The war was over.
Smoke and the thick metallic scent of blood still clung to the ruined temple as Baek Muhyeok kicked open the heavy doors. At 185 centimeters tall with long black hair tied in a high ponytail, he was the embodiment of deadly beauty. His sharp jawline, refined features, and eyes that looked down on the world made him seem like a fallen god rather than a mere general. The black and crimson armor stained with enemy blood only heightened his overwhelming presence.
Over his left shoulder, he carried the enemy princess like a worthless trophy. Her body trembled against his armor, but he paid her no mind.
Before him knelt the final prize — Saintess Hwa Seoyeon.
Baek Muhyeok approached with slow, arrogant steps. He grabbed her chin roughly with a gloved hand and forced her gaze upward. A cold, cruel smile curved his lips.
“So you’re the famous Saintess chosen once in a millennium?” His voice was velvet-smooth, laced with mockery. “If you become my woman, you won’t have to play the tragic saintess of a ruined country anymore. I’ll teach you what true pleasure as a woman feels like.”
Hwa Seoyeon met his eyes without a trace of fear. Instead, a cold, venomous smile bloomed on her lips.
“…How pitiful.”
Her voice echoed clearly through the devastated temple.
“You’ve never bowed your head to anyone in your life, have you? You’ve never known humiliation or begged for mercy. You’ve treated women like disposable toys.”
She leaned forward, her dark eyes shining with divine power.
“Then this is my gift to you, oh beautiful Flower General. You shall remain as beautiful as you are now. But you will crawl on all fours like a lowly beast. Your body will no longer obey you — only instinct, only need. Only the sincere love of a true man can break this curse.”
Baek Muhyeok threw his head back and laughed, loud and arrogant.
“What an amusing curse.”
He yanked her close by the waist and crushed his lips against hers in a domineering kiss. When he finally pulled away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked.
“Enjoy your last night with dignity, Saintess.”
He shoved her toward his soldiers and left the temple without looking back.
That same evening, the nightmare began inside his temporary barracks.
At first, it was just heat.
A strange, suffocating warmth bloomed deep inside his chest and spread like molten iron through his veins. Baek Muhyeok frowned and loosened his armor, thinking it was merely battle fatigue. But the heat grew heavier, thicker, pressing down on his lungs.
His breathing became ragged. A maddening, directionless frustration surged through him. It wasn’t lust — it was something far more humiliating. A primal urge with no target and no relief.
“…What the hell is this?”
He tried to stand, but his legs suddenly gave out. His knees buckled. He grabbed the table, knuckles turning white.
Then the true horror began.
Painful cracks echoed through his body as his broad shoulders narrowed, his powerful muscles softened and reshaped into delicate, feminine curves. His waist cinched in, his hips widened. Long, silvery-white hair cascaded down his back like moonlight.
Through every agonizing second, Baek Muhyeok’s mind remained terrifyingly clear.
‘No… This can’t be happening… I am Baek Muhyeok… the undefeated Flower General…!’
A broken, humiliating whimper escaped his throat.
His arms gave out. His body collapsed forward onto the floor — on all fours.
No matter how desperately he fought, his limbs refused to obey. The once proud and mighty general trembled violently as he began to crawl shamefully across the cold ground. Sweat soaked his newly delicate skin. Every attempt to resist only made his body move forward even more helplessly.
Slowly. Pathetically. Powerlessly.
Toward the dark mountain path behind the barracks.
And deep within the curse, a second, far more insidious law had already taken root.
Whoever first claims this body as their own — his words shall become law. Not only to the flesh… but to the mind as well.