Chapter 27: A Very Long Dream

Luka had a very long dream.

In it, he was the empress.

During the day, he wore glamorous eye makeup and an ornate gown. Holding the empress’s arm, he received dignitaries, generals, and marshals from politics, business, and the military.

At noon, he cooked personally, adding a hand-made, love-filled home-style dish from his previous life to the empress’s already lavish lunch.

In the afternoon, he had tea with noble daughters and wives from prestigious families. They traded political scandals and love gossip, and compared their spouses’ [bleep] abilities, competing over who was more [bleep] blessed.

At night, he waited at the [bedchamber] gate for the empress to return from inspecting her domain. He hiked up his gorgeous but [bleep] dress, groped the [bleep] inside, and asked in a syrupy, affected voice: “Your Majesty, will you dine first, or [bleep] first? Or should we say… shall we make the twenty-sixth baby first?”

Midnight: hoo ×5 (revised)

Late night: hoo ×10 (revised)

Dawn: hoo ×50 (revised)

“Please, just stop [bleep]ing!”

Luka woke with a start and sat up. “What kind of person does that?! Going at it from eight at night to eight in the morning!”

He broke out in a cold sweat, panting, and looked around in panic.

The room around him was familiar. It was his room from his previous life.

Which was now his mental space.

“Whew. It was just a dream. Scared me to death!”

Luka flopped back onto the bed, buried his face in the little bear plush in his arms, and whimpered. “Boo hoo, that was horrible. Little old me doesn’t want to get [bleep]ed until my little belly is swollen the next day, and I don’t want to make a twenty-sixth baby either. Boo hoo…”

A minute passed.

“Aah!”

Luka jolted, throwing the bear plush aside as if it were electrified. He sprang up from the bed like a female leopard.

His brows were knitted, his face dark. Cold sweat kept beading from his temples.

“What kind of outrageous lines were those?!”

He raised a trembling hand and clamped it over his small mouth. “‘Little old me’? ‘Little belly full’? ‘Have a baby’? ‘Boo hoo’? Are those things a real man would say?!”

Smack!

Luka slapped himself hard across the face. His cheek stung.

The pain settled his nerves a little.

“Don’t panic! I must have gotten too deep into the dream role. I just woke up and wasn’t fully conscious. It’s just some leftover influence!”

As if trying to convince himself, he kept muttering, “Now that I’m calm, I can be very sure I’m still that towering, heroic man. There is no way I’m some weak, submissive little loli girl hugging a bear plush and whimpering!”

Wait. Bear plush?

Where did a bear plush come from?

Luka froze, as if realizing something.

He looked down in horror.

The bed and blanket that should have carried a masculine scent, along with the plain pillow and sheets, had all disappeared.

In their place was a beautiful bed in pink and white, printed with countless cute animals and heart patterns.

The pillow was big and soft, fragrant like a rice cake.

The sheets and quilt cover had lace and ruffles along the edges. Cute and gorgeous.

The bear plush he had just flung aside was lying alone at the foot of the bed.

And there were countless more cute plushies like it, piled up at the head of his bed, stuffed so full it looked like a claw machine at the mall.

“Aah! Scared me half to death!”

Luka’s scalp felt like it would explode. He yelped, rolled off the bed, and tumbled across the floor.

He lay on the floor, his heart churning like the storm-tossed Atlantic.

‘What the hell did I just see?’

He stayed on the floor for a while before he finally steeled himself, got up, and looked at the bed.

It wasn’t an illusion. It was still that pink, delicate, unbearably cute maiden’s bed.

His last shred of hope died. Luka’s face turned ashen as he scanned the room in despair.

The one comfort was that everything else still looked as he remembered: plain, rough, and a little messy.

Only the bed seemed like an intruding foreign object, completely out of place.

“What does this mean?”

Luka looked horrified. “The mental space reflects the most peaceful, comfortable sanctuary in a magical girl’s heart.”

“My bed turned into a girl’s bed. That means part of my heart is starting to turn into a woman’s?”

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

“I’m a real man, through and through! I, Luka, would rather die in battle, fall from the sky, or die out there than become some delicate little woman!”

Luka clenched his pink fist and swung it hard at the air.

As if he were about to trade blows with some nonexistent will.

After calming down a little, he began pacing back and forth in the mental space.

A brave heart and spirit were all well and good when facing difficulties.

But objective problems couldn’t be ignored.

Since transmigrating, he had been pushed forward by an irresistible tide.

The only thing he could think about was how to use death replay to survive this meat grinder of a front line.

But after four replays, the problem was no longer as simple as “staying alive.” There were more urgent questions to consider.

First, how to successfully evacuate from the desperate situation after the legion’s surprise attack. That was the most pressing problem.

Second, the truth about his identity that he had learned from Alesia definitely hid some huge conspiracy and danger.

Why had he, as the crown princess’s consort, been forcibly dragged to the front line? What kind of dark scheme was at work?

Even if he managed to get back alive, would the princess force him to become her official wife, leaving him to spend all 365 days of the year getting [bleep]ed and having babies until his legs gave out?

There was no goddamn way!

Finally, even if both problems were solved, the issue revealed by the change in his mental space remained.

To put it bluntly, he was starting to feminize.

From a biological standpoint, this growing girl’s body was constantly secreting large amounts of female-specific hormones, remaking his body from the inside out, affecting his personality and his thought patterns.

And the extremely scarce testosterone would only keep weakening his masculinity.

On the soul level, the magic flower seed, a product unique to magical girls, constantly gave off a pure, dreamy aura, subtly influencing his soul and spirit, drawing him closer and closer to a true magical girl.

Maybe as his power grew, that influence would only get stronger!

He had to find a way to deal with that too.

Survival, fleeing marriage, and feminization.

These three problems were like three mountains pressing down on him, leaving him breathless.

Worse, in his current state, he had almost no information or intelligence. He was in the dark, helpless, and could only charge forward with his head down.

But hard as they were, one thing was certain.

No matter what he wanted to change, power would always be the most fundamental driving force.

Not just his own, but also his companions’.

Finding ways to grow stronger, increasing his influence, and gaining more helpful companions along the way. That would be his long-term goal.

Moye and Alesia were a good start on that goal.

“Ugh…”

He glanced at the pink bed and let out a helpless sigh.

Then, with a thought, he left the mental space.

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