The World Is Mine For The Taking

"I see..."

That was the only thing that left my mouth after she introduced herself.

Dorothea's eyes lingered on me for a few seconds longer, her lips curling into a crooked smirk that screamed trouble.

There was something unmistakably devilish in her expression.

She was like a cat who just found a helpless mouse to play with. A mischief danced in her gaze, as if she'd already decided what kind of game she wanted to play.

"You don't look surprised…? That's actually surprising." Her voice carried a teasing lilt, like she was disappointed she didn't get the reaction she hoped for. "I thought for sure you'd be squirming in panic like a little chick. Guess that little scene didn't do it for you, huh?"

Her words dripped with amusement, but I didn't flinch. I met her eyes.

"If you're someone capable of doing something like this... then obviously, I'd have to be prepared to deal with whatever comes next, wouldn't I?"

"Well, you're certainly a clever one," she admitted, then suddenly smacked her lips together with a soft, wet click.

I couldn't tell if it was a tick or something she did on purpose. But she didn't say anything more about it. Instead, she kept staring at me.

Now with genuine curiosity.

"Now then, boy..." Her voice lowered slightly, edged with something playful yet condescending. "Why don't you introduce yourself to me? It's only fair. I gave you mine. Just your name is fine. I don't give a damn about the sluts standing next to you."

My eyes flicked sideways for just a second.

Did she really just say that?

Tris didn't react. She kept smiling, unbothered as always, her expression calm and composed. Isiliraiellyn, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed—though probably not because of self-control. It looked more like... she didn't even understand what the word meant.

Well, I suppose I might as well go ahead with it.

"I'm Leon," I said simply, keeping my voice even.

"Leon? Just Leon? No last name?" Dorothea tilted her head like a curious bird, eyes narrowing with interest.

"I don't have one," I told her plainly. "I'm an orphan."

"I see… Hmmm..." She stared at me again, her eyes scanning me like I was some strange artifact she couldn't quite figure out. Then, she smacked her lips again.

It was more forceful this time, and for a split second, I swore it echoed louder than it should've.

She seemed unaware she was even doing it. Like it was muscle memory.

"You're an interesting person, Leon," she said. "I can see your aura. It's definitely unique. This is the first time I've seen something like this… Oh wait… now I get it."

Suddenly, a smile curved on her lips.

"Now I understand… I've felt this aura before. The mana around you… your presence… I kept wondering where I've felt it. There's someone who hides herself well from the Nine Seats of Fangs. I don't know much about her, but her presence is impossible to forget. Overwhelming, even. Last year, I heard she changed… apparently because she found her long-lost brother. Now I see. You're her brother..."

She had to be talking about Elise.

It's been a while since I last saw her. The last time we even talked on the phone was months ago.

Apparently, she'd been busy with things in the underground. There were strange movements with the magic knights coming and going, and she was trying to figure out what was going on, so she stayed down there, unable to meet up even though she really wanted to.

Elise was one of the Nine Fangs of the Underground. So was Eris… who was supposedly killed while protecting people trying to escape the Principality months ago.

There was no body found though, so there was a chance she was still alive.

"I didn't think I'd end up meeting the beloved brother here," Dorothea said, yanking me back to the present. "I figured I'd never cross paths with him. But, well… the world's apparently small enough to make that happen. I'd be thrilled, honestly... but tell me something..."

Then came the curveball. Her smile turned twisted. Her voice playful again, but sharper.

It was like a knife hidden under silk.

"Was it good to fuck Elise?"

I stared at her, blankly.

I didn't answer.

What the hell kind of question even was that? There wasn't any reason to entertain it.

"If you're done with this whole fucking charade, I'm leaving." I rose to my feet, my tone flat and cold.

"W-Wait! I'm just joking! Just joking!" she panicked, waving her hands slightly. "I'm just… you know? Curious about some things. It's an interesting topic, don't you think? There's a lot of incest stories out there, but yours and Elise is quite a juicy one so I couldn't help but ask."

She gave a forced laugh, like she was trying to downplay what she'd just said.

"W-Well, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine! I won't push. Just… don't leave without giving me that money. I could use it to buy more toys. These wooden cold dicks just don't cut it anymore."

So that's what she planned to spend it on? Dildos?

What a wild fucking woman.

"Have you tried real dicks?" I asked bluntly.

"Yuck."

Her reaction was instant... and extreme.

She didn't just look disgusted. She looked viscerally repulsed, like I'd suggested eating raw sewage.

"I don't want some other person's stuff inside me. That's fucking disgusting," she said, voice tight with revulsion. "At least with toys, they're mine. So it's not gross at all."

"That's a weird thing to say…" I muttered, furrowing my brows slightly. "But well, whatever."

Letting out a soft sigh, I slowly lowered myself back into the chair, the wood creaking gently beneath me as I shifted.

"Now then…" I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my thighs as I stared directly at her. "I'm going to ask you the real question I came here for."

Dorothea's posture stiffened ever so slightly, her smile flattening just a bit as she instinctively braced herself.

"Do you know a man named Johanne?" I asked, voice calm but firm. Then I corrected myself, tone sharpening, "No… I should just say a woman. Someone you turned into a man."

At that moment, Tris visibly straightened her back, tension crackling in the air around her like static as the conversation finally circled to the real reason we came.

Meanwhile, Isiliraiellyn tilted her head slightly, the usual boredom in her eyes replaced with something sharp and curious, as if the topic finally piqued her interest.

Dorothea stared at me, wide-eyed, caught off guard for a single heartbeat. But that moment of shock was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smirk that radiated playful malice.

"Oh~?" she purred. "So you came all this way for that? What, are you hoping to turn back someone I already transformed into a different gender?"

So it was true. She really was the one who could alter someone's gender.

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with interest. "Tell me… who told you I'm the one known as the witch who can change genders?"

I turned my head, locking eyes with Tris.

Without hesitation, Tris answered. "I accidentally overheard it. I got curious, so I decided to come investigate you. And, well… that led us here."

She spoke plainly, without embellishment, but her tone carried enough weight to make the message hit.

"I see..." Dorothea said in a low tone, nodding slowly.

Then, without warning, she stood up from her seat, brushing off the hem of her dress, and raised her hand.

Snap!

The sound echoed through the room, unnaturally loud, almost like a clap of thunder in a sealed space.

Suddenly, a sharp, jarring weight slammed into my chest.

My body tensed as a strange, foreign pressure pulled at my center of balance.

I looked down… and my eyes widened in disbelief.

There they were. A huge pair of tits, round and heavy, now protruding from my chest.

"What the heck?!"

Even my voice... it had changed. It sounded softer, higher-pitched and distinctly feminine.

I whipped my head to the side and saw Tris. Now, a broad-shouldered, masculine version of Tris stood in her place.

And beside him… Isiliraiellyn was no longer the woman she was. No, she had also become a man.

"Eh? W-Why…?" I stammered.

"Huh?" Tris blinked, confused and stunned.

All three of us… had been gender-swapped.

"Fufufufufu~!" Dorothea giggled wickedly, her eyes glittering with amusement. "You three look absolutely delightful with your genders flipped."

She stepped closer, licking her lips slightly as she gazed at me. "Now this is more my taste, Leon. You look so much like Elise now. Minus those monstrous tits, of course. Though yours are still pretty damn big. But your sister's… hah, hers are massive."

"Hey!" I snapped. "Bring us back right now!"

She only laughed, voice tinged with arrogance. "This is why I'm feared as the most dangerous witch out there. Because with just a snap of my fingers—" she held her fingers up again, mockingly "—anyone who hears it gets their gender reversed on the spot."

Her eyes sparkled with twisted pride. "My unique ability is called Essence Inversion. Even a power dampener won't be enough to fully restore you. You'll never be the same again. Isn't that just the coolest thing?" she said with a wide, satisfied grin.

Cool? No. It was terrifying.

Not just dangerous—it was a goddamn curse. A power that could rewrite someone's life, identity, and body in an instant.

"Guh… You're going to pay for this…"

Dorothea looked down at me with a smirk still glued to her lips, her eyes dancing with wicked humor.

"Oh? And how exactly? With those big tits of yours?"

Suddenly, a deep rumble filled the room. The air shifted.

From beneath the floorboards and through cracks in the walls, thick, green vines erupted violently—slithering like snakes, lashing toward Dorothea.

"Huh?! What the—?!"

The vines whipped across her body, curling and tightening around her limbs. They writhed like living creatures, coiling over her skin in a twisted caress.

Her arms were yanked backward. Her legs spread apart, completely restrained. The vines wrapped her up, holding her down like prey caught in a net.

"Wha…?! The power of Dryads?! How?!"

I stepped forward, standing just in front of her now-bound form, my expression dark.

"Didn't I tell you?" I said coldly. "You're going to pay for this."