The Queen’s Awakening and a Goddess’s Resolve

Hizeta’s breathing nearly hitched.

What was it she was seeing?

The embodiment of beauty in her heart, the very shape of her fantasies, was now languidly collapsed in Marta’s embrace, being shamelessly—ahem—licked.

The chocolate was dark.

The Queen’s skin was as white as congealed cream.

The tongue was red.

And so, the red gently, carefully, bit by bit, *erased* the black from the white, the Queen offering seemingly no resistance as she naturally succumbed to the dark vortex.

Her face, too, was flushed.

Marta gazed at her now, somehow transformed into another black armor, exuding an even greater aura of cold aloofness, yet her eyes were vacant, as if she were still reeling from a hangover.

Hizeta’s heart hammered painfully, beating so fiercely it made her feel almost nauseous.

“I… I’ve interrupted…”

A tempest raged within her, a sensation of something collapsing, and she retreated in a daze, needing time to process everything she had witnessed today.

****

Ophelia had never experienced this sensation before.

When she was still a ‘he,’ certain anime and games would still prompt him to ‘relieve himself,’ but that had been merely a way to vent desire, not desire itself.

Desire originated from the heart.

Yet the desire she felt now seemed to stem from the body.

She had been utterly unable to move moments ago, as if overtaken by some instinct, a craving from her body, as the chocolate slowly, thickly, and stickily flowed.

Then another kind of wetness gently wiped away the chocolate.

A current seemed to course through her skin.

‘Down there,’ it felt so strange.

It felt similar to the swelling sensation of a boy, yet also profoundly different; a much stranger feeling, as if something were about to gush forth.

Unlike a boy’s, which didn’t particularly hinder movement, this left her utterly powerless, unable to stir, merely a toy to be manipulated.

Marta finally ceased.

Yet her first reaction was not, ‘Finally, it stopped,’ but rather, ‘Why did it stop?’

This thought startled her.

‘No! I have to turn back into a boy later! I can’t just succumb to a girl’s desires like this!’

Ophelia struggled to stand, but her body was utterly unresponsive, tingling and completely limp.

“Queen…” Marta murmured softly.

Her eyes, clearly devoid of light and deep as an abyss, nevertheless reflected Ophelia’s image with perfect clarity.

The setting sun was just right.

The wind, too, was gentle.

“That was my first kiss,” Marta stated unhurriedly, seemingly turning her head away with a hint of shyness.

“Also, today was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

****

Ophelia rested on the bed for a long time, desperately suppressing the urge to reach her fingers down. She truly feared her own desires, for this could not be considered her eternal body.

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to go back.

[This might be true.]

The system’s voice echoed in her mind.

It sounded incredibly dejected, utterly exhausted.

“Wh-what?” Ophelia gasped in surprise, sitting bolt upright. Outside, a brilliant river of stars spanned the sky, with stars and moon shining in unison, proclaiming this to be a true otherworld.

[I can no longer contact the Central Hub. The last message I received from it stated that this world is undergoing an anomaly.]

[I apologize, Ophelia. I’ve run calculations repeatedly these past few days, but I simply couldn’t predict this. The Central Hub has created many systems to help numerous individuals transmigrate into books, and all of them have successfully completed their missions.]

[However, I don’t believe you did anything wrong; this world simply underwent an anomaly.]

Ophelia’s heart trembled.

“Th-then I’ll never be able to go back for good!?”

‘No! My computer and phone haven’t been wiped yet! What if someone discovers I’m missing, and then Uncle Police breaks down my door…’

‘Wait, I think I also have a physical book I just bought, only two pages in, lying open on my desk. It’s about Snow White reversing the wicked Queen—that won’t become my遗物 (TL Note: A possession left behind by a deceased person), will it…?’

The system fell silent.

Ophelia’s entire body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto the bed as if all strength had drained from her. This wasn’t merely a physical issue now; she had suddenly realized she truly couldn’t go back.

It was as if all her efforts these past few days had been for naught.

So tired.

Truly exhausted.

Why?

She couldn’t see the light when she looked up, couldn’t feel solid ground beneath her feet when she looked down, couldn’t perceive herself, couldn’t even breathe.

This profound mental exhaustion slowly led Ophelia to close her eyes.

‘Would they really discover I was missing?’

‘There were so many news stories about people found dead in their homes months after their passing, usually because of the smell of their bodies. I seem to have transmigrated with my entire body, haven’t I? So I don’t even have a body back there; they really might not ever find out.’

‘If the utility bills go unpaid, the property management would probably just quietly cut off my electricity, and likely wouldn’t even bother to check on me.’

‘Right, I have no friends, no family. How would anyone discover I’m missing? It’d be really hard.’

“Ha.”

Ophelia let out a self-deprecating laugh.

‘In the end, it seems I have more people who care about me here. Can that empty house truly be called a home? Or is this royal chamber my actual home now?’

‘Where is my home…?’

She sat up again, a sense of self-abandonment gradually coloring her mood, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Melancholy red eyes, flowing white hair, her entire aura and beauty so exquisite she seemed otherworldly.

‘At this point, does it even matter anymore?’

Ophelia’s hand slowly slid downwards.

‘If I can’t go back, then indulging a little shouldn’t matter, right?’

“Eep!”

An electric shock-like sensation.

She tried to rub it a little, just like the girls in those short videos.

Her entire body trembled, shaking so much that she instantly lost all strength.

‘Th-this feeling… if I play with it more, I’ll break! Stop immediately!’

‘No… a girl’s body is too terrifying! Is it just me, or are all girls like this? I just lightly touched it and moved it a little! Why do I feel like I’m going to break down?’

‘If someone were to truly unleash their desires on me, then my body, mind, and brain would probably all break… No! I might be self-abandoning, but I don’t want to break…’

[Host, I was just researching… Host!? What are you doing! You’re secretly pleasuring yourself behind my back!]

“Ah, I’m sorry, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to, boohoo, I just wanted to try it out?”

[Why didn’t you let me watch? Please wait until I’m present next time you ‘relieve yourself’.]

‘?’

[Never mind that. I’ve just checked the data. Apparently, there were people from other worlds who couldn’t return before, but they eventually went back with the help of the deities in those worldviews. I recommend you try that too. Don’t we have that Starry Sky God?]

‘Oh, good! That’s a plan!’

Ophelia felt her motivation return.

She sat upright in bed, simultaneously warning herself not to ‘pleasure herself’ again, lest she ‘break’.

****

Meanwhile.

Vina stood atop the starry sky.

Beneath her feet lay an endlessly swirling firmament, and before her stood a figure whose form was obscured.

“Human? How did you ascend here?”

Vina smiled and offered a bow.

“God of Stars and Wisdom, I am your loyal devotee. Please allow me to participate in your tea party and worship you. I am willing to offer you my everything.”

She spoke with devout reverence—

‘—How could that be?’

‘I merely don’t want you to leave, Ophelia. Even if it means stealing divine authority, even if it means slaying gods, I will make you stay.’

‘You had no escape from the very beginning, Ophelia. I will make you understand. I will make your eyes lose their light, then paint them with my colors. I will make you imbued with my scent and molded into my shape.’

‘Only then can you always be with me, can’t you? That promise from a very, very long time ago—’