[Abyss of Despair - Desperate and Seductive Discipline] [Author: Tax Case]

Author: Tax Case
Word Count: 13346

City A, District.
"This is Ivy. Routine patrol, all normal. End of report."
Putting down the walkie-talkie, Ivy, this usually stern girl,
finally showed a hint of happiness in her lively little mouth.
"It's been so long since any monsters invaded. I wish these peaceful days could continue forever."
Wearing a black bodysuit with contrasting white and blue stockings that clung to her slender waist and well-developed C-
cup breasts, Ivy, one of the world's heroines, was now just a cute little girl with a few
unrealistic ideas. Under the sunlight, a cascade of azure hair flowed in the wind,
and a hint of joy flickered in her calm, ocean-like azure eyes. Ivy lifted her long, slender legs and
continued her patrol with light, cheerful steps.
However, an anomaly soon occurred.
"Hiss—"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh…"
A strange, muffled gas leak sound, accompanied by a woman's cry for help, shattered the tranquility of the street.
Ivy's expression instantly turned serious. She ran and jumped, arriving at the source of the sound in just a few minutes.
It was a strange person completely covered in a black trench coat and black protective gear, wearing a gas mask. Their entire body
was thickly wrapped and covered, making it impossible to see what was inside. From inside the strange person's gas mask, a dark tube was
extending , connecting to the transparent mask of a pink-haired girl in front of them. Even with a casual glance,
one could still see the girl's slender figure, which, combined with her tied-up bun, made her look exceptionally cute and charming.
However, this adorable girl's hands and feet were bound by a sticky, spider-web-like substance, and her transparent face
mask was also stuck with the same spider-web-like material. Visibly, countless suspicious pink gases were spewing from it. The
struggling girl initially cried out, waving her weak pink fists at the monster's hard body,
only to be met with the monster's merciless hissing laughter. But after inhaling the suspicious gas, the girl's pupils gradually contracted and rolled upwards due to
pleasure , her face flushed, and tears—whether from pain or pleasure—constantly streamed from the corners of her eyes
. Her legs trembled weakly, and streams of clear fluid flowed from below, as if she had been directly brought to
orgasm .
"Damn it, is it an aphrodisiac? I'll have to be more careful."
Thinking this, Ivy leaped out from a corner where she had been hiding and launched a sneak attack on the monster. With
a powerful kick from behind, her most prized martial arts skills only managed to send it staggering a few steps. This
monster was surprisingly sturdy. Ivy picked up the unconscious pink-haired girl, quickly untied her restraints, and
removed her mask. As she removed it, Ivy inevitably inhaled some of the pink gas seeping from it.
Even just a tiny bit of this suspicious gas slowed her movements slightly.
"A paralyzing gas? I'll have to be careful with this."
Thinking about how to deal with the monster, Ivy jumped the girl a distance away and put her down, then quickly returned to fight
the monster.
"Who are you? What's your purpose? Why did you attack that girl?"
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
There was no response. The gas monster simply turned around slowly and walked towards Ivy.
Ivy raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She hadn't stopped her sneak attack just now, yet this monster had only staggered
a couple of times and was still able to continue fighting as if nothing had happened. This showed just how thick its armor was.
Fortunately, it was really slow.
"Like a turtle, you bastard."
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
The monster still didn't answer. It seemed that it was not someone to talk to, and she could only fight it. Ivy
sighed and suddenly rushed forward, first throwing a probing jab. The continuous jabs that could easily shatter concrete walls
had no effect. Apart from a few crisp, hollow sounds, there was nothing. After being hit several times, the monster
slowly reached out to grab Ivy, but Ivy easily dodged. Sensing that ordinary moves were ineffective, Ivy
circled behind the enemy, squatted down, and charged up.
"Eight Extremes - Iron Mountain Lean!"
Ivy's signature move, this area-of-effect technique, directly targeted the most vulnerable part of the body—the brainstem. Even the
turtle-shell monster collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of smoke. Reluctant to let it go, but wanting a swift victory, Ivy still
chose this method. Before her guilt had even subsided, the fallen monster
emerged from the smoke like the Grim Reaper.
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
The monster charged again, but its speed was noticeably slower. Sensing the effect of her attack,
Ivy repeated her tactic, relentlessly unleashing her signature move on the thick-skinned monster. An hour later,
as Ivy, panting heavily, prepared to deliver the final blow to the seemingly defeated monster, she was
suddenly grabbed tightly and unable to move.
"For you, sir... hehehe..."
It was the pink-haired woman from before, but strangely, she wore a bizarre, vacant smile, her face flushed,
as if she had taken some strange drug. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she clung tightly to Ivy's hands and thighs, refusing
to let go .
"Let go quickly, I want more..."
Ivy panicked for a moment, and it took her quite a while
to break free . But then she remembered that she hadn't delivered the fatal blow to the monster. However, it was too late.
When Ivy realized her fatal mistake, a special mask, seemingly designed to be used against her, was instantly placed
over her face. A large amount of pinkish-purple gas gushed out from it, like the cloying
sweetness of sugar being directly stuffed into her stomach. Ivy held her breath on the spot, trying to tear the mask off, but the mask seemed
to be one with her, completely immovable. Ivy had no choice but to continue fighting the monster.
Unable to breathe, Ivy wanted a quick victory, but each attack grew weaker and weaker. The monster
hissed, seemingly declaring its victory, moving slowly and enduring Ivy's increasingly feeble
blows.
"Damn it... I can't breathe, I can't get any strength in me..."
The battle reached a stalemate, and Ivy's eyes began to roll slightly upwards, on the verge of losing consciousness. Finally, after a
dodge , she instinctively took a deep breath. The feeling was... as if the stars were smiling at her, and her body...
Feeling lightheaded and in a daze, Ivy let out a childlike, silly smile. Her body grew hot, and her vagina
suddenly secreted fluid from the sweet, sticky gas she inhaled, wetting her panties.
"So... blissful..."
A strange thought flashed through Ivy's delirious mind. The monster, of course, wouldn't let this
opportunity . He stepped forward, pressed down on Ivy's head, and roughly pressed the gas tube from his mask
onto hers. More of the pinkish-purple liquid gas, seemingly condensed into a liquid, was brutally poured into Ivy's lungs.
Even though she didn't want to breathe, her body still greedily inhaled deeply, just like her
already soaked, overflowing vagina, completely drenching her combat suit.
"So happy... no... consciousness is going to..."
With a complex expression of resentment and bliss, Ivy lost consciousness.
"Damn it, where am I? My head is throbbing..."
Ivy woke up, rubbing her throbbing head. Looking around, she realized the strange man was gone, and
she had been taken to a stuffy, airtight room. It seemed to be an abandoned apartment. Ivy
wasn't couldn't remove, which remained stuck to her face. The experienced Ivy
quickly assessed the situation. All her combat gear, except for her combat suit, had been taken. The room
seemed the only window was sealed shut with iron plates. Shouting for help was useless; it seemed she couldn't
escape by brute force or outside help.
"Damn this thing!"
Ivy looked at the mask on her face and angrily tried to tear it off, but her feeble effort only resulted in more
gas being expelled. The gas seemed to be a hypnotic gas, colorless and odorless; even accidentally inhaling a little
would cause Ivy to lose consciousness due to weakness in her legs. Upon waking again, Ivy tried to escape through the only door in
the room and through the ventilation ducts, but both seemed to have sensors.
Once triggered, a hypnotic gas would be released from Ivy's mask, causing her to lose consciousness. This cycle repeated several times.
After a flurry of activity, Ivy realized she had no chance of escape. Helpless, she sat cross-legged,
pondering how to get out, when the door opened. It
was the strange man completely shrouded in black. Seeing Ivy's frustrated and futile efforts, he waved and hissed mockingly. Ivy gritted her teeth and snorted . Seeing the door the man hadn't yet closed, Ivy suddenly realized this was her only chance to escape. Without hesitation, she slid in, sending the man flying. While the man was in mid-air, she delivered a powerful kick to the ceiling, slamming him down unharmed. Ivy straddled its back, raining down punches, each aimed at its weak points—the philtrum, forehead, chin. To Ivy's surprise, the monster remained unmoved. Before Ivy could understand what was happening, the monster had already reacted , emitting a hissing sound like a switch being turned on. A large amount of colorless gas sprayed from Ivy's mask. Caught off guard, Ivy inhaled a large amount of gas, instantly collapsing to the ground, her limbs weak. Still conscious, she could only glare angrily at the monster as she got up. It seemed this gas was targeting her motor nerves. The monster slowly got up and closed the door. Ivy, having lost her only hope, closed her eyes in despair. To Ivy's surprise, after carrying her to the bed, the monster began to slowly caress her proud, full breasts. Even though tightly wrapped in her bodysuit, her soft, supple breasts couldn't be concealed. Stimulated by the monster, Ivy felt both ashamed and angry. Her face, flushed with rage, instantly softened into a girlish shyness. "You bastard... ah... no there... I said no..." Perhaps it was the aphrodisiac effect of the gas, but just a few simple rubs on her breasts made Ivy's body incredibly sensitive and aroused. Her small nipples hardened, and even her tight-fitting clothes couldn't hide the two prominent bumps on her chest. Although she kept refusing verbally, her body had already honestly declared that she was very aroused. This was just the beginning. After touching her for a while, the strange man seemed satisfied and let go. Ivy breathed a sigh of relief thinking she had finally been let go, but under the shadow of the strange man covered by a black cloth, a thick syringe filled with pink liquid was revealed. The long, thick, silver hollow syringe was still dripping pink , as if it were mocking Ivy's naivety along with the strange man, reflecting Ivy's terrified face. "No! Noooooo!" Ivy struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. Her body remained limp and powerless. She could only watch as the strange man connected his mask to Ivy's mask again. While injecting a large amount of erotic gas, the thick, long needle gleamed with a deadly light and pierced her nipple. A large amount of pink liquid of unknown substance was also injected frantically, ravaging and transforming Ivy's nerves along with pain and blood. Ivy's beautiful breasts, which were trembling with pain and fear, even showed a strange heat, which lessened the pain. The erotic poison seemed to be alive. Ivy could clearly feel the pink erotic poison flowing in her body, slowly, little by little, transforming her body until she became a slave to lust, a wanton woman who only knew how to demand. "No... I don't want this... Please don't do this..." The pain hadn't subsided when, as the first needle pierced and injected the aphrodisiac, countless more needles emerged from behind the monster. Amidst Ivy's terrified expression, the monster, with a hint of amusement, calmly and slowly inserted the needles one by one. The second needle pierced deep into Ivy's other nipple. Unlike the cold, tearing pain , Ivy, having already undergone some aphrodisiac transformation , felt a slight pleasure emanating from her body, her pain significantly reduced. Ivy, somewhat flustered, barely managed to lift her head to look at her nipple, involuntarily inhaling another mouthful of the foul-smelling semen. Her usually strong will surprisingly gave way a fleeting urge to touch her nipple and masturbate. "No, no, what am I thinking? This is all that monster's fault. This liquid must be a tool for transforming women. I have to escape quickly." She desperately tried to suppress her burgeoning desire, but the burning lust was like the pungent —extremely sticky and persistent. The copious amounts of this stench brutally assaulted Ivy's nasal passages.

Her increasingly alluring and seductive body grew hotter and hotter. This heroine, who had been cold and aloof just moments before, now
had seductive eyes and was filled with the warmth of spring. The aphrodisiac injected
into her body, without her realizing it, brought her a state of intense heat and arousal, as well as unparalleled pleasure. Ivy gradually regained some strength, but she
used that remaining strength to desperately squeeze and rub her youthful, vibrant legs together, desperately suppressing the unbearable itching sensation in her
lower body . Tears welled up on her resolute face,
tears that were hard to tell whether they were from pleasure or from enduring pain.
[No, not there... I can't hold back... No, why am I giving in like this...]
Her mind was still resisting, but Ivy's body was becoming increasingly honest. Her pale labia parted
, releasing a trickle of fluid, yearning for something to fill them. Ivy could only rub her
long, legs
together to mask and suppress her lust. Yet, this girl, her skin flushed red, exuded a sensual aura with her very breath. If her friends saw this scene, they probably
wouldn't recognize her at first glance. The usually stern Ivy was now overflowing with lustful fluid, soaking her lower body,
the wetness spreading uncontrollably.
Upon seeing this, the monster hissed and laughed. Ivy noticed her lewd
posture , her face flushed red, and she tried to cover her face and hide, but
under the influence of the aphrodisiac modified gas and the numerous syringes injecting aphrodisiacs, even that strength was completely gone...
"Don't look... My body isn't like this..."
Crying and saying words that only made the monster work harder, Ivy felt more and more clearly that her
body was uncontrollably ignited by lust. The sexual desire that she usually suppressed was like a dam bursting,
flooding her entire body and gushing out streams of cheap orgasmic juice. The monster also roughly tore open her combat
suit, and her well-developed, fair breasts, with the unique youthful vitality of a young girl, jumped out,
trembling , forming a layer of lewd flesh waves. Just being looked at,
her nipples, which were already hard due to arousal, actually trembled slightly, and aphrodisiacs like milk overflowed from near the needles, betraying their master and
fawning over the monster, begging to be played with.
The strange man hissed triumphantly, his cold, hard metal arms kneading the
hot, soft flesh of her breasts. Ivy's face flushed crimson, her resolute expression inevitably showing a hint of strain and
weakness . Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her legs convulsed violently, a large amount of her vaginal fluid
seeping through her airtight combat suit and splashing out, even soaking the sheets.
"No... I'm not such a lewd woman, I'm not..."
she cried inwardly, lamenting how the strange man had brought her to orgasm so easily. Fortunately, the orgasm
lessened the effects of the aphrodisiac, and Ivy regained some strength, but that strength was used to cover her
face, which was flushed with shame and an unavoidable hint of pleasure. Even she herself didn't notice that when
the strange man saw her lewd posture , and his large expanse of white flesh on her breasts was being ogled and roughly played with, her urgent and
sharp cries carried a strange sense of anticipation. However, she quickly shook off this strange feeling.
Clenching her teeth, Ivy forced herself to stay awake and shouted at the uncommunicative strange man,
"I won't... umm... give in to someone like you... umm..."
Before she could finish speaking, the strange man pulled Ivy's nipple tightly outwards.
The needle, which had somehow transformed from fear into a hint of pleasure, suddenly injected an even stronger dose of aphrodisiac. The sudden stimulation of her
nipple severely damaged Ivy's spirit, and she almost lost consciousness during an orgasm.
"No, if I lose consciousness here, I'm doomed..." Ivy
barely endured the monster's nipple tugging, but its subsequent rough kneading still brought countless tingling
pleasures. Ivy kept panting, her breath a soft, sensual pink, trying desperately to expel the ever-increasing
heat in her body. But no matter how she breathed, this lewd feeling would never go away, and
the desire grew stronger and stronger, as if only through that could Ivy's endless lust be released.
"No, I can't have any more orgasms, if I have a few more orgasms I'll really fall into depravity..."
Ivy closed her eyes tightly, her legs clamping tightly around her honey
pot . She silently chanted in her heart, trying to regain
a sliver of clarity from her consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse due to the stench of semen and the poison of lust. However, things didn't go as planned. Ivy's feeble resistance only aroused the strange man's interest more. One
hand was still playing with her nipples, while the other hand easily pried open Ivy's powerless legs and gently
ripped off her soaking wet bodysuit. Without the cover of clothing, Ivy's pink
mons pubis was exposed to the air. Her pink labia, which were already aroused and slightly parted, were swollen with clitoris due to the cold
air , and even more lustful fluid flowed from her lower lips.
"No—why, why has my body become like this—"
Although she couldn't see it, her delicate body, now more alluring and seductive after the transformation, was constantly radiating sensual
pleasure. Her long, smooth hair, as blue as the sky, was soaked with her fragrant sweat, some of it sticking to her
face. Lost in passion, Ivy felt her body had already surrendered
. Even the strong-willed Ivy couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation. The strange man hissed triumphantly, inserting his cold fingers into her already
lubricated intestines and vagina. With just a few gentle touches, Ivy
let out an instinctive moan and gasp. Her usually well-trained, beautiful legs reflexively traced
a lewd curve before collapsing limply onto the bed. The pierced skin on her nipples
rubbed intensely, and the cold steel needle injected even more pleasurable fluid, constantly pounding into Ivy's increasingly deep
consciousness.
"Aaaaaah... No, no more..."
Struggling helplessly, Ivy frantically tried to close her legs, her weak hands using the last of
their strength to attack the monster. But the ridiculous struggle only brought more pleasure. The unstoppable, immense
heat couldn't even drain from Ivy's constantly gushing, honeyed orifice,
burning lava, threatening to scorch away her reason. And as Ivy cried out in struggle...
Meanwhile, she inhaled the foul-smelling fumes, the pungent, nauseating stench that etched countless
lewd thoughts into her mind, forcing her to confront her tragic future as a monstrous slave. The monster, meanwhile,
suddenly accelerated the movements of its fingers, ignoring Ivy's pitiful screams. The monster mechanically repeated its violent
manipulations. Ivy's tightly closed eyes snapped open under the onslaught of pleasure, her pupils,
dulled by the intense ecstasy, contracting sharply. But then, the mask covering her mouth suddenly intensified its power, releasing an extremely
pungent stench. Just smelling it from afar would make her cover her nose and walk away, but now it was being brutally poured into her mouth.
Ivy wanted to cry, but even this small right and desire had been taken away. Overwhelmed by the overwhelming desire,
Ivy's eyes rolled back uncontrollably, and she finally lost consciousness...
When Ivy woke up, she found that the strange man was gone, leaving her slumped on the wet
bed. Her clothes had been removed at some point, and she was now completely naked,
without even underwear. Beside her was a suspicious black, gelatinous sphere. Ivy propped herself up, involuntarily
inhaling the remaining stench of semen. Then, she sadly discovered that her body not only became familiar with the
gas and felt no discomfort, but also experienced a withdrawal reaction due to the lack of a source of supply, craving
the stench of semen.
Suppressing her desire for the time being, Ivy looked around again and found the door closed once more. She considered trying to
escape, but remembering her previous futile attempts, she gave up. Finally, Ivy looked back and could only try to
pick up the suspicious black, gelatinous substance. The moment her hand touched it, the gelatinous sphere
expanded rapidly like a venomous snake, attaching itself to her body.
[Oh no… I have to get it off quickly.] Ivy
stretched out her other hand and desperately tried to pull at the gelatinous substance, but it seemed
to merge , splitting and attaching to her other hand, expanding wildly until it became a binding suit
covering her entire body. Ivy's hands and feet were also tightly bound together due to the intense restraint, unable to support
her body, and she suddenly fell to the ground. Ivy's
beautiful face and the outline of the mask were clearly visible through the black rubber suit tightly covering her body. The same was true for her body; the jet-black, reflective rubber suit was like a second
skin, tightly outlining her graceful figure, perfectly
depicting her erect nipples and tight, alluring labia. Fortunately, Ivy's mask was constantly supplying oxygen from who-knows-where,
preventing her from suffocating in the darkness.
At this moment, Ivy, like a beautiful woman sculpted by a master artist, had her jet-black body
tightly wrapped in latex. Even her vagina was filled with latex, and her intestines and uterus were filled with black
latex . Some of the latex was even connected to her mask, injecting a pungent purple gas.
The moment she smelled the gas, Ivy's tightly bound body suddenly twitched. Her
vagina, which had finally calmed down, began to ache again as Ivy desperately suppressed the pleasure. She frantically suppressed her sexual
urges , weakly exhaling and desperately twisting her waist, like a dying fish wanting freedom.
But all it did was to no avail, resulting only in a comical scene of Ivy wriggling like a worm.
"No... I can't go on like this, I have to escape!"
Struggling and writhing desperately, unable to escape, Ivy thought of activating the hypnosis device so she could neutralize
the purple gas. Thinking of this, Ivy tried to stand up, but her brain began to
numb , her eyes began to blur, and her consciousness drifted away.
"I want it so badly, I want someone to give it to me... No, but it really feels like it... No, but my
body... I want it so badly, I want an orgasm so badly..."
Having not breathed fresh air for so long, Ivy's lungs were filled with the purple evil energy,
and her body was gradually changing. Her breasts, already larger than her peers, were subtly expanding,
and her curves were sculpted by the latex suit, becoming increasingly slender and erotic. Ivy instinctively curled up into a ball, trying to
resist the loss of her consciousness, but it was all in vain. The gas from the latex suit continued to be injected, and Ivy's
beautiful body flushed crimson, yearning, yearning for the strange man's caresses.
[My stomach hurts so much, but it feels so good... No... No... I want it so badly, no, like this
... Anyone will do... No, my body...]
Ivy, who had barely endured the monster's drastic modifications before,
was now extremely aroused after ingesting a little purple gas, craving the monster's play. And coincidentally, the apartment door
opened . The monster entered, saw Ivy writhing on the floor, heard the lewd moans coming from inside,
and hissed with triumphant satisfaction. He picked Ivy up and threw her onto the bed. With a gentle reach, the latex suit seemed to
consciously tuck Ivy's soft, beautiful legs... The words were separated, and she was being ogled by the strange man like a vulgar prostitute. Several more needles emerged from the strange man's
body , this time not only piercing her nipples, but also her navel, clitoris,
and acupoints on her body. One after another, the dense needles pierced through the latex suit, deeply penetrating
Ivy's body, bringing even stronger stimulation to her already sensitive body. If the strange man could see
Ivy's expression at this moment, he would probably be able to appreciate her gradually collapsing expression, her mouth wide open, and her tongue sticking out in
a shameful manner.
"No...don't continue, my body really can't take it anymore..."
Silently resisting, Ivy struggled desperately, but a strange anticipation arose within her,
an anticipation of the strange man's manipulation, his rough kneading of her nipples and vagina, letting her drown in wanton pleasure.
The strange man, of course, wasn't idle either. Just as Ivy had secretly hoped, he reached for her vagina.
The latex near her vagina automatically split open, revealing a mound of thick, flowing love juice. The latex padding inside
shrank back in, making Ivy's already slightly protruding belly even larger. The strange man's
other hand pressed against her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge within. With a hissing sound, his
fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, and Ivy's belly grew even larger.
"Don't do this, my stomach...my stomach can't take it anymore..."
Unprecedented pleasure and pain finally made Ivy begin to plead softly, as if the strange man understood her words.
Typically, the strange man hissed with a mocking laugh as he pressed his cold hand down hard on her lower abdomen.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."
A large amount of latex was squeezed out by the immense force, spraying wildly like a fountain.
The latex, along with Ivy's orgasm fluid, gushed out, hitting the monster directly, some even
hitting the wall three or four meters away. Ivy's pupils rolled upwards to their extreme, the pleasure
tearing her consciousness apart, and she instantly fainted again...
In the days that followed, every time Ivy woke up, she would find herself naked, with
latex . Now wary, Ivy would never touch that thing, but when the monster came in, the hypnosis
device would always activate. Then, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, she would be forcibly dressed in latex and her body would be humiliated and modified
by the monster. Although she did fight the monster while hypnotized, her increasingly lewd and seductive body
no longer used killing moves, but rather seductive pink fists. Her fierce kicks had turned into a fawning M-shaped
opening , tempting the monster to play with her filthy body. Each act of resistance ended in forced donning of a latex
suit and physical alterations. With each modification, her body became increasingly sensitive. Indeed,
a month later, when Ivy woke as usual and accidentally touched her
pink nipples, altered by the needles, her alluring body erupted in a powerful orgasm. The lewd fluid traced
a lascivious arc in the air, proclaiming the fact that Ivy's body had become increasingly depraved.
[My body...it's become like this...no...if I stay here a few more days, I'll really go crazy.]
After the orgasm, Ivy suppressed the intense urge to masturbate and began to reflect on her situation. Fortunately,
while the long-term modifications had made her body hypersensitive, causing her to orgasm with the slightest touch, the daily infusion of
large amounts had also developed a resistance. When the hypnosis device was activated, she could still
act normally for a few seconds, and those few seconds were the key to victory.
"Squeak." The door opened, and as usual, the strange man searched for Ivy, wanting to discipline
this heroine who would completely fall into depravity in a few days. But the room was empty, and there was no sign of her.
Feeling strange, the strange man looked around. Ivy, who was hiding behind the door, seized the opportunity and used
all her strength to hit his brainstem.
"Six-hit combo!"
Six deadly punches landed directly on the monster's brainstem. Caught off guard, the monster collapsed. Ivy,
seizing the opportunity, activated the hypnosis device before it could react, straddling it and
unleashing a barrage of chops and punches at its mask. Long-term observation had revealed the mask to be
the monster's greatest weakness. Sure enough, after unleashing hundreds of attacks in just a few seconds, the monster struggled
for a moment, then its mask ripped with a tearing sound before falling silent. Ivy looked at the seemingly dead
monster , touched its mask for a while, and found a button. Out of curiosity, she pressed it, and
her own mask fell off. The fresh, sweet air, like clean water, washed over Ivy's
lungs, long polluted by the stench. Taking a deep breath of the sweet air, Ivy couldn't help but
exclaim .
"Now all I need to do is see what this weirdo looks like."
Curiosity suddenly returned to the girl. Despite having fought each other for a month
, Ivy had never seen the weirdo's true face. After struggling for a while to finally tear off the mask,
all that was revealed was empty air.
Yes, nothing at all, just emptiness. This weirdo was just a shell.
[A shell, no wonder it has no weaknesses. Wait? What have I been fighting all this time?] The
quick-witted Ivy immediately realized a terrifying truth. Without hesitation, she turned and ran, but it was too
late. The remains of the monster spewed forth large amounts of pinkish-purple gas, a mixture of semen stench and a sweet, cloying
smell, along with a familiar colorless and odorless numbing gas. This highly concentrated mixture of gases filled the entire room—
no, the entire building. Ivy, unable to escape in time, inadvertently inhaled some, but managed to reach the
outside. However, the long corridor also emitted large amounts of the despairing pinkish-purple gas. Caught between two forces,
the gas engulfed Ivy. Even though she held her breath, the gas seemed to possess intelligence... Like a whimsical being, it burrowed
directly into her body through every crevice—eyes, nose, mouth, ears—and even the parts that didn't penetrate, merely
touched her bare, snow-white skin, bringing a maddening, decadent pleasure. A torrent of love fluid
gushed out , the sudden climax severing Ivy's thoughts and melting away her consciousness…
She didn't know how much time had passed before, but when Ivy awoke, she was breathing fresh air, and the
hellish pinkish-purple gas around her had dissipated. Ivy touched her throbbing head and looked around. Turning her head, she
saw the gas monster in the room, now a corpse. Suddenly, she remembered what had happened.
[Ah, so that monster's true form was indeed gas, and now it's diluted and dead?]
Feeling no sense of victory, Ivy shook her head and prepared to get up, but a sudden, unbearable
itching As if possessed, Ivy couldn't help but extend her slender fingers and slowly, slowly
began to play with her nipples and clitoris.
"It's okay, it's just a little bit. Anyway, the monster is dead, masturbating is fine..."
Reassuring herself, Ivy's fingers, with their innate, practiced skill, initially stimulated
her clitoris and nipples slowly. But the tingling pleasure that followed made her quicken her pace,
and a sly smile crept onto her previously bewildered face.
"Ah...so good, the monster's dead, I can masturbate however I want, it's okay..."
Muttering these words of self-examination, Ivy's breathing became increasingly rapid. Her hands couldn't stop moving,
as if possessed, she began to frantically manipulate herself, her almost rough movements showcasing an almost supernatural
masturbation technique.
"Ah...more...I want...more..."
Her legs spasmed and convulsed, in a vulgar position that she absolutely couldn't show to outsiders. Ivy's eyes rolled back,
her tongue involuntarily darting out, saliva flying out as her consciousness melted away.
Her fingers, once imbued with sacred meaning, were now uncontrollably masturbating, her honey pot gushing out streams of lustful fluid.
Each climax plunged Ivy's soul into an even deeper abyss. Her slender waist swayed wildly, allowing
the fingers to penetrate deeper and bring even more pleasure.
"Not enough... I want more... Why? I've already had so many orgasms... Masturbation...
I want more orgasms."
A lewd light flashed in Ivy's eyes. Her clear gaze was filled with lust. The dissipating
gas monsters had taken over her body. Her pure body exuded the unique
aura of a mature and seductive woman. Each breath carried a pale pink, lewd, poisonous gas. One hand on her breasts masturbated downwards,
while the other hand reached for her tongue, tasting her slightly salty orgasmic juice with a charming smile.
"Not enough... We need more women, to make everyone happy..."
A few months later, Rainbow and Catherine arrived at the abandoned apartment with grave expressions. Extensive
intelligence indicated that many missing girls had been brought here, and the killer bore a striking resemblance
to Ivy. The two, who were vehemently defending Ivy, had come to investigate and search for her.
Upon entering the apartment, they frowned. A strange, pale yellow citrus scent permeated the air,
seemingly possessing aphrodisiac properties. Without their noticing, their bodies began to heat up slightly.
They didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just some oranges or something similar. Further inside
, they suddenly heard a girl moaning with orgasm. They exchanged a glance, quickly
moving towards the source of the sound.
"How is it? Feeling good, right? Where did your resistance go? Get lost in pleasure,
aren't you happy?"
"Lady Ivy...give me more, I want more orgasms..."
"What do you want?"
"I want orgasms, you can play with my nipples and my pussy as you please, please let me orgasm..."
The two were shocked to see Ivy playing with a girl's body from behind. Yellow gas kept
coming out , which seemed to be the source of the smell in the building. The girl's
face was flushed from constantly inhaling the citrus-scented gas, and judging from the exaggerated water stains on the ground, she had orgasmed countless times.
"Ivy, this is the end!"
"I can't believe it really is you! Why did you do this?!"
Shocked and enraged, the two were about to attack Ivy and subdue her. Unbeknownst to them
, their bodies
had , their fighting instincts kicked in within seconds
, revealing that the strange gas was likely the culprit behind Ivy's transformation. Little did they know, that gas was also
the deadly poison that would lead them to their doom.
"Gravity Manipulation!"
"Frostbite!"
Neither held back against Ivy, but neither intended to kill her. After Hong amplified
the gravity , taking advantage of her distraction, Catherine waved her hand, and countless frosts erupted around Ivy. Poor
Ivy didn't even have time to utter a sound before she was frozen into an ice sculpture. Hong carried Ivy's ice sculpture on her back and knocked out
the brainwashed woman on the ground who was trying to resist. The two looked around and checked for a while. After finding no trace of
the strange people , they prepared to leave. However, what they didn't notice was that even though Ivy was frozen
into an ice sculpture, the orange-yellow gas in the building was getting thicker and thicker...
The two walked with heavy footsteps, trying to leave this place of trouble. Strangely, with each step they took,
their bodies became a little hotter. At first, they thought it was a natural reaction after the battle and didn't
pay attention . But as they were about to leave the apartment, the large amount of gas they had inhaled finally reached their limit. First, Rainbow, the
alluring heroine, suddenly knelt and convulsed, her eyes rolling back to their limit, drool spurting out,
and large amounts of vaginal fluid gushing from between her trembling legs. Catherine, who was standing nearby with her head down in worry, was about to help when
she too collapsed to the ground after only a couple of steps. Her usually composed and aloof face was now contorted with the shameful look of orgasm. The purple fabric and white bandages
covering plump legs were instantly soaked with the fluids from her orgasm, leaving a wet patch on the ground.
The two women, still conscious from their orgasms, tried to struggle to escape, but then they saw Ivy wake up, shatter
the ice , and take out two specially made masks from her person. With a seductive smile, she placed them on the faces of her best friend and foster mother.
Large amounts of yellow gas sprayed out, and the two women rolled their eyes back and orgasmed again, losing consciousness...
A month later.
In the room where Ivy had been imprisoned, Rainbow was now imprisoned. Her hands were bound by a short chain to the ceiling,
forced upwards. Her eyes were blindfolded, and her mask had long since been removed and replaced with a gag.
Countless tear stains marred her delicate face, and her bodysuit was tattered, revealing her B-cup breasts and slightly swollen vulva—the result
of countless acts of pleasure by Ivy. At first, Rainbow mentally counted the days she had been imprisoned, then she began counting
her orgasms, and now she was numb.
Suddenly, a muffled thud sounded from outside the heavy door, as if she had heard some heavenly music. Rainbow
struggled , drool dripping from her gagged mouth. Even with her eyes covered, her
expression of longing was evident. The door opened, revealing the alluring Ivy, riding on the same blindfolded Catherine. Catherine's high
nose was tightly covered by Ivy's pungent, foul-smelling panties. Her once noble and aloof face was now contorted by the
stench , her eyes rolling back in a foolish, infatuated smile. Her once elegant purple robe
was tattered and stained with the fluids from their intercourse.
"Ahhh...make me climax, Ivy, I want to climax..."
Catherine, disoriented, crawled like a dog, her body dripping with fluids, each step leaving a trail of filth, uttering
lewd and obscene words. When she reached Rainbow, Ivy stood up and removed the panties, and Catherine obediently
remained prone.
Having already heard their voices and smelled the pungent odor of Ivy approaching with her underwear, Hong was already overwhelmed with excitement
, struggling wildly as if trying to say something, drool dripping from her mouth. Ivy
stepped forward and removed the gag, finally making out Hong's screams.
"Give it to me, give it to me... I want... Ivy..."
Stroking Hong's slightly erect breasts, her small B-cup breasts already
engorged with blood from Ivy's arrival, trembling expectantly in the air, Ivy smiled, gesturing to Hong's chin with her hand, and taking out from the bag she was holding...
After taking out the bread, Ivy slowly chewed it and kissed Rainbow. Ivy's tongue was extremely aggressive,
sending the bread crumbs covered in Ivy's saliva into Rainbow's mouth. Rainbow also had a blissful, infatuated smile, and her honey hole reflexively
opened and closed, flowing with lustful fluid, yearning for Ivy's caresses. However, Ivy deliberately ignored Rainbow's request, simply
finishing the food as a routine matter, and then released her lips. A lewd line appeared at the corner of their mouths. Ivy was
about to put Rainbow's gag back on and leave when she heard Catherine rolling on the ground and acting coquettishly behind her.
"Ivy, Catherine, Catherine wants Ivy's kisses too."
With a childlike, innocent smile, Catherine, Ivy's adoptive mother, a woman with a mysterious aura who seemed
to have many past experiences, was now rolling around and acting like a child. The reason, of course, was that
the infant-regression gas emitted from her mask had regressed her mind to that of a three-year-old, making her completely unable to resist Ivy's
month-long pleasurable training. Now, she was only acting on her childlike instincts, acting like a spoiled child towards her daughter.
Ivy naturally wouldn't refuse such a request. She took out bread and kissed Catherine,
while Rainbow behind her began to crave more. Kissing Rainbow, she released her restraints.
Ivy repeated kissing the two of them in turn. While kissing, large amounts of yellow gas emerged from her mouth
, directly spraying deep into their brains, subtly altering their thoughts and bodies.
"Masturbation feels good, right? If everyone felt good like this, wouldn't that solve all the conflicts in the world?
"
Ivy smiled seductively, watching her best friend, her adoptive mother, spread her legs wide in an M-shape, squatting like a crab
, masturbating wildly in such a depraved posture. The two women's infatuated smiles showed no trace of their former
heroic pride; they were now just wanton women deeply mired in desire. Their beautiful buttocks
swayed wildly, their hands never stopping their masturbation, uttering lewd words urging Ivy to play with their instantly
fallen wanton bodies a little longer. Ivy, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. She smiled seductively, exhaling a breath
of yellowish, lewd gas that instantly enveloped the entire building, bringing even more springtime and the seductive moans of women…

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