F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 167: Role Reversal

"..."After the soldiers who set the traps returned, I and the soldiers equipped ourselves with weapons and armor and took some supplies with us, heading to the location of the trap where the angels would pass.

We waited for about two days, until now where we are all hidden and waiting. I look at Syl’Vyr and Eve standing near me. Syl’Vyr is wagging her tail and her ears are perked up.

"Evelyn-chan..." she whispers to me quietly.

"They’re close! Coming to this place!" she says as I nod my head, passing the information to Eve through my mind, and soon I move my hand to signal the soldiers that they’ve arrived.

The soldiers make the same hand signal to warn everyone, thus alerting them all that the angels have arrived. I take a deep breath, knowing that deaths are going to happen, so I quickly prepare myself for it.

At this critical moment, I think of my siblings: Esther, Marie, Lucien, Augustus, and Laplace. They all make going to war and fighting seem so easy. I wonder how it can be so easy for them to lead people.

’I wish I could be a leader as good as Esther and Laplace...’ No matter how repugnant Laplace’s actions may be, he’s still one of the best at leading troops in war.

’Besides, what is Esther doing now? And what about Laplace after being punished by our father...’ My doubts turn to these two, but I shake my head negatively, not wanting to think about them. I need to focus now.

And no doubt Esther must be plotting something against someone or just reading books, and Laplace is probably being lustful somewhere with some girl who doesn’t want him.

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"DAMN IT, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!!" I scream with rage, throwing that damn fairy’s cage against the wall. The cage hits it hard, denting it, while the fairy inside groans in pain.

"L-Laplace-sama, i-is something wrong?" she asks, looking at me with a lifeless gaze, no real concern, but I see in her eyes that this damn creature is enjoying this.

"Damn it... damn it, this can’t be happening to me." I scratch my face so hard that blood starts to flow and drip onto the floor. The scent is sweet—a powerful aphrodisiac that comes out with my blood. I’ll heal soon, so this brief self-harm hardly matters.

"..." I pick up the cage again and take this mini-bitch out of it. She looks at me with a mocking expression. She’s the only one who knows what’s happening to me.

"..." I squeeze her tightly, wanting to kill her, but I paid a high price for this fairy and can’t get rid of her just because I’m frustrated.

’If the others find out about this, I’m screwed.’ I start biting the nails of one hand while my tail whips the air, my wings spreading aggressively as I break into a cold sweat.

"You miserable bitch... your solution didn’t work." I say, squeezing the fairy even tighter, even though she said the chance of success was minimal. I still thought it would work.

"I-I’m sorry, L-Laplace-sama..." she says without really feeling anything. I want so badly to fuck this bitch until she dies, but I can’t—not because I don’t want to, but because of the mess my body is now.

"Stay there." I throw her back into the cage and lock it. The wound on my face heals rapidly as I look at my nails stained with my blood.

"Haaa... Haaa..." I start hyperventilating. I was dealing so well with my problems, so why is everything falling apart now? For eight years I managed to endure, so why now, of all times, is this damn succubus blood doing this to me? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

’I should have fucked Evelyn on that trip. At least then I could have enjoyed a bit more and bought more time... THAT BITCH!! IT’S HER FAULT.’ I blame Evelyn. She ruined everything for me.

If I had managed to get my adventurers to rape them, none of this would be happening to me, but because of her, I was left with no girls besides this fairy to fuck.

"I should kill her, kill that useless little whore who messed everything up for me... If she hadn’t meddled in my request to the guild, I would have gotten adventurers to stop this problem before it got worse." I take off my pants.

I look down at my penis. Its size is now only 5 centimeters. Yes, it’s shrinking, getting smaller every day until soon it will disappear completely.

"Damn it, why do I have to end up as a girl?" My voice is filled with the purest hatred and frustration. I’m turning into a girl—slowly, the succubus blood is corroding my body and causing "mutations."

Something many don’t know about succubi and incubi is that both can, once in their lifetime, change gender, becoming the opposite gender. It’s irreversible, but they normally never do this.

Because there’s no real use for it most of the time. It’s usually done only in an absolutely necessary situation. But it turns out that because I’m a hybrid, my power as a half-succubus is unstable, and the change started on its own without me wanting it.

I could deal with it through sex. As long as my body saw that I could keep obtaining sexual energy nonstop, it delayed this change. Everything started in the past when I saw succubi draining vitality from men.

From that day on, my body began trying to change my gender to give me vitality absorption suitable for my great magical power after learning how women can drain more vitality than men. And every year, the amount of vitality I have to steal has increased.

On that carriage trip I took, I was already at the limit of lacking vitality, so I thought I could get what I needed with adventurers. But it was that bitch of my sister and her companions who showed up.

And my body needs specific vital energies at certain intervals. That means of those three, only Evelyn would give me the type of energy I needed. But taking energy from just one would leave me hungry and uncontrollable, so I tried to contain myself using the fairy.

Fairies have more neutral energy and more "natural" vitality, so they serve as a barrier that helped me. But this bitch in the cage has now lost all her purity. This changed her vitality and stripped away its naturalness.

Years of using this fairy in emergency situations have finally exhausted her.

"I can’t believe this. What will I tell our father when he sees this? And... Lucien and Esther..." Those two are the worst. Esther is a sneaky monster who will use any hidden opportunity, and Lucien is more aggressive and will become a problem for me.

"How many months do I have left? Three months at most?" I look at my penis. Without it, I’ll have to change my method of obtaining vitality. I won’t be able to continue with my current method.

And without vitality, I’ll die. This makes me grit my teeth in hatred toward that filthy race that taints my blood. If I weren’t this damn half-succubus plague, none of this would be happening.

’Grace also has natural vitality... If only she would agree to have sex with me constantly...’ The Heroine would be perfect to stop this. With her helping me, I’d never have to worry about turning into a girl again. But she wouldn’t accept—she’s only focused on Marie.

"..." I collapse onto the floor in tears. I can feel my body slowly changing, especially inside. My organs are shifting and rearranging themselves so a uterus can grow inside.

Slowly but progressively, I’m becoming a girl. I’ve already noticed how my skin is getting softer, how my hair is growing even longer, and how even my jawline is changing into something softer and more feminine.

Soon, my breasts, legs, thighs, and stomach will start to change, and a female intimate part will emerge. And when that happens, it will be impossible to hide this fact. After all, what kind of man would have feminine breasts pressing against his clothes?

"Who would have thought that being the demon king’s son would be my downfall." I say with an empty tone. The great magical power I have from being the demon king’s son is the main reason I need so much vitality to stay stable.

Succubi and incubi—their vitality expenditure is excessively high. The stronger they are, the more costly their powers, and the more vitality they need to stay alive.

However, the difference is that succubi can drain, store, and absorb vitality faster, greater, and more efficiently than incubi. So, to my body, it’s as if it’s saying, "You’re not giving me enough vitality, so I’ll change to the form that will help us survive the most." But it’s doing this without my consent.

I honestly would prefer to die a thousand times over than have to change my gender just to survive.

"H-Hahaha, what was the point of raping so many girls if my body is still trying to do this to me?" I tried so hard to keep this trigger under control, so everything falling apart now is hellishly irritating.

Maybe it’s karma? Many of the girls I’ve had relations with never consented to it, and my body is doing something I never consented to. It’s... painful. Yes, I understand this feeling of being forced into something unwanted all too well.

Though I always did it just to avoid this, it’s like a vicious cycle. I need sex regardless of how I get it, so I often did it without the other party’s consent, and my body has always done this without my consent.

’There must still be a solution! Something I can do before I lose my penis completely!’ The moment my penis disappears completely, it’s over for me. Without it, I’ll have no way to stop the change.

And if the change happens... I’ll have to completely change my means of obtaining vitality. And honestly, I don’t want to have to sleep with men just for energy.

’I would need a girl full of vitality to stay alive without having to lie with men...’ There are very few girls with that much vitality I could use, so everything feels hopeless for me.

"H-Hi... hi... hihihihi... You’re a piece of shit... a complex and abominable piece of shit... I’m so happy to see you suffer..." The fairy speaks, making me look at her. She has a cruel smile on her face.

"...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" She laughs at me—the only one who currently knows this is happening to me, the only one in years who knew the reason I needed so much sex with so many different girls. After all, if it were just for vitality, I could use a single girl instead of so many different ones.

"...I hope you suffer terribly w-while turning into a girl, and t-that all the girls you raped find out that y-you’ll now be a bitch b-begging for vitality while doing what you don’t want, just like all the girls you forced to sleep with you." She says, holding the bars of the cage.

"...Now, Laplace-sama, you’ll be on the other side—the humiliated side, the side of the thousands of girls you abused!"

"Ah, I really hope I’ll still be alive to see the day you’re impaled on a man’s cock because you need his vitality. I’d die for the chance to see the scene of you crying and moaning in humiliation for it." I look at her, wanting so badly to kill her as I listen to her voice full of poison.

But without her, the change progress will be even faster. I get dressed again while looking at the mirror in silence—the uncomfortable silence of knowing I’m going through this and there’s no solution.

"Who’s the bitch now, Laplace-sama? You! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"