Chapter 1: Small Fry~ Small Fry~

“Heh heh, this Goddess of Pleasure is so lame.”
“She didn’t even press her advantage when the protagonist was weak, and just ended up falling asleep.”
“If it were me, I’d have a girl on each arm and turn them all into my wives.”

In the bedroom, the young man sitting in front of the screen held a game controller, muttering to himself.

“Small fry~ small fry~”
“Why does a dignified succubus have to insist on draining boys’ juices? Wouldn’t girl juice work too?”

The boy in the headphones shook his head helplessly.

“It is for no other reason than that you are simply too unskilled.”

A bolt of lightning, which had been streaking normally across the sky, made a bizarrely sharp turn, striking his body like a precision-guided missile.

“GAIA!!!”

There were damp stains on the pale, mottled lime wall.
A faded straw mat covered the hard, rough bed planks.
On the bed, the eyelashes of a sleeping silver-haired girl trembled, as if she were about to awaken.

The silver-haired girl shot bolt upright.
She clutched her heart, still in shock, and began to gasp for breath.

“Hah— hah— what a realistic nightmare.”
“I thought the Goddess of Pleasure had come to get me.”

Squish, squish.

The silver-haired girl narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

‘Wait, this feeling…’

She squeezed again.

“What the hell!? I’ve turned into a girl? What kind of joke is this!?”

Memories slowly flooded her mind, and the silver-haired girl clutched her head with both hands.

Vast patches of memory were blurry and blank.
The only things she could clearly recall were that she had attended elementary school, and that she had a name: Dounia Viktor.

‘Dounia Viktor… Who’s that?’

The silver-haired girl tilted her head, hopped off the bed, and warily surveyed her surroundings.

It was a small cell dominated by gray and white tones.
A bed and a desk with a chair took up most of the space.

The heavy iron door had only a single square window, through which she could vaguely see outside.

Dounia walked around a partition in the room.
In the corner was an extremely simple small washroom.
She looked into the dusty mirror and her jaw dropped.

A silver-haired girl stood alone before the grimy mirror.
Reflected in it was her long hair, like the cold silver moon.
Her clear, bright eyes were filled with astonishment, yet they also held a timid, pitiable look.

Her silver hair cascaded over her slender shoulders like a waterfall, each strand shimmering with a silvery-white light.
Her face was exquisitely sculpted with soft, natural curves, as if a masterpiece carved by a master artist.
Her long eyebrows arched slightly, outlining a noble yet lively temperament.

Although she wore a somewhat tattered white robe, the skin visible beneath the holes was as fair as snow, soft and delicate.
She looked less like a prisoner and more like a captured, down-on-her-luck noble lady.

‘I’m screwed…’

Dounia sank to the floor in despair.

Her trembling hand slowly reached for the edge of her skirt.

Empty.

There was nothing there.

“It’s all gone… There’s really nothing left…” the girl’s voice was thick with sorrow, as pitiful as the cry of a small bird.

“Goddess of Pleasure! Ah, Minos!”

A faint ray of sunlight streamed in through the window on the iron door.
As if sensing something, Dounia instinctively looked toward the bed beside her.

On it sat a small demon, the size of a figurine, with bat wings and a heart-shaped tail, looking at her with a mischievous grin.

‘This suspicious appearance…’

“You’re the Goddess of Pleasure, Lilith!?”

“Give me back my little brother!”

The little demon easily dodged Dounia’s grasping hand, its large eyes twinkling with mischief, seemingly hiding endless naughtiness within them.

“Didn’t you say I was lame? Then let’s make a bet.”

Her seductive, languid voice seemed to contain an infinite charm.

“I bet you will become my most faithful apostle. You will, step by step, cast aside your prejudices and embrace the femininity that truly belongs to you.”

Dounia’s red eyes trembled for a moment.

“How is that possible?”

“I will personally witness all of this sweetness, my dear~”

The little demon vanished into thin air with a pop.

“Don’t run! At least let me out of here first!”

However, no one answered her.

Dounia stood stunned for a moment, then took a few dejected steps back and plopped down on the bed.

Her ruby-like eyes were veiled in a light mist, shimmering with unshed tears.

“My dear little brother, may your journey be peaceful.”

“I hope you can find a little kitten you like in heaven…”

“Amen.”

Dounia clasped her hands together, fingers intertwined, and shed pious tears.

“Even without you, I will definitely not awaken the woman within.”

“I will prove that even without my little buddy, I’m still a real man!”

Outside the iron door’s window, two female guards were observing her.

“She’s strangely devout. Did we arrest the wrong person?” the shorter guard couldn’t help but be moved by Dounia’s appearance.

“You’re still too naive,” the other guard shook her head. “Followers of Pleasure are extremely cunning creatures! Don’t be deceived by their appearance.”

Dounia slowly opened her eyes and tried to clear her thoughts.

‘First, the Goddess of Pleasure from the game is actually real… she can enforce justice across dimensions, definitely someone not to be trifled with! And looking at my surroundings… I should be in a cell in the Anomaly Bureau.’

‘An ordinary prison wouldn’t have such luxurious facilities, nor would it have such a heavy iron door. That means I might be a follower of some cult…’

Dounia clenched her small fists, imagining a fireball materializing in her palm.

But nothing happened.

‘Haha, no powers at all. It’s over!’

Dounia threw herself backward onto the bed, wearing a lifeless expression like a salted fish.

She knew all too well that for a suspicious person like her, locked up in the Anomaly Bureau without any powers, only death awaited.
Either she’d be tied to a cross and roasted like a barbecue for being a heretic, or she’d be thrown out into the snow beyond the main gate and freeze to death.

‘Before I die, I might as well enjoy myself a little.’

Dounia tugged at the thin blanket, and her small hand hidden beneath it began to slowly creep toward her stomach…

‘I’ll just give it a try!’

‘I’m going to die soon anyway. This doesn’t count as falling from grace, just satisfying my own curiosity.’

‘If I can die in a state of happiness with no cooldown, that would count as a happy ending, right…?’

A serene smile appeared on Dounia’s small face.

Clang—

The sound of a lock turning came from behind the iron door.

Two female guards rushed in.

“M-069, cease your actions immediately! Or we will eliminate you on the spot!”

“I… I didn’t do anything! I’ve been wronged!”

“And you still say you’re not a Follower of Pleasure!” the older, more mature-looking guard jabbed Dounia under the blanket with her stun baton.

Dounia’s whole body convulsed from the electric current.

“I really… am innocent…”

The mature guard grabbed Dounia by the ankle and mercilessly dragged her off the bed.

Her delicate skin was scraped raw on the rough floor, leaving a bloody mark.

“Wuwu… it hurts,” a few tears spilled from the corners of Dounia’s eyes.

She was already afraid of pain, and this new body… seemed even more delicate than her previous one!

“Is that so? Then we’ll give you one last chance,” the mature guard said.

Dounia was roughly pulled out to a round table in the corridor.

“I’m sorry, you just need to prove you’re innocent…” the other, shorter female guard patted her shoulder gently, her palm pretending to brush past her shoulder casually.

‘Her shoulder is so smooth! So delicate! Like a baby’s skin!’

The female guard reluctantly removed her hand, then wrapped a red silk ribbon around Dounia’s head, covering her eyes.

The mature guard placed five booklets on the table.

Two were in full color, two were black and white, and the last was a psychology book—The Self and Spontaneity.

“If you choose the correct item, we will consider letting you live.”

Dounia’s hand trembled as it hovered over the full-color booklet.
Silence filled the air around them.

‘Not this one?’

She slowly moved her hand to the other full-color booklet, then to the two black-and-white ones.

Finally, her small hand came to a stop above the psychology book.

“Hee hee.”

She heard the exceedingly frivolous laughter of the Goddess of Pleasure, Lilith, but she reached for the psychology book with absolute certainty.

‘Lilith definitely wants to see me die the most, so I have to do the exact opposite!’

“Did I win…?”

The red silk ribbon before Dounia’s eyes was slowly untied.
The female guard behind her sighed.
The mature guard in front of her leaned down, looking at her with an icy gaze.

“A pure heretic! Your crime is unforgivable! Throw her into the snow!”

“Why…?”

Her small eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

Lilith’s mocking voice echoed in her mind— “In this world, knowledge of psychology is a form of forbidden knowledge!”

“Bye-bye~”