"It seems... the Tesla that has entered your body is affecting your emotions."
Paul, holding Ars by the wrist, closed his eyes to examine his body, then opened them and said,
"Originally, Tesla couldn't cause these symptoms... but the special Tesla that entered Mr. Ars's body apparently contains a factor capable of stimulating human emotions. Although all the remaining Tesla in your body has been purified, your emotions are still in a state of agitation due to the influence of the intrusion."
Ars, still tormented by the inexplicable anger and disgust that haunted him, explained this emotional state to Paul, who had come to examine his body. After a brief examination, Paul came to the following conclusion.
"Then... will this feeling persist...?"
"Probably not. I sense that Mr. Ars's condition with Ethel is gradually stabilizing. He will soon be able to control his emotions." Paul, having finished examining Ars's body, stood up and adjusted his priestly vestments, continuing to speak.
"Now you need to focus on your recovery. Since you've been bedridden for about two weeks, your body is quite stiff. You may be discharged tomorrow, but please, for now, only engage in light physical activity."
"Okay... thank you."
"Please. Then, get some rest."
After Paul's words, Ars felt a slight sense of relief.
This feeling of relief was due to the fact that this emotion wasn't entirely his own.
But the thought of yelling at Lisbeth still haunted him.
"Liz... I'm so sorry..." How much pain she must be in.
He had hurt Lisbeth because of his own cowardice.
Emotional factors aside, what tormented Ars was precisely the fact that he had hurt Lisbeth with his stupidity.
"Tomorrow... I need to leave early to visit Lisbeth..." Ars decided. Tomorrow he would buy Lisbeth's favorite flowers, apologize, and give them to her.
He pondered what words to say by way of apology when they met, and slowly lay down on the hospital bed.
...Today, Lisbeth was overcome by a deep melancholy, because Ars, who was closer to her than family, had yelled at her for the first time in his life.
She wasn't much of a drinker; besides Ars, the only time she'd ever had a drink with anyone was a few glasses with friends at the coming-of-age ceremony at the magic school.
So, while Lisbeth was immersed in the rain and melancholy, was her request for a drink with the suddenly appearing Shimo a desperate attempt to escape her depression?
Or was it an instinctive temptation she herself wasn't even aware of?
Lisbeth drank with Shimo without knowing the answer, and this act inevitably led her to her current situation.
"...Um...Shimo?" Shimo's force pushed Lisbeth, forcing her to lie down on the bed.
She was grateful to Shimo for accepting her whims and drinking with her, but when she saw Shimo's erect and enormous penis, the thought flashed through her mind that she had failed to satisfy his sexual desires that day.
And unconsciously grabbed Shimo. But for some reason, Shimo's state was different from usual.
It was as if the method he'd used to force her to masturbate in the beginning had now overtaken Shimo.
However, unlike before, Shimo didn't threaten her or fly into a rage; he simply sat up in bed and looked down at her.
"This...Shimo? W-what happened?" "Lisbeth..." Shimo, embracing Lisbeth with his enormous body, looked at her and called her name.
This inexplicably sharp and scorching gaze left Lisbeth with a strange feeling of insult.
"Now you should understand it, even without my words. Lisbeth."
"Wh...what?" Beneath Lisbeth, the ferocious, enormous member throbbed and leaked a viscous liquid.
For some reason, her current position, the writhing sex organ below, and the animalistic, masculine scent emanating from it evoked strange emotions in Lisbeth.
"Lisbeth."
"Hmm, hmm?" The monster stared at her, its gaze radiating incredible intensity.
Feeling that gaze, Lisbeth gradually felt herself transforming into something else.
At the very moment she was overwhelmed by this strange feeling, Shimo made a shocking announcement.
"I will make you my only woman."
"...What?" Hearing these words, Lisbeth finally understood what this strange feeling was.
This strange feeling was caused by the man's desire to transform her into a woman.
This desire served as the impetus for her gradual transformation into a woman.
"..."
"..." After these words, the male and female stared at each other for a long time, unable to look away, their gazes seemingly devouring each other.
Was it because of the intoxication?
Or because of this first encounter with the roar of Ars?
Lisbeth couldn't clearly picture her lover's face; it seemed shrouded in a hazy haze.
All that appeared before her was a monster—a man's face and a huge body with prominent, muscular features.
Looking at this body and face, Lisbeth, enveloped in a strong masculine aura, gradually began to exude the aroma of aroused femininity. Her lower abdomen was already saturated with the fluid characteristic of femininity.
In fact, the instinct that Lisbeth, unaware, had already prepared her for becoming a woman from the moment she brought Shimo into the room that day.
This instinct compelled her to unconsciously enter the bathroom without changing and emerge wrapped only in a towel. She pulled out not the cute, matching pajamas she and Ars usually wore, but a flowing blouse, exuding a strong feminine scent, her shoulders visible beneath.
Lisbeth herself was unaware, but her instincts had already begun to seduce the man standing before her.
Her nostrils and mind were filled with the scent of masculinity and wildness. At that moment, Lisbeth had already transformed into a female in heat, unconsciously seeking pleasure from the dominant male standing before her.
"..." Guided by instinct, Lisbeth erased her lover from her memory.
She unconsciously unbuttoned her shirt, removed the panties that protected her precious virginity, and shyly turned her face away.
Although it was a silent signal, it instinctively alerted the male standing before her.
Seeing this scene, the giant horse long ago forgot all about his own body and transformed into a mindless male monster.
The male stirred slightly, examining the female's precious genitals, now free from the protection of her panties.
Her genitals, never before touched by a man, remained beautifully clean and softly elastic, tightly closed, as if demonstrating their innocence, as if not even a finger could be inserted.
A clear fluid poured through the closed opening, revealing signs of estrus.
The male intently examined the smooth, flowing curves of her vulva and began to explore the cleft with his tongue.
"...Mmm...!" The woman, who had never been touched by anyone but her own fingers, felt a strange sensation for the first time—a pleasant tingling running down her spine.
Before she could even register the pleasure, a new wave of ecstasy washed over her, ravaging her.
"...!? What...? When it's done by my hand... it's completely... different...!" The woman, who usually dreamed of romantic moments with her lover, was now enveloped in a thrilling pleasure she had never experienced alone, her body ablaze with heat.
The male's tongue, too rough for a virgin, covered the female in a pleasure she had never experienced before, and in this pleasure, she easily reached a mild orgasm.
"...!!! Haa...! Ah...♡" The woman, trembling slightly, reached a mild orgasm and splashed a little of her vaginal fluid onto the man's face to announce her condition.
Receiving the signal, the male rose again, straddling the female and gazing intently at her.
"Ah..." The female's vulva, glistening with a pure pink light and saturated with sticky fluid, lightly touched the disproportionately large and fierce dark red penis.
His movements and intense gaze directed at the woman expressed the question: is she ready?
"...Hmm." Receiving a quiet, welcoming response from the female, the fierce penis, like a roost returning home, plunged without hesitation into her vulva.
That day, the flower bearing the name of Lisbeth's virginity wilted, accompanied by the woman's deafening moans.