Clotilda was a renowned warrior among adventurers.

Famous not only for her skill with the sword but also for her beauty, hailing from a family of illustrious knightly lineage. She grew up watching her father and brother wield swords, and from a very young age, she took one and began wielding it like her family. Her father initially smiled, guessing she would soon tire of it, so he taught her new techniques.

However, Clotilda quickly mastered them, and her father, enthusiastic, taught her more and more new ones. This led to Clotilda, by the time she turned ten years old, having already memorized all the techniques he had taught her, which is why her father decided to instruct her in combat and knightly etiquette. Thus, at the age of twelve, Clotilda accompanied her father on a goblin hunt, defeating three of them despite it being her first combat. It was then that her father, seeing this, changed his educational focus, stopping the instruction in fencing and, instead, teaching her female etiquette, hoping she would become a refined and elegant lady.

Nevertheless, Clotilda continued training as a knight in secret, studying on her own, unable to give it up.

And just as her father desired, she acquired the grace and etiquette proper for a woman, while simultaneously perfecting her talent with the sword. As time passed, fewer and fewer people could equal her, even within the chivalric order to which her father belonged. This led to her skill with the sword, by the time she turned twenty, being so exceptional that it bordered on the extraordinary. But despite that, her father wanted her to live a normal life, get married, and have children, but Clotilda had chosen the path of the sword. Worried, her father began telling his friends about his daughter's engagement. He wanted her to be happy as a woman, not on the bloody path of war. And upon discovering this, Clotilda, furious with her father for insisting that she lead a life proper for a lady and then arranging the engagement without her permission, decided to rebel by leaving home.

Thus, Clotilda, who had lived as a knight despite her feminine side, decided then to live as a warrior. Evading her father's search, she continued fleeing, finally arriving at the city where she currently resides. But upon moving to the commercial city, Clotilda faced many difficulties. Her first problem was housing. Without contacts or resources, few people offered to house her. Among them, some offered her unconditional lodging, but, without exception, in the end, all of them were actually only trying to court her. This was due to the fact that as her youthful beauty faded and her feminine charm came to new life, she attracted more attention. However, sometimes relying on her strength, and sometimes on her wit, she managed to outsmart those people and rent a room in the house of an old man.

"You can live in my house as long as you pay the rent."

Even today, Clotilda still remembers how her eyes welled up when she heard those words while she nodded firmly. After that, the next day she started looking for work. Wielding the sword she had brought with her when leaving home, she ventured into the forest, where she struck down the monsters that attacked her and returned with materials to sell at the town shop.

This quickly led to some influential figures in the town approaching her, thus winning her more and more commissions. In this way, at first, she defeated monsters, collected requested items, and occasionally offered escort services. Until, finally, after a month, her life began to stabilize. Thanks to this, once stabilized, adventurers and mercenaries began contacting her for diverse reasons: some wanted her help with commissions, others wanted to form groups, others wanted to use her, and others simply desired her. Thus, she joined people who seemed harmless and accepted commissions, while she drove others away verbally or defeated them physically. However, some held a grudge and tried to ambush her, but, without exception, they died, were arrested by the military police, or fled the town. In this way, time passed and, approximately two years after Clotilda had been living there, she began to be treated as a resident.

"This is a problem..."

But one day, while walking through the city, she was worried, as the owner of the blacksmith shop she used to frequent had left for another town and she couldn't repair her weapons.

"What am I supposed to do?"

This was because, since her arrival, she had searched numerous armories and blacksmith shops, but had found nothing suitable, as most scorned her or simply lacked the necessary skill.

"Despite having impressive skills, none of them are as good as the old man..."

Back then, when she was just starting out, Clotilda found a blacksmith on the outskirts of the town with exceptional prowess who would become her regular blacksmith. That owner was a muscular man around middle age who did not scorn her and treated her as an accomplished swordswoman. Thus, Clotilda became his regular customer.

"This sword has reached its limit."

But shortly before the blacksmith left, she noticed something failing in her weapon, so she went to take it to him, only to hear an unfortunate answer.

"You had better buy a new one."

At that time, those words were a heavy blow to her.

"Mmm, but this sword has been with me, accompanying me in battles until now, so, if possible, could you repair it?"

"I can apply first aid, but it won't last long..."

"That's fine, please."

She had managed to keep the sword functioning with temporary repairs until that moment, but finally, that sword, which was her precious memory of her father, broke.

"Should I wait...? No... That is not an option."

Clotilda was shocked by the damage, but she knew she could not earn a living if she continued like this, so she headed to a blacksmith shop to buy a new weapon. However, there was a sign indicating that the owner was gone. For a moment, she considered waiting for him to return, but quickly changed her mind.

"If I don't work, waiting without knowing when he will return, I won't be able to support myself."

Even though her savings were not easily depleted, she could not afford to wait a month, or they would eventually run out. For that reason, Clotilda wandered the city, visiting armories and blacksmith shops.

"It's no use, none of them are adequate."

However, once she had experienced the skill of her familiar owner, no shop could easily satisfy her. Despite the desperate attempts of many shops to attract her due to her celebrity status, Clotilda was not satisfied.

"Mmm? There's an armory here..."

But when Clotilda went out in the morning feeling disappointed to discover she had found nothing and resigning herself to buying a replacement weapon at the best armory she could find to wait to commission a new one when her blacksmith returned.

"Maybe there's something, so I'll go in and take a look..."

That was when she found a street she didn't usually travel on, where she came across an armory she had never seen before, put her hand on the door, and entered.

"Ah, welcome."

Upon entering, the one who received her with those words was a dark-skinned woman with tied-back long hair.

"I am looking for a good weapon..."

Inspecting the place, Clotilda spoke with the shop assistant, who seemed to have no relation to the word "blacksmith," feeling uncomfortable.

(Perhaps she only runs the shop, and there is an artisan in the back.)

With that idea in mind, Clotilda observed the premises, which at first glance looked like an ordinary armory, with nothing particularly unusual.

"Yes, yes! We have a wide selection of weapons from all over the world, ancient and modern!"

Upon hearing her question, the shop assistant spoke in a cheerful tone, smiling as she took a sword from the shelf to hand it over.

"First, this! It's a famous sword forged by the celebrated swordsmith Tief! Its edge is so great that it is said it can cut anything, from fierce monsters to a poisonous needlefish for dinner..."

"..."

Thus, ignoring the chatter, Clotilda pulled the weapon from the sheath to examine it, feeling a disappointment difficult to express.

"And this is the same wand used by the great magician-swordswoman Rhiannon, whose name is said to be famous throughout the world. Simply by using it, the hidden abilities of its bearer are revealed, and it also possesses aesthetic benefits, making it an object coveted by female adventurers..."

Seeing Clotilda's dejection, the shop assistant, appearing indifferent, rummaged through the shelves and took out another weapon, taking the broken sword that Clotilda was holding to hand her the next one.

"...."

After that, Clotilda took the wand, staring at it, astonished for a few moments. (But I don't know how to use magic, so what good is a wand?) Only to feel disappointment again moments later regarding an object useless for her needs.

"And that's everything~"

"Wait a minute."

So Clotilda raised her voice, halting the employee’s incessant sales chatter.

"None of this seems useful to me..."

"Don't say that." (Sweat)

Hearing those words, the employee slightly averted her gaze, and sweat began to trickle down her face.

"Is there anything better?"

At that point, Clotilda sincerely felt that the place was more like an extravagantly adorned scam without quality, thinking of leaving if the next thing they offered did not satisfy her.

"Well then, let me show you our pride and joy."

Saying those words, the shop assistant took out a package that contained an item inside, which she showed her.

"This is it! It’s called the 'Magic Vibrator'!"

What the shop assistant then showed with complete certainty was a rubber stick.

"...."

"...."

This caused Clotilda's cold gaze to collide head-on with the shop assistant's confident stare, maintaining a silent visual standoff for a long time.

"What is this rubber toy? Are you mocking me?"

In that moment, anyone nearby could understand the cold anger that Clotilda expressed.

"No, not at all. As soon as you hold it in your hands, you will understand how incredible it is."

Nevertheless, despite the anger she felt, as it was the first time she had experienced such negligent treatment when looking for a weapon to entrust her life to, she decided to give the item one last chance upon seeing the shop assistant's confident smile in front of her.

"...I suppose there's no other way. I will leave as soon as I finish."

Unaware that this would be her biggest mistake...

"Yes, I don't mind... as long as I can leave."

Saying those words, the shop assistant gave her one last mocking smile when she accepted the gift.

"?!"

Just then, before Clotilda was able to ask, she felt an electric wave course through her body upon receiving the object.

"What is this...?"

She felt as if a white mist traveled through her head for an instant, before ignoring it to focus her attention on the object in her hands.

"...It's a truly marvelous weapon! Just holding it makes me feel powerful. Furthermore, it's soft and comfortable..."

As she held it, Clotilda marveled at the natural feeling in her hand, feeling as if she had been born to use it, reaching the point of feeling that it was the same as the moment she had first touched a sword.

"Please! Give this to me!"

Feeling enchanted, Clotilda pleaded with the loudest voice she had made up to that point in her life.

"Yes... it will be gold."

And without letting the employee finish, Clotilda quickly handed over her entire pouch of gold.

"Here you go! Should I equip myself here?"

Excited and unable to wait any longer, Clotilda anxiously asked about using her new equipment as soon as possible.

"Oh, of course, you can."

And immediately, she proceeded to undress upon receiving an affirmative answer from the employee, spoken in a cheerful voice.

"...If that's the case..."

Immediately afterward, Clotilda followed the employee's guidance on how to properly use the equipment.

"...Is this okay?"

"Yes, it's fine. To harness the full power of that weapon, you need to completely empty yourself."

"Hmm, I see."

In that way, Clotilda inflated her chest, standing completely naked, with only the Magic Vibrator in her hand while the shop assistant watched her. Clotilda had reached puberty and was a full-grown woman. Despite being a warrior, her pale skin was impeccable. Her features were beautiful, and her long hair fell loose like silk with every movement. Her body was fresh and flexible. Her breasts were firm and smooth. Her abdomen and buttocks, soft as peaches, were firm thanks to daily training. Her appearance was as perfect as a painting.

"Perfect! Then I will confiscate your equipment, tools, and any money you had with you, free of charge."

"Agreed. And what should I do now?"

Clotilda was very excited, answering affirmatively, awaiting the next instructions. The shop assistant, on the other hand, observed the underwear and armor that Clotilda had been wearing a moment ago, while standing at the counter. The clothes she had taken off were slightly warm, and a strong scent of female hormones emanated from her underwear while its former owner waited expectantly for the next instructions the shop assistant would give her.

"Now place the Magic Vibrator in its spot, straddle it in a posture similar to that of a crab, and then slam your hips down and insert the vibrator into your vagina. Does that sound good?"

"Yes! With this, I will be able to use it."

Thus, Clotilda gave her final confirmation while she sat astride the vibrator attached to the counter. Not paying attention to her intimate parts, including her vulva, which were in plain sight of the employee. Her precious pink vagina was wet and trembling, as if impatiently waiting for the vibrator to be inserted.

"Mmm! Well then!"

And saying those words...

"Mmhhhhhh"

... Clotilda sat down energetically.

"Yes, the installation is complete, customer♪"

In that way, she heard those last words while she rolled her eyes back, arching her back. For an instant, time stopped around Clotilda, who had fully inserted the vibrator in front of the shop assistant, generating a white light that enveloped the shop.

"That's why adventurers are so easy to deal with, they surrender to you so easily... Well, let's finish off this one too..."

When the light faded and vision returned to normal, it was not Clotilda who was there, but instead there was a masturbator that appeared where the vibrator had been inserted. That masturbator had the same face as Clotilda while the shop assistant looked satisfied with her work, collecting the masturbator along with the attached vibrator using both hands. Thus, the shop assistant moved forward, descending the stairs and opening a door to the basement, where a room full of masturbators shaped like women of various races: elves, dwarves, and humans, and even beast-women, filled the shelves.

"Well, I have to go back to work at the shop♪ But my wings are sticking out! That's dangerous...!"

The shop assistant, then, inhaling deeply the sweet aroma that surrounded her without realizing it, suddenly let out her wings from both her head and her back. She opened a box labeled "Human," inside which were masturbators shaped like human women, around 18 to 20 years old.

"But everyone is so easy to fool... everyone. When they grab a vibrator, they fall prey to the hypnotic spell and believe what I say... I can't help but laugh every time I hear them say: 'What a marvelous weapon!'"

Then the shop assistant held the masturbator in front of her and kissed it on the mouth.

"...Pukukuku. It is a cursed object that turns the victim into a masturbator when inserted into the vagina, but everyone believes in it and inserts it anyway. They scream 'Mmhhhhhh' like idiots!"

She caressed its chest, buttocks, and head before gently placing it inside the box and closing it.

"But the moment you become a masturbator, the hypnosis should disappear... I wonder what it feels like. To be unable to die and simply be penetrated repeatedly while foul-smelling semen is poured into you."

Then the closed box was placed atop a stack of similar boxes.

"So you are an Imp... What a plot twist... I wasn't wrong to deviate, after all~!"

However, just at that instant, while the shop assistant was gloating...

"?!"

... A voice resonated behind her back.

"Who...?!"

"BOW"

"!!?!!"

At that moment, the shop assistant, not understanding what happened, was only able to turn around, seeing the figure of a woman floating lazily in the air with long silver hair with emerald streaks fluttering in the air, looking at her with a tranquil smile.

"!!"

(I can't move?!)

It was then that she finally realized that her body was not responding, her mouth was not moving, and even her gaze had been petrified so as not to look away.

"Well, well... You are interesting, so as a reward, I'm going to steal everything!"

The shop assistant, then incapable of doing absolutely anything, could only witness...

"Come out, everyone! It's time to collect~!!"

...as thousands of what appeared to be straw dolls emerged from the pockets of the dress of the figure in front of her, running cheerfully toward her "collection."

"Now, regarding you..."

And without even time to assimilate what was about to happen to her.

"Help me practice something~!"

Her destiny...

"Divine Territory"

... had been sealed.