NEERG Fairy Tale

Chapter 1. Santa Claus,

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my desire, my original sin.

Every time he gazed at the girl, Fuyutsuki would silently murmur this in his heart, with deep affection and sorrow.
The girl called Lolita was a secret within his soul.

About a year ago, Fuyutsuki was still a staunch older woman enthusiast. He always believed he would marry
a woman older than himself, or at the very least, someone his own age. But fate took a slight
turn. He met Lolita, a nineteen-year-old girl. As a Lolita, this age was considered too old;
it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had "gone bad." But for Fuyutsuki, nearing thirty, she was precisely the Lolita of his dreams.

Like most girls her age, she was beautiful and vibrant, but also vain, proud
, and superficial. Fuyutsuki met her on a snowy winter night. Cotton candy-like snowflakes danced in the air, and his feet crunched on the soft
snow —the groans of snow compressed into ice.

Cruel thoughts often flashed through Fuyutsuki's mind: destruction, conquest, depravity. The beast within him roared,
waiting for its chance. Fuyutsuki clutched his chest, feeling its throbbing. Its source was his wounded
soul. He couldn't forget the scene from his childhood, peeping through the window. A crimson light flashed before Fuyutsuki's eyes,
not merely a hallucination caused by memory. The firelight from the window of the small wooden house not far away shone brightly red.
Drawn by the past, Fuyutsuki unconsciously walked to the window.

And there he saw Lolita. The girl was peacefully drawing crayons by the window, showing no fear at
the sudden appearance of the man.

"You're the fairy of the snowy night, aren't you?" She looked up, her delicate features blossoming into a flower-like smile.

Winter Moon fell silent. The crimson light before his eyes began to flow again. In his memory, he saw a hand cradling his own small face,
his slender figure under the moonlight, truly resembling a legendary elf.

The beautiful girl before him was somewhat similar, but it was merely a resemblance. Human souls were destined to succumb to defilement
. He heard the beast's whisper, took a deep breath, and asked, "What are you drawing?" His heart eased.

"A carriage. On snowy nights, carriages often pass by the house. I've heard that seeing Santa's carriage
brings good luck."

"Santa's? There's no such thing in this world!" the beast roared, speaking through Winter Moon's mouth.

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The old man's hand grabbed the girl's long hair, lifting her tear-streaked, innocent face. His large tongue licked away her tears. "How does it feel after being defiled?" His sharp, domineering voice pierced the wall, reaching Fuyutsuki 's eardrums. The painting in his hand fell, and Fuyutsuki slumped to the ground. "Fuyutsuki-kun, I'm really looking forward to your gift!" the girl in his memory said. "Yes, I promise you'll be happier than meeting Santa Claus in the winter night." "Anything from Fuyutsuki-kun... I'll do anything." The girl gently kissed his forehead. "Slender and petite Fuyutsuki-kun, you're like an elf." Fuyutsuki just blushed, remaining silent. The girl was a year older than him, seventeen at the time. They were childhood sweethearts, their first love just beginning to blossom, but sadly, it withered before it could bloom. On the mud-stained painting was a pure girl in white, her long hair flowing, but this purity was now on the other side of the wall , succumbing to the devil's temptation, stepping towards her rebirth. The old man picked up the delicate girl and made her sit on his lap with her back to him. The old man, as tall as a mountain, made the girl feel like a little rabbit being violated by a grizzly bear. Dongyue could finally clearly see the girl's sparsely pubic hair, her small labia minorly swollen and red, still twitching and oozing a white fluid, clearly indicating she had just experienced intense lovemaking. The old man's fingers pinched the girl's erect nipples and pulled them hard. "Ah..." the girl couldn't help but cry out. "It feels good, doesn't it? The feeling of becoming a woman." "No..." the girl lowered her head shyly. "Your body doesn't seem to think so." The old man flicked the girl's rosy nipple, his other hand roughly reaching for her recently ravaged vulva, parting the foreskin of her clitoris, his thumb rubbing the pink tip roughly , rotating it back and forth, while his index and middle fingers slid into her secret passage, thrusting in and out. Under the perverted old man's teasing, the girl's body obediently oozed honey-like fluid. Although she dared not scream out , her lips could not help but let out soft moans. "What a born slut. You've only just been deflowered, and your body is already eager to be fucked again." "No..." The girl shook her head desperately. The old man's eyes flashed with ferocity. His waving hand reached out from her wet, fleshy opening, and the sudden stop of his movements made the girl 's eyes go blank. She couldn't help but swallow. Her body and mind had unknowingly descended into the abyss of lust. A sinister smile appeared on the old man's lips as he grabbed the girl's fair, delicate hand and pressed it hard against . "Feel your own rhythm. A slut like you must masturbate quite a bit." His cold words were like a spell. The girl actually pinched her clitoris with her hand while inserting her fingers into her vagina. The fear on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sweet intoxication. "That's right, unleash your desires. Women are born harlots. Even the purest woman will turn into a lustful bitch after being fucked ." The old man explained his theory, his hands not idle either, cupping the girl's breasts and caressing them restlessly. The girl, enjoying ample stimulation from both ends, began to lose her self-control, her moans growing louder and louder. Finally , she even inserted her entire hand into her vagina, screaming loudly.

"It seems the sensitivity is about right, it's time for the ceremony." A shadow fell over the old man's face,
as if he were possessed by some evil spirit. Fuyutsuki felt a chill run down her spine. The girl, however, was already lost in lust,
her fists moving rapidly in and out of her tight flesh, causing waves of churning flesh and
splattering her juices.

The old man brought his head close to the girl's, biting her lips hard and sucking her saliva. The girl, overflowing with desire,
immediately responded sincerely. Their tongues intertwined and collided like lovers in the throes of passion, greedily swallowing
each other's fluids.

Finally ending the long French kiss, the old man pulled the girl into his arms. The delicate girl was not
completely satisfied; her hands, which were digging into her flesh, moved even more intensely.

"Answer me, how does it feel to be a woman!" The old man's authoritative voice rang out again.

"Ah... um... um... don't say it... um..." A few drops of saliva dripped from the girl's mouth.
The old man took the girl's hand, which was probing her vulva, and kissed the fluid above it. "So good, the sweet
nectar before falling into depravity is the most delicious."

The blushing girl tried to break free from the old man, but he was too strong. No matter how she
struggled , she couldn't escape. Her vulva, deprived of stimulation, made restless squelching sounds, and the fluid overflowed even more profusely
. The clitoris proudly peeked out from under the foreskin, standing erect.

"I want... um... don't play with me anymore..." the girl pleaded in a low voice.

The old man looked triumphantly at the emerging clitoris. The girl's labia swelled,
glistening with a lascivious light under the lustful fluid.

"Just one mating, and your body has already been infected by my demonic energy and evolved. I knew I wasn't wrong about you. No,
I should say all women are complete sluts!" The old man grinned savagely, pushing the girl off him and
pressing his mouth against her engorged clitoris, sucking on it with gusto.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Answer me, you slut. Otherwise, I won't give you any further pleasure."

"Mmm...please, harder..." The girl finally shouted out her innermost thoughts.

"Not enough. Your true nature should be even more wanton when fully unleashed." The old man
bit down hard on her clitoris, which was about the size of a thumbnail. The girl screamed and gushed out a large amount of nectar.

"So good, give it to me..."

"If you want it, don't talk so delicately. Unleash your lewd soul." The old man and the girl's lower
mouths were locked in a deep kiss, while the old man guided the girl toward her more lewd true self.

"Give it to me...give me your big cock, give it to me...I want your big cock..." The girl
screamed , tears streaming down her face from excessive shame.

"Don't be afraid, women are inherently lewd. I will bring you unparalleled pleasure."
Unexpectedly , the old man gently licked the girl's earlobe this time, softly comforting her.

"Become my slave, and you will be incredibly happy. I will rape you and defile you every day, making your cunt writhe
constantly . Look at your genitals, they're already wet just from being stimulated by lewd words. You'll
reach orgasm on your first time. You were born to be a sex slave. Only by following me will you be happy." Like a lover's whisper,
like a hypnotic curse, the girl's chest heaved, her hazy eyes gradually brightened, but the pure light was now veiled
by lust.

"Be my woman, don't be afraid, let me see your true self."

"Mmm...please possess me with your big cock..." the girl
cried out, using every lewd word she could think of, her legs spread wide. This was the first time she had cooperated with
the old man . The old man rubbed his large glans against the girl's vulva with satisfaction. "This is a reward for you. If you want
more, then further demonstrate your lewdness."

"But I don't understand...please stop playing with me. I want a big cock. I'm a slutty woman, a wanton
woman. I can't live without a cock. What do you want me to say to be satisfied?" The girl actually started to whine to
the old man , and then cried because the itching in her lower body was not satisfied.

The old man probably knew that the girl's heart had already fallen into his arms along with her body. It was not appropriate to make things too difficult for this
new sex slave, so he raised his penis and inserted the glans into the girl's tender flesh.

"Mmm—" The girl's lust was completely aroused by the old man's actions. Her pale hands hooked around
his neck, roaming his broad back. Her cherry lips rained
kisses on his firm chest. The innocence on her face faded, replaced by
a complex .

"Sit on me, my beauty. I will make you completely submit to me, become my obedient bride.
Will ?" The old man pulled the girl up, so that she was kneeling on top of him, her wet vulva
facing his thick penis.

"Yes, I will, Santa Claus." The girl nodded shyly.

"Don't call me that. People in the dark magic world call me 'Bluebeard,' but you must call me
Master . Spread your legs wide, and this union will bring you a new life." The old man's entire body exuded
a purplish-black aura, but the girl, at the center of lust, showed no fear. Instead, she revealed an
expression of carnal addiction and devotion to her beloved. Magic circles appeared on her forehead, chest, and above her genitals.

"Accept the baptism of darkness, beauty. Speak your true name, obey your master's teachings, and recite
the declaration of loyalty." The old man's voice was solemn, filled with an irresistible aura. The magic circle on the girl's forehead also
flashed , as if she were receiving something. A large glob of clear
fluid dripped from her mouth as if she had lost control of her bladder. Her thumb and forefinger slowly spread her vulva, and she sat heavily down on the old man's penis.

"Ah—Master's cock, so beautiful, so good..." A sweet pleasure instantly spread throughout her body.
The flesh walls tightly wrapped around her master's mushroom-shaped glans and rough shaft contracted with emotion.
The slave, completely conquered by her master, possessed a blend of divinity and demonic nature. Spiritually, she felt love and praise for her master; physically, she had already
transcended the boundaries of human lust, drawing closer to the demonic forces of darkness.

"Don't just get aroused, you shameless slut. This is how you should show your loyalty to your master. I've already
passed it on to you through the magic channel, including various techniques and knowledge on how to become more lewd and wanton. Now,
perform for your master properly." The old man's large hand gripped the girl's two round breasts tightly.

Hearing her master's summons, the newly born demonic slave pulled at her breasts, which had turned purplish-red from excitement and demonic influence.
With nipples the size of grapes, she devoutly chanted, "Qingxue willingly becomes the dark bride under Master's command. From now on,
Qingxue's breasts, Qingxue's cunt, Qingxue's ass belong to Master Bluebeard. Qingxue is willing
to offer her soul and body to the great demon god Virsago.

Please use this cheap flesh of mine to your heart's content, Master. Qingxue is willing to accept all of Master's training, even abandoning
her human identity to become a demon's servant. I only ask that Master rape and defile me with his cock every day. I am a slutty cunt, a demon's
flesh puppet, a bitch who needs to be fucked... Ah... Hmm... Qingxue's cunt is the most lewd. Master's big cock is so
delicious, Master's big cock is so magnificent."

In the end, Qingxue had completely fallen into darkness, and her language had completely turned into illogical moans.

Bluebeard watched the flesh slave writhing on his body, lost in a daze, and suddenly
slapped Qingxue's upturned buttocks. "Very good, my third Dark Bride has finally been born. I'll go back and properly train
this lustful flesh of yours. Now, let's brand you with the mark of the Demon God."

The old man spoke in incomprehensible words, chanting incantations that Dongyue had never heard before. Dongyue was
certain they were incantations. Tears streaming down his face, he stood numbly outside, helplessly watching his childhood sweetheart
utterly fall into the devil's embrace.

The magic circles on Qingxue's private parts and chest twisted and deformed after the incantation was chanted. The girl, reaching her climax, let out
a long , heart-wrenching scream, and her body emitted a strong purple light.

Then, a lewd, purplish-black outer garment appeared on her body. Below, Qingxue wore a
transparent, lace-up purplish-black long skirt, tied only by two ribbons at her slender waist. Snowflake-shaped, lace-up metal panties
were fully exposed. The pubic hair on her vulva was gone, and her clitoris, with its foreskin completely removed, remained erect, perched outside
the lace, appearing particularly large and wanton. One could vaguely see that her previously tender labia
had swelled considerably under the pressure of the metal.

Even more exaggerated were her breasts; two pointed, bamboo shoot-like breasts were encircled by small, snake-shaped metal rings,
the fangs biting precisely at her hardened nipples during orgasm, freezing them in a state of perpetual lust.

Her once innocent face was now adorned with purplish-black lipstick and eyeshadow. The girl who had been as pure as snow just hours before
was now completely dressed as a sex slave. Only through her not-yet-fully-developed body and a trace of lingering shyness from her initial depravity
could one vaguely discern her original innocence.

Having completed the ceremony, Qingxue knelt before Bluebeard. "Thank you, Master, for granting me a new life," the newborn slave
said coquettishly, her lustful eyes burning as she stared at Bluebeard's erect penis, her expression filled with adoration and obedience.

"Rise, my bride. As my third Dark Bride, I bestow upon you the true name of darkness. From
this day forward, you shall be called Yinxue." Bluebeard lifted Qingxue's chin, and the two kissed passionately once more.
Dark particles drifted through the room, likely the blessing of the Demon God Virsago upon this newlywed couple from the dark world.

"Master, Yinxue is so happy," Yinxue murmured, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her sharp, black-painted
nails thrust forcefully into her erect clitoris, releasing streams of love fluid amidst pain and pleasure.

"Let's go together. Master will teach you many new ways of having sex, and your lewd body also
needs to be properly matured." The perverted old man picked up the bride's delicate body and disappeared into particles of light, leaving only Fuyutsuki at the door , completely devoid
of consciousness .

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... "North wind or south wind, I only want to devour pure souls—no, there are no pure souls in this world." "Then using filth will do the same." Fuyutsuki suppressed her beastly desires. She peacefully passed another year there, and soon it would be Christmas again. This time, the war was truly about to begin. The strange old man—did he still need a new bride? A young girl's prayers might not bring angels, but rather devils. It was time to see Lolita. Fuyutsuki walked out of her apartment, looking at the snow . She hoped that this year, there would be no Santa Claus.

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