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TRDLoL: Ch.14: Call Me Lilith.
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 21:19:04 +0000 UTCBroc was panting on the deck of the ship. Her mind was swimming with images and feelings that she didn't understand. There was a rush of euphoria and joy for becoming the woman she always wanted to be, but also a sense of confusion and fear for the possible monster that she might become. She looked up at the night sky, staring into the starry firmament, wondering what the future had in store for her.
Chase was still focused on maintaining his magic as other prompts popped into his view.
< Does the Master wish to change her name? >
'Huh!?... No! Leave him with his original name. Wait! Why are you calling him, a her now? Oh, god... Did I turn him into a chick? Shit! How did this happen?'
< Master is undecided for now. Moving to the next option. What class will the new disciple have? >
'Oh, fuck... Ugh, what classes are similar to an assassin? Oh! I know. Make her a rogue!'
< Confirmed. Disciple's new class is Sexy Rogue. >
'Wait! WHAT!? I SAY ROGUE YOU STUPID—'
< Changing Class... >
"Ahhh!?" Moaned Broc as she arched her back. Her assassin's skills were morphing into rogue ones. Her body was becoming leaner and stronger. Her agility increased. And her speed doubled. Her new rogue powers gave her a new set of abilities.
'M-My knowledge? It's changing... Aaaahh!'
Broc could feel her skills altering, becoming more suited for the new class. Her body was enjoying the sensations. It was almost like she was being born again.
< The disciple's new skills and stats have been applied. >
Broc panted, her breasts heaving as she took deep breaths. She wanted to move, but Chase's Mana still had a hold on her. She looked at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome. But there was something about him that she couldn't describe.
'Why can't I move? Why is he doing this to me? Does he not want me to be his assassin? He must want to turn me into a mindless sex slave. I can't let that happen! But I'm too weak!'
"Hah... Hah... Master..." Broc mumbled as she tried to reach out for Chase, but the mana that bound her was too powerful.
Chase didn't stop the process, even though he could hear the loud moans and cries of longing. This made him feel a small tinge of guilt, but he kept his eyes and focus closed as he didn't know if the process was done yet.
< Broc Blackstone Lv.1 >
< Class: Assassin to Sexy Rogue >
< Race: Human to Succubus >
< Alignment: Untainted >
< Second disciple of Chase >
< Strength: B to D >
< Defense: E to B- >
< Dexterity: D+ to S- >
< Agility: A- to S- >
< Magic: C+ to A+ >
< Intelligence: F to A- >
< Growth: A to S >
'God damn... Everything but her strength improved... I-I hope she isn't pissed at me for changing her gender by mistake. Fuck! This is embarrassing...'
"E-Eve? Is he safe?" Chase asked.
"Oh, she is fine. She's just a little confused and disoriented. Let's say she's been born again," Eve said in a mischievous tone.
Chase sighed and slowly released his demonic mana, and he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a beautiful blue-haired woman with stunning golden eyes, pointy ears, and two cute horns poking out of her forehead.
"H-Hi..." Chase said awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
Broc didn't waste her time. She rolled away from him and landed on her feet with grace. She kept her eyes on him, not knowing if she would jump into the water and swim away or hug him.
'He's... He's so handsome. I-I can't take my eyes off of him. H-He changed me? How did he know? How did he know I always wanted to be a woman? W-What do I do?' Broc thought.
Chase started panicking. "U-Uhm, listen! I don't know what happened when I was testing out my corruption abilities! I was only trying to free your mind! But somehow, I turned you into a girl. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry! I promise I will turn you back to a man!" he exclaimed as he tried not to look at Broc's beautiful face and gorgeous body, which weren't hidden at all in her buggy clothes.
Broc felt sad as Chase avoided looking at her. She had no idea why, but it made her worry that she had become a hideous monster.
"A-Am I so ugly that you can't even look at me?" Broc asked sadly.
Chase felt time come to a standstill, disbelief washing over him like a cold wave. His gaze slowly turned to her, and what he saw sent a jolt through him. Broc’s golden eyes shimmered with anxiety, wide and vulnerable, while her lips quivered slightly as if holding back a storm of emotions. Fear radiated from her, and at that moment, he knew he was missing something.
'Huh?... She's worried about being ugly? B-But she's drop-dead gorgeous! WAIT!?'
Chase recalled all of Broc's childhood memories, including his being an outcast who wore woman's clothing at the time and his disgust over his own body. 'Was Broc a trans woman?...'
Chase stood up and looked at Broc. His gaze was gentle, and he shook his head slowly. "No... You're the complete opposite... You're breathtaking," Chase said sincerely.
Broc blushed at Chase's compliment. She had no idea why her heart skipped a beat. And her face burned up.
"Really?" Broc asked in a low, sultry voice as her posture eased up a bit.
"Yeah, you look amazing," Chase said with a smile.
Broc couldn't take her eyes off of him. Chase was just so charming. She felt something inside her stir as she stared at him. She looked around the deck of the ship to find anything that she could use as a mirror, and she took a dagger off of a dead soldier's body and used it to see her reflection.
Chase panicked when she grabbed a weapon off of a dead soldier, and his heart dropped, thinking she would try to kill him, like what Laila tried to do after her transformation.
Broc held the sheathed weapon up to her eye level and took a breath before pulling out the blade. She stared at the reflection of the polished metal and was stunned by the sight. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest.
"Oh my god... I'm beautiful," she whispered as she slowly raised her other hand to touch her face. The smoothness of her skin made her tremble. She could feel the warmth of her cheeks as she gently brushed her fingertips along her cheekbones. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her bottom lip quivered. But then she reached between her legs to double-check and found her original equipment was indeed missing.
'M-My penis is gone, and I have a vagina! I'M A WOMAN! I'M WHOLE!'
Broc's tears streamed down her cheeks, a cascade of overwhelming joy flooding her heart. The dagger slipped from her fingers, clattering to the ground as she turned her gaze to Chase. His expression was a mix of confusion, unable to decipher whether her tears were born from elation or fury. Before Chase could even process what was happening, Broc suddenly appeared right in front of him, as if defying the laws of time itself. The air crackled with intensity as she stood there, a whirlwind of emotions ready to unfold.
"GAH!?... Um?... Is everything okay?" Chase said as he tried to step back, but Broc followed him while looking into his purple eyes with her golden ones.
"You... You did this to me? You did this for me? But... Why?" Broc asked softly as her face was close enough that her hot breath hit his skin.
"I? Um... I was trying to see if I could make you into a better person... And I might have screwed up? I'm sorry I didn't mean to turn you into a woman," Chase explained.
Broc was silent, but after a few seconds, a smile spread across her face. "You idiot," she said playfully.
Chase flinched as he was unsure if he had just insulted her. But his worries were unfounded as Broc's expression changed. Her cheeks reddened, and her eyes became softer.
"W-Well... If there's anything else you need from me... Don't hesitate to ask. I am forever indebted to you, Master," Broc said softly.
Chase found himself enveloped in the gentle cadence of her voice, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. As the tension began to ebb away, he couldn’t help but let out a deep, contented sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.
"S-So, there aren't any hard feelings?... That's great. I'm sorry about what happened. But I guess you are happy about the outcome," Chase said, relieved.
"No, not at all, Master. This is better than anything I could've ever imagined. And my mind feels so much clearer like a block has been removed from my soul," Broc replied with a warm smile.
"I'm glad. Y-You know you don't have to be this close to me," Chase said awkwardly.
Broc's cheeks flushed redder as she realized how close they were.
"S-Sorry! I'm just... Do you really want me? I-I did try to kill your friend... Are you planning on taking your revenge out on me by making me a sex slave... Or wife?..." Broc asked nervously.
'Wife?...' Chase was caught off guard by the sudden mention of being a wife.
"N-No! I would never force you into anything like that!... I want a family and a partner, not slaves!" Chase declared.
Broc's tail wagged happily, and her heart was racing. "I-I'm glad... T-Thank you, Master... Um, may I ask, why did you make me into a Succubus?" Broc asked curiously.
"Um... W-Well—"
"Did you spare me so you can use me for your perverted fantasies!?" Broc started to blush.
Chase was caught off guard, 'Huh!? Why does it sound like she wants me to say yes!? Wait... Is she asking because she's hoping for that?'
"U-Um... No. It was more like... Um, I had a few options, but I accidentally chose succubus. W-Which isn't a bad thing! Succubus is an amazing race! They're powerful and can use a variety of abilities and spells. A-And they have great combat skills! I-It was just a coincidence. B-But, uh, you are very beautiful and sexy and cute, and, um..."
Broc always longed to make a handsome man tongue-tied, and it was better than she imagined. Her tail wagged with glee, and her chest tightened.
'He thinks I'm beautiful, sexy, and cute! My heart is pounding so hard! I've never felt this way before!... I-I wonder how big his cock is... No! Bad thoughts! You're his disciple now, not his lover. Oh, my gosh! Is this how all girls feel? This is so exciting!'
Eve, the floating Grimoire, watched in silence, her ethereal pages fluttering with frustration. Shame washed over her as she observed Chase, her master, who was far from the imposing Demon Lords of her past. Instead of exuding the confidence and pride befitting his role, he seemed more like a timid bystander. Just as she was about to unleash a snarky remark to jolt him out of his passivity, her words faltered, caught in her throat.
Suddenly, she noticed the Love Points beginning to surge, stacking up like coins in a treasure chest. And the only thing Chase was doing to earn these coveted experience points? Engaging in a simple conversation with Broc—just like he had done with Laila. Eve couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and intrigue. What was it about his earnest, unassuming nature that drew these points to him?
'IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!?! B-But Master isn't forcing her on her knees and shoving his cock into her mouth! O-Or tearing off her clothes and fucking her on the spot! How is he getting these Love Points by only talking to her?! IT MAKES NO SENSE!?' Eve screamed inside her own head as the floating Grimoire was struggling to understand her master's charisma.
"Ahh, so you find me pleasing, Master," Broc said shyly as she batted her eyelashes.
Chase loosened his collar, "U-Uh, yeah, but please call me Chase!... I-I don't like the idea of someone calling me master."
"Why not?" Broc asked curiously.
"It's just uncomfortable. You are not an object to be discarded once you've fulfilled your usefulness. I would never treat anyone like that," Chase explained.
Broc couldn't believe how sweet he was. She had no idea why, but hearing those words made her happy, and her loins throbbed.
'H-He's perfect... I-I feel like this is what my life was meant to be... With him... I need him to say my name again. To call out to me.'
Broc was feeling a strange heat rising in her chest. She couldn't stop thinking about how handsome Chase was. How kind he was. How much she wanted him.
"I-I call you by your name if you say mine," Broc offered as she bit her lip.
Chase felt his blood rushing to another part of his body when she bit her plump lip in that fashion. He swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded.
"Alright... Broc..." Chase said her name softly, and Broc's ears found it not... Right.
'Huh?... W-Why don't I like hearing my name in that tone?'
"N-No, you're not saying it right, M-M-Master," Broc corrected him.
"Huh?" Chase was confused, "Okay... Broc?"
Again, it didn't hit her in the right way.
'N-No! Why do I hate hearing my—'
It hit Broc like a ton of bricks. She hated her male name. It reminded her of all the times her father would abuse her. Or when she was training as an assassin, and the instructors would treat her as nothing more than a tool. She hated that name. She never realized it until now.
"Um... Can you say it again? Please?... But!... Give me a new name... A proper name that suits me as how I am now," Broc requested.
"A new name?" Chase repeated.
"Y-Yes. I want you to name me. Give me a proper one. One that will fit the woman I am. That will be mine, and mine alone. One that you will call out to," Broc begged, her body trembling with excitement as she stepped forward. Chase stepped back and bumped into the main mast of the ship.
"Ugh!?... Huh?" Chase looked behind him and saw he was trapped. He turned back to her, and his face heated up as hers was inches away from his.
"Um... Okay... J-Just give me a moment," Chase said, trying to come up with a good name.
"Take your time, M-Master~" Broc cooed as she was enjoying the way his cheeks burned red and his heart raced.
'Okay... Okay... Um. Her golden eyes are striking, and her body is like a goddess. Plus, she's very forward but shy at the same time. Um, let's see... Oh, wait! I think I have it,' Chase thought as his brain was trying to formulate a good name.
"L-Lilith!" Chase blurted out, and her eyes opened wide.
"Say it again, please," Broc asked excitedly.
"Lilith. How does that sound?" Chase asked.
Broc was captivated by the way Chase pronounced her name; it was music to her ears. She felt a flutter of anticipation and couldn’t help but ask, “Just once more?”
Chase’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, sending her heart racing with a sweet urgency. The words he spoke were unlike anything she had ever heard—so beautiful, so profound. In that moment, everything clicked into place; it felt as if she was experiencing a rebirth. She had finally uncovered her true name, and it resonated deep within her soul, filling her with an overwhelming sense of belonging and purpose.
< Name change accepted. Broc has changed to Lilith Blackstone >
'Huh!? Hold on! This prompt was still active!?...'
< All requirements have been achieved for 100% Loyalty from your disciple. Have fun with your harem! >
'Now wait one second! I didn't want to start a—Oof! Huh!?'
Lilith seized Chase's head, drawing him in until their eyes met, locked in an intense gaze that sent a shiver coursing through her spine. The electricity between them was palpable; she could almost taste the power that radiated from him—the swirling mix of desire, lust, and unspoken love. Every fiber of her being craved it. She was determined to be his guiding force, to help him chase his dreams, no matter what they entailed. In that moment, an unbreakable bond surged between them—she was his, and he was irrevocably hers.
"I-I am forever yours, Chase," Lilith proclaimed as she moved in to kiss him.
"W-Wait! Wait! WAIT!" Chase exclaimed as he stopped her.
"What? What's wrong, Chase?" Lilith asked.
"We can't do this," Chase stated.
"W-Why? Am I not attractive to you?" Lilith asked worriedly.
"Oh, god, no. It's the complete opposite. But this isn't the right place... You know, with all the dead bodies... A-AND!... I would feel bad if I didn't tell Laila first... She was the first person I saved, and I care for her too," Chase explained.
Lilith blinked and looked around at all the dead bodies and felt awkward that she almost had her first kiss in such a messy and smelly place.
"Oh, I understand... Uhm, is it okay if we just hug for a moment?... I-I have never felt this before, and it feels like I might fly away if you don't hold me tight," Lilith asked.
"Oh! Uhm, sure, I'm a little tired myself," Chase agreed.
Lilith was thrilled and pulled him into a warm embrace. She sighed happily as her nose was filled with his scent. And he rubbed her back, which made her melt in his arms.
'My heart is pounding... It feels like I'm being held for the first time. I'm so happy... Hehe! I'm going to make him mine once that prude Laila freaks out about taking the next step... And if she does manage to go all the way, then I'll upstage her. Hehehe. But I'm not giving him to her that easily. Nope! No way!' Lilith thought happily as she felt his muscles through his clothes.
Eve was watching from the side, and she couldn't believe all the Love Points that Chase gained from the interaction with Lilith.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? HOW!?!'
Eve couldn't hold on anymore, so she flew towards them and buzzed around them.
"HEY MINION TWO! What did Master do to make you give off all these Love Points!?" Eve shouted.
"Gah!? Eve!? Calm down! What are you talking about?" Chase asked as he released Lilith and tried to catch the flying grimoire.
Lilith didn't know what to make of this flying book that zoomed in and stopped in front of her face, "TELL ME!? WHAT IS LOVE!? HOW DID HE DO IT!?" Eve shouted.
"W-What!? What the heck are you talking about!?" Lilith asked.
"You know very well what I'm talking about!" Eve demanded as she flew away, right before Chase grabbed her.
"Eve! I told you what love is, and you didn't believe me! So calm down, please!" Chase said.
"Then explain it to me again because clearly there is more to it!" Eve snapped back.
Chase let out a frustrated groan, pressing his fingers against his temples as if that could dull the mounting pressure inside his head. "Eve, I’m really not in the right headspace for this. I promise we’ll talk later, but for now, we have to keep it together until Laila gets back, alright?” He tried to sound reassuring.
Eve narrowed her eyes and smashed her cover closed. “FINE! But if you break your promise, you’re going to find out just how sorry you can be,” she shot back, her voice laced with a mixture of determination and defiance.
Chase sighed and looked at the corpses, "Yeah, I know... Hey, Lilith... Want to give me a hand and toss all the bodies overboard? We should probably get rid of them," Chase said as he stretched his arms and popped his joints.
"Yes, Master. I mean, Chase," Lilith smiled and blushed.
Chase nodded firmly, a steely resolve in his eyes as he moved with purpose. He reached down and began gathering the bodies of the slain, each a grim reminder of the new world he was in—a world far crueler than his previous life and where the line between right and wrong depended on who was in power. He hurled them over the ship's railing with careful precision, watching them disappear into the swirling depths below.
