"Ah! So nervous, so nervous!"

Morningstar hurried down the street, heart pounding. Today was his first date with his girlfriend. He’d woken early to groom himself and wear his most expensive outfit. Glancing in the mirror, he’d felt perfectly handsome and presentable.

Still, the thought of meeting his goddess sent his pulse racing. Nerves tangled with giddy excitement.

"From today on, I’m no longer a ‘single dog’! Goodbye, you ‘mages’ who’ve never even held a girl’s hand!"

Lost in joyful daydreams, he suddenly heard a strange noise. A shadow swallowed him whole.

He glanced up—somehow, a truck loomed directly above. The shadow? Its silhouette blocking the sun.

"Holy sh—"

Before the curse finished, the truck crashed down with a deafening roar. The ground shook. Screams erupted around him. Morningstar’s body vanished into the "2D world."

Endless darkness. Agony gnawed at every nerve. He tried to scream—no sound. Tried to move—nothing.

Fear and pain pushed him toward despair. Just as he neared breaking point, a voice chimed in his ear:

"Master! I’ve finally found you!" Playful, girlish, brimming with childish joy.

"Who are you?! Where am I?! Help me!"

Pain faded slightly, but terror clung tight. He latched onto the voice like a lifeline.

"Your soul travels a spatial tunnel, Master. Pain is unavoidable—but once you arrive here, it vanishes."

"Transmigration?! What transmigration?! What about that truck?!"

"I could only bring your soul. Your body… had to be destroyed. Details later! The journey’s almost—oh! Done!"

A pinprick of light bloomed in the void, swelling instantly to engulf him.

Consciousness returned. Morningstar stood in a modest square chamber. Bluish-black stone walls, carved with unreadable patterns glowing faint purple. No doors. No windows.

In the center: a cross. Bound to it—a girl.

Bathed in violet light, her beauty was unearthly. Sickly pale skin. Thin black lips. Waist-length silver hair. Long, slender legs. A tight black outfit traced every hypnotic curve.

Her allure wasn’t just beauty—it carried eerie, sinister weight. The black leather seemed alive, subtly writhing.

Then—*rip*—the chest fabric split. Beneath: not skin, but a crimson gem pulsing like a watching eye.

Under its glow, Morningstar felt utterly exposed.

Unswayed by beauty, he spun to flee—but no exit existed.

"Who are you?! Why kidnap me?!" he demanded, assuming she’d spoken.

"Master… *this is you*." The voice echoed in his mind, reverent. "The one and only Demon. Sovereign of Darkness. Source of Evil. Origin of Fear. Destroyer of Worlds…"

*Those aren’t compliments*, he thought. *She sounds like a villain.*

"Me?! You’re joking! I’d never look like *this*!"

"This is your true body. Three thousand years ago, six races—humans, beastkin, elves, dragons, dwarves, and the Divine Clan—united to destroy you. They couldn’t break your flesh, so they targeted your soul. You fled to another world… but your soul shattered. Memories lost. Reincarnations endless. Yet I found you. Brought you home."

Too much. Too fast. *So… this body is my original form?*

"No way! This is a prank show! Let me go back!"

"Master… look down."

He did. No body. No hands.

"Your soul can’t endure another jump. Only merging with this vessel frees you."

"Merge…?" His gaze drifted to the bound girl.

"No! I’m a man—I can’t take *that* body!"

It wasn’t just her gender. Her aura screamed corruption. She looked straight out of a doujinshi—a magical girl twisted by a dark god. *Will I become nothing but a plush toy?*

"A man? Master, you were always a girl. That male form was a temporary vessel. Souls have no gender—only energy. This Dark Sorceress body is your first. Your truest self."

"If you refuse… you stay trapped forever. This chamber is your sarcophagus. Your soul won’t fade… but eternity in darkness? Is that your choice?"

…

Silence. Madness loomed in that thought.

"…So I *have* to merge?"

*If she’s truly powerful… maybe I can use this strength to return. Restore my old body.*

He wasn’t some isekai-loving hero. His goddess was waiting.

"Fine. What do I do?"

"Walk toward the red light. The gem will guide you."

*Sigh.* He stepped forward.

A gentle pull tugged from the gem. Consciousness blurred. His form drifted upward.

Darkness swallowed thought.

Then—tingling numbness. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ah~"

*Her* lips. *Her* voice—delicate, undeniably feminine.

"I…" She moved her neck. Millennia-stiff joints cracked. Iron chains snapped like thread.

She raised her hands: slender, deathly pale. Fingers like polished jade. Black-painted nails gleaming.

She curled them into a fist. *Solid. Real.* A thousand times better than soul-hollowness.

"Congratulations, Master! When your power returns fully—the world drowns in darkness!" The voice thrilled. Morningstar’s mind reeled.

Bare feet touched cold stone. No discomfort.

Silver hair framed her vision. Her gaze dropped—to full curves… and the crimson gem nestled between them.

Her fingers brushed her chest, the warm pulse of the stone.

"Whoa… Evil sorceress or seductive sorceress?" She blushed, looked away—then peeked again.

"Master, this ‘attire’ is forged from all worldly evil. Fused with your flesh. Not clothing."

"So… I’m naked?"

"In essence. But you may reshape or hide it at will."

"Huh? Isn’t this just like ‘Venom’?"

Without thinking, she willed it. The black surface rippled, alive, shifting smoothly.

She didn’t question how. It felt as natural as breathing.