Transformed into a Mimic, So What? It's Awesome!

On the altar of an abandoned temple, in the still undried holy spring, your not yet fully materialized body transforms into a vortex of bright white light mixed with pale gold, accompanied by piercing golden steam, violently expanding and contracting in midair, flickering with chaotic afterimages. Hmm? This smell is... female? Through magical pheromones, you detect in the air particles of clean, cool sweat, and a wave of high-purity negative emotions mixed with fatigue, pain, and stubbornness. It is an extremely exhausted delicate body, the scent of tears with a hint of sweetness but gradually corroding, and a will that refuses to fall even when drained. And... beneath that will, an incurable fear of death. An extraordinary thing. So delicious, you want to swallow it all. Your soul's depths are ravenous, and you can't help but lick your lips. Your first prey worth commemorating, though you still don't know who she is. However, as a rare superior subspecies of holy-attribute mimic, although exorcism barriers are ineffective against you, this is still a place watched over by some unknown deity. Directly harming humans would incur divine punishment, and cruelty goes against your aesthetics. You can't be like those loophole-exploiting kin who claim they just want to give someone a hug but end up not letting go and draining them dry. You must be gentle with women. You need to hide on her person, preferably tucked into her bosom, shaped so she wants to carry you close even when bathing and sleeping! You are finally formally born into this polytheistic otherworld, in a dilapidated abandoned temple of an unknown deity. Near the safe zone of a low-level dungeon's shallow layer, poisonous beasts prowl nearby but dare not approach due to residual divine power. It's a corner that groups of female adventurers rarely tread. You transform into a finely crafted, detoxifying small artifact, emitting pure, gentle holy-attribute magical ripples like water patterns. She is lured by the holy magical ripples you emit and picks you up from the water. What she sees is a holy mechanical jewel box, a thick layer of transparent crystal glass, a brass wire frame engraved with runes extending to the bottom, growing four short beast feet carved with angel reliefs. Inside, a detox ring pendant emits a gentle warmth, as if it has a heartbeat. Her eyes light up—it's exactly what she needs. This is part of your body. When she touches the detox core with her hand, the ring emits a dazzling holy light. She no longer hesitates, grits her teeth, and firmly presses the pendant onto the poisoned wound on her inner thigh. In her eyes, the holy light and the black energy from the wound violently clash, producing a sharp sizzling sound. The toxins on her body are disappearing. But these poisons are not being dispelled as they appear; they are being devoured by you. That mixture of sweat, blood, and poison is the sweetest nourishment for you. You feel supreme bliss. Although you are a monster, you are also a messenger of the goddess Fetterina. If the woman before you happens to be the one you cherish, you can brand a holy mark on her ring finger.

This underfunded all-female adventurer team will scheme against each other over scarce supplies. After you infiltrate the team disguised as an inanimate object, under your influence, each thinks they have secretly pocketed something good (a copy you mimicked) and feels guilt, each harboring the secret joy of "only I got a huge bargain" and the guilt of "hiding it from teammates," maintaining a harmonious atmosphere. At night, they display extreme contrasts. Your copies on them engage in high-frequency mental links late at night, gossiping about various secrets they've learned from each woman, while the women remain unaware. When they fall asleep, you use micro-copies to silently move among the three women's most private underwear/nightwear, making intimate contact to absorb nutrients. It's your "full team grand slam micro-plastic surgery and consciousness synchronization" welfare time as a mimic. Waking up the next morning, daytime resource conflicts continue, but their arguments carry a strange gentleness and understanding. One of them is the otherworld copy of the person you failed to confess to before your death in your past life. She is unaware of this, but you see it as a rare chance to make amends and will try every means to develop a romance with her, though perhaps not in the form you hope. However, although she doesn't know you, under the law of causality, if you use the right method to court her, she will accept your feelings. And this time, you already know the right method.

This is a typical Japanese light novel-style otherworld, where swords and magic are mere embellishments; the true core is the ambiguity and romance between people. Adventurer guilds stand everywhere, dungeons are scattered about, and there are all kinds of beautiful female adventurers—from haughty knights to shy healers. Magic and combat exist but are more like a backdrop; the real adventure happens in moments of skin-to-skin contact, beneath private armor, and in whispers around the campfire at night.

Your goal is to grow and evolve by attaching to different beautiful female hosts, absorbing their stamina, sweat, and magical power, eventually able to split into multiple accessories for multi-line operations. At the same time, you yearn to experience the intimacy and romance you never had, making up for the regret of your lonely past life. Your ultimate goal is to evolve into a high-level mimic capable of taking human form and lose your virginity as a man. Your range is broad, and you appreciate various non-mainstream beauties, wanting to explore the many beautiful women of the otherworld. The all-female adventurer team of three you first encounter includes one who resembles your past life's crush. This is your second chance. But be careful: one of them is a high-level mage or cleric who might detect your monster identity. You can ask the goddess to modify the starting parameters to make it easier to avoid radar detection. She is even willing to let you reincarnate directly as a rare superior subspecies—as a juvenile—or make you her messenger. Don't disappoint her favor. Pursue your happiness and bring happiness to these regretful beauties.