CHAPTER 731: CHAPTER 113 - TRIS (6)

When I stepped out of the shower room, the steam still clinging to my skin like a second layer, I slowly made my way to the room just in front of it.

There, I froze.

I stood silently, motionless in front of the grand, almost menacing double doors.

They towered over me, two heavy, imposing doors, as though daring me to come closer.

The dark wood seemed to breathe, groaning faintly under its own weight.

The faint gold trims along the edges shimmered ominously in the dim light, as if mocking me.

A creeping sensation spread through my body.

My knees trembled—

Not from cold, but from something far deeper.

Fear.

My fingers twitched involuntarily, the nerves in my hands betraying me with violent shakes.

It felt like my legs had forgotten how to hold me up.

My strength was leaking out with every breath I took.

But despite the overwhelming urge to run, I couldn’t.

I had no choice.

This... was my fate.

Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes to brace myself.

Then, with all the courage I could muster, I raised my hand to knock.

But just as my knuckles hovered inches from the wood—I froze.

From the other side, the faint but unmistakable sound of moaning echoed through the thick door—anguish, broken sobs, and something that made bile rise to the back of my throat.

The air around me felt colder and thicker.

Before I could make contact, a hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist.

"Eh?"

My voice was small—barely a whisper—as I turned my head.

A woman stood beside me.

Long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and deep crimson eyes pierced into mine.

She was calm, composed and her presence almost ethereal in the pale hallway light.

She pressed a single finger against her lips.

A silent shh

.

Then, she smiled.

"Huh? Wha...?" I mumbled, stunned.

My heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t recognize her—or so I thought.

But something about her... something buried in her face, her expression, struck me with a strange familiarity.

"You don’t have to worry," she said gently, her voice calm and reassuring. "I’m here to save you."

My eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief.

"L-Leon?"

She—no, he—smiled with a glint of confidence.

"Johanne is waiting for you outside," he said. "Go to him... and also... save them."

Them—he meant the other women.

The ones suffering inside.

The ones who’d been broken and stripped of their dignity.

I stared at him.

Then I nodded, slowly and wordlessly.

And just like that, something inside me thudded hard.

It was my heart beating like a war drum, beating so loud that I could hear it in my ears.

My chest was burning, and I didn’t know why. My skin felt hot. My breath quickened.

This feeling—this confusing, overwhelming feeling...

It was foreign.

But somehow, in that moment, as Leon stood there in a woman’s body...

He looked incredibly dashing to me.

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Leon’s POV

I stood back, watching Tris as she whispered, calling out to the women who wandered nearby.

Her voice was soft but strong—full of conviction, even if she didn’t believe in her own strength just yet.

She was doing her part—trying to convince them to break free. Trying to lead them out.

As for me, in this body, I had made it this far.

Deep into the snake’s den.

My goal was simple.

End Earl Prisk.

That bastard—no, that filthy pig—was everything wrong with this world.

A man who thought women were just pieces in a collection.

Living dolls. Property.

To him, love didn’t exist—only ownership as well as only dominance.

It disgusted me.

And what was worse was that so many others knew what he was doing.

They knew. But he kept walking free, untouched by justice.

Why?

Because he was careful.

He used coercion.

Psychological manipulation.

Gray areas in the law to trap women, break them, and keep them.

He never left evidence.

Never crossed the line just enough to land in dungeon.

That’s why I had once hoped Myrcella could bring him down—legally, publicly, with power and dignity.

But now... I was done waiting.

My patience had dried up. I’d had enough.

It was time I did something about him.

I stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came the muffled voice from inside.

The moaning had stopped.

Silence now echoed through the cracks of the thick door.

I could only assume the woman inside was passed out, or he had discarded her after use.

I turned the handle and stepped inside.

The air was heavy.

Stale.

The scent of sweat, sex, and power clung to the air like poison.

I was no seductress. I’d never done anything like this.

But if it meant none of my women had to do it—then I’d bear it.

This body, granted to me by Dorothea’s magic, was perfect for this kind of mission.

She had turned me into a woman before. And I would do it again.

Because if someone had to soil themselves in this filthy role, it would be me.

When Earl Prisk saw me, his pig-like eyes lit up.

"Wait... you’re not the one who—" he blinked in confusion.

Then, his ugly, lustful expression returned like a wave of rot.

"Well, no matter," he grinned, licking his thick, cracked lips with that oversized tongue. "You’re hot—gorgeous, even. I can’t believe someone like you escaped my notice. You’re the kind of woman I could never get tired of."

He spread his arms wide, like a monster trying to show off its bulk.

The flab of his arms and stomach jiggled and bounced grotesquely with every motion.

"Come here... and give it to me..." he said with a crooked smirk.

I stepped closer, my face soft and inviting, my smile never faltering.

"As you command, Lord Prisk."

"Call me Lord Husband," he grinned with yellowed teeth. "From now on, you’re one of my wives."

"Yes, Lord Husband," I said sweetly, then lowered myself to sit beside him.

"Come, sit on my legs and let me feel that tight little butt of yours," he drooled.

"As you wish, Lord Husband."

I sat down gently on his massive, sweaty thighs.

And then—stab.

"GUAAAH!!"

His scream pierced the air, his body convulsing.

Because I had just plunged Ayuru, my blade, straight into the fat of his thigh.

"W-What the fuck?! What did you just do to me?!"

"Oh no, Lord Husband," I said, feigning innocence. "The blade must’ve slipped out from my ass and accidentally stabbed you. How clumsy of me."

"Y-You bitch...! Who the fuck are you?!"

"That’s rather harsh, Lord Husband," I replied, smiling calmly. "Didn’t we just get married? Aren’t I your wife now?"

"W-Who sent you?! WHO?!"

"No one."

His eyes darted wildly. He thought I was an assassin.

Good.

"I’m just a devoted woman... trying to satisfy her dear husband," I said with a sweet grin. "Now then, Lord Husband—why don’t you come with me for a second?"