Demoness's Egg

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Alvin stared in astonishment at the mirror. Reflected in it was a tall, voluptuous woman with a cold, noble face, her large, round breasts prominently displayed. She reclined elegantly and arrogantly on a chaise longue, staring blankly out of the mirror.

Her golden hair was piled high, her makeup was as extravagant as a high-class courtesan's, and expensive jewelry adorned her earlobes and neck. The woman in the mirror, radiating captivating charm, was staring at him, her alluring lips, glossy with vibrant lipstick, slightly parted in surprise.

This was… a dream?

Alvin blinked, and the woman in the mirror blinked back.

Fear, surprise, panic, confusion, and disorientation surged through her, causing her body to instinctively react in a feminine way: Alvin clutched her chest and let out a panicked scream:

"Ah~"

But the scream was barely out of her mouth before she pursed her lips in terror—a soft, delicate female voice emerged from her throat, and her hand touched soft, smooth breasts.

What...what happened to me?

Alvin carefully extended her slender hands to support herself, changing the angle so that the mirror reflected her body. She carefully observed her reflection: the beauty in the mirror wore a luxurious lace lingerie draped over her shoulders, the sheer fabric revealing healthy, sexy tanned skin, with faint, shy tan lines, revealing the body's owner's preference for sexy clothing. Aside from her large, firm, and dazzlingly sexy breasts, her waist tightened sharply below, her lower abdomen slightly protruding, her pert, plump buttocks and slender waist forming a perfect S-shape, and below her rounded buttocks, her two shapely, smooth legs rested limply on the chaise lounge.

Those full, sexy long legs, those fleshy, well-proportioned hips, and those alluringly curved waists—it was unmistakably a woman's body.

I... how could I... how could I have become like this?! Alvin had transformed into a voluptuous, sexy, and graceful noblewoman. He couldn't comprehend it at all; his brain refused to think, his mind a complete blank.

As if refusing to accept the sensual reality before him, or as if remembering something, Alvin reached into his nightgown, trying to find a trace of masculinity. But no matter how his slender fingertips searched, they only touched his own smooth, supple skin and the soft feel of his silk lingerie.

Alvin, as if possessed, hastily pulled back his sheer nightgown, spreading his fleshy thighs wide to expose his alluring crotch to the eerie mirror.

On his rounded, slightly protruding lower abdomen was a strangely ornate magical mark, but this wasn't what Alvin cared about, nor was it the most shocking thing today. It was further down, behind his black lace panties, between his full thigh muscles. Alvin anxiously ripped open the lace panties, revealing the final result to the air.

He already knew the answer, but seeing the cruel reality laid out before him, Alvin still covered his mouth and wept. When had he become so emotional, so easily moved to tears? Alvin had no time to think. She just stared, weeping, at the space between her legs, her swollen, full vulva bulging outwards, squeezed by the muscles of her thighs.

The surrounding skin was smooth and silky, without a single stray hair, as smooth and rounded as a sculpture. The only jarring feature was the large, long clitoris erect between her labia, its fine veins faintly visible through the pink mucous membrane, trembling slightly with Alvin's frantic heartbeat.

I... I... I...

"Ah—"

Losing her reason, Alvin succumbed to her emotional impulses, letting out a helpless and sorrowful cry.

How had she become like this? Alvin didn't understand. She longed for someone to tell her how helpless she was, to rescue her from this despair, from her ignorance and powerlessness.

"Coming, coming, don't cry."

A woman's voice came from outside the door. Was it her?

As the wooden door opened, a familiar woman entered the room.

"Sandy!" Seeing his former girlfriend, Alvin, tears streaming down her face, felt like she'd seen a savior. Ignoring her current state, she hurriedly grabbed her hand, pleading for help.

Sandy took Alvin's hand and sat beside her, affectionately stroking the back of her hand as if comforting a child. She leaned close to Alvin's ear and whispered comfortingly, "Oh, Alvin, I know you're upset right now, but crying won't help."

"Huh?" Alvin was a little confused. In his memory, Sandy, his "girlfriend," had never treated him so gently. On the contrary, Sandy was always very harsh towards him. But now, after he had become a woman, Sandy was so affectionately nestled beside him, treating him so tenderly.

"Don't cry, your makeup will be ruined. Don't worry, Sandy will always be by your side..." Sandy wiped away Alvin's tears as she comforted her in her ear. The slightly damp, warm breath on Alvin's ear sent a tingling sensation through her, making her feel a little dazed.

Seeing that Alvin had calmed down, Sandy reached out and hugged him, continuing to comfort him, "I know you haven't been doing well lately, but don't be too emotional, and don't upset the baby..."

What?

Alvin felt a chill run down his spine from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck.

"You...you said...what?"

His girlfriend's unconscious words awakened the real fear in the remaining part of his male consciousness, and Alvin's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Sandy was a little confused, but continued what she was doing, reaching under his nightgown to stroke Alvin's lower abdomen.

"Mmm!" The moment Sandy's hand touched Alvin's lower abdomen, a strong sense of security came from there, forcibly suppressing all the fear and panic in Alvin's heart. With the rhythmic stroking of her lower abdomen, a warm, soft, and comfortable sensation flowed continuously from within, spreading to her limbs and bones. Alvin felt her whole body go limp, her breasts swell, and all her strength was being drained by her lower abdomen, accompanied by a hazy drowsiness.

No... No, I can't, I mustn't, if I just let myself sink into this... I finally remembered, I finally managed to maintain my sense of self... I... I'm a man... I'm a man...

Alvin tried to muster her last bit of willpower to resist this blissful and reassuring feeling, but soon, her will was swallowed up by the warm ocean.

Six months ago

, "So, Alvin," Sandy looked away from the vanity mirror, glancing at the young man leaning against the door with her right eye, which wasn't covered in eyeshadow. “You went to set fires with the Knights again? Why can’t you learn a trade like everyone else or just go farming?”

Alvin, with his bronze skin and soft, brown hair, had a clever face and well-defined muscles. His dark eyes kept darting between Sandy’s snow-white breasts and thighs. “Don’t say that, darling. This isn’t arson; burning down the heretics’ ruins is the Knights’ righteous cause.”

“Come on,” Sandy scoffed at her childhood friend’s boasting. She turned back to apply eyeshadow to the corners of her eyes. In the mirror, she saw herself wearing a low-cut, bright green silk miniskirt, the outfit she would wear tonight to seduce even more wealthy noblemen. “You make it sound so impressive, but you still won't earn a single penny.”

“You can earn it, look at this.” Alvin strode into the room, pulled a cloth bag wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, and unwrapped it to reveal charred metal coins inside, showing them to Sandy.

“Huh? What is this? Don't get my tablecloth dirty!” Seeing Alvin enter the room, Sandy felt a surge of annoyance and waved for him to leave. But upon seeing the coins in the cloth bag, she paused for a moment.

“Look at this! Never seen one before, have you? These are ancient coins. Once I find some in good condition, we’ll resell them to some nobleman in the capital and make a fortune.” Alvin stared intently at Sandy’s breasts, which swayed proudly, supported by her waistband. “Then you won’t have to do this anymore. I’ll support you and we’ll have a bunch of big, healthy boys.”

The young man licked his dry lips and approached, his hands tentatively reaching for Sandy.

“So, let me…”

“Hey!”

The hand that had been drying nail polish suddenly tightened, swiftly and precisely biting Alvin’s hand, twisting it hard on the back.

“Stop with the nonsense! Don’t even think about touching me if you don’t have money!”

The young man cried, covering his hand, and dejectedly stopped his courtship. “It’s true! There are so many things I’ve never seen before. We can definitely make a fortune!”

Seeing the young man’s dejected expression, Sandy suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. She thought that perhaps one day he really would find something valuable by following the knights, so she decided to encourage him for now. Sandy thought for a moment and then spoke again, “I’m not denying your judgment, Alvin.”

Hearing Sandy’s change in tone, Alvin looked up again, staring blankly at her.

“I’m not accusing you of being right or wrong… but have you considered that secretly taking out things that were originally going to be burned and selling them… behind the knights’ back… might lead to your death?”

Alvin paused, then a look of sudden realization dawned on him. So… so Sandy was worried about me! Alvin's face lit up with joy, and he eagerly said to Sandy, "No, the Knights trust me completely. Soon, very soon I'll find something valuable and a buyer!"

Sandy took Alvin's hand and continued, "Anyway, you should still be careful... There are many people and shady dealings around here. If a knowledgeable noble or someone connected to the Knights sees you, it could implicate you." She patted the back of Alvin's hand.

"I know! Next time I'll sell the gold first and then bring the coins with me. Wait for me!" Alvin, overjoyed, turned to leave. But then, as if remembering something, he picked up the things Sandy had just put down again, and said tenderly, "Sandy, I'm so happy you care about me!" Alvin's gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a playful grin as he moved closer to Sandy. "So, let's..."

"Get out of here!" A sharp slap echoed in the air.

That night, Alvin, torch in hand, paced back and forth at the crossroads at the foot of the mountain, slowly widening his circles as he approached the dark ash heap.

Alvin was neither a believer nor an unbeliever. He wasn't a member of a knightly order, nor a mercenary; strictly speaking, he only got the job because he knew a few members of the knightly order. As a "trustworthy and helpful commoner," he performed odd jobs for the knights, such as guarding the gates, carrying heavy loads, and so on.

At this time, his role was to stand guard alongside the knights outside the heretics' ruins, watching over the land until the knights completely purified it.

This wasn't hard work; on the contrary, it was somewhat dangerous, as ferocious beasts or monsters could appear at any moment in land desecrated by the heretics. This was why the knights couldn't clear all the discovered ruins at once, but instead spent several days stationed around the area, meticulously sorting through the heretics' belongings one by one. All the gold and silver ornaments had to be remelted after the magic was dispelled, confiscated, and handed over as the cult's property. The remaining paper scrolls, wood carvings, and cloth were all to be burned, nothing was left.

Alvin had originally intended to sell the gold and silver items he had secretly taken, but due to the strict management of the knights, a "laborer" like him had no access to valuable objects. For several days, he was only asked to move forbidden books and ancient scrolls, which Alvin dared not even glance at, and could only dump them all into the fire.

Even so, Alvin found a way to sneakily find some valuables: searching through the ashes.

The small bag of silver coins he had found earlier was something Alvin had painstakingly kicked out bit by bit while pretending to be on night watch. Perhaps it had escaped the melting down of the pile of books and paintings, ending up in the fire instead. Unfortunately, the bag of silver coins was of poor quality; already somewhat damaged old coins, now completely blackened, not only failed to earn Sandy's admiration, but also yielded few copper coins in return, ultimately ending up being sold to a blacksmith who collected scrap metal.

But this at least proved his plan was feasible. As his only hope of getting rich and redeeming Sandy, Alvin needed to repeatedly and casually kick the ashes into the pile. Coins or ornaments, valuable or worthless, as long as it could free him from this suffocating poverty, he didn't care whether it was a prayer to the gods or a deal with the devil.

Alvin was neither a believer nor an unbeliever; he was simply an egoist.

"Thump!"

He felt something under his foot, and with a soft sound, a white, oval object rolled out of the ashes.

Alvin's heart clenched instantly. After confirming that no one was around, he changed his course, kicking the object towards a dimly lit corner, bending down to pick it up.

It was a smooth, egg-shaped stone.

It seemed completely untouched by wear and stain, a pure, flawless grayish-white, a smooth, round pebble, and just holding it in his hand gave off a slight warmth.

What is this…?

Although it didn't look like anything of great value, just holding it in his hand made it feel extraordinary, possessing a mysterious affinity and an exotic quality. Its smooth surface made it hard to put down. Alvin touched the uneven back of the stone pebble, and upon rotating it, he discovered a beautiful face with slightly closed eyes etched on it. The lifelike beauty's face, carved onto the round, bare stone pebble, had an indescribable eeriness and strangeness.

Putting aside its value for now, he'd better hide it and keep it from the knights. With that thought, Alvin pocketed the stone pebble, wondering if he could find anything else of value.

"Your wish is to obtain more relics?" A soft female voice came from Alvin's ear.

"Who is it!?" Alvin was startled and cried out in surprise.

"I am the Egg of the Enchantress, and I can grant your wish." The soft female voice came again. But Alvin kept turning around, waving his torch left and right, but he couldn't find the source of the voice.

"Hey! Alvin, what's wrong!?" The Night's Watchmen in the distance also heard the noise and rushed over.

"I...I..." Alvin panicked and wanted to explain the situation to the approaching men, but he didn't know how to start.

"I am the Egg of the Enchantress, and I can grant your wish." The female voice repeated in his ear. But then Alvin jolted, swallowing the words he was about to say.

"No, it's nothing, I misheard, ha...hahaha..." Alvin paused, unable to bear the awkward atmosphere any longer, and suddenly burst into forced laughter.

"Hmm?" The man who had arrived squinted at Alvin suspiciously, seemingly still not seeing him clearly enough, and brought the torch in his hand close to Alvin's face, scrutinizing him without a word. Alvin felt the intense heat on his face. The thought that this fierce-looking man might set his hair on fire at any moment, then burn him to death on charges of possessing heretical items, made his legs tremble uncontrollably.

"Crazy!" the man spat, then glared at Alvin again. He turned and left, leaving Alvin standing alone beside the ashes.

"It's alright, it's alright, go back to your post, Alvin's been acting silly again."

"Okay."

After the tension and fear subsided, what followed was the overwhelming excitement and elation of surviving a near-death experience, which overwhelmed him. The most dangerous thing in that moment wasn't being noticed, but missing the "opportunity" he had always dreamed of!

A chance to change his destiny!

Alvin suppressed the urge to shout with joy, trying his best to slow his pace as he walked to his post, away from others, and reached his sweaty hand into the stone egg in his pocket.

Alvin grasped the stone egg again, his eyes tightly closed, carefully choosing his words.

"Mmm...Mmm chicken egg, can you hear me?"

The female voice in his ear came again. "Yes, I can read your thoughts."

Alvin could no longer contain the smile on his face. "Can you really grant my wish?" he asked eagerly.

"I am the egg of the enchantress, I can grant your wish."

"I...I..." Alvin trembled with excitement. This was the opportunity he had waited so long for, but now, as he was asked to express his wish, he felt overwhelmed, unsure where to begin. "That's it! I want more wishes! I want infinite wishes!" The moment he uttered this wish, a sense of pride and triumph welled up within him. He had done something that even the protagonists in stories wouldn't dare to dream of. He might not be the smartest, but he was certainly the most greedy!

"Of course, the wishes I can grant are inherently infinite."

"Huh?" The woman's matter-of-fact reply left Alvin speechless. “Uh, I mean, I want more… uh… yes, treasures like yours!” Alvin added awkwardly.

“Alright, please follow my instructions, walk 321 steps south and 77 steps west to find more relics.”

“It’s… that simple?

” “Yes, once you reach the destination, you will find an undiscovered cult ruin, and you will obtain your wish for ‘more treasures like mine’.” "

This... is simply a windfall! If we can find a ruin first, it won't just be a matter of a silver coin or two. This is not something we can 'wait until dawn,' but something we must risk our lives to go under the cover of night. If the knights discover us first during the day, everything will be for naught." Alvin extinguished his torch and donned a dark cloak. Originally prepared for stealing gold and silver ornaments, he had ultimately lacked the courage to act, but now it served as excellent cover. As the camp's firelight gradually dimmed in his sight, a question arose in Alvin's mind. He grasped the stone egg again and asked, "Chicken Egg, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you. Is there anything you wish to ask?" "

Alvin cautiously asked as he stepped over the dense weeds and tree roots, "I want to ask... is there any price to pay for granting a wish?"

The Enchantress's Egg still spoke in that soft, feminine voice, as if saying, "There is no price. If I had to say, it would be the wish itself."

"What does that mean?"

"Simply put, I will grant your wish, and in the process of granting it, the wish itself will inevitably change."

Hearing this, Alvin felt a headache coming on. This "Egg of the Enchantress" always spoke in such a cryptic way, leaving him completely confused. He could only continue to ask, "And what does that mean?" "

A wish and a wish itself are not the same. When a wish is granted, the wish itself will change. " "And in the process of fulfilling your wish, the wish itself will inevitably change..."

"..." After hearing more puzzling words, Alvin chose to give up: "Alright. So, which direction is that ruin now?"

"304 steps south, 53 steps west..."

After groping their way forward in the dark wilderness and forest for a long time, the direction given by the Fairy Egg finally changed to "Right in front of you." "What appeared before Alvin was a withered tree trunk as thick as a man.

Only then did Alvin relight his torch and peer into the hollow of the withered tree. Inside, there was indeed a man-made staircase. Following the narrow steps down the hollow, he soon touched a stone wall, which opened with a thud.

In an instant, the dark hollow was illuminated by golden light. Behind the stone wall was a magnificent boudoir: luxurious carpets

, exquisite furnishings, gold and silver candlesticks and a dressing mirror. Who would imagine that this was a hollow tree in the middle of nowhere?

"Hehehe... Hahahahaha!" Alvin laughed maniacally. He suddenly collapsed onto the soft chaise longue, grabbing gold and silver jewelry and coins from the dressing box and scattering them everywhere.

"I'm rich! I'm rich!" Alvin's eyes were filled with endless golden light. He picked up the luxurious clothes and jewels again, brought them to his face, took a deep breath, and inhaled the fragrance of the treasure. Alvin felt a scent, like musk mixed with orchids, fill his nostrils, and for a moment he felt ecstatic.

"Hahahaha! I... I..." Alvin casually pulled out a garment from the stray iron—an expensive silk lace bodysuit, a high-end item only the city's nobility could afford, worth at least several hundred gold coins. But now, it was all mine! Alvin caressed the lace bodysuit, bringing it to his nose for a delicate sniff, feeling the fragrance of orchids fill his body, sending waves of heat through him. Alvin looked at the dressing mirror before him, and in a daze, his reflection seemed… Slowly, the changes began. The sharp angles and stubble on his face gradually disappeared, and then suddenly he transformed into Sandy's appearance. Sandy in the mirror smiled seductively, swaying her body. She wore the same lingerie on her snow-white, voluptuous body, posing provocatively before him.

Right! He almost forgot!

Alvin snapped out of his reverie, grasped the Demoness's Egg again, and asked, "Moji, my dear Moji, can I grant even more wishes?"

At this moment, Alvin's face in the mirror gradually changed again, slowly transforming into a woman who bore a slight resemblance but was exceptionally beautiful. The woman in the mirror spoke, "That's right, I can grant you even more wishes. " Seeing the stunningly beautiful woman in the mirror, Alvin

no longer felt fear. Instead, a surge of affection for the Demoness's Egg welled up within him. The Demoness's Egg was undoubtedly a treasure that could change his miserable life.

Alvin eagerly exclaimed, "I want more money! I want status! I want Sandy to love me! I want to become a real man!"

"Hehe," the woman in the mirror revealed a seductive smile. This was the first time her tone had fluctuated. "Of course, I will grant your wishes. You will get everything you want, you will become a real man." As she spoke, the woman's eyes shone with a seductive light that pierced Alvin's soul.

Alvin felt his mind go blank, unable to look away, and could only subconsciously repeat her words: "I will... become a real man..." An

alluring fragrance seeped from the jewels, coins, clothing, and bed, gradually coalescing into a fragrant breeze that emanated from every corner of the room, converging and swirling around Alvin, enveloping him completely.

Alvin felt as if countless women's laughter, whispers, and moans echoed in his mind, carried by the faint fragrance. Alvin slowly slid off the chaise longue and knelt before the mirror, his eyes now shining with the same light as he prayed to the woman reflected in it. "Guide me, tell me how to fulfill my desires, how to become a true man..." “

Come, peel away that outer shell of yours, and I will give you your true self.”

“Yes!”

A fragrant breeze caressed Alvin's body, causing his clothes to melt away, turning to ash and dissipating in the fragrance. Alvin's body also gradually changed within the scent; the fragrance was like a razor, smoothing his skin, causing his body hair to fall out, while his head hair grew rapidly, instantly becoming a full head of long hair. The scars and pores on Alvin's body were gradually smoothed out like plaster, and soon his body became androgynous.

"Come, offer your wish, and you can become the person you want to be."

"Yes," Alvin, in a daze, raised his head, his now-feminized face blank, and a purplish-red magic circle appeared on his forehead. The magic circle on his forehead gradually shrank, and the light in his eyes gradually turned purplish-red. When the magic circle on his forehead became a point of light, purplish-red heart-shaped marks were also etched into Alvin's pupils. In that brief instant, Alvin's "wish" was taken away. His understanding of "manhood" had been stripped away. From now on, although he knew he wanted to "become a real man," he still forgot "what it means to be a man."

At this moment, his body was already seven-tenths feminine, except for his erect penis, which constantly leaked a clear fluid. This was the last vestige of male energy within his body putting up a desperate resistance, but the body's owner had already betrayed his gender, straightening his back and pleading with the mirror, "Come, let me become a real woman!"

Alvin's masculine identity had been stripped away, so whatever he thought, what came out of his mouth was "woman." At this moment, in his understanding, the two words were indistinguishable, and he was unaware that he could no longer utter the word "man."

The enchantress in the mirror smiled contemptuously and waved her hand. A surge of intense pleasure pierced Alvin's body, and his penis violently ejaculated, gushing out the remaining male energy from his body.

"Ahhhhhh—ah~ ah? Ah—" In the throes of intense climax, Alvin let out a satisfied moan, but with each long, pleasurable moan, his voice gradually transformed into a seductive whimper.

His penis, having ejaculated its last drops of semen, began to slump. In its place, a lewd mark appeared on his lower abdomen—a lewd line. This signified the gradual formation of her uterus. However, at this moment, Alvin didn't even understand that he was no longer a man; he was confused about what it meant to be a man, instead feeling that he was becoming a "real man" according to his own desires.

Her appearance no longer showed any trace of masculinity, gradually resembling the enchantress in the mirror.

In the afterglow of her climax, Alvin quickly drifted into sleep. Unaware that the fragrance hadn't dissipated, instead lingering in her nostrils...

"Ugh! Ah?" Half-asleep, Alvin felt a tickling sensation on her nipples and involuntarily uttered a muffled murmur.

"Gurgle... Huh? Ah!" The bites on her chest suddenly intensified, and Alvin snapped back to reality. A tingling, pleasurable sensation enveloped her, and her chest seemed unusually swollen... She looked down at her chest; a pair of large, wheat-colored breasts bounced joyfully. She wasn't wearing a bra, because she couldn't yet—

wait, what was she doing?

Alvin suddenly realized that what she was holding in her arms was her child—

yes, hatched from the Demoness's Egg. His one and only child, born after ten months of arduous pregnancy. That tiny, dark red creature, its skin bulging with layers of calluses, resembling a lizard or a venomous snake, was extending its forked red tongue, rubbing back and forth against his nipple, trying to scramble for its mother's milk.

"Wait, I'm a mother...?"

This was clearly very wrong, but upon closer reflection, it seemed undeniable. Becoming a mother was an essential stage for him as a man; there was no doubt about it. As Alvin tried to rouse his not-so-good brain to ponder this question, the "child's" nimble tongue skillfully coiled around his already erect nipple several times before tightening its grip without mercy.

"Ah?~ Ah, ah!"

A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, leaving Alvin no time to think of anything else. Her lower body was already soaking wet, making her tight panties, which outlined her labia, sticky and sticky. She carefully wrapped one arm around the child, while the other hand reached into her own vagina—

"Ah! That's right! Good boy, harder!"

The child's nimble little tongue roamed incessantly across her chest, its length clearly exceeding the total length of her small body. One end gripped the base of her breast, while the other tip forcefully burrowed into her mammary glands, causing the mother, being played with by the foreign creature, to moan repeatedly. Freeing her other hand from her wet panties, she increased the force of her thrusts into her vagina. Finally, the two-pronged approach ended with the child forcefully pulling the tip of his tongue, which had been sucking milk, from her nipple. The thick, white fluid that gushed out splashed powerfully onto the ceiling. Alvin, reaching the climax of female bliss, momentarily lost consciousness and fainted.

"Ah? My good child! Mommy loves you the most."

When she regained consciousness, the child had already nursed its fill and was crawling around the room floor with listless interest. This was maternal love… This selfless spirit of dedication made Alvin tremble with pride. She carefully lifted the child from the floor and, with sleepwalking steps, placed it on the luxurious bed.

"This is… love? Ah…"

Thinking about her life, and how she would watch her child grow strong and powerful every day, becoming a ferocious monster, her lips twitched with excitement. She picked up the black lace bra she had taken off to breastfeed from the sofa. The bra had large, lavish holes at the nipples on both sides. To outsiders, it was just a vulgar piece of lingerie. But to Alvin, it was necessary clothing for breastfeeding.

"What if the baby is hungry and there's no time to take off the bra…" Alvin made unrealistic assumptions, her right hand involuntarily reaching for her own erect nipple, as thick as her little finger. She couldn't resist pinching it. She walked to the mirror. Wait, why was there a sofa and a mirror in her house? These strange thoughts began to stir again. But looking at the busty young woman in the mirror, wearing a short, low-cut white dress that barely covered her large buttocks, pinching her nipples with a dazed expression, everything else seemed less important…

“Ah? Hardly? Use me? Your mother?”

Another wave of blissful pleasure washed over him. Alvin lost consciousness again…

Alvin awoke from his erotic dream, the scene before him still the luxurious secret chamber behind the tree hollow. Only, through the half-open stone door, a sliver of clear sunlight had already pierced the dim room. The young man, bewitched by the egg of the demoness, had been indulging in a erotic dream for quite some time. The details of the dream had become blurry, but Alvin vaguely remembered it as a masculine dream, filled with a sweet and gentle sense of security.

Thinking of this, Alvin's body surged with power, her supple waist twisting into a seductive pose on the bed.

"My darling, no one can take it away... it all belongs to me." Confirming that the Fairy Egg was still tightly clutched in her hand, she kissed the stone egg before lazily rising and heading towards the magnificent wardrobe.

She had once dreamed of obtaining a magically enchanted piece of armor, like the protective armor that heroes, generals, and great knights always possessed to save their lives in life-or-death crises. But now… Alvin flicked her fingertips at the silk brocade before her, and couldn't help but chuckle. These stockings will increase the sensitivity of my feet, these panties will keep me moist and aroused, and this bra will have the effect of promoting lactation and breast enhancement. All these enchanted treasures are now mine.

Alvin was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of lewd clothing, frantically selecting and trying on outfits at the dressing table. To her, these wanton and alluring garments were nothing less than excellent enhancements to her body. The silky fabric caressed her newborn skin, and the thought that these clothes were entirely hers caused her nipples to involuntarily harden.

"Ah~ what is this feeling…?"

Alvin's hands moved to her nipples, her fingertips pinching them forcefully. The rounded breasts flexibly changed shape under her kneading. This skillful masturbation technique undoubtedly came from inspiration in her dreams. Alvin felt a surge of electric-like pleasure coursing through her nerves from the heavy, fleshy ends of her breasts.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

The engorged nipples were pinched until they turned purple, becoming even more proudly erect... Alvin, without any restraint, spread his legs, thrusting his hips forward, his naked body moving vertically up and down, causing his breasts to bounce lewdly with his movements. The swaying breasts slapped against his lower abdomen and collarbone, which showed erotic lines.

"This feels so good, is this what it feels like to become a real man...?"

"That's it!"

Alvin remembered something he'd seen in the closet earlier. That thing would surely prolong this pleasure...

The young man easily found the outfit in the pile of clothes: a red oriental garment with gold thread trim on the sleeves and collar, a daring slit at the chest revealing cleavage, and a pair of luxurious decorations in the shape of golden snakes adorning the breasts. The slits on both thighs went almost to the waist, revealing thongs sewn into the inside of the garment. On the surface, it appeared to be just an excessively gaudy and luxurious outfit, but in reality, it held a hidden secret. Suddenly enlightened, Alvin trembled with excitement as he held the pile of soft fabric. He eagerly unbuttoned the garment, slipped his legs into the thong tucked into his inner lining, and brought the pair of somewhat heavy oval ornaments at his chest together with his breasts—his nipples were cleverly sandwiched between the fangs of a venomous snake, swollen and exposed on his chest like purplish-red jewels, bitten and held in place. As the snake's mouth was filled, the garment seemed to come alive; the golden collar and sleeve collars imprisoned its owner. It couldn't be easily removed.

"This...is this...such a training ground for masculinity? Every moment..."

Sensing the arrival of its new owner, the garment's internal punitive mechanism began to operate. The internal mechanisms of the snake's head began to operate, and the spiral-patterned, spiked metal plugs began to spin wildly on her engorged nipples. This brutal force was a thousand times greater than that of two hands. Alvin, driven to the brink of ecstasy, instinctively tried to remove the mechanism, but the venomous snake had already firmly gripped her clitoris. Any forceful action would only push her further into the throes of arousal. Her lower body was already overflowing with fluids. No one noticed that the thong tightly bound her lower body was soaked with her own fluids, and an ominous, enormous object, also in the shape of a venomous snake, began to emerge, penetrating deeper into Alvin's newly formed vagina… By the time she realized the uninvited guest, it was already too late.

"Ah! Waaaaaah! Ahhhhhh!"

"Ah! This kind of training... I can't take it anymore..."

The dragon-shaped vibrator, magically generated from the thong, mercilessly filled Alvin's vagina and anus. It began to torment its owner with stimulation no less intense than the chest.

"No... no more... it's going to break..." Honeyed juices overflowed, wetting the hem of the lewd prop called a cheongsam but actually a vibrator and torture device. The dragon head on the chest creaked and opened, the milking mechanism starting to operate. The sound seemed to mock its weak-willed owner. When and by whom was this prop with excessively malicious imagination used? And how did the Demoness's Egg know the hiding place of this terrible thing? Only the stone egg that had been accidentally dropped and fallen to the floor knew this secret.

"It's...breaking...down."

Alvin, her consciousness fading, lay on the floor at an odd angle, the torture device still forcing its wearer to stand upright and raise her head even after she had fallen. The Demoness's Egg rolled along the crack in the floor to Alvin, whose eyes were growing increasingly vacant. A grotesque human face stared directly into Alvin's eyes.

"You can't even handle this much?"

"Ugh, ha, ha? But, but..."

"How can you become a real man like this? How will your wish be fulfilled?"

"Yes... I want to become... the most depraved slut? How can I stop here?"

"Well said, that's what the person who gave birth to me should say. In that case, I'll help you a little more..." As soon as

he finished speaking, the lewd lines on Alvin's lower abdomen deepened. Strange lines also began to appear under his skin on his ravaged purple areolas.

"...Huh?"

The cheongsam dress with hidden torture devices didn't seem so maddening anymore. Although the torment continued, his body seemed to be adapting to the waves of pleasure, like electric currents. Alvin struggled to sit up, looking bewildered at his high, firm breasts, the eerie metallic clanging of the metal mechanism still emanating from them.

"Why?" Alvin patted the surface of the stone egg, trying to find an answer. But the Demoness's Egg fell silent again, its closed-eyed face remaining utterly silent.

... "Never mind, I'll ask later." Putting these questions aside, Alvin casually picked up a pair of black stockings with lace trim, slipped them onto his slender legs, and found a pair of matching patent leather high heels. Her body moved with the same ease as if she'd been born wearing those shoes. The metal heels clattered on the floor. Alvin looked at her alluring reflection in the mirror, unable to resist wriggling her body, licking her fingers and muttering to herself:

"So, what kind of training should we have next?...

Hank is the son of a poor farmer in the countryside. As a child, he suffered a high fever that couldn't be treated due to lack of money, leaving him with a limp. Also due to poverty and malnutrition, he is thin and bony. With his frail physique and slight disability, and no outstanding features, he naturally has no luck with women. Approaching forty, he still has no wife or children. Fortunately, he has some ability to read people—so he used flattery to find a menial job in the knightly order. He usually has to fawn over everyone he meets, only when he encounters that sly-looking Alvin can he stand up a little more straight.

"That kid, he went crazy last night, and disappeared as soon as it was light. I don't know where he went." Hank spat angrily onto the pile of decaying leaves. "If he's dragged away by some wild beast, fine, but if I catch him and he steals something valuable and sneaks out to party... I'll beat him to death..."

The thought of how long he'd have to spend in this desolate wilderness with cold tree trunks and large rocks, while Alvin, whom he usually looked down on, was indulging in his imagined luxurious life, fueled Hank's anger. He kicked a fist-sized rock far away. The rock landed in the bushes a short distance away with a dull thud. From where the rock landed came the sound of human breathing and a soft complaint.

"Ugh... how did a rock fly over here...?" "

She sounds like a young woman. What would a woman do in this desolate place?" Hank alertly raised the short spear leaning against the tree trunk.

"Who's there? Come out now!" The bushes

rustled. From the low, dark green vegetation, a pair of slender arms parted the haphazardly growing branches. A flamboyantly dressed blonde woman emerged. Her movements were somewhat awkward; leaves clung to her slightly curly long hair and tight skirt, and her plump thighs were covered in dust, suggesting a rather arduous trek. Hank's erection, seeing this sexy, voluptuous woman, immediately reacted, standing stiffly in his underwear. Hank felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen.

"Hey! Hey, who are you? Why aren't you... wait, what are you doing here?"

Hank's tongue suddenly stopped working, his mind went blank. What was he even saying? In a daze, he took a few more steps toward the woman, a faint scent of her body wafting into his nostrils. The woman smelled so good, he thought. His penis was already painfully hard.

"Huh? How could this be..." The woman's face paled with panic the moment she saw Hank. She frantically backed away, trying to hide back into the bushes, but she couldn't manage to tuck her round buttocks back into the leaves.

Realizing she couldn't escape, she clumsily tried to conceal her jewelry, like a nouveau riche whore trying to hide her wealth in front of a poor relative. In reality, Hank was panting heavily, completely oblivious to her flashy appearance. All he wanted was the white, fleshy breasts and thighs beneath that expensive dog skin!

The woman awkwardly greeted him, stammering out ambiguous explanations: "Ah—it's Hank, what a coincidence~ I…yesterday I…got lost…"

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Hank asked with his remaining sanity, his legs moving forward uncontrollably.

The woman looked surprised, as if she had suddenly realized something obvious. Then, her panicked and fearful expression vanished, replaced by a slow, arrogant, and triumphant smile: "Right, right, of course you don't recognize me, hehehehe…"

The woman laughed arrogantly and foolishly, and Hank no longer had the energy to consider the reason for her change in attitude. His breathing was rapid, like a wild beast's, his only thought being to get closer, closer still—to pin that woman dressed like a whore to the ground and thrust into her.

She sat casually on a tree root, her thighs brazenly exposed, revealing the lace trim of her black stockings. She curled up, pulling off her delicate red patent leather high heels, fastened with small locks, and toyed with them as if showing off, kneading her stockinged feet: "Wearing high heels is so hard to walk in~"

This whore is seducing me! Hank was certain. For the first time in his life, the bachelor had been so directly seduced by such a voluptuous beauty, and instead took a half-step back, loudly asking, "Who—who are you?"

Hank's bluffing questioning had no effect. The woman squinted at him, a seductive smile on her face. "Looks like my wish really came true, huh? Look at me now…aren't I beautiful?"

"Hey, what are you talking about…"

What shocked the bachelor even more was yet to come. The strange woman spread her legs, openly exposing her most private parts.

"Ah, ahhh…" Hank's mind went blank. The little rationality he had regained was thrown aside. What was this bitch wearing? A thong? Why did it feel so painful to take it off, yet also so pleasurable…? What, this underwear…? "

Ah! Ahhhhhhhh?"

Juice overflowed, the woman's vaginal fluids flowing down the lace of her stockings and into the dry grass. The shameless woman, unrestrained in her lust in the wild, panted as a massive vibrator, simultaneously pulled from her vagina and anus, spun in her hand, its end connected to her barely-there thong. "Ha~ha...hahahaha—" Alvin laughed heartily at the astonished Hank before her.

In her eyes, this was undoubtedly the reaction of a vulgar man like Hank, succumbing to her charisma after witnessing her extraordinary prowess. Yes, I'm not the same anymore. The guy who was bossing me around last night now kneels at my feet at the mere sight of my imposing figure. This thought filled Alvin with a sweet, vengeful thrill; this was what "turning the tables" meant.

Her own magnificent attire and figure were beyond the comprehension of ordinary men like him; even a single pair of stockings left him speechless. Someone like Hank… Alvin was at a loss for words. She suddenly didn't know how to describe Hank, a type of person she could see everywhere, yet she couldn't find the right term. A true man, of course, deserved such a title—a beautiful, sexy, alluring, and wanton beauty like herself. But Hank, in Alvin's eyes now, seemed stripped of his sexuality.

Since that was the case, why not continue to humiliate him? Using the sexual label that only she could possess. Alvin was no longer able to distinguish whether this was Shi Luan's suggestion or her own thought, but instead fervently issued her "command."

"Hurry up! Let's have sex! Use your... thick, hard cock to penetrate my shameless little hole!"

With that, Alvin's hands trembled as she spread her pink, moist vulva as wide as possible, exposing her private parts without reservation to the ugly male.

"Ohhhhh! You shameless bitch!"

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Hank ripped open his tattered linen pants, the cuffs dangling, and before he could even shake them off, his filthy, unwashed penis stood erect. He thrust his hips straight into the bitch's vagina.

"Yes! That's it! Violate me harder!"

Despite the copious amount of vaginal fluid and the prolonged penetration of the vibrator, the woman's vagina was surprisingly tight. With each deeper penetration, the vaginal walls gripped the man's penis even more tightly. This wanton female body was simply the ultimate delicacy on earth. Hank completely lost his mind, letting out a beast-like roar and increasing the force of his thrusts.

"Ughhhhhh!"

"Ah? Harder? Ughhhhhhh?!"

She rolled her eyes back, letting out a sharp, wanton cry from her throat. Accompanied by the cries of a wildcat in heat, Hank ejaculated his semen into the woman's body without reservation.

"Good? So comfortable? Ahhhhhhhh~"

"My darling, I want you, I want you to be fucked by me for the rest of my life." The clueless bachelor panted, kneading the soft breasts that were even bigger than his face. Huge, dragon-head-shaped nipple rings adorned the lewd breasts, which were wrapped in bright red satin. Hank squinted, scrutinizing the woman's long, thick nipples, cruelly clamped between the dragon's mouth, rubbing against the sharp metal teeth with every movement of her breasts.

"This, you really are incredibly perverted!" Hank stretched out his fingers, pinching the nipple and pulling it forcefully out of the ring. The purplish-red, erect nipple was stretched long, twitching and throbbing like a man's penis.

"Gulp!" Hank opened his mouth and bit down on the tender nipple, glistening with sweat. He used the upper and lower edges of his canine teeth to bite back and forth on his penis.

"Ah? Ahhhhhhh? It's going to break? Ahhhhhh!"

The woman's lewd moans grew sharper and sharper, echoing through the forest. Birds, startled, flapped their wings and flew away.

"I know your weakness, you bitch... Gulp, gurgle, gurgle, look at your lewd big tits... I won't let any man fuck them and waste them... Hmph, hmph, no matter how I bite, there's no milk?"

"Ugh! Waaah!" Alvin, gradually reaching his climax, had his pupils turn pink and heart-shaped again. The lewd lines on his lower abdomen began to glow again. Alvin had never experienced such intense pleasure. This behavior was certainly not the kind of intercourse between a man and a woman; it was merely a male human succumbing to his own allure and indulging in self-pleasure. Thinking this, Alvin wrapped her stockinged legs around the man's waist, greedily commanding, "Come on! Again! Fuck me again, come on!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Alvin pressed Hank, who was sucking her nipple, into her magnificent breasts. His penis, which had already ejaculated once, was still erect, but no longer as vigorous. She grabbed the man's buttocks, using Hank like a large vibrator, actively thrusting her slender waist, letting his penis continue to pump in and out of her vagina—to outsiders, it looked like a woman in heat assaulting Hank. That was utterly outrageous.

"Gurgle... Waaah..."

Deprived of the initiative in mating, Hank could only let out weak moans enveloped by the woman's fragrant, soft flesh, uncontrollably ejaculating all his semen inside her. After round after round of ecstatic intercourse, his penis was so limp that it could no longer become erect, and his urethra felt dry and burning. The woman who had been as beautiful as an angel just moments before now resembled a demon. Hank tried to pull away, but the woman's jade-like arms clamped his arms around her soft, slender waist like iron clamps.

"Please, please... I can't take it anymore..."

Alvin laughed triumphantly. This was clearly Hank's defeat at his hands; his power had, overnight, enabled them to beg for mercy beneath him, all thanks to the Demoness's Egg. How could she easily give up such a joyful victory? She wasn't a chivalrous person; at this moment, she naturally wanted to exploit and humiliate her defeated opponent to the fullest, flaunting her "power": "Ah? How can you not? This is just the beginning! Come on, fuck me!"

"Ugh, sob sob..."

After being repeatedly drained of his semen, Hank's legs could no longer support his weight, and he collapsed to his knees. His male dignity was completely gone. However, Alvin, with his heart-shaped eyes, showed no sign of stopping. He kicked the exhausted Hank to the ground, exposing his lower body. Yes, power, I want more power, more and happier power, Alvin wished without hesitation upon the Demoness's Egg. "Again? Suck my filthy big tits?"

Alvin spread her legs, sitting cross-legged on the man like a nymphomaniac, offering her drooping nipples to Hank's lips. The man, nearly lost in thought, twitched his lips, unable to answer.

"Since that's the case~~~" The Demoness's Egg had already taught her more lewd techniques and tips in her mind, and now all she had to do was practice and enjoy it more and more. Alvin rubbed her nipples frantically, masturbating wildly.

"So good! Ahhhhhhh!" A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably, flowing everywhere. It blurred Hank's vision, making his eyes blurry. He only felt a warm, different sensation from before coming from his lower body. That was…

“Help, help me…” the single man cried out weakly before losing consciousness.

Afterwards, only the gurgling sound of something in the woman's mouth and occasional sharp laughter echoed through the forest.

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