it difficult if you rebel?”
“What kind of treatment is that? Yongyong. Let’s do it in our language. Okay?”

“That way, that way. The great, great dragon implements justice with actions rather than words.”

I declared that and took out the restraints made of magic and bound both of the blond Siwoo’s hands.
The blond Siwoo, who had already practically lost control of his body to me, could only wave his legs in the air.

“You fucking bitch! Eek!”
“How much pleasure can a body that was originally male feel?”

Aren’t you really curious? So I pressed and rubbed her belly even harder.
A stimulation that was neither strong nor weak. And the brand new uterus that had only been created for a short time gradually became colored with my color.
What is the original uterus? The space where sperm and eggs are fertilized and a child is created. The space where a child stays until birth.
I’m making that space completely mine. Not for the purpose of creating a child, but so that the uterus trembles and feels sexual pleasure with just a little touch.
So that she doesn’t have to accept the male’s penis as her vagina. So that she can feel persistent pleasure.

“What, are you already wet? This is why early education is important. Look. Your vagina is really excited. The uterine membrane is trembling. Right?”

I glanced at her lower body, and the axe marks clearly visible on her dolphin pants were soaking wet.