Mystery Mask (3)

Chapter Three:
Ted John , Alyssa, and Aoba are in Sherry's room. Sherry lies on the bed, a small octopus patch on her neck—a cut she'd received from Adams John with a knife.

"I'm relieved to see you're alright," John says.

"I'm fine now. But Miss Alyssa wants me to rest for another day..."

"Reverse hypnosis is a dangerous treatment, Sherry, you should know that."

"I know... there might be aftereffects, so I need to rest properly, right?"

"That's right."

Alyssa nods emphatically. The dark circles under her eyes are proof of sleep deprivation. Yesterday, after she and Aoba destroyed Irene's personality, they let John rest in the treatment room before returning to Sherry's room.

After Shirley's treatment concluded, Alyssa told Aoba, "John will sleep soundly tonight because of the electric shock. But from tomorrow onwards, we'll need to continue monitoring him. We can't push Shirley too hard. I'll be looking after her tonight; you get a good night's sleep to prepare for tomorrow."

Alyssa hadn't slept all night in order to quickly administer anesthesia to Shirley should she have any issues.

Aoba got up early the next morning and went to Alyssa and Shirley's room. Although tired, Alyssa clearly instructed Aoba: go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone, check on John's condition in the monitoring room, and then return there so the two of them could examine John together.

John's condition was good. After reviewing the surveillance footage, nothing suspicious was found.

John and Alyssa finished their examination. John said, "If possible, may I apologize to Shirley?"

Alyssa determined that John's condition was stable and agreed to let him meet with Shirley.

Shirley looked at John's bandaged wrist and said, "I'm sorry, it must hurt a lot?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all... I'm the one who should apologize..."

Shirley's face flushed, her words hinting at what happened that night.

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

"No, but..."

"So don't worry about it. It wasn't your intention..."

Shirley smiled slightly. John kept his mouth tightly shut, his head bowed in regret. An awkward silence filled the four of them.

Alyssa broke the silence. "Since we're all together, let's talk about things to be careful about in the future!"

All eyes were on Alyssa.

"I thought about it all night. Although we successfully eliminated two personalities, why hasn't John's memory returned at all?"

"Yeah... the gap in his brain seems to have widened!" Sherry murmured understandingly.

"But, actually, during the period of amnesia, John was no different from before! Right?"

John nodded and said, "The widened gap has been occupied by a personality, right? That personality is controlling John with great power..."

Aoba covered her mouth with her hand, trembling, suppressing her sobs.

John looked at Alyssa with a desperate expression, her eyes filled with tears.

"Stop it, Sherry, this has already happened, what kind of treatment is this? This is not what I wanted! Multiple personality disorder is multiple personality disorder, it would be better if you killed me!"

Alyssa stood up and slapped John.

"Don't be discouraged! You've become so weak. Complaining won't help!"

Shirley encouraged him. "Elisa is right. I don't think my situation is that bad. Besides, being able to eliminate Adams is the happiest thing for me."

John pressed his fist to his eyes.

Aoba placed her hand on his trembling shoulder and said, "Don't give up! No matter how stubborn the other personalities are, you won't die. We must cure you!"

John raised his tear-streaked face and said, "I'm sorry, I lost control... I'm so sorry!"

"Patients sometimes get discouraged. But if we also give up, how can we be considered doctors?"

Alyssa looked at the other three and said, "We don't know what kind of personalities will emerge in the future, so Sherry and Aoba should pay attention. John, if you feel anything unusual in your body, please tell us immediately!"

"For example, what kind of situation..."

"Hmm... I don't remember moving, but the things on the table have been moved. Or: I know how to use a machine I've never seen before..."

"I understand, I'll pay attention."

"That's all for today's meeting!"

Alyssa and Aoba led John away from Sherry's room.

As soon as John entered the treatment room, Alyssa stopped at the door and said, "Because your personality has become so stubborn, it would be dangerous for just the two of us to treat you. So, don't leave this room until Sherry recovers."

"I understand," John nodded, and Alyssa closed the door.

Alyssa returned to Sherry's room, while Aoba continued to observe John in the monitoring room. On the other end of the screen, John was talking to the camera, seemingly shouting something. Aoba pressed the sound button.

"Aoba, are you there? Please answer me!"

"What?"

"I have a request: can you perform reverse hypnosis on me?"

"No. That device that manipulates memories is too dangerous!"

"Right or wrong, it doesn't matter to me now. I don't want to cause you any more trouble. If I undergo reverse hypnosis, I can go back to before my brain was taken over by other personalities, and then those personalities can be eliminated, right?" "

Absolutely not!"

"Aoba, you want to do what you did yesterday too, don't you?"

"Huh, you remember?"

"I don't remember what happened after that, but I remember what happened before!"

Aoba blushed, though it wasn't clear through the screen. But if they were face to face, it would be perfectly clear, right?

"Please, Aoba... I want to overcome this on my own!"

"But... without asking Miss Elisa..."

"Elisa would never agree, so I can only ask Aoba..."

Aoba looked at John on the screen, showing no signs of other personalities appearing.

"If there's danger, just shoot me with that pistol. If you're lucky, you might be able to destroy the thing in my head. Even if you fail, I'll just pass out."

"But if the hypnosis goes too deep, I might lose my original memories!"

"It doesn't matter. Losing my original memories is still losing my memories."

John was right. If Alyssa's judgment was correct, during this period, the brain space freed up by eliminating Irene's personality was being eroded by other personalities. If left unchecked, John would be completely dominated by the evil personality. Aoba made up her mind.

"I understand. But keep it a secret from Miss Alyssa!" "

Thank you..."

"I'm coming to you now, wait for me!"

Aoba said, and ran out of the monitoring room. Alyssa should be in Sherry's room taking care of her, right? As Aoba walked towards the treatment room, she secretly entered Alyssa's room and took a metal bottle from the cabinet. Because it wasn't a high-powered weapon, she wasn't keeping a close watch on it.

John rushed into the treatment room as soon as the door opened.

"Stop!" Aoba pointed his pistol at him.

"Sorry, I startled you... but I was just so bored, that's why..."

"But please don't come any closer, otherwise..."

"Shoot me with this?" John pointed at the gun in Aoba's hand.

"Yes!"

"I understand."

John went down the corridor first, Aoba following two or three steps behind. At the corner, Aoba gave instructions.

"This spaceship, it seems there are only four of us?"

"Yes... everything is automated, controlled by commands from Earth."

"Now can you tell me: why was I brought here?"

"Th-this..."

"I might lose my memory. So I hope you can tell me the truth."

Aoba was silent for a moment.

"Aoba?" John stopped.

"Don't stop, turn left at the corner..." Aoba watched John's back and took a deep breath.

"Even your unbearable past, you don't hate it?"

"I won't be surprised by anything I hear!"

"John...you were brought here because...you're a murderer."

"...A murderer...!?"

"Yes...you were originally an exceptionally talented psychiatrist, renowned worldwide."

"Then, why did you become a murderer..."

"You studied criminal psychology and once helped the police treat mentally unstable criminals. I don't know the results, but you received a commendation from the police. Turn right ahead..."

John turned to the right.

"Of the patients sent to the hospital, five caught your attention. There was a perverted doctor, a sadist, a voyeur, a person with inverted clothing, and a deranged serial killer. You were obsessed with analyzing their psychology, spending all your time talking to them. As a result... you developed the abnormal psychology of a criminal."

"What did I do?"

"You killed these five patients first, and then disappeared from the hospital."

"And then?"

"Until your arrest, you killed a total of seventy people."

"What..."

"But, those weren't done by you, but by the personalities that possessed you. You are innocent! ...We're here. This is the reverse hypnosis room."

Aoba led John down a few steps. The door opened, and she walked down a few steps to make sure John entered the room. Only when he reached the center of the room did Aoba enter. In the center of the room were several treatment rooms, separated from the ceiling by safety glass. Each room had a chair, surrounded by large computers and therapeutic robots.

John stared blankly. Aoba said, "You were originally sentenced to death. Because it was a serious crime, the sentence itself wasn't problematic."

"Since I was sentenced to death, why am I receiving treatment here..."

"Didn't I tell you? It wasn't you who killed, but your split personalities. If those personalities can be eliminated, you can live freely."

John listened silently to her words.

"When no treatment facilities were available on Earth, this spaceship, slated for decommissioning, was borrowed and converted for medical purposes. Many of the treatment devices here were invented by you. Even this gun was made to treat people with multiple personalities. But, because it's dangerous, it wasn't approved by the government." Aoba played with the gun.

"Can I take a look?"

"Huh?" Aoba's expression became tense.

"I was thinking: if I touch it, will it help me remember..."

Faced with John's pleading eyes, Aoba wavered and said, "You absolutely mustn't pull the trigger!"

John took the gun and skillfully stroked the magazine. But, none of his past memories could return to his mind. He immediately returned the gun to Aoba.

"No! I can't remember anything..."

"It's okay, you're just undergoing treatment now. You'll definitely remember something later!"

"I don't believe I'm a murderer. But you wouldn't lie to me... But why are only three girls treating a vicious criminal like me? And why not just execute me already?"

"This...this..." Aoba stammered, her face hesitant.

"Please tell me: about you!"

"The three of us were originally your assistants. No...actually, your lovers...Before, in the hospital, we were jealous of each other. But you've become like this, and we're heartbroken. The three of us truly love you! So...we're willing to give everything for you..." Aoba said, crying.

John couldn't help but want to hug her and took a step forward.

Aoba wiped away her tears and said sharply, "No! Have you forgotten what you just said?"

John stopped and turned away. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

That was all he could say. Even with his memory loss, John's voice remained unchanged. Aoba fully understood this.

John rallied and said, "What am I supposed to do? Even though I invented it, I 'see but don't understand' it!"

Aoba laughed at John's joking tone. She wiped away her tears and pointed to the isolation room in the center, saying, "Please come in!"

"Where's the entrance?"

"I'll open it." Aoba pressed a button on the wall.

Part of the glass rose up and stopped slightly below John's height. After John entered, the raised glass automatically lowered, creating a sealed space. He sat in a chair, watching Aoba. Aoba was busy in the room, operating the computer keyboard and adjusting the medical equipment.

"It's starting!"

Hearing Aoba's voice from the loudspeaker, John gave an OK sign and calmed down. At that moment, colorful light fell from the ceiling, and the transparent glass instantly became vibrant, displaying geometric patterns. John was drawn to these patterns, and suddenly his consciousness began to drift away.

The outside was invisible from the inside, but it seemed one could observe the room from the outside. At that moment, John's head slumped down. The EEG monitor showed regular waveforms, indicating he had entered an early hypnotic state. Aoba adjusted the button, guiding John into a deep hypnotic state.

Initially, nothing seemed amiss, but then the EEG monitor suddenly vibrated violently. John abruptly raised his head, his expression no longer composed, but incredibly ferocious. He stood up and forcefully pounded on the glass wall. Aoba gasped in horror. His strength couldn't break the glass, but his menacing gaze pierced her heart.

Aoba gripped her pistol tightly and pressed the button on the wall, strengthening the glass. Just as the ferocious man was about to escape, Aoba aimed her gun at him.

Bang! The small metal vial pierced John's chest. But nothing happened.

(Why?) Aoba was gripped by extreme panic. She had carefully checked the vial when she took it from Elisa's room! But it didn't emit a bluish-white light. Thinking that if he escaped from the isolation room, his only option would be to attack, he only took a metal bottle.

Aoba threw the gun on the ground and ran towards the door. Heavy footsteps followed behind. Just as she reached the doorknob, John grabbed her hair from behind.

"Ouch!!" Aoba's body fell backward, her head hitting the floor, and she gradually lost consciousness.

Aoba woke up with a sharp pain in her head. She looked up and saw a messy surrounding her, not the reverse hypnosis room. It seemed to be a warehouse. A place where miscellaneous items were stored when the spaceship was converted for medical use. Tables, sports equipment, and wooden crates used for moving food were piled up everywhere. As her consciousness gradually returned, she tried to sit up.

"Ah!"

Her body couldn't move. Aoba was lying on her back, her hands and feet bound to a table in the center of the warehouse. Although she could move her hands and feet slightly, the ropes were not loosened. The man looking around the warehouse heard Aoba's scream.

"Ah, are you awake?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm the last man to rape you, Mr. Ted!"

Upon hearing this name, Aoba closed her eyes in despair. Ted was a psychopathic killer researched by the doctor. He raped and murdered women; Ted's life consisted only of rape and murder. Elisa and Sherry must think she's still in the monitoring room, right? If Elisa went to the monitoring room... But, it couldn't be such a coincidence. Although Aoba knew she couldn't resist, she still struggled desperately.

"Idiot... you can't escape..." Ted forcefully tore at Aoba's clothes.

"Please... don't..."

"What... you want it too, don't you? Your last time having sex before you die should be enjoyed!"

Ted removed Aoba's tattered clothes and then unhooked her bra. Aoba was left only in her panties.

"Such beautiful skin...hehehe..."

Ted licked Aoba's breasts with his tongue, sucking on her nipples back and forth. She should have felt fear, but under Ted's caresses, her nipples hardened.

"Such a sensitive body...hehehe...the fun is starting!"

Ted reached down from above Aoba's panties to her crotch. His fingers slid down her swollen mons pubis, caressing her sensitive areas through her panties.

"Ugh, ugh..." Aoba let out a muffled moan.

Ted's expression turned fierce. He inserted three fingers between Aoba's legs.

"Ouch! It hurts...it hurts so much...!!" Aoba screamed, her body arching backward.

Although her expression showed pain, her body seemed ready to receive the caresses. The love juice between her legs soaked her panties, and Ted's fingers felt the erotic dampness. Initially, it was a dry, penetrating touch through her panties, but the love fluid flowing between her thighs gradually transformed Ted's rough caresses into smooth, loving touches. Ted's one hand violated Aoba's crotch, while the other slid towards her firm breasts and slender waist.

"Mmm... Ahh... Ahh..." Aoba moaned softly, pleasure surging through her body.

Ted left Aoba's body and, from a mountain of clutter, picked up a wooden box with only a frame. He untied Aoba from the table and pulled down her panties. Like helping a little girl urinate, he lifted her from behind and stuffed her into the box.

"No, no... What are you doing...!?" Aoba asked in confusion.

Her buttocks were tightly clamped inside the box, her legs sticking out. Aoba tried to break free, but her body wouldn't move.

"Your body is so supple...hehehe...what a great position."

Ted walked up to Aoba and, through the crack in the wooden box, saw Aoba's vulva. He let out a lewd laugh and reached out to rub Aoba's breasts.

"Ah...what wonderful breasts...soft and elastic...the best feeling I've ever had with any woman!"

Ted pulled down his zipper, took out his hard penis, and rubbed it against Aoba's breasts.

"It's been so long since I've done this...I always grab women first and then have my way with them...your body is truly amazing!"

"Ah, ahhh..." Under Ted's caresses, Aoba let out unbearable gasps.

For Aoba: the owner of the penis, even though his personality had become Ted, was still her favorite thing. Thinking of how, back then, facing Eileen, she could only be used by him with a dildo, now, no matter what, she hoped to be possessed by the man she loved. Aoba closed her eyes, letting Ted caress her. Her vulva was already stained with love juice.

Ted turned his caresses to her private parts. He bent down in front of Aoba, holding his penis while inserting his fingers between her wet vulva.

"Ahhh..." Aoba shook her body violently, letting out sharp gasps.

Ted's fingers stirred mercilessly.

"Ahhh!!" Aoba screamed sharply, tightly closing her eyes, writhing in pleasure.

Ted seemed to be enjoying the sensation of his fingers stirring the vaginal mucosa. At this moment, he smelled the slightly acidic scent of love juice. When he pulled his fingers out, there was a lewd "gurgling" sound. The love juice overflowing from her private parts flowed down to her perineum and even dripped onto her anus. Ted pulled out his fingers, made a V-shape with his index and middle fingers, and then put his hand between Aoba's thighs. His index finger entered her vagina, his middle finger inserted into her anus.

"No, don't do that here... Ahh... No..." Aoba cried out, pleading with Ted.

But, bound by the wooden box, escaping his attack was impossible. Ted's fingers moved between the two parts.

"Even though you say no, isn't this hole already soft? Hehehe... Feels good, doesn't it?" Ted's finger inserted into her anus moved slightly.

"Ahh... Ahh..." Aoba's head tilted back.

The love fluid gushing from her secret place made Ted's caresses smoother. This pleasure made her secret place even wetter... In the wooden box, although the position was strange, Aoba screamed wildly from pleasure, her limbs spasming uncontrollably. Seeing Aoba's posture, Ted increased the speed of his stroking.

"Ohhhhh... I'm about to cum... Let me pour it on your head... How about it? Do you like it?"

"Ahhhh..." Aoba shook her head and cried out.

Even though she was being manipulated by another personality, he was the man she loved. As long as he liked it, it didn't matter if her body was contaminated with semen... Aoba thought to herself.

Ted slowly stood up, holding his penis, and faced Aoba, saying, "Ohhhh... I'm about to come! Lift your head and open your mouth!"

Aoba complied. As Ted's waist spasmed, the tip of his penis intermittently sprayed out creamy white spurts, shooting onto Aoba's face. Semen smeared Aoba's cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and her mouth, leaving patches of white spurts on her face. She showed no disgust, seemingly accepting Ted's desire in a daze, licking the liquid from the corners of her mouth and swallowing it.

Ted smiled happily. After ejaculating, Ted thrust his hips forward again, inserting his semen-covered penis into Aoba's mouth.

"Ugh..." Aoba groaned, seemingly in pain, as the glans went deep into her throat. However, she moved her head back and forth, licking Ted's penis and sucking out the remaining semen from her urethra.

"It's been so long since I've done this, it seems like I came too early... But don't worry! No matter how much my thing comes out, it'll keep coming back!... Hehehe!"

Although Ted's penis had just ejaculated, the veins on the surface were still visible, showing no signs of weakness. The erect penis seemed about to shoot into Aoba's mouth again. Ted straightened up, pulled Aoba out of the wooden box, and placed her on the floor. Aoba had no strength to resist, seemingly intoxicated by the afterglow of pleasure, her knees buckling.

Ted pulled a pistol from his back pocket and pointed it at Aoba.

"That really hurt... I think it'll hurt less if I use this gun to knock me unconscious..." he said, pointing to the wound on his chest where he'd been hit by a metal canister.

"Why...? I clearly..."

"It was all my doing!" Ted said, pulling a metal canister labeled "Unused" from his pocket.

He expertly worked on the magazine. Though he didn't load any bullets, the canister was gone when he released it.

"Give the gun to this man, okay? I switched the canister and used it to shoot you." Ted reached into his pocket again and pulled out the used canister.

"I'm so sorry to have knocked you out in the treatment room... I didn't expect it to go so smoothly!"

"But... back then..."

Ted interrupted Aoba's questioning.

"That man knows nothing! I'm the one who stole the metal bottle and put it in this gun. I did it when he wasn't looking!"

"What..." Aoba was speechless with surprise.

As Ted had said, the other personality could exclude John's consciousness and lurk in his mind. However, it only took a few seconds... It seems that John's condition is more serious than Alyssa imagined.

Ted deliberately let Aoba pretend to play with the gun in his hand, changing the bullet. His fingers slid across the magazine, holding the "unused" and "used" metal bottles. When he stopped, he was holding the used metal bottle, which meant...

He pointed the gun at Aoba.

"Killing you was a last resort... I won't be so easily subdued by this toy!"

Aoba stopped breathing and closed her eyes. She was already prepared for a huge impact, her body stiff. But, nothing happened. Aoba timidly opened her eyes. Ted, who had dropped the gun on the ground, took off his clothes. Aoba couldn't understand his intentions.

Ted's interest was killing; he had no interest in electrocuting women. He was going to use this gun to humiliate Aoba in a way she was extremely unwilling to accept. Ted told Aoba to lie on her back and spread her legs. Aoba thought: Finally, she was going to be violated by Ted—the one she loved. She gritted her teeth and obeyed.

Her legs were spread in an M-shape, and her vulva was slick with vaginal fluid from the caresses earlier. Ted approached between Aoba's legs, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"Be a good girl and don't move! If you move, you'll get hurt there!... Hehehe!"

Aoba looked puzzled. Ted watched Aoba's panicked expression with pleasure, picked up the pistol, and inserted the barrel into her private parts.

"Ugh, ugh...!!" The pain assaulting her lower abdomen made Aoba close her eyes tightly and groan.

Blood flowed from her vaginal opening after being wounded by the gun barrel. Ted let out an innocent, childlike laugh.

"Hehehe... How does it feel to lose your virginity for the second time?" Ted moved the gun barrel back and forth.

"It hurts... It hurts... Please... It really hurts..." Aoba twisted her body in pain, trying to break free from the humiliation of the gun barrel, writhing on the ground.

Hearing her painful groans gave Ted the illusion of violating a virgin.

"Please... Let me go... It hurts... My stomach... It hurts..." Aoba pleaded, crying.

But, stimulated by her pain, Ted's excitement intensified. Ted changed his position, holding the gun and bringing his penis to Aoba's mouth.

"Lick it!"

"Ugh..." The suddenly erect penis was forcibly shoved into Aoba's throat.

"Serve it until it's satisfied before you pull this thing out!" Ted moved the gun inserted into her body.

Aoba groaned in pain again.

"Focus on blowing the trumpet! If you don't, it'll hurt you badly there!...Hehehe!"

Ted's face moved close to her thigh, licking the blood on her leg, the smell of blood further arousing Ted's cruelty. Aoba desperately used her mouth and tongue to lick Ted's penis. The tip of the penis gradually became wet, and in order to make him ejaculate, Aoba sucked on the urethra, making gurgling sounds.

"Yes...that's it. I didn't expect you to be so cute, but so good at it! Someone must have taught you...Ah, I forgot. This man is your lover, right? What a lecherous guy..."

Aoba ignored Ted's taunts and focused on blowing the trumpet. She did this in order to get rid of the pain of being penetrated in her vagina as soon as possible. If imagining it as licking a lover's penis might alleviate some of the pain, it might help. But Ted held his gun, churning it inside her vagina. Each time Aoba felt intense pain, she stopped. But as Aoba's blowjob movements continued, Ted's breathing gradually slowed.

Aoba made obscene oral sex sounds while violently shaking her head back and forth. His penis was in her mouth, the glans pressed against the back of her throat.

"Oh...oh...oh...it feels so good...I'm going to come...I'm going to cum!"

"Ugh..."

Ted exploded in Aoba's mouth, bitter and warm cream filling her mouth. His penis continuously spurted out white fluid.

"Drink every last drop! If you spit it out, I'll shoot it through your hole!!" Ted threatened, shaking his gun.

Aoba let out a low moan and swallowed the fluid in her mouth.

"Since I agreed..." Ted pulled the gun out of Aoba's body and licked the bloodied flesh.

"Ahhh..."

The excruciating pain in the flesh was absorbed by Ted's skillful tongue licking, like being absorbed by a sponge. Aoba gasped for breath, her stiff limbs unconsciously writhing. Ted licked the love juice and blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. Although his penis did not ejaculate again, it was still erect and pointing upwards.

Ted said, "Game time is over. Elisa and Sherry are not here, so I'll play with you! Hahaha..." Ted laughed proudly.

Aoba looked up at Ted in despair and then lay down on the ground.

"The last sex! You choose which opening you want!" he said, touching Aoba's private parts and anus.

Aoba's lower body trembled. "Please...please do it normally...please..."

"You mean here..." Ted pulled his finger out of Aoba's anus and inserted it into her secret place.

"Y-yes..."

"It hurt so much just now, and you still want to do it here...it seems you really like it." Aoba endured Ted's mockery.

Knowing that death was imminent, Aoba felt no fear. Unfortunately, she couldn't eliminate Ted's personality. Although now wasn't the time for diagnosis, it was the psychiatrist's task to unravel the disease eroding the patient. If she knew the disease, she would know the reason for Ted's abnormal sexual behavior, right? Electroconvulsive therapy might improve his mental state.

Thinking this, Aoba felt remorse for her own incompetence. After Ted killed her, he would definitely immediately target Elisa or Sherry. Aoba desperately thought: how to let them know that the crisis was imminent. But being in the warehouse, under Ted's control, there was nothing she could do.

"Suddenly become obedient, what are you thinking about? Anyway, it's none of my business... You only have one hour to live, reminiscing about the past, lamenting your misfortune is fine! Hehehe..."

Ted pressed down on Aoba. He thrust forward, his burning cannon penetrating her flesh. The glans, smeared with love juice and blood, led straight to her entrance.

"Ahhh..."

Aoba's secret passage was penetrated, causing her body to writhe. The pressure on her vagina, injured by the gun barrel, caused excruciating pain in her lower abdomen. The man before her was the one to whom Aoba had given her virginity. Compared to the intense pain of her first penetration a year ago, the current pain was only slightly more intense. The surge of pain between her thighs reminded Aoba of the blissful moment of her first time with a man. She tightly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

"Was it so good to be penetrated by my thing...? Hehehe... If I had known, I should have done it sooner!" Ted uttered lewd words.

"Waaah..." Aoba cried out loudly.

Ignoring her cries, Ted continued his violent thrusting into her injured secret passage. Aoba's secret passage was wet—was it love fluid or blood? It was impossible to tell.

"The best climax is coming soon, open your eyes and look carefully!"

Ted thrust rapidly, pressing down on Aoba's neck. His fingertips tightened, gripping her neck.

"Ugh..." Aoba struggled, gasping for breath.

But seeing Aoba's pain, Ted's face lit up with pleasure, revealing his true nature as a perverted killer.

"How is it? Enjoying it? My thing... is the best, right?" Ted murmured as if in a dream.

Aoba, her consciousness blurred by pain, didn't even have the strength to shake her head. Ted looked at her with excited eyes, thrusting his penis even harder. Due to the sudden stimulation, Aoba's reaction changed.

"Ah... ha... cough... ah... ah..."

"Hehehe... are you dazed? The real pleasure is just beginning, go wild!"

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Aoba opened her mouth wide, letting out incoherent gasps, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her brain was numb from the pleasure, and she no longer felt pain. The pleasure surging in her lower abdomen made her feel like she was on a cloud. The intense excitement caused Aoba's vagina to spasm uncontrollably.

"Oh...so tight...so tight...it's amazing!!" Ted shouted, his waist trembling.

"I'm going to come...I'm going to come...!!"

Ted's upper body arched back, and instantly, warm, white fluid shot out from his penis. He was stiff from the pleasure of ejaculation, and the hand gripping Aoba's neck tightened even more.

"Ugh..." Aoba gasped for breath, the pleasure gradually fading.

A warm feeling came from their joined parts.

Ted stared in surprise at Aoba's crotch, laughing with satisfaction: "Hehehe...you lost control...no matter how cute a girl is, they're all the same!"

Aoba's autonomic nervous system stopped functioning. The usually tense sphincter relaxed, and urine flowed from between the muscles. At the same time, the anus was stained with a brownish-red mucus. Aoba's heart pounded rapidly with its last strength.

Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump...

"Experiencing the ultimate pleasure, how about it? Looks like you don't even have the strength to answer... Hehehehehe!"

"..."

Just seconds before he could send Aoba to another world, Ted suddenly released his grip.

"Shut up, this is the most important moment. Get out!" Ted yelled.

Hearing his own voice, he looked around in panic, but of course, there was no one around.

"Wh-what?" Ted muttered to himself.

His hand left Aoba's neck, and Aoba gasped for breath, arching his back and coughing violently. Ted stared blankly around, and after a while, he realized: the voice had come from his own head.

"Who are you?"

the voice in his head answered. (My name is Jack, and this man is mine!)

"Hehehe... What nonsense! This man is mine. Get out of here!" Ted said with disgust.

Aoba, panting, crawled away from him, staring blankly into space. Then her consciousness gradually returned. She stared at Ted's strange behavior with unease and curiosity.

Ted frantically scratched his head, yelling at the voice in his head, "Stop nagging! Stop bothering me!"

(Your time is over! I can control you just like you secretly controlled that man!)

"Lies! I won't be fooled by your lies!"

(You'll find out soon enough!)

Although Aoba couldn't hear the words in his head, she could imagine that he was arguing with another personality.

(This is my answer.)

Ted tried to abandon his body, his consciousness heading deeper into his brain. However, Jack excluded the part controlled by Ted, completely taking over John's brain. Ted gritted his teeth in frustration.

Aoba took deep breaths to regain her strength, hoping to escape while he wasn't looking. But Ted's actions stunned Aoba.

"W-What are you doing... Stop, stop! Don't do this!"

Ted's face was contorted with fear. His hand moved against his will, picking up the pistol from the ground.

"Hey... Don't do this! Please... Aren't we partners... We should coexist!"

(Quiet down!)

Ted's eyes widened in terror as he slowly raised his hand, pointing the gun at his temple.

"No... Please... No..." Ted pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

(Goodbye, Ted!)

"Waaaaah...!!"

He pulled the trigger. The gun fired, sending a sideways impact to Ted's head. The golden bottle pierced his temple. The bolt flying from his head made him look like a freak created by scientists. A bluish-white flash of light emanated from the metal bottle, enveloping Ted's convulsing body. Ted's previously fierce expression transformed into a confident, cold laugh.

"Hahaha..."

Aoba stared at him, a chill running down her spine, her body trembling.

Ted's laughter gradually subsided, his body collapsing limply, unconscious from the electric shock.

Aoba dared not move. She feared the monster with the metal bottle in its head would suddenly stand up. But she couldn't stay here forever. To report what had happened to Elisa and Sherry, she forced herself to her feet and ran frantically forward, trembling.

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