"The Boar's Blessing"—that was the perfect description for my body's explosive condition, a "privilege" even my old man never had! Sure, there was still a period of abstinence before I came of age, but I just needed to tough it out!

That’s what I thought at first. But I’d sorely underestimated the "power" of the girls around me.

…

When I was little, it wasn’t so bad. Girls would just chase after me, grinding their thighs against my lower half or rubbing their chests against my upper body…

But as my coming-of-age day drew near, this body’s "power" grew fiercer. Ordinary girls were easy to avoid—the real trouble now was my childhood friend.

Lorian. That was her name. She was also the youngest princess of the neighboring Kingdom of Lothric.

Since we were the same age, we’d been inseparable playmates since we were kids.

Lorian was adorable and clingy. From our very first day playing together, she’d "obediently" trailed behind me.

She had a lovely honey-blonde ponytail, a softly developing figure, and obeyed my every whim. What more could you ask for in a childhood friend?

Except… Lorian was perfect in every way, but sometimes she did bizarre things I couldn’t understand as a kid.

…

The most common was during meals at her house—my plate never matched hers.

Lorian was *too* enthusiastic about me. But the problem was…

"Lorian… is this… actually drinkable?"

I sniffed the thick, gloppy mess in my cup. It was sickly sweet, dizzyingly fragrant, and looked utterly suspicious just sitting there.

"Tch. Did I add too much aphrodisiac?"

A click of her tongue came from Lorian. She quickly sidled up to me, cup in hand, trying to pry my mouth open to pour it down my throat.

"It’s fine, Little Brother Ya! This is a ‘Luo City Special’ made just for you! Go on, don’t be shy—drink up! Chug it!"

"How could anyone drink this!?"

The drink she’d prepared screamed "DANGER" in bold letters!

"Don’t worry! I added plenty of stamina tonics. You’ll stay hard for three whole days and nights!"

"W-w-what did you put in it!?"

The viscous liquid, paired with Lorian’s over-the-top eagerness, made me even more reluctant to take a sip.

That was when I realized my childhood friend was seriously dangerous.

And my suspicion was proven true: during our scuffle, the cup shattered on the floor. Lorian’s pet dog merely sniffed the spill, licked a drop, and collapsed unconscious on the spot.

If *I’d* drunk it…

A shiver ran down my spine.

After that, I meticulously inspected every bite of food whenever I ate at Lorian’s.

…

Only when I grew older did I realize what Lorian had really been after—my body!

In other words, my pure, untainted form had been targeted by my own childhood friend since I was just a kid!

By the time I understood this, my now-grown-up Lorian seemed to have changed tactics—from drugging me to using her body to seduce me!

She’d somehow gotten a key to my house from one of my stepmothers. Night after night, she’d sneak in to ambush me! She’d even borrowed the handcuffs my old man used on his wives, locking my wrists while I slept. Then…

She’d lick me…

Lorian was obsessed with how I tasted. She’d tie me to the bed and lick me all day, every chance she got.

Truthfully? I didn’t hate it one bit. I was a healthy guy, after all. How many men would dislike a pretty girl licking their body?

But that blissful life didn’t last. As I grew older, my body’s condition finally "erupted" for the first time.

…

"Little Brother Ya…"

That day, Lorian—who’d only been licking my neck—suddenly collapsed against me like she was drunk, her murmurs even more sultry than usual.

"You smell… so good~"

"You already know that, don’t you? Ngh!"

I was still confused when Lorian shoved me hard, pinning me to the carpet.

"Ow ow ow… Lorian, what’s wrong with you? So rough today?"

"Let’s play a new game~"

Without warning, Lorian yanked my pants down. Clumsily hiking up her skirt, she straddled my waist.

"I peeked in my parents’ bedroom last night. It’s a game where both people feel good~"

That wasn’t a game!

It was exactly what my old man did to his stepmothers…

"Ngh! A-ahh…"

The scene was too much for my innocent eyes. I squeezed them shut in panic.

What came next? I couldn’t even imagine it.

【BAM】

Just then, the supposedly locked door burst open.

Miss Hill—who was always gentle with me—glared at me with terrifying eyes I’d never seen before.

"Arisa! You filthy, rutting beast!!!"

…

After that, Hill finally showed her true nature as a "Goddess." She knocked the frenzied Lorian unconscious and sent her home.

Then, on that howling winter night, she summoned me alone to her room.

"Xiao Ya, Auntie has something very important to tell you."

Hill leaned back in her chair, radiating allure. She wore white casual clothes for the first time in ages—so holy she seemed inhuman.

I instantly understood: Hill was jealous of my closeness with Lorian! Honestly, when did I become such a sinful man?

"I get it, Hill. I like you too!"

"…Kneel before this Goddess!"

Hill slammed her palm on the table, shattering it to pieces. My hellish training had officially begun.

Only then did I grasp it—when Hill said she was my mother’s old friend, she meant it. Her aura crushed me completely, far surpassing my old man’s. I dropped obediently before her.

"Xiao Ya, after seeing how that human acted toward you today… haven’t you realized yet?"

Hill sighed. "Your trial… has already begun."

She then patiently explained my condition.

Simply put: like a girl’s monthly cycle, my body erupted once a month—sometimes earlier if I got too worked up.

During these times, I’d attract every nearby member of the opposite sex like honey. Lorian’s behavior proved it.

This was unacceptable. A warrior without a weapon isn’t a warrior! A heroine without dark past can’t be redeemed!

What kind of Hero can’t even ride into battle!?

I was destined to surpass my old man!

…

Fueled by outrage, I stormed off to confront the culprit—my old man. He was probably off enjoying himself with another stepmother!

But Hill held me back.

"Xiao Ya, calm down."

Her face flushed as she gazed deeply at me. "As your mother’s friend, I won’t abandon you. But… the solution might be… excessive for humans. Can you accept it?"

…

The method was simple enough.

"Who on earth came up with this idea…"

I snapped back to reality, staring down at my skirt with a sigh.

Black thigh-highs. A pleated skirt. Lace-trimmed, airy blouse…

Trembling lashes. Moist lips. Long, dark hair finally growing in…

I knew I was a manly man—a future legend surpassing my father—but to any stranger, I was just a gloomy "pretty girl" sitting here.

Yes. Hill’s solution to my condition was—crossdressing! And she didn’t just tell me; she even recruited Lorian, a "girl my age," to teach me!

Truthfully, half the reason my female form looked so flawless was thanks to that little demon Lorian.

Gods above! A man in women’s clothes is just a pervert!

But Lorian didn’t think so. Neither did Hill! My closet was bursting with the frilly dresses they kept buying me!

At this rate… could I even call myself a proper Hero!?

Brimming with despair, I remained lost in thought long after Hill left the dining room.

Naturally, I didn’t notice the creepy, perverted figure who’d just slipped inside.