Chapter 120:Turn you back?

Chapter 120: 120:Turn you back?

"What! What are you trying to do?!" Mr. Darson shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with panic.

"Quiet. It will be over soon," Nova replied coldly.

She suddenly clamped her hand onto the crown of his head. A pulsing, ethereal blue light erupted from her palm, forcing its way deep into his body.

"Arrg!" Mr. Darson screamed in agony. He thrashed wildly, but an invisible, crushing weight pinned him firmly to the floor, rendering him entirely immobile.

"Spare... spare me!" he stuttered through the pain. But Nova merely looked down at him, a breathtakingly wicked smile curving her lips. Bathed in the eerie blue light, she looked like a demon freshly ascended from the depths of hell.

The pain tearing through Mr. Darson was suffocating. It felt as though every bone and sinew in his body was being violently ripped apart and stitched back together. It was an agony beyond human comprehension, and his face drained of all color.

Suddenly, his physiology began to warp. His anatomy inverted, his masculine features melting away as his flesh forcibly rearranged itself. His chest expanded painfully, his hair lengthened in rapid, dark waves, and within moments, his entire physical form had been brutally reshaped into that of a woman.

Seeing the transformation complete, Nova withdrew her hand and stared down at her masterpiece. The newly transformed Darson lay gasping for air on the floor, still shuddering from the residual, agonizing shockwaves that refused to fade.

"What... what did you do to me?" Mr Darson sobbed. The voice that echoed through the room was no longer his own, it was distinctly feminine, rough with terror. Hot tears finally spilled over her cheeks.

"I turned you into a woman. What do you think?" Nova laughed, her voice ringing with dark, absolute satisfaction at her handiwork.

Mr Darson’s eyes widened in sheer, mind-shattering disbelief. his trembling hands explored his altered body, finding nothing but female anatomy where his manhood had been, and heavy breasts aching on her chest. Pure horror twisted his features.

"How... how could this happen? Turn me back! Turn me back! Arrg!" he shrieked, but the fiery torment still burning deep within his joints silenced any further protests.

Nova chuckled darkly. "Turn you back? To what? No... female suits you perfectly. You finally have that ’hole’ you were talking about."

"You demon! I will expose you! I swear, even with my last breath, I will expose you to the world!" Mr Darson shrieked, endless tears streaming down his face. A violent cough racked his frame, and he vomited a mouthful of dark blood as his body continued to rebel against the forced mutation.

Anah suddenly materialized beside Nova, a low chuckle escaping her lips. "What a deeply satisfying punishment. I’m impressed, Nova," she murmured. She extended a graceful hand, and a sharp spike of blue light ignited like a flame at her fingertip. She pointed it directly at the weeping Mr Darson.

"Keeping him alive is a slight risk, but a necessary one. We must ensure he cannot speak of what he witnessed tonight," Anah reasoned. "I considered wiping his memories, but if he forgets that he used to be a man, the punishment loses all its flavor."

The blue flame shot from Anah’s fingertip, striking Mr Darson perfectly in the center of the chest. It bloomed outward, searing a glowing blue lotus seal into his skin before sinking deep and vanishing completely.

"There. He is now utterly incapable of speaking, writing, or describing anything about us," Anah finished. She threw her head back and laughed—a loud, piercing sound that bordered on pure psychopathic madness, eclipsing even Nova’s darkest moods.

"Brilliant. You always know exactly how to handle a target, don’t you?" Nova grinned, laughing along with her companion. Her gaze snapped back to the shivering Mr Darson on the floor. "Now, let me make things a little more... spicy for you."

"Let go of me! What... what do you want to do?!" Mr. Darson panicked, thrashing helplessly as Nova seized him by the throat, effortlessly lifting him entirely off the bloodstained ground.

"I’m taking you somewhere you’ll have plenty of fun," Nova purred, her eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, my bad. I forgot to mention a minor side effect. From this moment on, your new body will violently crave a man every twenty minutes for the rest of your pathetic life. I’m sure it’s already burning, begging to be filled."

Mr. Darson’s eyes bulged in absolute horror. He opened his mouth to scream a denial, but a sudden, feverish heat swept through his veins, masking the residual pain. A terrifying, maddening itch gnawed at his lower half, and an intense, humiliating surge of unnatural lust consumed him completely.

"Transform me back! I... I swear I will never come near you again! I will never touch a woman ever again! Please, change me back! I’m begging you!" he bawled, bursting into a pathetic, agonizing wail.

Nova merely smirked. "What a pity. I’m no saint, and your apologies are entirely useless to me."

Without another word, Nova, Anah, and the weeping Mr. Darson vanished seamlessly into thin air.

The moment they departed, the grand mansion spontaneously ignited. Unnatural, roaring flames consumed the structure, burning wildly into the night sky and erasing all evidence of the horrors within.

...The Underground Nightlife Bar...

Nova materialized seamlessly in a dimly lit, smoky hallway outside a heavy wooden door, her iron grip still locked around Mr. Darson’s throat. She knocked twice, sharply. Instantly, her dark veil reappeared, cascading down to obscure her features.

A moment later, the door creaked open. A busty, heavily perfumed woman stepped out. She looked Nova up and down, casually fanning herself with an ornate, feathered hand fan, an air of blatant arrogance surrounding her.

"Well, well... it’s awfully late in the night to see a young woman wandering these halls," the Madam remarked, flashing a wide, calculating smile.

Nova ruthlessly dropped Mr. Darson onto the hard floor between them and stared dead at the Madam. "Two million. I’m selling her to you," she stated flatly.

The Madam stared down at the mess on the floor. Mr. Darson lay there, hair wild and disheveled, panting heavily from a mixture of fading agony and the torturous, overwhelming lust flooding his new system.

"This woman looks like she’s about to breathe her last. Why should I drop two million on her?" the Madam scoffed, her lip curling in disgust. "We only need energetic prostitutes here, not half-dead junkies."

Nova chuckled darkly. "She is nowhere near death, at least for now. She is simply extremely... desperate. Two million is a steal. Within two nights, you will easily make that money back. Once your customers get a taste of her relentless appetite, they won’t dare bargain over whatever price you set."

The Madam chuckled dismissively. "It’s not like she’s made of liquid gold. Plus, she’s hardly a rare beauty."

"If you aren’t buying, I can easily take my business elsewhere," Nova replied, her tone dangerously light. "And if you utter one more word of complaint, the price goes up."

The Madam fell silent, her calculating eyes narrowing as she re-evaluated the writhing figure on the floor.

"Fine. Two million," she finally agreed. She snapped her fingers. "Girls! Take this one to VIP Room 2. Let her serve the guests there."

Two scantily clad women emerged from the shadows of the room, hauling the thrashing, desperate Mr. Darson away by his arms.

"I will scan your code for payment," the Madam said, pulling out her phone.

Nova bring out her phone from her pocket. The scan confirmed the transaction instantly, and the money was transferred.

"I hope I don’t take a loss on this, even if she isn’t quite as profitable as you claim," the Madam muttered, pocketing her phone.

"Okay," Nova replied simply. Without a backward glance, she turned and melted into the shadows of the corridor.

The Madam stared thoughtfully at Nova’s retreating figure, a greedy smile curling her lips. "Fascinating. With a figure like that, she’s definitely just a young girl. Yet to be so calm, so steady... she actually gave me a thrill. She is certainly no ordinary woman," she murmured to herself.

Her gaze flicked back down the hall toward VIP Room 2. "Ah well, let’s see if I bought a hidden gem today. If not, I’ll just butcher her and sell her organs on the black market to recoup my costs."

Still smiling, she stepped back into her office and shut the heavy door behind her.