Chapter 26

When John left Pam's room, he directly went to Terry's. The sun was about to rise in two hours. And he had just enough time to do what he wanted.

John didn't knock or make any noise when he entered.

Now that he had all physical attributes thanks to Mizuki— relying on a [savage] version of stealth, flexibility, and agility— he entered Terry's room like a cat.

Looking at his sleeping brother, who he felt some guilt about turning into a woman, John exhaled a silent sigh.

In the next instance, he did what he'd come for.

~~Puff~~

Terry wasn't woken up by the smoke around him. The gender-bending smoke was visible to the eye but more ethereal than anything toxic or suffocating.

Terry slept on his right arm. His body and mug faced the door. And his or now her ass was facing the wall against her bed.

Once the gender-bending smoke faded, John looked at his latest work of art, female, hentai-version Terry, thinking:

'Now, that's a beauty…'

'...Was Terry supposed to look like this, or did the [sinful] version of my gender bending enhance the appearance?'

John thought for a moment. Not sure.

The only sure thing was that he liked what was in front of him.

This world was most definitely hentai. There was no way women could be so erotic if not.

Terry still had a fit body, but it wasn't gender-opposite to what she was as a male.

Her new and strongest points were her waist, hips, and ass.

Her tits were nice but nothing extraordinary. he didn't feel like fucking Andy, but she had better boobs than the new Terry.

'...Well, boob size and ass size don't matter anyway...I can change them to liking anytime I wish...'

'...These new life powers are perfect for me since I'm both an ass and boobs guy...'

John thought when he was getting out of the room.

He wanted to fuck Terry right now, but he wasn't that cruel. That would feel more like rape to him. Something he wasn't well-placed to judge— considering his forceful gender-bending shenanigans— but which he never considered doing to his family...However, to anyone else he didn't care as long he wasn't caught.

Since it was a hentai world, there was hentai logic.

XX

At the same time, Somewhere in town,

Paul Greyrat couldn't sleep.

Waking up hornier than he'd ever been at 2AM, he went out to jog and work up a sweat.

Passing by the park nearest to his house, where he often ran, he noticed police cars and police sirens.

Walking to the murmuring crowd standing behind the yellow tapes that the police guarded, he asked an adult woman:

"Excuse me, lady, what happened here?"

"They say Geese Howard from Howard Corp is dead. Someone murdered and left his bloodied corpse in the park." The woman replied.

Hearing the woman's reply, Paul Greyrat was shocked.

Minutes later, Paul left after confirming the rumor several times and even asking a policeman.

Someone he always looked up to died tonight, but leaving, there was a strange smile on his face.

When he was done running, returning home— his mood excellent— he swung his practice sword a few times.

XX

Another person happy— but the next morning— was Peter Grill.

Eating breakfast and watching the TV news at home with his parents and sister, he secretly thought:

'...Is this Karma for trying to cuck me?'

Peter had spoken with the Alpacas sisters, so he learned he wasn't cucked yet.

Though the girls looked attracted to that kid John, they said they had just met and that there was nothing between them at the moment.

XX

Having a very noisy breakfast at home that morning, John didn't pay attention to the furious Terry. Or the opportunistic Andy who screamed to support and speak for her new older sister.

For the first time since he'd transmigrated, John received some notifications from one of his abilities: His [anti-ntr senses.]

The faces of two reckless guys came up in his mind while John slowly drank his tea and ate his eggs.

It looked like this Friday would be interesting— Especially when his date with Alcina was tonight.

XX

Above the sacred void,

Juhachi looked at the baby sisters who rudely trespassed her favorite house and said amusingly:

"Vados, Caulifla, Kale…"

"...I don't recall sending invitations for a party in eleven thousand years. What do you want?"