CHAPTER 734: EPILOGUE 14 - TRIS, JOHANNE, AND LEON (1)

After that, I made my way over to Dorothea, the air still heavy with the lingering scent of sex.

My body shifted back into its original form—back into being a man—and without wasting another second, I pinned her down and fucked her senseless once again.

Her moans echoed in the room like a song of surrender, and by the time I came, her face was drenched and painted in thick ropes of my cum.

Her tongue darted out, licking the corners of her mouth, gathering the mess I made on her.

She closed her eyes and savored my taste like it was a rare delicacy, humming softly with satisfaction.

I was still panting hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly from how hard I’d just came.

Without warning, she brought her lips back to my cock and sucked on it gently, almost teasingly, before slowly pulling away again.

She looked up at me through her lashes, her mouth still full.

She chewed the cum between her teeth like it was a treat, then swallowed it down in a single, smooth gulp.

With a soft, wet smile, she opened her mouth, showing me the inside as if proudly displaying a clean plate.

"Haa...~ That felt good~..." Dorothea purred with a dreamy, satisfied grin. "I really love having sex with you, Master."

That horny bitch was truly insatiable.

She wasn’t the type to be satisfied easily—hell, by now, I’d already made her cum an uncountable number of times.

Before I had her use her ability to change my gender, I fucked her first.

And now that I had come back to reverse the change, she was already asking for another round.

"Stand up now, Dorothea," I ordered her coolly. "I’m putting the chastity belt back on you."

"Ugh. Do we really have to?" she whined, her voice half a pout. "Master, with that thing on, how am I supposed to pleasure myself while thinking about you?"

"You’ve been a naughty little girl, haven’t you?" I told her with a wicked smirk, holding up the chastity belt for her to see. Its metal gleamed under the low light, almost like it was smirking back at her.

She grumbled under her breath, but despite her complaints, she moved to obey.

"I think this is going to fit you just right," I added, locking eyes with her. "Besides, if you get too used to using a dildo, that sensation becomes your norm. And I know you’ve been shoving toys into yourself. So now, I’m going to overwrite that pleasure with my cock. Got it? I don’t want anything entering that pussy unless it’s mine."

She paused, looking up at me as though something inside her snapped in place. Her pupils dilated, and soft little hearts began forming in her eyes like a spell had been cast on her.

This woman—she craved domination. A dominant man was what she desired most. And I was going to make sure she got exactly what she wanted.

"If you behave like a good girl while I’m gone," I whispered darkly, "I’ll take you in both your holes next time."

The moment I said that, a puddle of liquid pooled beneath her, the steam rising subtly off the floor. She had just peed from sheer pleasure. Her expression twisted into an overwhelming, trembling bliss. She was lost in the euphoria of submission.

I left her there, still basking in the afterglow of ecstasy, her breath shallow and uneven as the heat in her body refused to die down.

The next several hours flew by in a blur of motion.

I coordinated arrangements for the women who had been freed from Prisk’s vile clutches. Their new beginning would start under the protection and opportunity offered by Leonamon. It was a fresh start—one they all desperately needed.

I made sure they had freedom to choose which department they wanted to work in—whether it was agricultural development, social services, or even structural design and planning.

Some of them opted to return to their hometowns.

But most didn’t have anyone left to return to... or they had families but no means to support them. Which is why many of them chose to stay—finding safety and stability through employment at Leonamon.

Amon and Maya handled most of the fieldwork, helping them get processed and situated. I, on the other hand, gave my word that no authority figure would come after them for the death of Earl Prisk.

And speaking of that bastard, his body—along with many of his guards who committed unspeakable atrocities on the estate—was reduced to ashes.

We didn’t display their bodies, of course, but we did scatter their ashes with a message: "Earl deserved to die. He paid the price."

Finally, it was time for a well-deserved rest.

That had to have been the longest damn day I’ve ever lived.

After getting some rest, I was stirred by a call.

My phone buzzed on the table. It was Johanne.

I glanced at the message she left.

"Do you mind coming here for a moment? I want to ask if this dress looks good on me."

"Dress?" I muttered, raising a brow. "Why does she need me to check out her dress?"

Before I could respond, another message popped in.

"It’s my first time wearing one... so I want you to see it. I want you to see it first."

Well, I wasn’t in the middle of anything urgent—and I’d already gotten my rest—so I figured I might as well go.

What I didn’t expect... was that when I got there, I’d be walking right into something very interesting.

***

When I arrived, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet was the first sound that echoed through the quiet room.

There, standing beneath the gentle cascade of ambient light filtering through the window, I found Tris.

"Oh, hello, Leon!" Tris greeted brightly the moment her eyes landed on me. Her lips curled into a playful smile, her tone filled with a mischief that was almost contagious.

"Where’s Johanne?" I asked her, eyes flicking around, already expecting her presence.

"Oh? You’re that eager to meet Johanne, huh?" Tris replied with a lopsided smirk and that teasing glint in her eye. "Is lil’ ol’ me not welcome, perhaps?"

"Well, by all means, you can stay," I told her calmly, matching her playful energy. "If you’re here, then I’m guessing Johanne told you to come as well."

"Well, I knew she was going to show you something," she said, folding her legs over each other with elegant ease as she leaned slightly back, arms crossed. "I didn’t want to intrude, but she insisted I come. So here I am." Her voice was casual, but the undertone of curiosity was unmistakable. "Say, Leon... you’ve got, what—many lovers, right? Are they fighting over your affection? A little rivalry going on, maybe?"

"Well, Irene was the only feisty one," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck with a small grin. "But the others? They pretty much enjoy sharing me. None of them ever do anything that’d make me hate them. So yeah, they get along surprisingly well."

"Hmmm~" she hummed in amusement, narrowing her eyes slightly as if sizing me up. "Even Professor Irene, huh? Wow. You’ve got balls, Leon," she said, the corners of her lips pulling up into a grin of honest admiration.

I just gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

But before either of us could continue the conversation, the soft click of a doorknob interrupted us.

The bathroom door slowly creaked open, and then—she stepped out.

Johanne appeared, her movements gentle and measured, almost uncertain.

She was wrapped in a flowing, immaculate white dress that glowed under the soft lighting of the room.

The fabric shimmered like silk, cascading down her body in layers that swayed slightly with every step she took.

The pristine whiteness of the dress was in perfect harmony with her snow-white hair, making her look ethereal—almost like a goddess descending from the heavens.

She was breathtaking.

No, beyond that—she was captivating.

Everything about her in that moment felt dreamlike, as if time itself had slowed to let her take center stage in my vision.

The girl who now stood before me bore no resemblance to the past she once wore.

She had become something complete—whole.

She was radiant. She was herself.

"Leon... um, how is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly with nervous anticipation.

"How is it, she says?" Tris turned toward me, her eyes wide and glittering with amusement. A knowing smirk crossed her face. She was clearly enjoying watching me squirm for a reaction. It was as if she too couldn’t wait to hear my answer.

"Well," I said after a moment, breath catching in my chest, "what else would I say if not beautiful? Incredibly beautiful, even."

The moment those words escaped my mouth, Johanne’s cheeks lit up with a deep, radiant blush. Her hands clutched the fabric of her dress near her waist, her eyes flicking downward. "T-Thank you," she stammered softly, her voice small and delicate. "I thought I wouldn’t look good in it... since my forearms are showing here, and you can kind of see the bulging muscles."

"Muscular women are something I like as well," I replied simply, meeting her eyes without hesitation. "Don’t worry about it."

She looked down again, her expression softening, the corners of her lips twitching as if trying to hide another blush. She didn’t speak—but she didn’t have to. Her emotions were written all over her face.

Honestly... she was absolutely gorgeous.

The trace of the man she used to be—the figure that once answered to the name Johanne—was completely gone now, like mist in the morning sun. She had been reborn in her truest form, without pretense or mask.

Right now... she wasn’t someone who used to be Johanne the man.

Right now, in this moment—she was just Johanne. The real Johanne. The woman she was always meant to be.