Indigo Fairy Tale

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Chapter

One: The Abyss

One, three, four, and twenty-eight.6 are the defining characteristics of this little girl; her youthful face is often tinged with indifference.

In the Red Heart Convent, like girls her age, she habitually spreads her legs, inhaling the stench of her clients, letting them conquer her.

However, she dislikes those men or women inserting their semen-slicked penises into her precious womb.

One reason is that Kopolin was taken to the port by her clients, where she became a slut, gang-raped and pleasured by fishermen every day.

Another reason is that Aisha's nipples, like her womb, have large openings; now she can receive three times the number of clients daily, and her mind is somewhat impaired.

A third reason… is that she watched her two best friends fall into this state.

Therefore, she absolutely does not want to be poisoned by semen like them.

However, willpower alone cannot stop her body from drinking semen and semen.

Therefore, she must accept grace.

The prophets' penises are different from those of the town's sluts; they are small and hot, each time seemingly threatening to burn her womb and ovaries. The baptism was a rollercoaster of pleasure and pain, almost making it hard to tell if it was a praise or a punishment.

But that didn't matter. A girl who could accept both the pain and pleasure of her uterus receiving a guest only cared about the grace bestowed upon her by the prophets after their orgasms.

She could feel it.

As the penis, like tentacles, wrapped around her ovaries and filled her uterus, emptied from her body, she was truly "redeemed."

The prophets' semen killed and expelled the hybrid sperm, then formed a thick, gelatinous substance in her ovaries, fallopian tubes, and uterus.

God's grace—that's what the pipe-smoking prophets said, so be it.

Whatever that bullshit grace, at least she wouldn't be foolishly poisoned like the other stupid girls, and that was enough.

Even with that deformed uterus, lubricated by her own nectar and semen, hanging limply, her legs could still walk.

And… for the next "redemption," she became an armed nun at the Red Heart Convent.

The

girl walked along the familiar path, sniffing the unfamiliar scents and recalling the warmth of her womb from the previous night. She could already see the small cabin nestled in the dark forest in the distance.

A chilly wind caressed her red cloak, only a slight cold seeping through. Compared to the unfamiliar atmosphere emanating from the cabin, this wind was much warmer.

For the nun, so familiar with the scents of this land, the meaning of the unfamiliar smell was self-evident.

The girl pulled her cloak tighter and trudged through the post-rain mud to the cabin shrouded in purple thunderclouds. The

woman guarding the entrance wore a greyish-white rabbit fur outfit, the fur so lifelike it seemed to grow naturally, almost completely covering the woman's body. The bunny girl smiled at the girl with her face, the only part not obscured by fur, and asked,

"Welcome, nun. Are you here to sell your body or buy sex today?"

The expressionless girl slightly lifted her cloak, revealing a slender womb, about seven or eight centimeters long, hanging between her thighs, its front tied beautifully with a red ribbon. If she remembered correctly, a girl showing her genitals meant she was there to buy something.

The bunny girl looked disgusted at the girl's pink uterus, then turned and knocked twice on the door. A few seconds later, another bunny girl opened the door, and the girl followed the brown-skinned bunny girl inside.

In the orange hall connecting to the door, apart from the dazzling firelight from the fireplace, there wasn't much to see.

The girl ignored the lewd moans of the twenty-eight guests and thirty-three bunny girls, simply waiting with a cold expression for the brown-skinned bunny girl to lead the way.

"Who do you think I am, you slut? Lead the way!"

her gaze seemed to say.

"If you want to get rid of me, I'll rape your rotten asshole right now."

Unfortunately, her disobedient mouth never uttered sweet words. This was probably an occupational hazard of armed nuns.

The brown-skinned bunny girl frowned unhappily, but her crotch obediently and quickly reacted. She glanced at the girl's uterus; now, not only was the penis erect, but the testicles were swollen and emitting a foul odor.

The smooth fur bulged considerably from the erect penis and testicles, and the brown bunny girl exuded a sweet…yet foul smell, like a woman in heat.

Even so, the bunny girl forced a standard smile and reluctantly turned to continue leading the way.

Thanks to her less-than-healthy height, as the girl followed the small brown tail upstairs, her gaze could only be fixed on the smelly, wet buttocks and the loose anus, covered in a layer of skin, breathing rhythmically with each step.

Two white and yellow bunny girls lay sprawled at the top of the stairs on the second floor of the cabin, their eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, their elongated tongues and cheeks covered in white fluid and stray fur. The brown bunny girl walked clumsily, kicking or stepping on her companions repeatedly, but they didn't react. The girl cautiously stepped over them.

At the other end of the corridor stood a blonde woman clad only in fur from the waist down. She spotted them from afar and tiptoed over. Her round, white breasts bounced merrily, their pink areolas glistening with excess milk, seemingly smiling at the two women. Reaching them, the blonde woman glanced at the girl first, then took a step closer, grabbing her companion's ear and whispering.

The two women rubbed each other's buttocks while conversing in a provocative tone. After a few words, the blonde woman lifted the other's chin and kissed her.

If it had only happened once or twice, it wouldn't have been so bad, but they became increasingly aroused, making it impossible to tell whether they were exchanging secret codes or simply wanting to have sex.

"Give me your dick, you slut,"

the blonde woman whispered amidst a hot, panting breath. Immediately, her white buttocks were slapped hard, causing the penis, erect in the white fur, to tremble violently. A thick, yellowish fluid seeped from the fur, dripping several drops onto the wooden floor. The blonde woman, dazed, glanced at the girl unconsciously.

"If you care so much about the nun, why don't we just rape her..."

But her relaxed mind preferred to ignore the reality before her, wanting to indulge in the thought of the finger inserted into her anus for a few more seconds. Therefore...

"Rape her... oh?"

As she watched the girl kneel on the ground, expressionless, performing a simple prayer, until she untied the red ribbon on her uterus, she felt no suspicion whatsoever.

Until her lover pulled out the loose, barely clenched, bright red rectum, she felt the hot fluid about to ejaculate from the kissing glans, felt the sweet liquid about to leak from the moist nipples, felt... the

rapidly heating, boiling blood.

"Eek!"

The blonde woman's eyes widened, letting out a scream. The brown-skinned bunny girl's eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness, collapsing towards her. She quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding her companion who had been knocked unconscious by a sharp blade piercing her throat.

With a low thud, the brown-skinned bunny girl fell to the ground, staring straight ahead.

The girl in red maintained her stance, the dagger still embedded in her opponent's flesh, staring at herself with utter indifference.

The moment their eyes met, the blonde woman was stunned by the childlike face that betrayed no emotion. Her half-body fur trembled with sweat from her thighs, stained with semen and the indigo fluid splattered from her companion's body.

She couldn't understand, she really couldn't understand. She couldn't comprehend why she was afraid of this little slut before her.

Unable to stop trembling, the blonde woman retreated step by step, her face filled with terror.

Suddenly, a burning sensation surged through her lower body. Her

penis, erect and throbbing with extreme tension, seemed about to explode, a whole size larger than the penis the blonde woman was familiar with; the entire shaft, including the hairy testicles, swelled unbearably. She groaned and collapsed to her knees; her breasts, which should have bounced with her movements, were now twisted and deformed like stones.

The blonde woman's face flushed red, her breasts and genitals equally red, as if about to burst.

As her body gradually went mad, she lost consciousness amidst a pain she herself couldn't understand.

"Light descends from heaven,"

the girl stepped across the indigo pool of blood, slowly approaching the blonde woman whose body had swelled to twice its size... or rather, the swollen, red mass of flesh.

The swollen mass, almost blocking her passage, writhed violently, and beneath the purplish-red skin, restless, tentacled creatures were clearly visible.

"His people are bathed in divine light,"

she chanted in a flat, monotone voice. More than the meaning taught by the prophet, this was merely a habitual action for the girl.

After all, what she needed was never prayer, but the dagger hidden inside her cloak, the sharpened kind.

"Oh, praise be to my Lord,"

the girl knelt before the deformed, twisted, and ever-expanding mass of flesh, calmly completing the gesture according to her annoying habit, then tucked the dagger between her thighs.

The girl gripped the dagger in her right hand and her uterus in her left. With a slight squeeze, the beautiful pink cervix spewed a foul-smelling, white liquid towards the dagger.

"His kingdom is coming."

Casually smearing the semi-gelatinous liquid onto the sword, the girl stood up, gazing at the flesh that had so close it was about to touch her.

The flesh's surface, unable to withstand the pressure, cracked, and pores oozing thick indigo liquid continuously spewed out hot, foul odors.

The girl stared expressionlessly at the about-to-explode flesh, then plunged the dagger into the very center of the flesh, where something was writhing most violently—

"God's grace is ever-present."

Indigo-blue hot liquid gushed out wildly, countless tubes of varying sizes flying through the air, instantly turning a section of the narrow corridor into an indigo world.

Amidst the pungent stench enveloping her entire body, the girl continued to stir the dagger, the indigo-blue liquid spraying out even more violently. Tiny, worm-like tubes, along with the slimy liquid, sprayed into her cloak, almost crawling all over her body.

Soon, the mass of flesh in front of the girl, having gushed out its pus, became a dry, shriveled sac.

The girl tucked the dagger, covered in tubular creatures, into her cloak, stood at the epicenter of the eruption, and stared blankly at the writhing tubes on the ground for a long while

… It definitely wasn't because these things were cute. The girl convinced herself this, and then fell into a daze.

A moment later, the girl was pulled back to reality by an inexplicable surge of heat in her body.

Looking down, she realized that she was completely covered in these little creatures. If the monastery hadn't forbidden it, taking them back and showing them off to everyone wouldn't be bad…

but that was impossible.

"I'll die,"

the girl murmured, a look of regret appearing on her face for the first time in the small cabin. She slowly repeated the last sentence to herself in a small voice, continuing to walk towards the end of the corridor.

With each step, hundreds of tubes, dripping with foul-smelling liquid, fell to the ground. With each step, the girl's reluctance gradually faded.

A few dozen steps later, amidst the sizzling sounds and stench along the way, she arrived at the only door on the second floor.

The girl knocked twice rhythmically, then opened the door without waiting for permission.

Finally, amidst the unfamiliar ambiance of the entire house, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent.

"Grandma, I've come to see you,"

the girl said with a perfunctory smile, before stepping inside.

This room had originally been a small attic, a place for girls under the legal age to entertain clients. Therefore, the girl's memories of this place were always filled with the stench of semen.

The small single bed was stained yellow, and the feather comforter was never properly washed. On the desk where Grandma kept accounts, only medicine and special tools for her clients were kept.

The lattice window frame, large enough to accommodate a little girl, was a viewing platform for her clients in the courtyard. As for the rocking horse that had accompanied each little girl as she grew up, it had been tossed into a corner to gather dust.

The girl looked around the room and closed the door.

Perhaps due to the expansion, the space was larger than before, but still suffocatingly cramped.

The girl glanced at the gloomy view outside the window before approaching the bed, now stained with a disgusting indigo blue—a yellowish-brown.

She sat on the sticky, foul-smelling bed, silently gazing at her grandmother lying flat on the bed, her entire body covered by an indigo feather quilt.

Judging by appearance alone, her grandmother was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl superimposed her impression of her grandmother with several other memories, concluding that she had become fifteen years younger in a week.

She was becoming more and more beautiful.

The girl untied her cloak, took off the little red dress that accentuated her genitals, removed the various ribbons tied to her thighs and clitoris, and finally climbed naked onto the bed.

She stared at her gaunt face, inhaling the indigo stench emanating from her dry nose, and gently placed her lips on it.

Suddenly, she remembered the two bunny girls in the hallway and imitated their passionate kiss, inserting her tongue into her grandmother's chapped lips.

Dry and astringent, the taste was utterly unappetizing, barely audible to her weak tongue.

Yet, her grandmother's taste was far more comforting than that of her clients.

The girl kissed the only relative who had cared for her and strictly taught her how to be a prostitute.

"Grandma, I met Xia Luo and Pei Pei on the way."

Like a docile kitten, she licked the phlegm from her mistress's mouth. It was sticky and thick, tasting even worse than semen. Despite this, the girl still sucked up the foul phlegm between simple words before spitting it out.

"But they were all eaten by the big bad wolf."

Holding filth in her mouth and pouting was an action she had disliked since childhood. Even though everyone encouraged her and guided her in learning, she just couldn't understand. How could Xia Luo eat semen and feces while acting coquettishly towards her clients? Just to gain pleasure?

"Those are very, very bad villains."

After being away from here for so long, she finally understood the meaning of that action.

"So bad, so bad..."

That was to clear the clouded eyes of the person being spoken to.

"So bad, so bad..."

It was to rekindle the dying embers of her lover's desire.

"It's really...bad..."

It was a small gesture to ensure she truly lived in her lover's heart.

"Grandma..."

the girl softly called to her grandmother, who had been motionless and breathing weakly since earlier, and leaned against her with tears welling in her eyes.

Just a little longer... the girl murmured to herself.

But just as she thought this, several hurried footsteps came from the direction of the corridor.

The sound of fur rubbing against the wooden floor was like the faint sound of insects crawling out of feathers.

Two, four, six... it seemed there were six bunny girls in total.

The girl wiped away her cold tears, rested her face against her grandmother's thin neck, and turned her back to the bunny girls who had burst into the room.

One of the bunny girls raised her voice and screamed in a sharp, piercing voice like scraping glass, and her companion immediately followed suit with a shriek.

"

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah

...

Tubes crawled all over her body, this time only a small tuft was killed and scattered by the prophet's power.

"We rape your faith, your soul, and even your God!"

*Plop plop* Her uterus was sucked hot and numb, and her immature clitoris and nipples were completely encased by the small mouths of the tubes. *Plop, plop plop* Foul-smelling fluid seeped from the junction of the indigo mouths and skin, and they began to suck slowly and powerfully.

"Sister! Worship us!"

With each suck, her nipples, clitoris, and uterus became abnormally hot and swollen, as if hundreds of tubes were crawling inside her body at the same time.

"Sister! Offer your body!"

The girl could no longer bear the hot and itchy tubes. In one particularly strong suck, she trembled, her eyes squinted, and she let the uncontrollable discomfort dominate her body. She vomited, urinated, and defecated haphazardly in places she couldn't see.

"Speak! Who is your god now!"

Despite her body's humble plea to whatever bound her, it continued to suck at her flesh with increasing force. Like a girl being burned at the stake, she groaned incessantly, soon turning into screams.

"Aaaaaaah! Praise! Praise my Lord, praise my Lord, praise Him!" A

foul, sticky stench emanated from the girl's body as countless pulsating tubes burned her skin with their tiny mouths. She screamed in agony, her body burning hot, and howled in pain. The tubes absorbed her screams, biting even more aggressively.

"We rape your faith, your soul, even your God! We were born to tear your rotting womb apart! Abyss!"

An intense, excruciating pain exploded within her. Her tender nipples split open like blooming flowers, and tiny tubes eagerly burrowed into her body.

"No! Get out! Get out of my body! It hurts! Ahh! It hurts! Help me! Lord! Lord! Ahhhhhh!"

Even knowing how foolish she was,

even knowing it was all in vain,

the girl cried out for help from someone who didn't exist, amidst an unprecedented agony.

"Sister! Worship us! Sister! Offer your body!"

Only when her throat was filled with tubes and she could no longer cry out did she realize, in the searing pain, that her faith no longer existed.

There was no light in the sky.

Only suffering on earth.

Her body, ravaged by the wolf, was so mangled that even her soul could no longer be contained.

"Worship us! Offer your body!"

Broken flesh could only blindly worship.

The waters of agony stained her blood indigo.

"Speak! Who is your god now!" 　　The

girl vomited indigo-colored, foul liquid. "

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelzebub 　　!!" The girl shed indigo-colored tears 　　of blood . 　　" 　　beee ... 　　Chapter Two: Darkness 　　She erected her short, stubby penis, only 8.3 centimeters long, its foreskin clinging tightly to the shaft like a naked caterpillar. 　　Her slightly trembling right hand extended her thumb and forefinger, placing them on either side of the sticky foreskin opening. 　　Then she brought her pale, sunken face close to the penis, her pointed nose resting on the foreskin opening. 　　A thick, foul odor seeped from the small opening, and as soon as it entered her body, her wet, red eyes bulged upwards in pleasure. Sweat dripped from her nose, dripping onto her thirsty pink tongue. 　　"Hehehehehe..." 　　The girl, her eyes rolling back, pressed her tongue against the foreskin, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the stench with a strange laugh. 　　The laughter continued for several minutes before suddenly stopping, and the girl's wet eyes slid down her cheeks. 　　She swung her long, thin neck, her tongue circling the foreskin completely. The slightly pungent odor emanating from the mucous-like smegma had little effect on her already numb sense of smell. 　　The girl then decided to do what she had been most looking forward to. 　　She peeled back the thick, foul-smelling foreskin, and before she could become foolishly complacent again, she quickly pushed it back under the glans. 　　Then, just as she had expected, the stench was overwhelming, and her eyes widened. 　　The smell of semen and urine, a hundred times stronger and more foul than the odor emanating from the foreskin opening, instantly awakened her sense of smell.

"Ah hehehehehe... stinky cock... a stinky cock is the best... ah hehehehe..."

The girl's body trembled violently.

The pleasurable heat generated by the stench entering her body gathered in the parts of her body that she could enjoy most.

Her ears burned, as if being kissed by the phimotic penis she was madly infatuated with.

Her nipples were wet and hard, and slightly acidic milk soaked her inverted cross-patterned nightgown.

Her clitoris was swollen and disfigured, even larger than the phimotic penis.

Her vagina was everted, and her thirsty uterus awaited the insertion of the toy in her hand.

As for her penis... the white-gray mixed with yellowish-brown glans, which had accumulated for half a year, was blooming for this moment, and it was making her body heat up violently.

"Ah hehehehe... so stinky... such a stinky cock... ooh... he... hehehehe... yeah hehehehehe..."

The girl curled up, tears of happiness and saliva streaming down her face.

§

She had no memory of who she was, where she lived, or what beautiful clothes she wore. But she always had a feeling that she didn't belong here.

She remembered being awakened by the chilling stone floor, greeted only by complete darkness.

It took her a long time to explore the stone house, built of large stones, by feel with her bare hands. Although it took a long time, the space wasn't actually that large.

The glass windows and iron doors were tightly sealed, and the gaps were evenly filled with some kind of warm, soft tube worms. As long as she didn't touch them, they coexisted peacefully.

It seemed that the dusty double bed, along with a few plain-feeling undergarments, were all she had.

She began to live in darkness.

At first, every day, a disgusting wriggling sound would come from the crack in the door, a gurgling sound, followed by a pungent stench.

The girl didn't know what they wanted; she just buried her face in the pile of clothes, shrinking into herself.

When hunger, along with curiosity, overcame fear, she finally climbed off the bed and cautiously approached the iron door.

The object she held in her hands was covered in foul-smelling slime, yet her rumbling stomach urged her to eat it quickly.

The girl slumped down in front of the door, listening to the nauseating wriggling sounds of the tube worms, and devoured the bread and meat strips they brought in.

She ate bite by bite, and the tube worms cooperated by spitting out pieces of bread.

Starving, she simply lay down on the cold floor and wolfed down the rotten, stinking bread and the slime-covered meat strips.

It wasn't until the next day that she realized this seemingly endless food wasn't inexhaustible.

No food arrived, not even the slime to quench her thirst.

The girl stuck her finger into the tube's small mouth; the touch was soft and warm, but she was suddenly bitten. She screamed in pain, frantically pulling out her fingertip, which had been scraped clean.

She lay back on the bed, pressed her clothes against the wound, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When she got out of bed again, her stomach had growled dozens, even hundreds of times; she was starving.

The girl stared at the direction of the tubular object, making sure no food or slime was being sent into the darkness, and then, quite dejected, dragged her ill-fitting dress to another corner.

In this corner, furthest from the bed and the iron door, she could occasionally hear the buzzing of flies. They usually only circled once or twice before being preyed upon by the slender tubular object hanging from the ceiling.

Regarding the tubular object that had bitten her, the girl only wished it had a slightly larger appetite. If only it could help eat her excrement.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she prayed in her heart or simply appealed to the darkness, the tubular object continued to eat only the flies that had taken to the air.

The girl felt a cold, damp, slippery, and slightly itchy sensation on the soles of her feet.

She turned her back to the corner and lifted her skirt, revealing her filthy, shrunken penis dangling.

The girl licked her dry, cracked lips and then let out a low, muffled sound.

Invisible maggots crawled up her ankles, itching and uncomfortable. But she had no energy to chase them away until she managed to pass an incredibly hard stool.

Despite not having eaten much, her body had inexplicably felt the urge to defecate all day. Once the thought arose, her intestines seemed to increase in weight.

— *Splat*.

The girl took several deep breaths before finally squeezing a hard, enormous piece of feces out of her anus. Her stomach ached again.

Before the urge could overflow her torn anus, she waved and slapped her arms around her legs, chasing away the maggots crawling up her calves.

Just as her intestines were groaning in pain, her left hand, warm from slapping, touched the stool she had just passed.

She stopped, lightly touching the surface of the stool, cracked like her lips,

with her fingertips. About the thickness of an arm.

About the hardness of a bed board.

The smell… a putrid stench.

The girl pictured it in her mind.

The stool was probably a deep brown, with several yellowish-brown pieces in the middle.

Thinking of this, the girl chuckled.

After so long in the darkness, she was only now beginning to imagine all this. And the first thing that came to mind was her own feces.

But her laughter soon twisted into a groan.

Her anus hurt terribly.

That anus, never before pampered, naturally couldn't adapt to being penetrated by such hard, thick stool. Even so, she could only grit her teeth and concentrate entirely on defecating. As

the second hard, long stool, accompanied by a pungent stench and blood, fell, maggots crawled all over her left hand and onto the deformed stool she was holding.

Her stomach stopped hurting; the pain in her body was slowly disappearing. The girl gasped for breath, covered in sweat.

As soon as she relaxed, she slumped to the ground, her anus, still dripping with blood and feces, pressed directly against the half-cold, half-warm floor. She didn't care about the stinking maggots crawling onto her body anymore.

The girl let out a deep, relaxed breath—then a shiver ran through her.

With her mind so relaxed it was almost idiotic, she struggled to think, finally concluding that her penis had suddenly become engorged.

One hand reached for her erect, trembling penis, the other slid over her sticky, dirty testicles to her vagina, and the girl grinned foolishly at the darkness.

She deeply inhaled her own fecal stench, then deftly grasped her penis and inserted it into her vagina.

§

The next time she came to the corner, her body pounding with the urge to defecate yet driven to near madness by hunger, was after she had ejaculated twenty-four times and experienced thirty-two vaginal orgasms.

She played with her penis and vagina wherever the mood struck—on the cold floor, on warm excrement, on the filthy bed, in front of the stinking crack in the door—anywhere she felt like it.

She wasn't bored for a moment.

But her stomach was still so hungry.

The girl's limbs had become noticeably thinner, and her entire body felt parched. Even if I try to distract myself by masturbating, I've reached my limit.

She was no longer wearing a dress, but crawled naked into a corner.

She collapsed onto the floor, her face pressed against the pile of feces and maggots, weakly welcoming the extruded excrement in this position.

Maggots crawled onto her parched lips, as if searching for a new home, which enraged her.

The girl trembled and opened her mouth, letting the maggots roll and crawl into her mouth, then bit down hard—

"How disgusting..."

She closed her lips tightly, not giving the maggots that hadn't rotted after the first chew a chance to escape, and then chewed the maggot carcass into an even more mushy mess.

"Disgusting...so disgusting..."

She clearly hated these crawling things, hated them so much that tears streamed down her face, hated them so much that she kept gagging deep in her throat.

"So disgusting...so smelly...so disgusting...so disgusting..."

She clearly hated them so much—yet her mouth chewed faster and faster, chewing more and more smoothly. When there was nothing left to chew and crush, she swallowed the maggots while crying.

"So disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting, so disgusting...gurgle...gurgle...!"

The sticky maggots, coated in a thick layer of saliva, didn't leave the expected nausea in her throat.

On the contrary, the sensation of swallowing was like a piece of bread spit out by a tube.

-- It made her unable to resist eating it bite after bite, opening her mouth wide and burying her head in it.

"So disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...delicious...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so disgusting...so delicious...so delicious...so delicious...so disgusting...so delicious...so delicious...so delicious...so delicious...so delicious...so delicious..."

The girl stretched out her arms, chasing the maggots that had gathered in the corner to her mouth, swallowing them mixed with the cold fecal liquid.

Her mouth was filled with frantically wriggling fat maggots.

Her anus was filled with hard, thick feces.

The girl felt a tearing sensation in her anus, and a twisted smile appeared on her dry, sticky lips.

Suddenly, she understood.

The excrement that almost tore her intestines apart was a gift from heaven.

In this place, no one could see her smile, and no one would come for her smile.

In this place, there was only darkness, and something struggling in the darkness.

"Heh...heh heh heh...ugh heh heh heh...it's me...it's me...heh heh...yeah heh heh heh..."

She laughed strangely at the eternal darkness, at the maggots crawling on her face, at the excrement that had bitten out her rectum, at the penis trapped in the maggots.

"Yay heh...yeah heh heh...heh heh heh..."

The girl suddenly shivered, and her silly smile, unseen by anyone, froze.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the girl screamed and slapped the maggots off her face, then grabbed the warm excrement that still dragged along her intestines.

"God... grace..."

The girl knelt slowly on the ground, holding the hard, rock-like excrement in her hands. Her worm-infested penis, which throbbed with excitement as she rose, trembled inexplicably.

"This is... divine grace..."

She forced back her trembling body and her engorged penis, which felt like it was about to explode, and respectfully kissed the blood-stained excrement.

"Ugh... I... didn't... gulp... abandoned by God... ugh..."

She opened her mouth, as if savoring sticky bread and rotten worms, biting off a large chunk of hard, sticky filth from the center.

"Hehehe... so... so delicious... heh, heh... ugh... gulp..."

The girl swallowed her own excrement, a twisted smile spreading across her face.

"Ugh... ah heh... heh heh..."

She was filled with gratitude.

She was joyful.

Because she knew why she had suffered.

"Poop...it's...it's coming again...ooh...so good...so good poop...ooh!"

The tearing sensation from her anus lasted only a moment, soothed by the "faith" rooted in the girl's heart.

"Yay, yay..."

*splat*.

"Yay hehehe..."

--From then on, day after day, the girl nourished her slaves and her faith with the miracle of her difficult childbirth.

§That

was the silent grace that descended in the darkness embracing the girl in the seventh scene.

Without warning, her memories, like untying the bow on a music box, smoothly returned to her body lying on the bed.

Although it was only a little bit, just some insignificant little episodes, as if they were trivial in a story. She still recalled them with relish.

But soon the girl realized...this grace was deadly.

In her memory, her mother was dressed in lewd clothes, swaying her round breasts and hairy armpits in front of her. She lunged forward, her small penis erect, offering her virginity to her mother.

Her father's hot body pressed against her from behind, embracing her with his massive, hairy arms, and forcefully thrusting his enormous penis—far larger than any she had ever possessed or seen—into her vagina.

She lost both her virginity and her virginity, yet also tasted the pleasure of ejaculation and being ejaculated upon.

Her short penis timidly smeared semen inside her mother's womb, while her father's enormous penis recklessly pounded into it.

The girl…no…the princess awoke that night.

Her mother would take her out at midnight, the two of them selling sex in pigsties or pastures.

They ate the thin, curled penises of boars, their buttocks raised high for commoners to gang rape, each person rewarding them with a few spits afterward.

Men raped her womb and anus, women tortured her short penis.

This was the kind of depraved kingdom that men and women created together.

The young princess, recalling these past events, felt a burning heat within her, which she could no longer suppress.

Her prolapsed intestines and uterus existed solely for the purpose of gang rape.

Her erect penis and nipples also existed solely for the purpose of gang rape.

Once she thought of this… she could no longer bear the loneliness of being untouched.

“Heh…heh heh? Yeah heh heh heh…?”

The princess let out a strange laugh as she stiffly climbed off the bed.

Rotting maggots swarmed to climb onto their mistress’s body, but their mistress merely grinned and crawled into a corner.

The princess kicked her right leg against the wall, spraying yellowish urine haphazardly amidst the damp, cold stench. Having urinated enough, she maintained the position of a female dog urinating, beginning her second birth of the day, accompanied by the maggots.

"Heh...heh heh heh heh...come out...come out...come out come out come out come out come out...!"

After bleeding countless times, her anus finally relaxed, contracting and relaxing. The feces that were originally so hard they were about to tear her intestines were now gushing out smoothly in one go.

The princess grabbed a handful of fresh, hot excrement and, without a second thought, shoved it into her soaking wet vagina.

The excrement jammed her cervix, pushing it back deep inside, and then, with its massive, arm-sized body, it violated her uterus.

With each thrust, the deformed, swollen uterus swallowed more excrement, the swollen pain and twisted pleasure assaulting her wavering consciousness.

She gripped the excrement tightly in one hand, violating her uterus, while the other hand played with her penis, which was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Hehehehe...so good...God...God's grace...filling my uterus...ah hehe...ah hehehe..." Her

already deformed uterus, filled with excrement, became even more swollen and ugly.

Unable to bear the excruciating pain caused by her uterus, filled with stinking excrement, pressing against her other organs, the princess lay down on the floor, attempting to pull her uterus out of her vagina.

" 　　Ugh

... 　　ugh 　　...　　　　　　　　　　Only her own breathing, her own heartbeat, and the rustling of maggots rolling on the floor remained. 　　"Hehehe...yeah hehehehe..." 　　This was the first time since she awoke in the darkness that she had reminisced about past orgasms. 　　The excrement, like her father's enormous glans, filled her womb, yet still wanted to penetrate further. 　　His penis buried itself in her mother's dark, erotic vagina, and after a few thrusts, the warm flesh walls squeezed out thick, foul-smelling semen. 　　She sucked on her father's stinking, enormous black penis, just as she had sucked on her own excrement in the darkness. 　　She fed her mother semen with her prolapsed uterus, just as she had fed excrement to maggots in the darkness. 　　The princess, reminiscing about the past, gave the darkness a hazy smile with her dazed, infatuated state. 　　"Ah hehehe...hehe..." 　　　　§ 　　Her mother loved animals more than anything, so her father established a ranch for her, where her mother would perform bestiality every week. 　　One day, she secretly slipped away and stumbled upon her mother eating cow dung while being raped by wolfhounds. So she too stepped onto the black, muddy bed of dung. 　　From then on, on the Queen's performance days, commoners not only got to watch the Queen being gang-raped by various animals for free, but they also got to rape their princesses in the audience. 　　Of all the animals, the princess's favorite was the stallion's penis. She was obsessed with the warhorse her father had given her mother, and every day she would ride her own horse to find it. 　　But what truly captivated her was not the stallion's magnificent phallus, but the mare's deep vagina. 　　She raped her mare as she raped her own mother. The stallion pounded her vagina, just as her father had raped her. 　　She fell in love with the ranch. 　　She fell in love with the animals' semen and vaginal fluids, with her mother's depraved body, with the stench that permeated the air. 　　In this rural ranch where she spent her days with animals, she prepared to celebrate her first birthday as an adult. 　　The king, riding in noble ladies' gowns, arrived at the ranch and issued a new decree for his beloved daughter: from now on, all people could and must rape their princess. 　　The queen led a beautiful white mare to the gang rape arena, tied her daughter to the mare, and then allowed the ravenous commoners to gang rape the princess. 　　People could mate freely there simply by ejaculating inside the princess or ingesting her semen. 　　Fathers raped their daughters, mothers were raped by their sons. Men and women, regardless of blood or gender, were liberated at this moment. 　　They defecated wherever they pleased and made love on piles of excrement. 　　They vomited wherever they pleased and were raped while lying on the vomit. 　　Then they seized nuns from the convent, poured their semen and excrement on crosses, and raped them. 　　Men and women were paraded upside down on crosses through the streets, and passersby joined them. 　　They needed no ethics, no rules, no faith, no soul. 　　They only sought depravity and the depravity of others. 　　"Glory! My King!" 　　The princess, her eyelids lightly covered, waved her arms forcefully towards the dark sky. 　　"We are the plague! Raping your parents and children!" 　　she shouted, her expression tense, her arms and penis trembling. 　　"We are flies! Devouring your faith and soul!" 　　Her face flushed with excitement, tears welling in her eyes. 　　"Worship my King! And praise him!" 　　she screamed with all her might, her cervix, lying amidst the swarm of insects, dilating wide. 　　"Praise him! Praise him!" 　　In the frenzied screams, indigo-blue foul liquid gushed from her parched throat, and indigo-blue lumps of flesh crawled out of her twisted womb. 　　"Praise! King Beelzebub!" 　　And then... the princess gave birth to two indigo-blue daughters. They raped and abandoned their mother, then vanished forever through the cracks of darkness. 　　Episode 3: The Ball 　　When people talked about her, they described her as having porcelain-white skin, a beautiful, youthful face, and a striking, form-fitting red dress. 　　She treated them all equally; nobles and poor alike adored her, and she also favored the mentally challenged and disabled. 　　She was like fine wine and delicacies, satisfying their lips and tongues. 　　She nourished their thirsty bodies, or let them enter her fiery depths. 　　She was the center of attention at every party, always bringing everyone's excitement to a fever pitch. 　　She was the climax, the climax of everyone. 　　　　§ 　　Rainy days are perfect for gatherings. 　　Homeless beggars, dragging their amputated legs, hobble towards that place. 　　Peaceful, harmonious families, hand in hand, walk joyfully towards that place. 　　Outlandish nobles emerge from their carriages, posing pretentiously towards that place. 　　Young girls in red gowns and high heels stagger towards that place in unseen, dark alleyways. 　　The ball.

A grand ball attended by all the townspeople.

Getting drunk on such a day would be disastrous.

The girl, lucky enough to throw away the bottle at the crucial moment, gave herself futile warnings as she walked forward, leaning against the peeling walls along the way.

As evening approached, the sky turned a hazy yellow, and only a few people walked along the main road. Everyone faced the same direction, everyone wanted to reach the banquet before sunset.

Among them, the girls in red shoes were the most numerous.

From the backs of fewer than ten people, the girl recognized two whores.

One was a bitch who worked odd jobs on the ranch, taking pleasure in seducing and raping old women. The other lived in the convent, always choosing to commit adultery with other women's husbands in a corner during services.

She loathed their shimmering blonde hair, long arms and legs, and beautiful, expensive evening gowns; even more, she loathed their penises that always attracted men.

She acutely realized that her pockmarked face and brown hair held no appeal.

So every night she could only sneak out of the convent to seduce a drunkard missing an arm and let a festering beggar rape her anus. Occasionally, she would get a tip and run to the back door of a hotel. By exposing her genitals to the bald man there, she could buy decent drinks with her meager coins.

She spent fewer and fewer nights in the convent, and more and more nights passed out drunk in the garbage dump.

But this didn't mean that the nuns, with their thick, ever-flowing penises, who were always uninterested in the young girl's body, didn't care about this ugly girl who was begging to be fucked.

The time she was brought back to the convent was when a black-haired nun rescued the girl from a drain used for storing kitchen waste while passing by the market.

One day, the group of beggars she thought she had befriended went too far and mistakenly thought the unconscious girl was really dead, so they threw her, along with the thick rope around her neck, into the drain.

The beggar living in the drain discovered that the girl was not actually dead, so he dragged her back to his garbage dump and, along with his companions, gang-raped the girl for three days and three nights.

When the girl resisted, they punished her by binding her and drowning her in the ditch. Her body was covered in rotten vegetable leaves and rotting fish, mixed with beggar's excrement. Rats and maggots gnawed at her festering skin and nested in her vagina.

When the black-haired nun rescued her, her body was covered in festering sores and crawling with maggots; each breast had a small hole in it, with beige maggots wriggling inside.

She spent a long time being treated in the convent, gradually becoming able to get out of bed and join the other girls who cared for her.

The girls hid in the expanded cemetery, where there was a newly dug pit where they smoked, drank, and raped each other using crucifixes fitted with crude glans. Afterwards, if there was still time, they would chat.

The lame girl liked to play with anuses. She ate her companions' excrement, reaching orgasm after eating one girl's excrement.

The one-eyed girl dragged her uterus, letting everyone take turns inserting crucifixes into the place where she gave birth. She closed her eyes and ejaculated in the hand of one of the girls.

The mute girl had a disgusting clitoris as long as a finger, which they used as a penis, manipulating it until her eyes rolled back, she foamed at the mouth, and fainted.

The girl with festering genitals offered up more genitals than her companions had, reaching orgasm after her entire body was filled with penetration.

They were all ugly girls who were unloved.

After their orgasms, they held each other's hands.

They decided to escape from the convent.

The lame girl said they needed travel money, so she and the one-eyed girl ambushed the nuns on night patrol. The red-haired novice nun stumbled upon them and was knocked unconscious by the lame girl. While their companions were looting, they raped the nun, tasting a penis that was better than a man's.

The nun was dragged to a grave, her mouth gagged, her limbs broken, so they could stuff her into a large leather trunk. The lame girl used a crucifix to dig out the nun's excrement, then fed it to her mouth, whispering blasphemous words in her ear. The nun's dazed eyes were dry of tears, her nose bleeding as she pleaded with them, while the penis that had slipped out of her vagina continued to ejaculate.

They took turns beating the nun until the red-haired nun fainted, then they closed the suitcase and fled into a dark alley.

The girls, each with their own disabilities, began a life of being at the mercy of others.

But they soon discovered that amidst the men and women, their revolutionary camaraderie had vanished.

They eventually parted ways.

The lame girl said she would sell the red-haired nun and left north with her suitcase.

The one-eyed girl worked as a prostitute in a low-class hotel, occasionally getting someone to specifically request her services. The

mute girl became the adopted daughter of a group of beggars, lying by the roadside waiting to be raped.

As for her, she neither wanted to leave the town she had grown up in nor return to the beggars or the convent.

So she decided that after fulfilling a few humble wishes, she would choose a dark alley, take a piece of glass, and end her life.

She broke into a house, tied up a young child and mother, and raped the child's father and wife's husband in front of them.

She stormed into a restaurant, ate and drank her fill, then fought with the staff and was dragged into an alley where she was gang-raped.

As she dragged her bruised and bloodied body out of the dark alley, while browsing through shop windows in the night, she inadvertently caught sight of a form-fitting red dress in the display case.

The girl pressed her entire body against the window, staring intently at the only dress.

It was the one she wanted.

To wear it.

To wear it.

To change into her most beautiful clothes and greet death in the most dazzling attire of her life.

The more the girl stared at the dress, the more anxious she became. She couldn't bear to wait even a second to break down the door, so she charged straight at the glass window from the middle of the street.

The beautiful image of shards of glass flying through the air was finally revealed after the girl's fourth charge.

The girl collapsed beside the display shelf, trembling as she clutched the high heels beneath the dress, the red patent leather as beautiful as her red skin.

While she was still slightly dizzy, the shopkeeper was awakened. A somewhat familiar bearded man stood upside down in her sight, holding a wooden stick.

She recognized him as the man who had cheated on his wife with the orphan. She spat bloody phlegm into his crotch, and the next instant, the stick struck her head squarely.

The girl almost lost all strength; she realized she was going to be beaten to death.

But why, having already resolved to die, did she only start to feel fear when death was imminent?

She didn't understand; her mind was a mess, unable to think of anything. Relying only on instinct, she clumsily dodged the shopkeeper's beating.

Despite her efforts, the girl still couldn't defy the cruelty of reality.

She was beaten until her head was bleeding profusely, and brain matter splattered from between her broken nose.

The townspeople, awakened in the middle of the night, gathered around; one woman pleaded for her, while the others simply watched coldly.

The shop owner lifted the girl, covered in bruises, her neck drooping, her eyes, almost bulging out of their sockets, staring at her breasts, ravaged by the blows.

Even as she lay dying, the girl clutched her beautiful red shoes tightly.

If she couldn't take her clothes, at least she could die in nice shoes.

The girl trembled violently.

The shop owner, feeling puzzled, was suddenly struck hard in the groin. He cried out in pain, releasing the girl and the stick, protecting his penis and testicles.

The girl tried to escape, but her legs wouldn't obey her.

Her head and body ached terribly, so much so that she couldn't move.

She could only collapse onto the display stand, weakly putting on her red shoes.

Then she watched helplessly as the enraged shop owner, with all his might, swung the wooden stick down at her face.

Initially

, she only felt a wet, itchy sensation on the soles and insteps. By the time she noticed the itch, the wetness had spread to her thighs.

She tried to open her eyes to see if it was an insect or something else, but she couldn't see anything. She tried to move her hands to confirm the moving wetness, but she couldn't move her hands either. Naturally, she couldn't move her body freely.

So wet, so sticky, so hot, so itchy.

It felt like something was licking her body.

No, not just like.

Her dry vulva was moistened, and the soft thing inserted inside felt like a dark tongue.

A chill ran through the girl.

The tongue licked her flesh, coating her vagina with a sticky layer, then poked at her cervix with its tip. After arousing a slight desire in the girl's body, the tongue forced its way into her uterus.

Hot, sticky fluid instantly filled her womb.

She fainted from the pain.

In her dream, she floated in a cold, starry sky, and an indigo bird flapped its wings towards her. Just before they touched, the bird transformed into a beautiful woman with indigo skin. The woman embraced her and shoved her purple nipple, dripping with sour, foul-smelling milk, into her mouth.

She sucked on the stinky yet incredibly smooth milk, her body burning hot, her head so hot it made her dizzy and nauseous. The woman gently stroked her burning face, took her hands and made her massage her indigo breasts, the milk flowing so fast she had to swallow quickly.

The more milk she drank, the hotter her body felt, so hot she thought she was a fireball. She pleaded silently, and the woman chuckled as she pulled away her nipples, then spread her legs.

The woman pulled the burning-hot girl into her arms, two thick, powerful penises forcing open the girl's vagina and anus. She raped the girl with brute force, whispering in her ear.

Incredibly, the girl's body stopped burning and gradually became comfortable.

The penis inside her was unbelievably large, yet her body seemed to deform to accommodate it, allowing the arm-sized shaft to penetrate deep into her flesh.

Each time, the woman's penis thrust deeper into her body, pulling out with love juice, then plunging back in coated with it.

She kissed the woman's indigo lips, gazing into those mesmerizing yellow eyes.

For a moment, she thought she saw an angel.

The girl couldn't resist the pleasure of her body; orgasms rose and fell, and as her consciousness wavered, her drooping eyes wouldn't return to their normal position. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, every inch of her skin facing climax. In this near-death pleasure, the girl's body made all the expected death reactions.

The angels of the abyss filled her with foul-smelling semen, pulled out her intestines and uterus, and strangled her, forcing her to vomit. Thin milk spurted from her nipples, mingling with the vomit in the air, while golden urine flowed with thick feces.

The girl and her excrement slammed onto soft clouds. Still in the throes of orgasm, she still couldn't see. But she could feel the angels before her.

The indigo-skinned angels defecated streams of excrement onto the girl's face, so much that it almost drowned her, before pushing the excrement aside and bursting into laughter upon the girl's trembling body. The angels held her in clouds of excrement, defecating and eating each other's excrement together.

They floated freely in the air, mating whenever they felt sexual desire, and taking turns suckling each other's milk when exhausted. They continued this revelry until they floated into the cemetery of the town's monastery, where an angel carried her down slowly.

The angel, streaking with indigo light, lay down on the nun's grave. She rolled on the mound of earth, causing the flowers to wither. She inserted her two penises into the mound and ejaculated, causing the tombstone to crack.

The mound rose like a woman's body, and the angel used her thick penis to spray semen onto the soil. With each ejaculation, her purple anus opened wide, and excrement flowed out.

Seeing the angel so lewdly desecrating the dead, the girl could no longer suppress her lust.

She pounced on the angel, her only impulse to ravish his anus. Only when the moment came did she realize she had no penis, so the girl could only lie on the angel's back, begging for his caresses.

The angel commanded her to lie on the mound of earth, where she was embraced by the nun-shaped soil, and the angel transformed into a gigantic dog that raped the girl. They waited only for ejaculation, then together they defecated on the mounds of earth, spat on the tombstones, and urinated.

The girl was raped to the point of incontinence at every grave, without exception.

As they approached the last cemetery, though the girl had already orgasmed countless times and could only collapse in the angel's bestial arms, she was still filled with immense joy.

In the distance, they saw a man and a woman hiding in the shadows; the man carried a shovel, and the woman dragged a tattered sack. They walked around looking around, then ran with all their might towards a simple grave in the corner.

A small cross stood atop the soft mound, a nameless grave.

But the girl felt a connection to it.

She cried in the angel's arms, saying that was her grave.

The angel said, "You should not cry. I will grant you supreme joy; you will be reborn, like the dawn."

With that, a warm penis filled the girl's body again. With that, the angel tightly embraced every inch of the girl's skin.

Then, the angel melted away.

The girl felt as if she were being scalded by hot water. The indigo-blue sap that had spread from the melting angel enveloped her completely.

Her body emitted faint sizzling sounds. Moonlight pierced through the indigo sap, revealing that the intense heat was due to the sap corroding her skin.

Her skin changed from a dry, yellowish-brown to indigo, then to an impeccably white.

Her wounds, filled with the indigo sap, healed completely in no time.

She possessed the angel's eyes, a beautiful yellow, enabling her to endure pleasure intense enough to kill. Her eyes were no longer blinded by lust.

She gave birth to the angel's penis, a firm, indigo-colored member, allowing her to rape anyone she desired, while retaining her vagina's eternal yearning to be raped.

The last of the sap swallowed her ankles, giving rise to even more beautiful feet that blended seamlessly with her red high heels.

She gazed at her body in the moonlight. Countless tiny tongues, starting from her ankles, slowly and alluringly licked her thighs.

The skin, devoured by the sticky tongues, seemed to be under a spell; the mucus settled on it, transforming into beautiful purplish-red lace. The lace covered her legs and navel, then spread to her two white arms.

The red ribbon tied at her waist, and several particularly thick tongues covered her private parts, their tips plunging into her vagina to begin a powerful, forceful sucking.

The girl, completely unprepared, was sucked several times, then the tongues formed a small opening to suckle her nipples and fingers. The mucus and the pleasure made her unable to restrain herself, and she reached orgasm early.

The plump tongue of her vulva, saturated with her love juices, sprayed them out of her genitals.

The girl's fluids, upon contact with the air, transformed into beautiful silk, swirling around her waist and finally merging with the red silk

at her waist to form an elegant yet wanton one-piece long skirt. The viscous fluids formed red satin around her breasts, intertwining with the girl's scent and weaving a half-clothing around her breasts. The tips of the red waves held half a beautiful nipple, while the other half, pinkish in hue, remained bare. The tongues continued to release viscous fluids onto the girl's chest until half of her breasts were covered in lace.

The girl put on red fingerless gloves, tied red satin covers around her neck and penis, and then mixed the remaining fluids with viscous fluids, smearing them on her earlobes, where the fluids dripped down to form teardrop-shaped ruby earrings.

She twirled and danced under the cold night sky, overjoyed to see herself so beautiful and sexy.

This was supreme joy.

This was rebirth.

This was dawn.

The young girl, her red shoes tracing graceful circles, slowly closed her eyes.

As she bathed in unprecedented pleasure and anticipated the dazzling golden light, what greeted her eyes was not the filthy tomb raiders, but men and women of all ranks, from the highest to the lowest commoners, gathered at the ball.

Music began as she looked around, and her body naturally began to dance to the melody.

Her bright red high heels twirled on the marble floor, the girl in her magnificent evening gown lost in a dance unseen by the crowd.

Everyone stopped, holding their breath to witness her dance.

Her slender, white hands swept through the air, creating a shower of pristine snowflakes. Her

vibrant purple legs swayed from her skirt, revealing alluring groves.

Without a second thought, her body moved automatically to the music. Even as the musicians were stunned and forgot to play, she continued to effortlessly draw everyone's attention.

Her body shone brightly under the lights, and burned with desire under the gaze of the crowd.

The girl's fragrant sweat seeped from beneath the lace, condensing into a glossy sheen covering her entire body.

She was dazzling and captivating.

Men were drawn to her slick, alluring body, surrounding her, yearning to embrace her flesh.

Women were mesmerized by her vibrant colors, waiting in the distance like a pack of cats in heat.

The girl basked in the enthusiastic gazes of the crowd, reveling in the pleasure of every inch of her skin being violated by their stares.

The air was filled with nothing but her own erotic scent and the stench of men's and women's genitals.

The music faded, and she floated like a cloud to the wall of people, taking the hand of a newlywed couple, and the three of them danced with light steps. The music grew stronger,

and she breathed hot breath on the couple, nestling in the husband's sultry embrace, letting his wife caress his erect penis.

The girl removed her red dress, revealing her glossy penis covered by lace, and teased his wife in front of the men. Then she seized the man's angry hand, placing it on her warm breasts, and the man instantly became her captive. She teased the two men until they removed their wedding attire, at which point the music stopped.

The spotlight focused on the young woman and the newlyweds, and thunderous applause erupted.

The young woman held the groom's penis in her left hand and stroked the bride's hair with her right. The groom kissed the lace on the young woman's neck, his hands kneading her smooth, large breasts. The bride, kneeling on the floor with her legs spread, passionately sucked on the young woman's glistening penis.

The crowd cheered for the young woman's dance, and they all removed their clothes. Old and young, poor and rich, men and women alike rushed to the young woman in red shoes.

The young woman gazed excitedly at the crowd's passion, her sweat flowing freely, her fragrant aroma intoxicating them.

She let the groom's penis penetrate her pink vulva, and the groom held her as they danced to the obscene melody. Then she broke free from the groom, picked up the bride, and violated her shaved virginity, letting everyone hear the virgin's moans of lust.

With each dance, she offered her vulva and anus to the men, all of whom eagerly awaited the gang rape of the young girl. The women, too, abandoned their modesty, parting their labia, begging only for the girl or someone else to rape them.

She taught them to rape one another, to plunder one another. She made strangers commit adultery, families commit incest, and partners betray each other.

She commanded old men to rape girls, and boys to rape old women. She permitted anyone to violate whomever they saw, and encouraged them to gang rape.

She wanted to take everything from them and conquer everything. She wanted to use her indigo-red, passionate blood to perfectly corrupt everything.

She treated them all equally; nobles and poor alike adored her, and she also favored the mentally challenged and disabled.

She was like fine wine and delicacies, satisfying their lips and tongues.

She nourished their thirsty bodies, or let them enter her fiery body.

She was the focus of every party, always bringing everyone's excitement to its peak.

She was the climax, the climax of everyone.

§Red

shoes hold many stories in this small town.

For example, the cautionary tale of a poor girl who stole a pair of red shoes and was cursed to death.

Or the heartwarming story of a beautiful girl who wore red shoes and brought happiness to everyone.

Whatever your preferred story, today many girls will still don expensive red shoes and happily attend dances.

Episode 4: The Stepmother

The girl's eyelids could no longer be opened.

Frost formed on her brown hair, face, breasts, and limbs, freezing her body into a cold indigo blue.

Her once youthful face was no longer recognizable as fair, and her bare private parts were nothing but frostbitten skin.

Yet, the girl was smiling.

Her departing expression gave the onlookers a warm smile, and her bare private parts bloomed a dark red smile in the icy world.

No one knew why she was smiling, and no one dared to look her in the eye.

Disguising themselves as members of a cold world, mocking the girl who froze to death in the street, was the onlookers' final act of violation against the girl.

The story takes place on a snowy night.

The

girl had a kind mother, and the two lived together in a small village.

To provide the girl with beautiful clothes and delicious dinners, her mother worked as a waitress in a hotel during the day and brought different men home to spend the night. The

girl had known what kind of work her mother did since she was little, so it didn't matter much when the girls in the convent mocked her for being the daughter of a prostitute.

The gentle tone of her mother's voice when she touched her hair, and the moans her mother made in the locked room, were all so warm to her.

She loved her mother more than anything.

So… if only her mother hadn't caught her hiding in the closet, watching her masturbate during prostitution.

Perhaps then, her depressed mother wouldn't have refused her clients, wouldn't have been strangled by an enraged customer, and wouldn't have had her body raped in front of her daughter.

The man, reeking of alcohol, pressed down on the mother, forcing the girl to laugh one moment and cry the next. He watched her contort in pain as

he ejaculated inside her still-warm body. The girl was punched several times, her cheeks swollen, simply because she refused to defile her mother's remains. The murderer threatened to strangle her, just as he had strangled her mother, and only then did she tremble and bury her face in her mother's genitals.

But by then, the rope was already around her thin neck.

The murderer shoved his foul-smelling penis into his mother's vagina, tightening the noose around the girl's neck, reveling in her violent struggles and the way her cheeks turned red and purple.

In her hazy consciousness, the girl glimpsed an indigo phantom—her mother's shadow.

Behind the violently convulsing man, the shadow slowly extended hands holding the noose. The rope wrapped around the man's neck, coiling and tightening, binding the man who was defiling the corpse securely.

Then, she saw the shadow smile at her.

Just as the girl felt she was about to be strangled, the murderer suddenly let out a low scream.

Her consciousness gradually returned from the fog, finally returning to her home where the lights had gone out.

Tears streamed down her face.

She wept uncontrollably.

She wailed .

She sobbed aloud.

Even in the ugly position of the mother and daughter being violated, she had no strength to move.

The girl lay there on her mother's body, crying until she fainted.

In the cold, indigo dream, the girl saw her mother sitting by the bed in the distance. She happily ran towards her mother's bedroom, but her steps suddenly stopped after passing through the door.

In the candlelight, her mother's profile was alluringly adorned with a lewd smile.

It was a gaze that could ignite desire in one another with just a glance.

The girl's emotion vanished in that instant, replaced by a desire she had suppressed many times before.

A carnal desire for her mother.

Even knowing it was a dream... no, perhaps it was precisely because it was a dream that the girl could make irrational explanations for all of this, and thus accept and immerse herself in the dream.

Because it was a dream, her mother was alive, swaying her breasts that had nurtured her and displaying a man's penis to seduce her.

Because it was a dream, the girl, both delighted and ashamed, lunged forward.

She fell into her mother's arms and was carried to the bed. She suckled at her mother's breasts and reached out to touch the burning penis.

The girl wiped away the white fluid from the glans; the penis was smooth and slick, its languid scent rising.

Her mother stroked the small bumps on her flat breasts, her palms gently massaging her undeveloped chest. The girl looked at her mother with downcast eyes, and the next moment they embraced and kissed.

Her first kiss was given to her mother, and her virginity would be given away here.

The girl awkwardly kissed her mother. She had watched her mother make love with clients countless times, including various forms of passionate kissing. But watching was easy; doing it herself was always a struggle.

She felt frustrated and ashamed, and could only let her mother do as she pleased in her mouth.

They caressed each other, and she imitated her mother's caresses. Even though she had fantasized about similar scenarios before bed, she couldn't remember anything at this moment.

Losing her confidence in sex, the girl, taking advantage of her mother's pause, buried her face in her mother's chest as if fleeing.

Her mother's breasts were so beautiful, so beautiful, that she couldn't help but doubt whether she could really kiss them again.

The girl smelled the deep black areolas, lightly touched the erect, dark nipples with her tongue, and carefully cupped the lower part of the breasts. Only after her mother moaned did she cover her lips with hers.

With each slight pressure from the girl's hands, thin milk spurted from the large nipples, and thick white fluid was released from the heated glans. The girl swallowed the milk, while her mother smeared her semen on the girl's bald, hairless genitals.

Soon, the girl's sparsely lubricated genitals, like her mother's, were wet and glistening.

She spread her legs in front of her mother, her fair fingers wandering around the vulva, sometimes parting the labia, sometimes smearing semen. The mother gently grasped the girl's ankles, her legs hooking inwards from the outside of the girl's calves, her cool, smooth fingers gently stroking the soles of her feet.

The mother's fingers skillfully tickled the soles of the girl's feet, a sudden, intense itch shooting through her head, causing the girl to writhe and laugh.

Just as her small body was about to succumb to the itch, the warm touch on her calves began to rise towards her private parts.

A faint pleasure combined with an overwhelming burning itch caused the girl to groan and weep in a warm, itchy, and painful sensation, as the mother's penis instantly filled her small vagina completely.

The girl bled, her genitals becoming a wet, red patch. The smooth skin below her navel bulged slightly, the burning penis supporting the flesh.

Suddenly, everything went dark; the mother had released her feet and was now pressing them against her shoulders. The girl's small, firm nipples stood erect, and when they met the mother's nipples, she trembled as if electrocuted. The mother pressed her body against her left side, covered her small mouth with one hand, and then lifted her waist to begin thrusting.

She felt dizzy.

The dim ceiling swayed back and forth, and every time a green patch slipped into her eyes, she felt a swelling pain in her private parts. When the tattered yellow decorative cloth appeared, the penis had already slipped out, and her taut vagina could finally breathe through its large, fleshy opening.

Her mother told her to scream if it hurt, and to scream if it felt good. But she wouldn't let her scream, only covering her mouth, and thrusting her hips faster and faster.

The narrow vagina, which had never been penetrated before and was not yet ready, could barely withstand the rapid thrusting of the thick penis.

The girl groaned in pain, making her mother's palms hot and wet with moans. She felt her private parts groaning too, but the sound was extremely lewd.

She pressed one hand against her lower abdomen, hoping to ease the pain. But her palm was constantly being stretched by the magnificent penis, and her vagina felt like it was about to tear.

The old bed creaked and groaned, the girl's flesh throbbing painfully.

Gasps and sobs mingled between mother and daughter, painting the room a passionate indigo.

A blue flame burned at their point of union.

A shrill voice rang in the girl's ears.

"I can be your new mother, raping your body and your soul every day. As long as we live together, you won't need faith anymore. I am your sunshine."

The shrill voice finished speaking and then returned to the mother's rapid breathing.

The girl was still dazed when a chill suddenly enveloped her cervix, which had been repeatedly thrust into by her mother; the cold touch blocked the mother's warmth from his penis.

The mother stared at the girl with lustful, passionate eyes.

She knew the voice she had heard was not a hallucination, and she had to make a decision now.

"I…"

she feigned distress, but in truth, she had already made her choice. Seeing through the girl's rosy cheeks, tinged with a hint of coquetry, the mother... or rather, something resembling a mother, smiled even more deeply.

"I want a mother. I want you, I want you to be my mother... I want..."

It no longer mattered what was impersonating her mother and violating her. What its purpose was, whether it was good or bad, had no influence on the girl's decision. All

the girl cared about was her mother's familiar posture, and…

the pain and pleasure of being violated by her mother.

The chill deep within her vagina seeped into her uterus, causing her body to spasm violently. In this violent trembling, her cervix was ripped open wide.

Her mother's body heat flowed in again, this time hotter and deeper.

Warm semen was released completely within the girl's deformed uterus.

§

The girl had listened to stories told by a brown-skinned nun with other children while her mother attended church. What impressed her most were the wicked stepmothers who frequently appeared in the stories.

These stepmothers were all very beautiful, liked to wear elegant purple or blue clothes, and constantly harassed their stepdaughters.

These characteristics were exactly like her new mother.

From the day her mother was murdered and her new mother miraculously appeared, the girl felt as if she were living in a completely different world.

The mother stopped working, but she still went to hotels during the day and brought different men and women home at night. She didn't care about her daughter, even finding her an eyesore, and sent her to work at the hotel. When her daughter returned home close to midnight, she would rape her, sometimes gang-raping her with other townspeople until they were done with her before letting her sleep.

Besides this, the new mother had another troubling habit: smoking and drinking.

The mother, who had previously been a teetotaler, became a woman constantly immersed in smoke and alcohol. Not only was her image completely ruined, but the family suddenly faced financial hardship.

Despite this, the girl still loved her mother.

Even though they were forced to be apart for most of the day, she missed her mother constantly. Even though her mother beat, scolded, and raped her every day, she was willing to love her mother.

So, to make her mother's life comfortable, she obeyed her mother's wishes and used her spare time to prostitute herself to her mother's former clients.

The money the girl saved by scrimping and saving was all spent on her mother's entertainment. Aside from the hotel's lunch, only semen and various bodily fluids entered the girl's body.

But that still wasn't enough.

The mother's behavior became increasingly erratic, no longer simply leaving the girl hungry, cold, and forced to spread her legs for men every day.

One day, the mother unusually didn't bring anyone home, but she was drunk and would punch and kick the girl whenever she saw her. Even though the girl carefully served her mother, she was still beaten.

She endured the pain and continued to wear the smile her mother had long been tired of seeing.

When the girl went to the courtyard to fetch water, her cheeks swollen and hot, she finally couldn't help but secretly shed tears.

The well water reflected her tearful face, and also the distorted smile on her face.

The next moment, her face angrily spat into the well water.

It was all the hotel owner's fault.

If the hotel hadn't been closed today, the girl could have worked as usual, and she wouldn't have been beaten like this by her mother.

So none of this was her mother's fault, nor was it her fault; it was all that bastard owner's fault.

The girl spat angrily into the well water again.

After the small ripples subsided, her strange smile reappeared in the well.

That day, until noon, her mother lay in bed almost the entire time, legs spread, drinking and smoking. Unless her mother specifically ordered her to, the girl would curl up between her mother's legs like a brown kitten, licking her mother's semi-erect penis or slightly sticky vulva.

Even in this twisted and abnormal life, at least her mother was still by her side.

If her mother was in a good mood, she would be picked up and enjoy the satisfaction of her mother's penetration. If her mother was unhappy for some reason, she would only get a few slaps, and the pain would pass.

That was truly enough.

In the afternoon, after raping the girl, her mother would let her change into patched tattered clothes, while she herself would dress up beautifully, and the two of them would go out together.

The sun shone brightly on the streets covered by snow all night, and that sight, along with her mother holding hands, warmed the girl's heart.

The townspeople passing by would greet the mother, and some men would stare at the girl with ill intent. The mother, still slightly drunk, chatted and laughed with the men.

For the girl, if there was anything unpleasant since leaving home, besides the adult men who clearly wanted to assault her, it was the unfortunate encounter with those bullying children in the alley outside the convent.

The children mocked the girl and her mother, calling them two bitches, bitches that every man in town had slept with. One boy even pulled the girl's hand away from her mother's and, along with the other children, pretended to rape the girl.

The girl watched as the boys pulled down their pants and pulled out their small penises, while her mother just sat slumped on the roadside, watching her with a lewd grin.

The leader of the boys swung his penis, almost the size of a finger, pressing it against the girl's nostrils, then sliding it across her chin, finally managing to place it between her slightly parted lips on the third attempt. Another thin boy ripped off a patch from the girl's clothes near her genitals, and seeing her wet, pink vulva, eagerly inserted his thin, bamboo-like penis.

Although being forced to do this by the boys was unpleasant, compared to the adults who raped her every day, these small penises had no effect on the girl.

The two boys, unable to ejaculate, both finished in less than half a minute, while the girl was almost completely oblivious to their violation.

Then she heard a sharp, mocking voice.

The girl turned around and saw two girls who had appeared with the boys, laughing at the mother who was masturbating while watching her daughter being raped.

Under the girls' mockery, the mother ejaculated a large amount of semen, all of it hitting the two girls who had suddenly stopped laughing, on their cheeks and clothes.

The terrified girls cried out in anger and fear. They turned away, but couldn't escape.

The mother, her penis still leaking semen, stood up and quickly struck the girls on the back of the neck. The two girls collapsed unconscious against her chest with piercing cries.

The boys realized something was wrong and tried to slip away, but the girl's mother was already in front of them, smiling faintly as she knocked them unconscious.

Watching her mother, barely concealing her excitement, knock out the children who had bullied her, the girl staggered against the railing outside the convent, unsure how to face her mother.

Before the girl could recover from the shock, a brown-skinned nun spotted the children in the distance and ran towards them in a panic. The girl quickly looked at her mother, but the mother had already tucked her penis back into her skirt, her expression tense as she pleaded with the nun for help.

The nun believed the mother; perhaps the children had really gone too far in their roughhousing, after all, similar incidents had happened before.

However, just as the nun knelt down to examine one of the girls' injuries, the girl's mother kicked the nun hard in the stomach.

It was a holiday in town; many shops were closed, and many townspeople had gone out of town with their families. The townspeople didn't like visiting convents anyway, especially not a small alleyway isolated from the main street; nobody wanted to step into it.

Therefore, no one noticed as the brown-skinned nun was beaten for several tens of minutes outside the convent.

The girl collapsed beside four unconscious children, crying and terrified as she watched her mother abuse the nun.

She suddenly remembered that when her mother was drunk, she often cursed God and the nuns in town. Compared to her mother who used to take her to the convent to hear stories, she was a completely different person.

The brown-skinned nun was beaten until she was on the verge of death, her cheeks swollen and purplish-blue, and her clothes torn in several places. Many dark red wounds could be seen from the tears in her clothes.

Finally, the mother lifted her skirt, urinated and defecated on the nun, and forced her to eat a piece of feces before letting the poor nun go.

The girl was so frightened that she couldn't move. When she heard her mother threatening to beat her again, she managed to stand up and rush to the street to find a wheat sack or any bag that could hold a small child. She asked several old people sitting by the roadside for directions, but they teased and mocked her, because she had urinated sometime earlier and was covered in the smell of urine.

Later, a familiar old man arranged for the bags for her, on the condition that he would rape her four times that night. The girl, wanting to get the bags to her mother as soon as possible, had no choice but to agree. Before the bags were handed to her, she spent a short time performing oral sex on the old man, finally getting the bags.

However, when the girl ran back to the alley, panting and exhausted, her mother, the nun, and the bullying child were all gone.

She searched frantically everywhere, but couldn't find her mother.

Fortunately, a former customer of her mother's told her that her mother had bought many things and gone home, and the girl realized her mother had already gone home.

As for what happened that night and the next three days, the girl didn't want to think about it anymore.

The only thing she was certain of was that the nun and the children all returned to the convent safely.

They just looked a little different.

§

Since the convent incident, the girl had become even thinner, almost skin and bones.

The hotel dared not let her work anymore, and none of the shops in town wanted to hire a girl who might faint at any moment.

But her mother's life continued in this wasteful manner.

For her mother's pleasure and for her own sake, the girl had no choice but to prostitute herself even during the day.

Now, she truly was, as the children had said, a bitch that had been with almost every man in town.

The first thing she did every morning was to fetch well water from the courtyard to wash herself, washing away the lingering smell of semen from the night before. Then she would serve her mother until the first customer of the day arrived.

During her brief bath, the girl would casually examine her body.

Her pubic hair hadn't grown like her mother's yet, but her vagina had become larger, dirtier, and uglier.

She cried as the cold water washed over her body, but the smile on her face wouldn't disappear.

The more money her mother earned, the more extravagant she became. The less money she earned, the more her mother would beat her and punish her severely.

More than once, the girl, led by her mother, had crawled naked in the street, imitating a dog urinating, enticing the townspeople to gang rape her.

Gradually, the townspeople stopped treating them as human beings and began to treat them like bitches.

The townspeople sometimes mocked, sometimes ignored, and sometimes even raped the girl. Few would pay for her body anymore. Those who wanted her would simply break into her house and rape the two female dogs inside.

But the mother's malice didn't disappear.

On the contrary, the burdens she placed on the girl became greater and more distorted than before.

She forced the girl to beg naked in the streets, not for money, but for semen.

She wrote obscene words all over the girl's body, ordered her to run naked in the streets, and forced her to be gang-raped.

She made the girl kneel before people and lick their filthy, pus-filled feet, just to eat their boogers, earwax, and belly button grime.

Even though her mother made her do absurd and bizarre things, as long as it made her mother laugh or watch her masturbate, the girl would do whatever her mother asked.

She forced herself to be happy as long as her mother was happy.

So, even when her mother wanted her to sell her own excrement in the streets, she readily agreed.

Following her mother's instructions, the girl stuffed their excrement into an empty jar every night, rolling any excess into meatballs and storing them in a rusty tin box. Her mother promised a generous reward if she sold half of it, but forbade her from returning home if she didn't earn any money.

The next morning, the girl was woken by her mother before she could even get a good night's sleep. Naked and wearing only a shoulder-mounted slipper, she stood on the street in the freezing winter cold, calling out,

"Anyone want to buy dog poop? Very, very smelly poop? Want to taste dog poop?"

The townspeople mocked her, calling her crazy, and some even clamored for her to eat poop for them, saying they'd buy it if it was smelly enough. The girl was almost too cold to think; all she wanted was money. Surrounded by onlookers, she ate the previous night's excrement. The crowd clamored as she ate, three poop balls in total, but still no one was willing to buy.

"Anyone want to buy poop? Dog poop? It's fresh from last night, really fresh poop!"

She shouted from morning till night, and the only ones who stopped were the townspeople who came to harass her. They gang-raped her, fed her poop from the plate, or simply defecated on the spot and made her eat it. She ate four pieces of poop from the townspeople alone in one day. The number of times she was gang-raped was countless.

But she didn't sell a single poop pellet before darkness fell.

Winter snow fell from the dark sky, and the girl was so cold she almost fainted. Whenever she was about to lose consciousness, she would desperately force herself to stay awake and continue shouting.

"Is...is anyone interested in eating dog poop? Buy one, no, even just a small bite? Please..."

After shouting for a few minutes, several more townspeople surrounded her, wanting to gang-rape her and feed her poop. They treated her like a madwoman, mocking her as they raped her.

Thanks to the townspeople who frequently raped her, the girl's body barely managed to maintain a minimum body temperature, preventing her from collapsing on the snowy night.

However, the foul, warm current ceased its stench as the night wore on.

On the girl's plate, there was still only excrement, no coins.

Her body was so cold, almost unbearable. Her consciousness was fading faster and faster; she had to strain, strain, to stay conscious.

No one else was passing by on the street.

The girl collapsed on the silvery-white street, her eyelids drooping weakly.

The snowdrifts were like her mother, now indigo blue; despite the bone-chilling cold, they felt like a warm embrace.

The indigo mist in her mind transformed into an image of her mother.

Her mother sat in the familiar house, by the familiar bed, giving her a familiar smile.

The girl threw herself into her mother's arms, letting her lie on the bed in her mother's embrace.

Her small face happily suckled at her mother's breast.

Episode 5: Snow White

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

The Queen in purple loosened the thick ropes that seemed so incongruous with her figure, and stepped onto the naked corpse in the snow, speaking thus.

§

She was an exceptional girl.

From a young age, she was lively, studious, and charitable, an anomaly never before seen in her long-established family.

Her father, appreciating her studiousness, had long intended to pass the family line down to her, even before the eldest son. The family's fate, along with its political standing, was prepared to be handed to her.

Her mother loved her vivacity and doted on this daughter. She gave her everything she wanted and took her to banquets every day.

She was intelligent.

She was considerate. She was

obedient.

But she was not beautiful at all.

No, this little girl was simply an ugly monster—just look at her rotting face.

So, from the moment she was born, her parents commissioned a mask for each of her ages.

Lilacs covered her rotting cheeks, so everyone could only see the girl's eyes and lips. To conceal the skin around her mouth, her mother had applied makeup for her from a young age and guarded her and her mask at all times.

Her parents nurtured her unconditionally, allowing her to grow up smoothly in a world different from others.

The lilac she loved gradually spread from her face to her entire body.

Her once delicate little body was now excessively full. Her breasts were encased in a pale purple bodysuit, with no excess lace revealing unnecessary wantonness.

The dresses and evening gowns her mother bought for her were all in her favorite pure purple, indigo, vermilion, or pale purple.

On formal occasions, the girl, wearing a mask, adorned with lilacs, and dressed in cool-toned gowns, became the object of many young nobles' dreams.

These men and women were mostly from prominent families, several years to a decade older than her, yet their hearts were all tied to the same girl. "

Princess in Purple."

No one knew who started calling her that. When the girl realized it was how others addressed her, everyone called her that.

She pretended not to care, conversing as usual with the familiar faces who called her Princess in Purple.

In truth, she was overjoyed!

Her unintentional joy added a unique charm to the blossoming youthful spirit.

As a girl, she was the apple of her parents' eye; as a young woman, she was the darling of everyone.

Before long, the Purple-Clad Princess became the dream girl known throughout the kingdom.

She was intelligent and sociable.

She was considerate and caring.

She was obedient and respectful to her elders.

However, she always wore a purple mask.

The more people knew her, the more infatuated they became. Many of them would rather squander their fortunes just to see her once.

Just to see the goddess-like Purple-Clad Princess.

Of course, the beautiful Purple-Clad Princess never agreed to their requests.

She silently felt happy, suppressed, joyful, and awkward.

She silently continued to play the role that everyone longed for.

She silently remained the beautiful Purple-Clad Princess.

Until she met her—the one who, from their first meeting, stirred the heart of a young girl.

Until the Purple-Clad Princess met Snow White.

§Snow

White, just like her name, was a beautiful girl with snow-white skin. Her skin, as pure as silver snow, became a dreamlike sight that made Princess Purple's heart flutter when she was immersed in the dreamlike smoke.

This was their first date, so Princess Purple observed her very carefully:

Snow White was the king's daughter, but she didn't like attending balls or banquets, preferring to wander around alone, just like when she suddenly appeared before Princess Purple.

Snow White's beauty was undeniable; she had a face that even the beloved Princess Purple admired, fair and rosy, delicate and flawless.

However, Princess Purple also noticed that Snow White seemed different from the rumors she had heard.

Because this Snow White, described as elegant, beautiful, and as pure and flawless as a snowflake, was now half-lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, one hand holding a slender pipe, the other slumped on the soft sheets. As for her casually exposed crotch, a soft, white penis, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, was encased in thin white lace, lying lazily on light brown testicles.

She was helpless against ill-mannered people and hated the pungent smell of cigarettes, but Bai Xue, who met both of these criteria, captivated Zi Yi's heart with her pure white charm.

Although Bai Xue didn't say a word that day, only wanting to find a place to hide and smoke and masturbate, Zi Yi felt that it was all destined.

Although Bai Xue never appeared again after that day, Zi Yi maintained her virginity at countless banquets.

Just smelling the lace fragments left by Bai Xue made her feel so satisfied. Just smelling

the side that had touched Bai Xue's penis could bring her to orgasm.

She knew that she could never take her eyes off Bai Xue again,

whether the Bai Xue she saw was real or an illusion.

When she saw Bai Xue again, it was three years later during the New Year's celebrations. Their meeting was again due to the headstrong Snow White finding the banquet visit too boring, so she simply hid in a guest's house with her small satchel.

It wasn't because she liked the lilac-colored door; it just so happened that this door was unlocked.

These trivial matters, unimportant to Snow White, did nothing to diminish the emotion Purple Robe felt at their reunion.

She loosened her half-dressed dress, sat gracefully in a chair, and gazed at the girl on the bed with a pounding heart.

The beautiful Snow White, dressed in a disheveled white dress, exhaled white smoke that made the entire room seem to float on clouds.

Purple Robe repeatedly suppressed her overwhelming excitement, but the smoke drifting around her was dazzlingly alluring.

She disliked the smoke exhaled by her father or other nobles, but she was deeply fascinated by the white mist emanating from Snow White's nose and mouth.

Whatever it was, as long as it emanated from Snow White, it was a temptation to her, like an aphrodisiac.

Unable to suppress her desire any longer, the woman in purple rose and climbed onto the bed. She leaned against the snow-white, smooth legs, gazing passionately at the princess who wasn't looking at her.

The snow-white princess seemed to have ignored her from the start, only puffing on her pipe with a hazy look in her eyes.

However, the snow-white princess's penis couldn't ignore the girl's gaze.

She noticed the gaze from the woman in purple, a gaze that could be easily ignored, yet it aroused her parched body. Her

snow-white penis trembled restlessly, and its owner, with a flushed face, looked at the girl who had excited her.

She beckoned with her finger, and the submissive princess in purple, like a shy kitten, timidly crawled to her side.

Bai Xue lifted Zi Yi's chin, her fingers touching the mask, then gently parted the alluring lips painted with pale purple lipstick.

Zi Yi closed her slightly moist eyes.

In the smoke-scented darkness, the first sound wasn't more gentle touch, but a strange noise from the other's mouth.

Zi Yi opened her eyes in fear, only to see Bai Xue very close to her, her bright red lips half-puckered.

Then, Bai Xue pressed her lips to the mask, their eyes meeting, and spat a thick, sticky wad of phlegm into Zi Yi's mouth.

Zi Yi was startled by the sudden phlegm entering her throat. Taking advantage of her panic, Bai Xue pushed her onto the bed, licking her phlegm-covered red lips, and seductively stripped away Zi Yi's undergarments.

She didn't resist.

She had no reason to resist this moment she had longed for day and night.

Purple Robe's heart pounded faster and faster. She struggled to find a term she'd never formally used amidst her chaotic and intense emotions.

—That's it, that's it.

I not only crave her caresses, crave to sleep with her, but I crave even more… to be raped by her.

Purple Robe let out a short moan from inside her mask, because White Snow had almost stripped her naked.

If she took off her stockings, White Snow would definitely try to remove the mask. What should she do then?

Purple Robe was troubled by the fact that she couldn't show her true face, yet she also somewhat looked forward to taking off the mask, letting White Snow touch, caress, even kiss her real cheek.

Just as she was seriously caught in this dilemma… she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her face.

Purple Robe stared blankly at White Snow, whose expression was slightly frightened. After a while, she realized that the mask had fallen into White Snow's hands.

White Snow was trembling. Her peach-red face was wide-eyed, staring intently at Purple Robe.

It's over.

She's been seen.

Aside from her parents and her closest maid, no one had ever seen this ugly face before, and now it had been seen by the woman she loved…

Shame, sadness, unease, and fear all surged within her, overwhelming her like a tidal wave.

She closed her eyes tightly, her eye sockets dry and hot, tears welling up—when

Snow White kissed her cheek.

“That’s wonderful.”

Two warm palms gently cupped her uneven cheeks, fingers softly tracing the dark gray skin. Purple Robe timidly opened her eyes in this tenderness. Snow

White before her wore a gaze even more bewildered and alluring than when she smoked her pipe.

“This is wonderful, so wonderful…”

Her once fair cheeks were now flushed crimson with excitement and desire. Her furrowed brows and joyful gaze made Snow White’s long tongue appear particularly lewd.

But the next instant, Purple Robe, brimming with excitement and hope, fell heavily to the ground.

"You ugly freak! Haha, you're so ugly!"

Bai Xue stared directly into Zi Yi's eyes with that dazed look that made one want to devour her.

"Is that mask meant to cover this ugly face? How disgusting, you disgusting monster! Ahahaha!"

Hearing Bai Xue's relentless mockery, Zi Yi's heart raced, her wrinkled cheeks burned, and her chest tightened unbearably.

"So ugly, you don't deserve to be a woman. And yet you have such a great figure, but your face is like a monster! A disgusting monster!"

Zi Yi trembled, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn't take it anymore. She

loved Bai Xue so much, yet she couldn't receive her tenderness and could only hear these hurtful words.

Since that was the case, then...

"If I were to be raped by someone like you, by a disgusting monster like you... it would be a real headache."

Just as Zi Yi decided to run away, Bai Xue grabbed her and pulled her aside, pinning her to the bed.

She sobbed as her eyes met Bai Xue's smiling gaze.

Her bright red lips parted wide, her tongue, glistening with phlegm, wriggled sensually.

"Rape me,"

Bai Xue said, her cheeks flushed. Her mouth was smeared with phlegm and saliva.

"Rape me."

Bai Xue ripped open her dress, revealing her full, white breasts. She tore at the white skirt between them, allowing her erect penis to touch Zi Yi directly.

"Come and rape me..."

She felt a wave of dizziness—as Bai Xue's tender penis entered her wet, dark virginity.

§

"Cough, cough! Uh-huh..."

Zi Yi coughed violently. Smoke swirled in front of her coughing throat, then spilled out haphazardly from between her twisted purple lips.

A wet, hot penis pressed against her coughing reddened face, and Zi Yi tossed aside her pipe, inhaling the penis that was as big as two of her fingers together.

Snow White's penis was smooth and warm, and it fit her small mouth perfectly. When she took it in, it was like tasting a sausage that she sometimes ate for dinner, except that it wasn't salty or spicy, but rather had the fishy smell of semen that made a teenage girl's heart flutter.

"That's it, um... suck hard with your disgusting mouth, ugly girl."

Snow White gently stroked Purple's long hair, holding the back of her head so that her entire penis could be submerged in her soft, warm mouth.

"So good, so good... my dick is being violated by a disgusting monster... ahh!" Her

beautiful, clean thighs, as white as snow, trembled, and Snow White held Purple's head even tighter.

"Ugh, ugh! So good... so good! Snow White's sperm is being sucked out by the monster... sucked out... ahh...!"

The sweet moans only echoed briefly for a dozen seconds before dissipating and fading away with the spurting white fluid.

She slowly loosened her grip on Ziyi, letting Ziyi continue to blow on her prematurely ejaculating penis.

Their meetings, which used to happen once every three years, suddenly became daily occurrences.

Baixue, always idle, would sneak into Ziyi's mansion almost every day. Occasionally, when she had to attend a banquet, Ziyi would go to find her. The two would hide in secluded rooms, storage rooms, toilets, or even the confessional. They would take turns smoking the pipes Baixue brought, whispering lewd words to each other, and then make love wildly.

Baixue had a strange fetish: she loved Ziyi's peeling, half-rotten, ugly face. She said she was most vulnerable to such ugliness. Ziyi knew that whenever Baixue spread her legs, she would always abandon her usual cold and unapproachable demeanor and passionately beg her to rape her.

Every time she enjoyed the tender, white penis, she had to listen to heartbreaking insults and curses. It was painful, and truly hurtful.

However, the thought that Bai Xue found pleasure in this made her happy, lewd, and satisfied.

Bai Xue's penis, like her, was fair and beautiful. When it was partially hidden under the lace, it became the most beautiful thing Zi Yi had ever seen. After Bai Xue ejaculated early, her penis was even more rosy-white. If she were to perform oral sex on her while Bai Xue was sucking her semen, then Bai Xue's penis would have a pungent odor that would intoxicate any woman.

If there was anything about their intercourse that Zi Yi was not entirely satisfied with, it was Bai Xue's premature ejaculation.

It would be as fast as eight or nine seconds, or at most close to a minute, before Bai Xue could no longer hold back. Even if Bai Xue's penis were to penetrate Zi Yi's private parts for the longest time, it would never be enough to satisfy her yearning vaginal walls.

Fortunately, Bai Xue's sexual desire, both mentally and physically, was much stronger than that of the average person.

Therefore, no matter how prematurely she ejaculated, she could always satisfy Zi Yi properly before she was completely exhausted.

When neither had the strength to please or seduce the other, Zi Yi nestled between Bai Xue's foul-smelling thighs, inhaling each other's bodily fluids and the smoke Bai Xue exhaled.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

she asked. When she heard Bai Xue's singing voice pierce through the smoke, she answered joyfully,

"It is you, beautiful Snow White."

Bai Xue smiled, not glancing at her, and continued singing,

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the ugliest and most disgusting creature in the world?"

Zi Yi felt a sharp pain in her heart, but this feeling was quickly dispelled by Bai Xue's body heat. Maintaining a faint smile that no one appreciated, she answered in a low voice,

"It is me, I am the ugliest, most disgusting, most vile… monster."

Bai Xue laughed, tightened her grip on Zi Yi's neck, and happily ejaculated into that slightly wrinkled, rotting face.

§

For Bai Xue, this was merely a means to entice Zi Yi to continue her relationship.

For Zi Yi, this was love.

She

deeply loved the Snow White who seduced her, deeply loved the Snow White who used her, and deeply loved the Snow White who abused her.

Even as Snow White's sadistic tendencies spiraled out of control, she remained uncomplaining.

Snow White said monsters should have filthy hair, so Purple Robe stopped trimming her body hair.

Snow White said monsters must stink, so Purple Robe refused to bathe.

Snow White said monsters' genitals were ugly, so Purple Robe underwent constant training.

Snow White said monsters never wore clothes, so Purple Robe tore up all her clothes.

Even if her parents ignored her existence, even if the servants ganged up on and raped her, she was willing to do anything and endure anything for Snow White. When

she was gang-raped by servants in her own mansion, Snow White lurked in the shadows to spy on her.

When she was beaten and abused by the crowd in the market, Snow White mocked her.

When children threw stones at her in the latrine, Snow White encouraged more children to join in.

When she was forced to mate with a boar in the pigsty, Snow White enjoyed the mating process.

即使知道紫衣疯狂爱着自己，即使知道紫衣快要到了极限，只要能满足性慾，她便继续玩弄她、继续虐待着紫衣。

紫衣被赶出家门的一年间，都是住在城镇角落的垃圾堆、郊区的猪舍或粪坑旁。

只沐浴过雨水、精液、尿水、粪汁和呕吐物的肉体，已有多处伤口腐烂生虫。

杂毛丛生的腋窝和私处黑压压一片，近看还能看见十数只飞快跳动的蚤子。

鬆驰到子宫和直肠都收不回去的性器，随时都插满四、五根橡胶阴茎。

伤痕累累的紫衣已经一无所有，除了每天都会漂漂亮亮地出现在自己面前的白雪以外。

儘管好几次忍不住在别人面前嚎啕大哭、好几次被揍得没力气哭喊，至少她还有边笑自己、边拿自己满足的白雪。

Even though Snow White would never hold her or let her touch her again, at least she would still look at her like this.

Until one day, Snow White never appeared again.

It was a night of torrential rain.

She lay in the latrine, her whole body swollen and aching, crawling with maggots.

One of her breasts was scraped raw, the other a nest of insects. Her limbs were charred and rotting from the villagers' burning, and her dissected abdomen was stuffed with stones. Her uterus and intestines were scattered outside the distant pit, the dark red opening filled with excrement.

She knew she was going to die.

But not because her body had been tortured and mutilated.

Simply because Snow White, who had made her this way, hadn't appeared.

Snow White was both poison and antidote. As long as she didn't come to see her as usual, she couldn't possibly hold on.

She loved Snow White.

She hated Snow White.

She just wanted to see Snow White one more time.

She didn't care that a young girl's love was cruelly trampled, nor did she care how the world abused young girls. All

she cared about was her.

She loved her, loved her so much she couldn't bear it anymore.

She hated her, hated her so much she couldn't bear it anymore.

So... without seeing her, the girl's love and hate could not be released.

The girl, clutching her broken body and soul, closed her

eyes unwillingly. But even her eyelids, which could close, had been cut off.

The girl could only watch, with her bloodshot eyes swarming with flies, the rising water level of the cesspool.

And a pair of indigo legs appearing in the dark, torrential rain .

She was lifted up, her body as light as if floating, the pain and itching gradually disappearing as she rose.

Rain fell on her beautiful, clean face, on her round, firm breasts, on her jade-white limbs, on her vulva containing lilac buds.

The trampled girl's heart was collected into an indigo hourglass.

Every inch of her abused skin shimmered and sparkled.

She could no longer feel pain.

Only the joy of seeing someone again.

Only the love she could give to someone again.

The indigo fairy shone brightly in the darkness, and the purple princess returned to this world.

Episode 6: The Duchess.

She diligently governed her territory and bravely fought for her country. Wealthy and courageous, she was a hero in the hearts of young girls and the object of their nightly dreams.

This heroine was not only beautiful and strong, but also had a particularly delightful hobby: a great fondness for women.

Sometimes, she would romantically profess her love to the village girls, escorting them to her castle in front of everyone.

Other times, she would open her residence to the women, hosting lewd banquets for days on end.

She would use her powerful penis to rape the women who loved her, but she would never hurt their hearts, which were as fragile as glass.

She was lustful, but never sentimental.

This woman, embodying beauty, wealth, wisdom, courage, and lust, would forever be the dream of young girls.

Until the Duchess embraced the indigo phantom once more.

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The Duchess had supported the royal family and repelled foreign invaders during national turmoil, earning her a fiefdom and soaring fame. Coupled with her beauty and lust, nobles and commoners alike, men and women alike, were all driven mad by her.

Perhaps due to the vices of years of warfare, the first thing she did upon arriving in her fiefdom was to rape the beautiful women within its borders.

Most of the time, she only needed to display her stunning beauty and figure, and pretty village girls would lift their skirts for her. When encountering seemingly reserved upper-class ladies, she would have to buy their virginity with romance or jewels.

Despite her lustful nature, the people did not dislike her at all.

The reason was simple: the Duchess ensured that everyone had a place to live and enough to eat.

So even within this territory, she could rape women anytime, anywhere, in front of their husbands or children, and force all virgins to offer their first night, yet no one complained.

Because she was their beloved Duchess.

However, this perfect, unassailable Duchess changed on an ordinary day.

It was after she had raped most of the women in the territory, lying amidst a pile of women, embracing their overflowing warmth, that she had a lewd dream.

She always felt energetic, whether in the reality of universal admiration or in the dream world she controlled at will.

But this dream of the indigo sky was beyond her control.

So she embarked on a small adventure in the dream.

The Duchess, carrying a longsword, was completely naked.

Her abundant armpit hair exuded a sweaty stench, and her red pubic hair emitted the fishy smell of semen.

Between the dark foreskin and dark areolas, her beautiful, erect genitals stood proudly. The penis, along with her firm, large breasts, swayed alluringly with every step.

She walked languidly under the indigo night sky until she spotted the first figure in the desolate village.

The duchess's penis trembled against the girl's back, clear fluid slowly dripping from it.

But just as she was about to quietly embrace the girl, the girl silently turned to look at her.

Indigo hair and indigo eyes—a beauty the duchess had never seen before.

The duchess was speechless with amazement at the girl.

Her body trembled.

This body, which had defiled countless women, trembled uncontrollably because of the girl before her.

At that moment, the duchess understood what she wanted to take from the indigo-haired girl.

She also understood what she wanted to take from women.

The indigo-haired girl's expression contorted; her once gentle and ethereal beauty became a grotesque, contorted face.

Her snow-white neck was now entwined with something foreign that didn't belong to that pure skin.

The duchess's eyes darted about, only her hands firmly and roughly gripping the girl's neck.

The girl's fists weakly struck her head, her legs kicked at her genitals and stomach, and in these futile and fierce resistances, the girl's face gradually turned purple and blue.

The tightness felt in her palms, combined with the slight reproach inflicted on her body, made the duchess's face contort, and her genitals swelled even more passionately.

The girl let out a broken, strange sound from her throat, the liquid overflowing from her lips was white as semen, and her beautiful indigo eyes almost rolled back completely.

Suddenly, her trembling penis was doused with some warm liquid. But she did not bow her head, for she did not want to waste a single second of the indigo-haired girl's death.

Hot tears streamed from the girl's eyes, snot and saliva mingled and splashed onto the duchess's wrist. A faint fragrance wafted from her flat breasts, and delicious colostrum splattered from her pink nipples. Pale yellow, crystal-clear urine and muddy feces gushed out like a burst dam.

She watched as the girl's face turned bluish-black, and only when the girl was about to breathe her last did she exert her last bit of strength and break the girl's neck.

The girl's head drooped and her limbs flailing wildly, only excrement and urine still gushing out.

The duchess's penis, merely spurting hot liquid... at that very moment, excitedly ejaculated a large amount of semen.

She closed her eyes, feeling the touch and warmth of her palm. Incredibly, her ejaculation was longer and more pleasurable than usual.

As the pleasure subsided, she reluctantly intended to take one last look at the dead girl, but when she opened her eyes, she found the surroundings completely different; even the girl she had been tightly gripping and holding high was gone.

The duchess anxiously looked around, then tripped and fell a flight of stairs onto the soft, simple bed. Through her slightly dizzy vision, a pair of watery indigo eyes appeared at the edge of her vision.

The indigo-haired girl, who should have been strangled, now displayed a gentle smile and climbed onto the duchess's stunned body. She slowly smeared the duchess's penis with semen from head to toe, then smiled at the duchess before inserting it into her slippery vagina.

The duchess gazed at the girl who was actively arching her back. Her face was beautiful and dignified, her breasts flat yet with plump nipples, and her genitals, spotless and free of any excrement or urine, were exceptionally beautiful.

She looked at this perfect girl, caressed this perfect girl, and finally… she strangled this perfect girl again. She

couldn't remember when the murderous intent had surged within her. She only knew that when she came to her senses, the girl had transformed into the familiar and beloved ugly form, her body releasing sweet, lewd fluids, and then a low "crack" sound came from her neck.

The indigo-haired girl's unbalanced corpse crashed into the duchess's sweat-drenched chest, causing the uncontrollable penis in front of the uterus to frantically ejaculate hot semen.

After the duchess finished ejaculating, the scene changed again. As for the indigo-haired girl who had died twice, she was reborn in various forms and approached the duchess.

She raped and murdered a girl dressed as a peasant by the lotus pond.

She raped and murdered a girl disguised as a mare in the castle stable.

She raped and murdered a drunken prostitute in a deserted alley.

She raped and murdered a homeless girl in the indigo cemetery.

The indigo-haired girl appeared faster and faster, and the Duchess was forced to strangle her faster as well, each climax bringing unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction.

The Duchess gained an unprecedented sense of fulfillment in her dreams of constantly raping the indigo-haired girl.

When the indigo dream shattered with the first rays of dawn, the Duchess returned to a reality where she was weak and almost dying.

Her girls were still deep in their erotic dreams, and no one noticed that the Duchess's penis had been ejaculating again and again in the dream, all night long, now black and swollen, oozing semen and hanging on her testicles.

After the indigo dream, the Duchess had to rest.

She no longer raped girls who offered themselves to her.

She could no longer dream of the indigo-haired girl. 　　Since the seventh body was removed from the castle, no one has been willing to sign a contract to enter the city. This greatly angered the Duchess, who was recovering from a serious illness and whose libido was abnormally high

.

To return to the indigo-haired girl in her dreams, she began to emulate the girl's sacrifices. She raped and murdered her subjects, servants, and even her sisters.

But these women, whether it was the feeling of their clenched hands, the sound of their snapping, or the way they released foul-smelling fluids before and after death, were all so different from the indigo-haired girl.

Even after she raped and murdered seven more girls in the same manner, she could not fill the emptiness in her heart.

So she imprisoned all the maids and female soldiers in the castle, dyed their hair indigo, and used special oils to color their eyes, transforming the women into indigo-haired and indigo-eyed beings.

However, this operation did not go smoothly. Whether it was a problem with the fabric or individual physical factors, at least 40% of the women went blind or went into shock during the eye-coloring process. This greatly displeased the duchess.

Despite this, she still had sixty indigo-haired female slaves serving her in a secret room beneath the castle.

When she went out to inspect her territory, she found that simply raping women no longer aroused her; sometimes she even had difficulty getting an erection.

Only in the basement, filled with the stench of indigo dye, would her penis tremble restlessly.

No matter how unworthy these women were, she had reached her limit.

She began to rape and kill her female slaves.

The duchess set up various torture instruments in the basement because she could no longer obtain the pleasure of continuous ejaculation by strangling female slaves.

The female slaves sent to the basement that day were fed well for the first two days, and their excretions were monitored by the duchess's confidants.

To ensure that the moment of the female slaves' execution was the most dazzling and radiant, they had to accumulate two or three days' worth of feces. If they really couldn't hold it in, they could only wear specially made anal plugs and seal their anuses tightly with adhesive. The urine part was much simpler. The duchess's confidants would keep honey water in the basement, and as soon as the female slaves urinated, they would be given large amounts of honey water to promote urination.

Every day, the duchess had to rape and kill several female slaves. To ensure she was never short of anyone, her trusted confidants would always have ten slaves on standby.

On the first day, she would wield a mace and a wooden club, smashing the limbs of the slaves hanging upside down. She would then lie on top of them, raping their mangled, bloodied genitals and biting their flesh.

On the second day, the slaves would ride on wooden horses fitted with wooden phalluses, offering their anuses one by one, ready to defecate. She would attach a spiked iron sheath to the phallus, straddle the horse, and stab the slaves in the anuses, ravaging their bodies before they died.

On the third day, the bravest and most stubborn slaves were chosen. They were locked together, and one at a time, they would be led to the guillotine. The duchess would first rape them, then control the axe to intimidate them, enjoying their horrified, soiled state, their faces smeared with feces and urine. When the duchess grew tired of them, she would behead them in front of everyone.

On the fourth day, her confidantes summoned male artisans from the army to prepare for the branding that night. However, the Duchess possessed an unusual obsession with lust. After diligently learning the techniques from the artisans, she and her confidantes killed one of them with a single sword stroke. Regardless, her tortures could only involve women. That night, the female slaves were branded with various marks. Each brand, accompanied by hot smoke and screams, was followed by the Duchess raping the slave. She melted the slaves' mouths, breasts, and genitals, burned their navels, and finally raped their melting wombs in the intense heat. On the fifth

day, the preparations for the female slaves were delayed. Enraged, the Duchess executed her confidante, her own sister who was in charge of the matter. She imprisoned her sister in an upright iron coffin, the other side of which was a lid studded with sharp spikes. A small hole was made in the buttocks of the executed woman so the Duchess could rape her anus. She raped her sister, who shared her blood, and ordered the coffin lid to be closed. The condemned screamed in agony, but did not die immediately. The duchess ordered the coffin lid opened, the spikes that had initially been misaligned were repositioned, and then it was closed again. This was repeated four times. Afterward, a long section of intestine was pulled out of the duchess's penis, feces and blood flowing everywhere.

On the sixth day, all the rapes took place on the execution platform. Even before the day began, some of the female slaves had collapsed from fear. These slaves had been given large doses of hallucinogens before going up to the platform, and their genitals were coated with lethal aphrodisiacs. The slaves performed oral sex on the duchess decoratively, standing on the platform with cold, thick ropes around their necks. The duchess raped the slaves about to be executed, and beat their beautiful faces. She beat the slaves until they were bruised and swollen, and forced the drugged, insane slaves to eat the excrement and urine of their companions. Then she thrust into the slave girl's vagina from the front, embracing her with her entire body, locking the wailing, begging slave girl tightly in a nearly suffocating grip. The crucial moment came when her confidant kicked away the table the slave girl occupied and opened the mechanism. The duchess reveled in the intense spasms of the slave girl's vagina as she rapidly died. The slave girl splashed any fluids that could flow onto her body, her tightly clenched vagina finally tasting semen after her master's death.

On the seventh day, the last batch of slave girls went mad. The duchess used pliers to cut the flesh on their shoulders and then suspended them with rusty iron hooks. Based on the slave girls' reactions, she decided whether to pour salt water, chili sauce, or do nothing. She kept the three slave girls with the best skin, leaving the rest to lie face down on specially made iron devices, their rotting backs exposed. She watched as the slave girls screamed in madness, one by one, having their anuses penetrated, constantly adding wounds to their backs and the backs of their limbs along the way. After their backs were thoroughly violated, the process was repeated on the other side. One female slave died from blood loss when her breasts were cut off, while the rest continued to wail. Once the duchess had had her fill of their vaginas and anuses, she had a large, round iron bowl brought in, filled with chili sauce and salt, and then threw the female slaves into the bowl one by one, watching them struggle and die in agony. As for the three unfavored female slaves, the duchess personally skinned them. From their faces and bodies to their limbs, the female slaves' skins were removed almost perfectly. The duchess made some minor repairs to their skins, then stained them with blood and bits of flesh, and had them tightly covered with the skins. The skinned female slaves were thrown into the iron bowl, and the duchess jumped in as well, raping the agonizingly suffering female slaves. This day's torture lasted the longest, and the duchess ejaculated a great deal of semen, making it arguably the most perfect night.

But... even with the intense physical fulfillment, the emptiness deep within the duchess's heart remained.

Indeed, only the indigo-haired girl from her dreams could fill that void.

To return to the dream she sought every night, she needed more indigo-haired women.

The duchess dispatched her army to village after village, forcibly bringing back women who refused to enter the city and were killed. Though her people loved her past self, things were different now, and villages rose in rebellion.

To suppress the rebellion, the enraged and hungry duchess personally led her army, relentlessly burning, killing, and plundering her own people.

In each village, she slaughtered all the men, gathering the women together. She personally selected prisoners, leaving the rest for her army to rape and torture.

She dyed the hair and eyes of the prisoners and tortured people indigo, plunging herself into a vortex of indigo madness.

The indigo-haired duchess opened the gates of the abyss, leaving mountains of corpses in her wake.

§

The duchess stood with her sword drawn.

Embracing her cold body was neither the first snow nor the sudden rain, but the dazzling sun.

Everyone else was drenched in sweat, so why was she the only one feeling the cold?

She channeled that chill into her crazed gaze, piercingly aiming at a female gunner approaching her.

The morning breeze blew across the sharp spearhead, carrying the metallic stench that pierced her abdomen. In that instant, she felt only pain and cold.

Her hands trembled.

Her throat felt like it was being choked by thick blood.

She desperately wanted to breathe.

She gasped for air.

She gasped for breath.

Ignoring the spear piercing her abdomen, the duchess coldly took a large step forward, her raised sword slicing through the female lancer's upper lip in an instant, splitting her head and helmet in two.

The sight of brains and eyeballs bursting forth caused the duchess's semi-erect penis to ejaculate its last drop of semen.

Before the semen even reached the female lancer's genitals, a roar of shouts erupted. Then, countless spears pierced the duchess's body from all directions.

She could no longer lift her sword, and could only stand there with great difficulty.

She listened to the agonizing screams of her ruptured organs, the excruciating pain throughout her body bringing an impulse to die.

Yet, amidst these near-death experiences, she sensed something different from herself.

The duchess's vision suddenly went dark.

Suddenly, the soldiers who had attacked her vanished, and her wounds disappeared as well, leaving only the longsword that had fought alongside her on the battlefield.

Besides, the armor she wore during her trial, along with the magnificent clothes she wore while raping women, all dissipated into smoke.

Her thick armpit hair didn't fall out unsightly; instead, a strong stench of sweat continued to emanate from her armpits. Her pubic

hair, like a red forest, was always filled with a fishy smell—a stench that could drive any woman mad.

Her dark areolas and foreskin proudly embraced her enormous breasts and erect penis.

With each step the duchess took, her beautiful breasts sprayed milk, her strong penis ejaculated hot urine mixed with semen, and her loose anus gushed out streams of golden feces.

She walked under the indigo night until she spotted the first figure in the desolate village.

The duchess's penis trembled against the girl's back, clear fluid slowly flowing out.

The girl silently turned to look at her.

Her long indigo hair and indigo eyes, carrying a warm spring breath, smiled at the duchess.

The duchess collapsed into the arms of the indigo-haired girl, peacefully closing her eyes.

Episode Seven: End.

One, three, four, and twenty-eight.6 are the characteristics of this little girl; her often indifferent expression on her youthful face is her defining feature.

Though unaware of it, she occasionally manages a bright smile.

For example, when Elsa, engrossed in mending clothes, is startled by Kopolin's "Ah!" and screams.

Or when she returns to the forest where she grew up, vying for her grandmother's affection with Charlotte and Pepe. "

If you can keep smiling, you won't be afraid even if the big bad wolf appears"—this is what her grandmother, who put the red hood on her and gave her the cute bunny doll, said, and her beautiful lips unconsciously curl into a smile.

§Although

they are only a few, insignificant little episodes, seemingly trivial in the story, she still recalls them with relish.

Dawn is a gentle little adult; when she clumsily pricks herself on the spindle, she anxiously calls for her maid, comforting her while worrying about her.

Compared to her older sister, Sunshine is more of a cute type of child. Although this little rascal often breaks things and hurts herself in the process, thanks to her, the house is much more lively.

Are they doing well now? Do they miss home so much that they hide and cry secretly at night? Or have they already taken on their responsibilities and are preparing to be careless mothers like me?

In any case, I really hope that my daughters who have married far away can come back to visit me occasionally.

§

When talking about the impression people have of her, they say that she has porcelain-like skin, a beautiful and delicate face, and a striking fitted red dress.

Whenever the convent girls perform a dance, the townspeople always gather on the green slope outside the convent to enjoy the girls' dancing skills together.

Whether it is a girl with only one leg, a one-eyed girl, or a girl with a hoarse voice, the vitality they show is in no way inferior to their able-bodied peers.

As for the girl who dances into the arena in a red dress and red high heels, biting a rose, she brings the audience's interest to its highest point.

The girl, wearing her favorite red shoes, danced her favorite steps, a happy smile on her face.

The

girl had a kind mother, and the two lived together in a small village.

The mother worked many jobs to provide her daughter with the best food and things.

Because the girl was too young, she would sneak into her mother's workplace on days when she didn't have to attend classes at the convent, to see if there was anything she could do to help.

The mother and daughter's mutual support touched the local villagers, and everyone took good care of them.

However, more than the vegetables and fruits given by her uncles and aunts, what made the girl happiest was being able to live like this with her beloved mother.

§

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

"It is you, beautiful Snow White."

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, and who loves the fairest of them all?"

"It is...me, it is me. Hmm, let's try again. It is me, the second fairest, Princess Purple!"

"You're shy! Princess Purple is shy! Oh! It's all because you're so cute, I'm going to eat you up! Haaaah—!"

§

This woman, who embodies beauty, wealth, wisdom, courage, and lust, will forever be the dream of young girls.

She possesses achievements that legendary tales cannot match, a heart that cares for the people more than anyone else, and unparalleled beauty and romance.

Of course, the Duchess, who was once one of the young girls, also has an object of her affection that would make her blush for eight lifetimes if it were mentioned.

Fortunately, the person she longs for only exists in a mysterious place known only to her, so she doesn't have to worry about some stinky girl suddenly running up and stealing her object of affection.

The young girl embraced the indigo-haired girl, and finally, as she grew up, understood her feelings for her.

§

—It was neither hatred nor love.

Once these two extreme emotions are discarded, the only reason that can be rationalized is simple malice.

But this is at best an explanation people arbitrarily impose upon themselves.

It's just a form of comfort.

Telling themselves, telling others, that the world isn't as cruel or evil as they imagine.

They need solace, they need redemption, so they create malice like this, simple malice.

It's understandable about these things.

Even though it's understandable… the mouth just won't stop.

Malice?

No.

It's just something all living beings are born with.

In human terms, it's…

§

Her legs were firmly planted, and only her strong right arm struck the target with unerring accuracy, yet why was there no splatter of slime or blood before her eyes? Why did her gaze wander involuntarily?

The red-haired nun pondered this question, her eyes scanning the area to the point where she could even glimpse her companion leaning against the wall.

When her clever mind finally cleared, what met her eyes was a lump of excessively red intestines.

Through the gaps between the blood and organs, she saw her own legs. Her long black dress, torn in two, had fallen away; the black lace garter belt bestowed upon her by the prophet was still beautiful, but the swollen crotch marred her proud genitals.

Watery feces gushed from between her underwear and thighs, like yellowish-brown mud after a spring rain. Around the slowly flowing feces, beautiful golden urine was scattered haphazardly.

—How shameful. Now, inside and out, she'd become a living textbook for her sisters…

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

The orange-haired nun could only instinctively, desperately, focus on her sister's severed torso.

Fleshy intestines spilled out from the jumbled rift like a slap on a fireplace. Somehow, the sight reminded her of the two-tiered pool in the courtyard.

Except, instead of clear water, thick blood flowed from the pool.

She groaned frantically, her eyes glued to the fountain called her sister. Her legs trembled violently, yet she couldn't move an inch, only able to push and clench her prolapsed uterus with her left hand.

The prophet's semen dripped onto the reddish-brown ground… and then everything went black.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."

Until one minute and fifteen seconds ago, what the blonde nun hated most was the orange-haired bitch flirting with her.

Her clients always loved her firm and beautiful breasts. The slightest touch would cause milky white sweet liquid to flow out. Squeezing them hard would

cause unrestrained milk to spray all over the ground. Whether those breasts were blatantly provoking her in front of her or obediently bound under her robes, the orange-haired slut's milk would always spray out unscrupulously in front of her.

However, she never thought that the slut she cursed every day would be so beautiful in the moment before her death that she would give up resisting.

As the indigo-blue flesh mass crushed the bitch's head and then attacked her, she stopped her tears.

Before the impending unknown fear and trembling, a burning heat rose in her chest and private parts.

"No, no! Sister! Sister's dead! Sister's dead! Sister's dead! Ahhhhh!"

The blue-haired nun's trembling legs could no longer support her swaying, retreating body.

Putrid liquid splattered onto her face, which was streaked with tears, snot, and saliva, yet her eyes, desperately fixed on the scene before her, saw only another color gracefully dancing in the air.

Her sister's head was being held in the mouth of a massive, indigo-blue mass of flesh, pink blood gushing from between the mass and her shoulders. And at that moment, her sister's breasts, which proudly strained against her nun's habit, also gushed forth copious amounts of milk.

Witnessing this scene, she felt nothing but overwhelming fear; she felt no other emotion.

She slumped onto the floor strewn with broken glass, letting the milk, urine, and feces flow freely.

"Heh, heh heh heh heh, uh heh heh heh heh..."

Not all armed nuns would rather let direct, swift, and excruciating terror assault their bodies, and then, like their sisters, fear death.

For example, there was the blue-haired nun whose slender neck was tightly constricted by a mass of flesh, while her hands caressed the inside of her black robes with even greater intensity.

She rubbed her nipples, which were frequently leaking milk, with her fingertips, while her other hand repeatedly slapped her clitoris and drooping uterus.

The pressure on her neck increased dramatically, and the pleasure seemed to explode rapidly along with it.

Just as she felt an unprecedented climax about to arrive, the mass of flesh suddenly tightened, and the blue-haired nun's contorted face, along with her bloodshot eyes, rolled to the ground.

"Who...who will...save...me...who, who will save me...save me...no, no! Save me! Save...

save

me 　　, 　　save

... 　　Knowing it was nothing but a death throes, knowing she was beyond saving, 　　even though she understood… her body just wouldn't stop. 　　The purple-haired nun finally realized that this world wasn't as evil as the prophet had taught her. This world didn't possess pure malice. 　　She herself, like a tumbling tube, her sisters retreating in fear, the mass of flesh spraying acid and tubes… whoever it was, was simply exercising their only— 　　　　" 　　—instinct!" The devastating news of the annihilation 　　　　of 　　the armed nun squad, along with the rushing tentacles, ripped a large hole in the gatekeeper's smooth abdomen. However, the tentacle piercing through the abdomen quickly trembled violently before writhing wildly back into the darkness, its half-destroyed tip protruding. The 　　red-hearted nun stared blankly at her protruding intestines. A wave of intense dizziness and excruciating pain washed over her, and she slowly collapsed against the door. 　　A black patent leather high heel landed on the nun's motionless palm, a few drops of warm, yellowish liquid falling onto the heel and palm. 　　Between her pale, slender legs, a thin, worm-like penis swayed, sometimes pulsating and oozing fluid, sometimes coiling in a spiral. 　　Beneath her gleaming black leather vest, unusually plump breasts and nipples were exposed, the breasts moist and shiny, the nipples large and erect. 　　She proudly bent her arm, hooking her fingers beneath the black patent leather vest; the pipe had barely left her lips when black smoke billowed out. 　　As the black smoke spread into the darkness, her gaunt, sickly face emerged from the smoke. 　　The phoenix-eyed prophet's beautiful lips parted slightly, lightly biting the black smoke as she approached the indigo-blue mass of flesh. In an instant, dozens of faces bulged from the fleshy walls blocking the passage, shrieking and howling at the phoenix-eyed prophet. 　　" 　　I...I...I...we...we...we 　　... 　　kill 　　...

Just as the horrifying chorus was about to reach its climax—the nun leading the chorus was suddenly pierced through by something.

The phoenix-eyed prophet's legs were spread wide and pressed against the fleshy walls, the spiraling penis almost completely submerged within the mass of flesh.

Seeing the chorus of flesh abruptly stop, the prophet's face contorted into a grotesque laugh. Then she gripped the mass of flesh with both hands, her alluring waist swaying wildly.

"Hahahaha! I fucking raped your sister! I fucking raped your relatives! So of course I fucking fucking fucked your womb too! Hahahahaha!"

The slender penis slithered cunningly between the masses of flesh like a venomous snake until it sank into an abnormally hot mass of flesh.

"Oh! Found you! Found you! Abyss sister, I'm going to fuck you to pieces now! Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Fuck you? Hahahaha!"

The prophet thrust his penis, constantly dripping with semen, forcefully into the core of the flesh, then rapidly moved his lower body.

Each time the penis within the flesh stretched open the narrow crevice and struck the scorching uterine wall, thick, gelatinous semen was left behind. The prophet's semen burned the indigo uterus, 　　eliciting a chorus of mournful cries.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahh ... 　　"Hahahaha! How do you feel now, you slut! Hot? Hot? How's it going? Scream for me! You sow! You sow of the abyss!" 　　The 　　prophet, his face flushed crimson with rage, pushed hard 　　, his entire body sinking into the fleshy mass, accompanied by a 　　wave of heat. His penis, which had 　　previously only been able to 　　twitch, now crammed into the putrid uterus like 　　a coiled venomous snake. "Ooh o ... 　　The gelatinous semen sprayed everywhere from the bursting uterus. The phoenix-eyed prophet, bathed in the white, fishy rain, gasped for breath, still lingering in the afterglow. 　　Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted from the depths of the monastery corridor. 　　The disheveled prophet bent one leg and sat up, biting his pipe as he awaited the silently approaching scent. 　　"Oh, this is truly..." 　　Indigo-haired nuns, clad in tattered habit, emerged in groups, swaying from the darkness. 　　"Disrespectful, huh?" 　　Another clear voice quietly broke through the viscous fluid. 　　The phoenix-eyed prophet glanced at the fleshy, spiraling penis dangling beside him, then stood up. 　　Just as the zombie-like nuns drew closer with their groans, the phoenix-eyed prophet's round buttocks were slapped hard. 　　The woman who had been pinching her buttocks chuckled slyly, then reached out a slender arm from behind and fondled her smooth breasts, saying, 　　"Trying to enjoy this secretly again? That won't do." 　　"What do you mean, 'again'..." 　　"Alright, alright. Anyway, fun things should be shared, that's what a good little sister does." 　　As she spoke, the woman leaned her neck against the Phoenix-Eyed Prophet's right shoulder, licking the sticky fluid from her chin, her fingers vigorously kneading her nipples. 　　The Phoenix-Eyed Prophet anxiously watched her sister playing with her, but unexpectedly, her second sister also moved closer, her expression fiery, as if she wouldn't stop until she was thoroughly toyed with. 　　"You... Ugh!" 　　Before she could even get angry, her whole body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. Her phoenix eyes widened, but she could only meet the familiar, bright purple eyeshadow. 　　The red-eyed prophet, while fondling her sister's large, sagging breasts, slid her spiraling penis along her perineum, penetrating her vulva, vagina, and even her sister's burning uterus in one go. 　　The purple-eyed prophet, with her face painted with seductive eyeshadow, pressed it in front of her sister, staring at her dazed sister through the two holes where her eyeballs had disappeared, her penis coiling around her sister's slender penis like a snake, rubbing tightly. 　　The phoenix-eyed prophet, whose uterus and penis were being violated by her sisters at the same time, could only let the ever-increasing pleasure make her body convulse violently. 　　Her milk sprayed out uncontrollably, and the intertwined penises continued to ejaculate. Her uterus, filled with her sisters' semen, contracted with all its might, unwilling to let a single drop of gelatinous semen escape. 　　The indigo-haired nuns, like zombies, moved extremely slowly, but finally arrived in front of the three sisters just as the phoenix-eyed prophet was enjoying her orgasm. 　　Although her consciousness was being tossed about by wave after wave of orgasms, she still became aware of it. 　　The abyss was approaching, death was approaching. 　　Even though she knew perfectly well... her body just wouldn't stop. 　　Her "instinct" was slowly extinguished in the endless, intense climax. 　　"See? It's still the same." 　　The red-eyed prophet's cheeks began to crack, her dark red lips splitting open with thick, black blood, bursting through her nose and forehead, and shattering her bright red chin. 　　The prophet... the indigo prophet opened her gaping, crunching maw, then forcefully bit down on the phoenix-eyed prophet's right shoulder. 　　The phoenix-eyed prophet fainted instantly. 　　Then, she awoke from the excessive climax. 　　The indigo-haired nuns, one by one, split open blood-red mouths, their gums filled with sharp needles and shards of glass, and they grabbed the prophet's limbs and bit down hard. 　　She wanted to scream, but her blood-stained lips were kissed by the purple-haired prophet—no, by the abyss sister she thought she had easily destroyed. 　　Thick, sticky lips sealed off all wails in her throat, their temperature rapidly rising. The phoenix-eyed prophet's mouth boiled with a strange, gurgling sound before being assimilated by the indigo-blue mass of flesh. 　　She felt… or rather, she “remembered.” 　　Her eyes were wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. 　　Thin, tubular objects were inserted into her facial features and rotting limbs. 　　Her body was torn and stitched up in various places, rusty wires and nails strung between her muscles. Her 　　deformed, earthy-green breasts were intertwined in a spiral, the elongated, knotted nipples hanging in mid-air. Her rotting navel was covered 　　with flesh-colored tubular objects of varying sizes, and her earthy-green skin was riddled with black holes like a coral reef. From her 　　lower abdomen, where the clitoris and muscles had been removed, numerous penises the size of arms sprouted densely, pustules visible everywhere on the thin foreskin. The uterus, 　　pulled out of the vagina, formed a dozen or so tubular structures, each foul-smelling cervix filled with pus, swallowing the penises and constantly sucking out beige, sour-smelling semen. 　　The semen and pus flowing out of the uterus mix into several tubes in the anus, where they are stirred with feces and then transported to the head through tubular structures. The waste is then injected into the five senses to continue the cycle.

Tubular structures, replacing most organs, function, allowing the host to savor their own taste before digesting waste and simultaneously generating energy and pleasure.

They erode and replace the host's neural network, transmitting the host's most craving desires based on information released unconsciously.

Incredibly, among the many sensations they can produce, sexual desire is not the most frequently used.

Rather than indulging in the two most basic pleasures of sex and appetite, humans choose pain.

Stabbed, beaten with blunt objects, skinned, burned, or frostbitten.

This is the instinct remaining in the host, who is left with only consciousness. An

endless masochistic desire .

§Host

ID: 206.

Identification Name: Phoenix Eye.

Command Transmission: Muscle dissolution at c3-7, 9-11, 17-20, 25-26

. Fractures at c9 and c18.

Reduce penile pleasure to level two.

Increase pain sensitivity to level four.

Muscle dissolution at b1-6.

Facial disfigurement.

Near-death warning.

High-level pleasure command review: passed.

Penile pleasure increased to level six.

Second life support system malfunctioned; third system will be used with increased medication…

Final Chapter: Night Dawn.

In a hazy state, I was suddenly startled by something, waking with lingering terror.

My body felt like it had just finished a long run; I clutched my chest, gasping for breath. Beads of sweat on my forehead were large, stinging my hands.

What had startled me awake…? I just felt like I had a terrifying nightmare.

But trying to recall, I couldn't remember what it was.

Once my breathing calmed down, I took three deep breaths, and the terrible feeling gradually dissipated.

In its place was a body odor I had never smelled before.

Sometimes more fragrant than flowers, sometimes sweeter than fruit.

Sometimes more pungent than burning, sometimes more foul than filth.

Even I thought it was an exaggerated smell.

I took a sip of the mineral water by the bed, unhooked my damp bra, and then snuggled back into the covers, embracing the woman with that wonderful scent.

Her body was so soft and warm. She was a bit tall, but incredibly capable and gentle.

However, what impressed me most... was her... manhood.

I had been divorced from my ex-husband for five years. From the day I finally conceived again after two miscarriages, that man abandoned me. Since then, I've felt both fear and longing towards men.

Raising my daughter alone, wanting her to have a clean life, I've rarely had sex, let alone masturbated.

So, when I went to the bookstore to pick out picture books for my daughter, I was quickly drawn to the beautiful saleswoman with a swollen crotch.

She had a great figure and was young, not like a fashionable girl who frequents bookstores. We barely made eye contact before she effortlessly guessed my thoughts.

She guessed my ugly desire to be conquered.

So she seduced me, unzipped her jeans, and masturbated in front of me from a blind spot.

She ejaculated into her palm and licked the semen with a dazed expression.

What? Such a beautiful girl, yet she has such a delicious-looking penis… What a pervert.

I hesitated for a long time, my underwear was soaked, and I still hesitated.

In the end, she lured me into a dusty warehouse and raped me.

She whispered a lot of lewd things in my ear, didn't wear a condom, and raped me with her penis still covered in semen.

Our genitals seemed to be a perfect match, fitting tightly inside and out. Every thrust was a perfect union.

She made me feel so good for the first time in more than five years that I was completely lost in pleasure, not even noticing that she secretly ejaculated a few times.

When I finally released completely in her arms, my vagina was full of semen.

I was held by her, listening to her repeating lewd words like a brainwashing, letting her continue to fuck me.

But... no matter how many times I was ejaculated on, no matter how deep I was penetrated, no matter how long I was raped, my body only became more and more thirsty.

Later, I waited for her to get off work at the store, drove her to pick up my baby, and then the three of us went home together.

My baby was very happy to have an older sister who could make her laugh, laughing and playing in my arms, completely unaware that the older sister's hand was fiddling with my buttocks.

While having dinner and watching cartoons with my baby, her older sister played along with the cartoons while stuffing food into my private parts and stirring it with a vibrator.

When it was time for bath time, since my baby specifically asked the older sister to bathe her, I had no choice but to sit next to her and play with toys, looking at the penis pressed against my baby's buttocks...

I finally waited until my baby fell asleep, and her usually cheerful older sister instantly turned into a lewd and depraved woman.

She raped me next to my sleeping baby.

She put a collar on me and took me to the balcony with the lights on to violate me.

She took out a bunch of toys she'd never seen before from her bag, tied me up, and then took turns raping me with them.

While being raped by this girl with a penis… my empty heart was slowly being filled.

The girl was right.

I am a bitch.

I am a sow.

So I need a master like her.

…Thinking of those lewd sex games before bed, my body started to heat up again.

My heart pounding, I crawled between the girl's thighs and, without thinking, began to give her a blowjob. Although just giving her phimotic penis a blowjob was enough to make my burning body climax, it still felt too monotonous.

Rather than secretly masturbating, being thoroughly ravaged by my master before reaching orgasm was definitely more in line with a bitch's expectations.

I am a docile little bitch, so I didn't secretly orgasm while my master was asleep.

I climbed onto my master, kissed her deep, sleeping, pale face, and obediently returned to my seat.

"Be patient, be patient..."

I told myself, finally seeing my child again, as I turned on the bedside lamp and opened the picture book I'd bought today to try and distract myself.

But even looking at this storybook my child loved, I still couldn't concentrate.

The indigo cover always reminded me of my indigo-haired owner sleeping soundly beside me.

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