"What… the fu..c…k…?" Panic surged through him.
He tried to shove her off, but his arms were dead weight.
He couldn't move his fingers. He couldn't even blink.
He was frozen, locked in a tight embrace with a woman who was suddenly terrifyingly strong, her blue eyes wide open now, glowing with an eerie, predatory light, turning into vertical slits.
Reptilian.
The pressure in the room skyrocketed. Alex felt like an invisible hand had wrapped around his throat, choking him.
"Argh!" Alex fell to his knees, clutching his chest. The cold spread rapidly, turning into a searing, burning heat.
He felt something writhing under his skin, moving from his heart down to his stomach, like a live snake burrowing through his flesh.
A thick, foreign energy flooding his veins. It felt slimy and hot, rushing through his blood like liquid fire.
It pooled in his stomach, then shot lower, swirling around his balls and his hardening little brother, before rushing up to his chest.
"Get off! Get the fuck off me!" Alex screamed in his mind, but all that came out was a muffled groan against her lips.
The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just energy; it felt like a blueprint, a set of instructions forcing its way into his DNA.
His heart hammered against his ribs, thump-thump-thump, but it felt like it was beating in sync with hers.
She kept him pinned there, paralyzed, her legs wrapped tight around him, his chest heaving against the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts, which felt like warm silk pressing into his skin.
She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her expression was no longer pitiful. It was triumphant.
"A soul from another world," the voice whispered in his mind, echoing with slight amusement. "Perfect compatibility, do you feel that, Alex?"
Alex's eyes widened, terror finally overriding his arousal. Soul from another world? It was true. How did she know?
"Who... who are you?" Alex managed to choke out, his voice barely a rasp.
The woman smiled, her lips peeling back to reveal two sharp, elongated canine teeth.
"The way your heart is craving for me? The way your cock is throbbing, begging to be let loose? You're so deliciously desperate."
She leaned forward and licked his neck, her tongue rough like a cat's, sending shivers of fear and pleasure through him.
"I am your new owner," she hissed while shifting her hips, grinding her wet, plump pussy against the hard bulge in his jeans.
The friction was agonizingly perfect.
"Hnhhh…!!" She let out a low, guttural moan, her breath hot against his ear. "I can feel you shaking. I love how much you want me. I want you to crave me until you can't think, can't breathe, can't remember who you were before you walked into my shrine."
She began to rain wet, biting kisses down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin just hard enough to leave marks.
She was marking him, claiming him as her own. Her voice dropped to a dirty, commanding whisper.
"You're nothing but a toy for me now. A beautiful, hard little toy. I'm going to drain every drop of pleasure from you, and you're going to love every second of it."
As she spoke, the heavy warmth Alex had felt earlier intensified.
It wasn't just physical heat; it was as if her very essence was leaking into him, blurring the lines between where he ended and she began.
He felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, a romantic, drug-like haze that made the terror of her possession feel like the greatest gift he'd ever received.
He immediately pushed her off and ripped his shirt open, buttons popping and bouncing on the dusty floor.
There, on his chest, a tattoo was forming in real-time. It was intricate black ink, depicting a majestic, coiled snake with silver scales.
The snake's head rested right over his heart, its golden eyes seemingly alive, staring right back at him.
The pain was blinding. His bones felt like they were melting and slowly reshaping.
His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, his body arching backward.
"You're mine," she murmured against his lips, her voice vibrating through his entire body. "Every thought, every orgasm, every breath. I'm sliding inside your mind, Alex. I'm taking root."
She shifted again, sliding one of her shapely, thick thighs between his legs, pressing her wet heat directly against his cock. She began to rub herself against him in a slow, torturous rhythm, her hips rolling with a predatory grace.
"Look at me," she commanded, her eyes glowing. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You..." Alex gasped, his voice breaking, his mind swirling in a vortex of pleasure and surrender. "I belong to you."
A triumphant, predatory smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her breasts squashing flat against his chest, and whispered one last dirty promise into his ear. "Good boy. Now stay right there and feel how much I'm going to ruin you."
"My blood and genes will start awakening, soon your body will be mine..." the woman's voice directly echoed in his head, sounding faint now, as if she was falling asleep or fading into him. "There's no escaping... from it. Give in. Let me take over."
The woman's physical body in front of him seemed to dissolve into mist, pouring into the tattoo on his chest, leaving Alex alone in the shrine, writhing in agony.
Just then, when Alex was feeling helpless, convinced he was about to die or be possessed, he saw a blue translucent screen pop up in front of his eyes…
Something he had only seen in video games back on Earth.
[Ding!]
[System Integration Complete.]
[Detected High-Level Spirit Soul (Silver Serpent Empress). Commencing fusion.]
[Bloodline Detected: Ancient Snake Demon.]
[Gene Awakening: Naagin (Enchantress).]
The woman's voice let out a confused shriek in his mind.
"What is this? How could this happen?" She evidently couldn't see the screen, only feeling the sudden, impenetrable wall of the System protecting Alex's soul.
[Warning: Host creates conflict. The Nagin Gene is exclusively female. Gender adaptation process initiated...]
Alex read the last line just before darkness took him. 'Gender adaptation? What the hell does that mean?'
His last conscious thought was a terrifying sensation in his groin, a burning, shrinking heat, and a strange softening of his chest.
Then, everything went black.
The morning sun sliced through the thin curtains of Alex's small room, hitting him right in the eyes.
Alex groaned, shielding his face with an arm. His head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton.
"Ugh... my head," he muttered, sitting up slowly. The familiar squeak of his old mattress greeted him.
He looked around. He was in his room at Uncle John's house. The smell of burning coal and hot iron drifted up from the smithy downstairs.
"A dream?" Alex rubbed his temples. "Yeah, must have been. I passed out in the rain... Uncle John probably found me."
He swung his legs out of his bed.
His body felt strange, light, airy, and unnervingly sensitive. The rough fabric of his blanket felt like sandpaper against his skin.
He stood up and stretched, but stopped midway. His joints didn't pop or crack like usual.
His arms and joints moved with a fluid, liquid grace that felt alien to him.
"I need a shower," he grumbled, grabbing a towel. "Wash off the mud and this weird feeling."
He walked into the small, cramped bathroom down the hall and locked the door.
Steam from the hot water heater fogged up the mirror. He wiped it with his hand.
The face staring back at him was... him. But different.
His jawline, usually square and stubbly, looked smoother, more tapered.
His messy black hair seemed to have a bit more shine to it, falling perfectly around his face without him trying.
His eyelashes looked longer, framing his dark eyes which seemed wet and glassy.
"Weird," he whispered. His voice sounded a fraction higher, softer.
He reached for the hem of his sleep shirt to strip for the shower.
Alex pulled his shirt down.
There, etched into his skin in dark ink, was a tattoo of a Naagin with a beautiful face, the same face as the silver-haired ghost.
It flickered on and off, magically appearing and disappearing on its own over his body.
"No..." Alex backed away until he hit the wall. "It wasn't a dream."
Suddenly, a transparent blue screen popped up in his vision, hovering in the air.
[Name: Alex]
[Race: Human / Snake Demon Hybrid (0.1% Awakened) (Mutating)]
[Gene: Ancient Naagin (Enchantress) - Awakened 1%]
[Gene: Recovery (F-Rank)]
[Class: Civilian | Status: Confused / Healthy]
[Attributes:
Strength: 8 (Average is 10)
Agility: 11
Charm: 15 ]
[Passive Skill:
[Feminization: As the Naagin bloodline awakens, the host's body will slowly adapt to become the perfect vessel to become an Enchantress. Current Progress: Molting Phase: 1/9 (Softening of features, skin improvement).]
[Active Skill:
[Feral Gaze: Minor chance to stun enemies or charm others.]
Alex stared at the panel, his mouth open in shock.
"System? Feminization?" Alex whispered, panic rising in his chest. "Fuck, I finally awakened the system, everything about the system novels I read was true.."
He then slowly looked down at his hands.
"Shit..." Only then did he finally remember the Feminization part he read.
They did look a little more slender than yesterday, the knuckles less pronounced, the fingers long and elegant.
"Fuck.. fuck… I'm turning into... a girl? Because of that ghost?"
"Finally awake, little vessel?" The voice slithered through his mind, smooth and mocking.