【The Fantasy Land of the Beasts - The Scarlet Devil Mansion: Patchouli Chapter】(Part 1) Author: A Master of Soy Sauce Poetry

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Patchouli rubbed her eyes and got up from her desk. She had stayed up too late reading last night, and her body couldn't withstand
the mental exhaustion, so she could only fall asleep against the desk.
Standing up, Patchouli then noticed that a thick blanket had slipped off her back. Picking up the fallen blanket
, Patchouli glanced at the little devil who was now asleep on the desk and gave him a loving smile.
Last night, he probably covered her with a blanket again, then helped organize the bookshelf, and even
kept watch at night, finally falling asleep because he couldn't stay awake any longer.
Considering how hard you've worked, I'll let you off this time. Picking up a grimoire she hadn't finished reading the night before
, Patchouli quietly flew into the air. Even among witches, Patchouli
was quite an oddity. Compared to other witches, Patchouli was remarkably weak, suffering from anemia and asthma; her physical condition
was worse than that of ordinary people.
Her ruffled nightgown swayed in the wind, revealing her jade-like feet encased in white stockings. Although
her pink lace panties were clearly visible underneath, Patchouli
wasn't worried about being exposed in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, a place exclusively for women. Underneath her nightgown, she wore only simple underwear and
stockings for warmth; she didn't even intend to wear shoes.
Finding a suitable spot among the bookshelves, Patchouli opened the grimoire and began reading again.
However, before Patchouli could notice, a strange fluctuation spread throughout the entire Great Library.
Simultaneously, the surrounding environment was silently changing. The imp's figure had vanished;
except for the bookshelves near Patchouli, the rest of the library had been transformed into layers of flesh, as if
inside the body of some creature.
The books on the shelves also silently changed without Patchouli's reaction, their contents shifting from grimoires to erotic knowledge, along with various novels and illustrated texts… In an instant, this once 　　magical library,
brimming with countless knowledge, had become a wicked library of lust. 　　The pleasure of the lewd beasts began to shift from Izayoi Sakuya and Kurenai Meiling; the immovable Great Library—Patchouli 　　Knowledge—was already its third prey! 　　Inside the space of desire, two pale, fleshy bodies writhed on the ground, silver mid-length hair and long red hair intertwined, sweat pouring from their bodies, their lewd moans 　　echoing through the space, 　　igniting lust and making blood boil . 　　"Ah...so good, Meiling, your pussy is so...tight...ah...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...thick 　　and hot...semen, it's going to fill your...body...Ahhhhh!!!" 　　Sakuya frantically shook her hips, her waist moving at breakneck speed as if equipped with a motor, fueled by boundless stamina. 　　Her body firmly pressed down on Meiling, her long, perfect legs pinned to her chest by her hands. Sakuya 　　was now suppressing Meiling with a domineering motion. Meiling, pinned beneath her, trembled uncontrollably, her eyes 　　rolling back, tears mingling with sweat. Meiling was powerless to resist, only able to endure this storm 　　of orgasms. 　　The super-sized tentacle-like penis thrust against the uterine wall again and again. Each time it broke through the cervix, 　　a large bulge would appear in Meiling's belly, as if a fist had been inserted, and then, as it was withdrawn, splattered her vaginal fluids 　　onto both women. 　　Just before ejaculation, the already ridiculously large penis swelled even more, 　　making Hong Meiling even more disheveled. She felt completely broken, devoid of reason, 　　her mind blank and incapable of thought. She could only vent her desires with primal roars and 　　release her pleasure with lewd sounds. 　　"Shoot...shoot inside...ha...shoot it all inside, Miss Sakuya, it's so thick...ah...so big...... 　　not good enough...Miss Sakuya...it's going to break...ah!!!" Two pale 　　bodies collided repeatedly, the sounds of slapping echoing, a lewd atmosphere spreading outwards. Unfortunately, 　　besides the two women engaged in intercourse, there was only one lewd beast still at the crucial moment. Otherwise, 　　this scene alone would have been enough to drive countless men mad, joining the intercourse and 　　instantly transforming the scene of just the two of them into a lewd party, filling their bodies with semen and staining them with white fluid. 　　"I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhh!!!" "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, 　　ee-yaaaaaaa!!!" Suddenly, his hands, which had been loose, tightly gripped Hong Meiling's small waist. Hong Meiling's legs also 　　loosened at once, one leg dangling on Sakuya's shoulder, the other leg sideways, allowing Sakuya to thrust straight 　　in. Sakuya seemed to want to pierce through Hong Meiling's entire body, his huge penis thrusting in with all his might, and with 　　this impact, hot semen also erupted. The huge amount of ejaculation was simply beyond what the human body could withstand. 　　In just three seconds, Hong Meiling's belly had already swelled up like that of an eight-month pregnant woman. 　　However, this was only the beginning. The semen flowed backward, washing over Sakuya's large penis. At this moment, 　　the squirting brought by the orgasm also exerted force. The semen that shot onto the uterine wall and then rushed back, combined with the huge amount of 　　vaginal fluid from the squirting, actually pushed Sakuya back. Without Sakuya's support, Hong Meiling trembled and lay 　　in the small pool of semen and vaginal fluid mixed together, revealing a satisfied and happy broken smile. She murmured 　　, "It's...it's broken...my vagina is broken...it's...ha...it can't go back, uterine intercourse 　　...ah...it's too...too good...normal intercourse...it's...it's...it can't satisfy me anymore..." 　　Hong Meiling was overwhelmed by this pleasure, and Sakuya was also unable to stop ejaculating. His hands were holding his 　　super cannon as if he were holding a stick, and the semen was still shooting out wildly, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. The hot 　　semen was scattered all over the ground, and at the same time, Sakuya and Hong Meiling were also soaked in this white fluid.

The sheer volume of semen from just one penis was equivalent to the simultaneous ejaculation of hundreds, even thousands, of people,
creating a pool on the ground large enough to hold both of them.
"Ah, ha... why... can't I stop... ah... come, I want... more... keep shooting
... ha, ha, I can't take it anymore... I'm going to come again..." Her trembling legs couldn't support her body, and she
collapsed softly to the ground. Her flushed and dazed face stared blankly at the sky. Her convulsing body
intensified with each wave of orgasm, until finally, her brain was overwhelmed by the endless pleasure. Sakuya relinquished
control of the penis, collapsing directly into the pool of semen, letting it ejaculate on its own. She only needed endless pleasure
.
Not long after they collapsed, a massive mountain of flesh began to approach from afar. Sensing the arrival of the main body
, the enormous penis slowly shrank and transformed, finally becoming a slug-like creature that crawled off Sakuya's body
and flew into the mountain of flesh.
The instant it flew into the heart of the mountain of flesh, it underwent a dramatic transformation.
A crack opened in the middle, revealing a humanoid being at its center. Soon after, the humanoid opened its
eyes, its red pupils gleaming with lust. The mountain then released its restraints, and the humanoid
slowly emerged. A strong body, handsome features, short silver hair, and
an overwhelming aura of masculine hormones—almost any female would feel a
surge of attraction upon seeing it, even instantly becoming aroused. This aura alone was comparable to a potent aphrodisiac!
Males, on the other hand, would succumb to this terrifying pressure. The oppressive force from above the food chain rendered them powerless
to resist, leaving them only to gaze at it in fear. This was 　　the humanoid body created by
the lewd beast after absorbing the blood of Izayoi Sakuya and Akane Misuzu, to facilitate its movements . 　　Having obtained the virgin blood of these two women, neither of whom were weak, the beast's power had been 　　greatly amplified, unlocking even more abilities. This humanoid body was part of that power. 　　However, rather than transforming into a human form, it was more like a clone separated from its original body and 　　then shaped into a human form. Whether observed in terms of strength, speed, or internal structure, it was far beyond human 　　capabilities. Its appearance was modeled after Hong Meiling and Sakuya, and its body was based on their power 　　attributes. 　　However, this was only a rough construct and needed further refinement. 　　Thus, the beast's next target was decided: 　　Patchouli Knowledge, the brain of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, the librarian of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, who had read countless 　　books, and whose knowledge was astonishingly vast. If it possessed this knowledge, it could 　　overcome its current shortcomings. 　　While the Desire Space was very effective, and the flesh mountain form was also excellent, 　　the human will lurked within the not-yet-fully-assimilated soul. The beast's soul preferred 　　this human body to the pleasure of intercourse using the flesh mountain. 　　Besides, some parts weren't suitable for the flesh mountain; ultimately, the human body was essential. 　　After slightly warming up to ensure there wouldn't be any major problems, the beast glanced at 　　Sakuya and Hong Meiling, who were convulsing in the small, cloudy pool of semen. Sakuya's silver hair made it less noticeable, 　　but dried semen stains were visible on Hong Meiling's red hair. Both women had a few drops of uncongealed 　　liquid on their satisfied lips, smiling foolishly. 　　Seeing the two women's current state, a wicked smile appeared on the beast's face. It slowly stepped into 　　the pool of semen. Instantly, the semen, which initially had only a slight aphrodisiac effect, was rapidly amplified, transforming into the most potent 　　aphrodisiac. 　　" 　　Eee 　　- 　　yaa 　　...　　　　　　　　　　Amidst the pain and the unparalleled ecstasy, a turbulent interplay of sensations, as if 　　constantly teetering between heaven and hell, extreme feelings relentlessly assaulted the mind. Faced with this terrifying pleasure, both 　　Sakuya and Hong Meiling had lost their reason, transforming into beasts driven only by lust. They were unable to escape this terrifying 　　vortex of desire. 　　Seeing the two women's wanton behavior, the lewd beast was extremely satisfied. His naked body slowly approached the two women; the pleasurable 　　activity had only just begun. He wouldn't give up 　　playing with these two sex toys until he had ejaculated a hundred times. 　　In this space with endless time and boundless energy, the lewd beast still 　　had all sorts of things he wanted to play with that 　　he hadn't yet experienced! 　　"I'm going to die! No! It 　　won't go in, ouch! ... 　　"Come on, the game has only just begun!" 　　Ten 　　minutes after Sakuya disappeared, a small crack opened outside the Scarlet Devil Mansion, and Sakuya and Hong Meiling 　　slowly emerged from it. However, compared to their usual selves, Hong Meiling and Sakuya 　　looked somewhat different.

Their fair skin was flushed, and they walked unsteadily
, trembling slightly with each step, their blush deepening. Unseen by anyone,
beneath their seemingly ordinary clothes, countless tiny suction cups were drawing in the sweat secreted from their bodies.
Before releasing them, the beast's massive semen, combined with its various abilities, had completely transformed their bodies,
inside and out.
Hong Meiling: Breast milk modification, uterus modification, excretion modification, anus modification, vaginal modification, skin sensitivity modification, sense of smell
modification, sense of taste modification, digestive system modification, thigh sensitivity modification, sweat gland modification.
Izayoi Sakuya: Clitoral modification, uterus modification, excretion modification, anus modification, vaginal modification, skin
sensitivity modification, sense of smell modification, sense of taste modification, digestive system modification, thigh sensitivity modification, sweat gland modification.
The two women underwent similar modifications. Sakuya and Hong Meiling's already impressive bodies
became even more perfect under the beast's alterations. Hong Meiling's enormous breasts were transformed to produce breast milk
, further increasing their size. Sakuya's clitoris was modified;
after tentacles were implanted, it could freely transform into a penis, and ejaculation was no problem.
Furthermore, both women were deeply addicted to semen; their senses of smell and taste were altered, and just
smelling it brought them to near orgasm, while swallowing it felt like tasting unparalleled deliciousness.
To complement their long, perfect thighs, the beast
further enhanced the sensitivity of their thighs after increasing skin sensitivity. The friction of their clothes, the sensation of contact while walking, and the beast's
teasing—just walking together felt like being in the midst of sex.
The modifications to their digestive system, excretion system, and anus have completely transformed their anus into another vulva,
capable of secreting large amounts of vaginal fluid. Simultaneously, an alternate space connecting to the uterus has been created inside,
splitting the injected semen in two: one half enters the intestines, and the other half enters the uterus.
The modifications to their vaginas are solely to accommodate larger penises and to ensure they are all "
female treasures," not easily broken.
In short, after the beast's modifications, the two women are now completely transformed into beings existing only for sex
. If the beast hadn't forcibly imposed abstinence on them,
the next instant after emerging from the desire space, the two women would likely have rushed to the human world to find a man for release, or engaged in open
sexual intercourse, or even sought out a wild beast for satisfaction.
Although he could take over the entire Gensokyo in an instant, for greater pleasure, the Beast
would play with it slowly. His first target was the Scarlet Devil Mansion; after turning everyone there into sex toys
, his next targets would be the Hakurei Shrine and the House of the Lost.
However, he needed Patchouli's knowledge beforehand.
[Acting on orders]
"Yes, Master." *2
A seductive reply, barely managing to maintain her climax, the Scarlet Devil Mansion appeared
perfectly normal on the outside. But no one noticed that Sakuya paused after each step
, and her previously weak breathing gradually intensified, a few lewd
moans reaching Hong Meiling's ears, causing her to tremble slightly, a few drops of clear liquid
dripping from beneath her cheongsam.
Although, under the Beast's tutelage, Sakuya's adoration and admiration for Remilia had been transferred to
him, in Sakuya's eyes, the Beast had replaced Remilia. Although Sakuya still
loved Remilia, she was no longer able to suppress her lustful desires. In fact, due to the corrosive influence of lust, this affection
had been replaced by sex. At this moment, Sakuya's heart no longer desired to continue serving Remilia, but rather
to brutally possess her like Hong Meiling had, turning her into her sex toy.
Driven by lust, Sakuya was somewhat dazed, but she and Hong Meiling supported each other. Consumed
by lust, the two were now secretly extending the clutches of their lustful desires towards the master of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. The vampire sisters were slowly
falling into that terrifying vortex of lust.
(The next chapter will be written together by the vampire sisters, not separately.)
Meanwhile, inside the Bavaru Grand Library, which had been moved to the space of desire,
Patchouli rubbed her sore eyes after finishing reading the magic book she hadn't finished reading the night before. Although she had become an immortal witch,
her weakened constitution still made it difficult for her to withstand such strenuous activity.
What's wrong with the temperature today? It seemed a bit too hot. After finishing the grimoire, Patchouli realized that
something was off about her surroundings. Compared to the usual Bavaru Grand Library, the temperature today
was inexplicably much higher. This heat made even her, dressed rather lightly, feel hot. She
used a little water magic to cool down, but it was still quite scorching. Sweat dripped from her brow. After hesitating
for a moment, Patchouli slowly pulled open her robe, revealing her fair breasts. "Anyway, there's no one
else in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, so it doesn't matter if I show a little, right..." She seemed a little ashamed of this behavior. Her pale face, which had been deprived of sunlight for a long time , gained a rosy hue, 　　adding even more charm
to her already superhuman beauty. 　　Strangely enough, after loosening her clothes a little, Patchouli felt the temperature drop, no 　　longer rising as before. But if she tightened her clothes a little more, she felt too hot. 　　Left with no other choice, Patchouli could only pull her robe down to barely cover her chest, revealing only her collarbone. 　　At this moment, Patchouli's impressive figure, which had been hidden beneath the robe, was slowly revealed. 　　Her breasts were no less enormous than those of Hong Meiling before her transformation, along with a rather youthful face and the height of a middle school student 　　—a perfect example of "baby face, big breasts." 　　Having finished reading a book, she casually placed the magic book aside. Since the little devil would be coming to tidy it up soon 　　, she didn't need to worry too much about its placement.

Using flight magic to propel herself a short distance, Patchouli browsed the books on the shelves. The
Bavaru Grand Library contained an immense number of books; even after decades of study, Patchouli hadn't read them all. Therefore, it 　　was quite normal
to find books she hadn't seen before . 　　 It seemed her luck was good today; these were all books she'd never seen before. A quick glance at the many 　　books revealed names she'd almost never heard of, which 　　excited Patchouli, who possessed a great curiosity for knowledge. Casually pulling a thin magic book from the shelf, Patchouli eagerly 　　opened it, trying to memorize all the knowledge. Her little mouth murmured incantations, quietly reciting the text. 　　"Mating, also known as sexual intercourse... the vagina is also called the cunt... the secreted fluid is called vaginal fluid 　　... the anus, besides excretion, also has the function of mating... semen... squirting..." She recited many obscene 　　facts, yet Patchouli didn't find anything strange; instead, she continued reading with great interest. 　　However, with each sentence, a flush gradually spread across Patchouli's body, her breathing became increasingly 　　heavy, and her eyes became somewhat glazed. 　　A few minutes later, Patchouli quickly finished reading the not-too-thick magic book. After finishing, 　　she sat on the ground, somewhat exhausted, a small wet patch appearing between her legs, and an obscene aura 　　filled the air. 　　"Ha... ha... so... there's... such... ha... knowledge... today 　　... has been quite fruitful... ah..." Just reading one book left Patchouli feeling utterly 　　powerless. The emptiness in her lower body was also extremely uncomfortable; she constantly craved something to touch that area—yes, just 　　a touch would suffice. 　　 "Want to...touch...that side..." Patchouli hesitated, glancing at the slightly damp hem of her nightgown. She 　　gritted her teeth, looked around to make sure no one was watching, 　　then used magic to create a makeshift protective barrier. Her face flushed, as if she were doing something incredibly shameful, she carefully lifted her nightgown. Her left hand gripped 　　the hem, while her right hand slipped under the skirt from the other side, gently stroking her slightly protruding clitoris. 　　"Ah..." "Ha..." "Mmm...Eee-ya-ah..." She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds, not wanting to let out 　　those shameful moans. However, her long nails gently rubbed her clitoris, 　　and although she wanted to stop, her body followed the deeper desires within her, showing no sign of stopping. At the same time, a 　　strange pleasure she had never experienced before surged from her lower body. 　　"Ugh... How... Ah... So comfortable... I just can't stop..." The suppressed 　　moans carried a hint of shame, but just like Patchouli's self-talk, even knowing that such behavior was 　　shameful, especially in this library, she still couldn't stop. Counting the time before she became a witch 　　, this was the first time in over a hundred years that Patchouli had experienced joy beyond reading. She had never imagined that 　　there could be anything in the world that brought her more joy than reading. 　　Patchouli's entire consciousness was focused on this moment; the previously gentle rubbing motions began to 　　intensify, and her sensitive body trembled slightly. A trickle of clear liquid slowly flowed from her vagina, beginning 　　to soak her white lace panties. At this moment, Patchouli no longer thought about anything else; she dared not imagine 　　what would happen if Remi, Marisa, the little devil, and Sakuya saw her like this. Since 　　she couldn't bear to imagine it, she might as well keep going and make herself happier... 　　 Maybe they'd look down on her... I could actually... be such a lewd girl... 　　This thought inexplicably flashed through her mind. It should have been incredibly shameful, yet strangely, Patchouli 　　felt it wasn't so bad. Being looked at with those eyes seemed like a good option... 　　This strange feeling was no less intense than her current actions! 　　Startled by her own thoughts, Patchouli unconsciously increased the pressure on her fingers. 　　"Eek! This...no, I'm going to...I can't stop!" Her already near 　　-limited lower body couldn't withstand the stimulation, her voice suddenly rising in pitch. Then, her body trembled violently, and Patchouli 　　slowly slid off the bookshelf. A faint sound of water flowed from her lower body. Her face 　　was flushed and dazed. The sudden orgasm, experiencing this feeling for the first time, made Patchouli lose all reason 　　, quietly savoring the afterglow. 　　Her body was still trembling slightly, her hands too lazy to move, and she didn't want to stop the flow of vaginal fluid, letting her 　　white lace panties get wet. 　　The pleasure of her first masturbation was like a drug, deeply ingrained in Patchouli's mind. This same feeling 　　, once experienced, almost always made her want to seek it again. 　　However, Patchouli still retained a sliver of reason. After a long while, regaining some strength and 　　a portion of her sanity, Patchouli struggled to her feet. However, the cool sensation in her lower body and the strange 　　smell in the air made Patchouli blush. She quietly took off her underwear and placed it in a special space, then used magic 　　to dispel the smell. Looking at her robe, now completely soaked at the hem, Patchouli hesitated for a moment before slowly 　　taking it off. 　　Seeing the large puddle of water on her robe, Patchouli's blush deepened, and her eyes darted around uncertainly 　　. "So much… I… could I really be… a slutty girl…?" Although 　　her face was still very red, Patchouli changed into new clothes and carefully 　　put away all the clothes stained with her love fluid. 　　Half an hour later, Patchouli had regained much of her strength. She removed the protective barrier she had set up around her, blushing 　　as she cleaned up the traces of her orgasm. Finally, she cautiously looked around to make sure no one was passing by before letting out 　　a sigh of relief. 　　Masturbating in such a tense environment would provide pleasure several times greater than usual 　　, and with forbidden sensations surrounding her, even though the afterglow had faded for some time, Patchouli's body 　　seemed to be aroused again.

Shifting her attention, she looked at her slender hands. Although she had dried them, she
still felt a little awkward whenever she saw them.
It was as if there was still a trace of sticky fluid on her fingertips, as if the faint fragrance hadn't dissipated. Thinking of this
, Patchouli seemed to recall the ecstasy she had just experienced, her reason vanished, she couldn't think of anything, she
felt as if she were in heaven.
Her hand had once again slipped under her skirt, and her body felt hot again. Looking around, she saw no
one. Patchouli hesitated for a moment. Having learned from her previous experience, this time Patchouli first took off her underwear, looked at
her loose robe, and then untied it as well.
Although still quite young, her undeniably voluptuous body was displayed among the bookshelves.
Her pale skin, caused by illness, gave her a sickly appearance. Her fair skin was delicate and flawless, her smooth body without
any blemishes, even her genitals were smooth. Meanwhile, a faint, virginal fragrance filled the air
, deeply captivating those who wanted to pity the frail girl, yet also harboring
an impulse to overpower Patchouli and ravage her.
After tidying up her clothes and putting them away, Patchouli, though resolute, still felt incredibly shy when her skin was exposed to the outside world and felt a slight chill. 　　Was it really alright
to do such a thing in this sacred library …? 　　Forbidden desires lingered in her mind. Patchouli hesitated for a long time, then gave up thinking further 　　. She would satisfy her desire first, and then continue. 　　 Just one more time, just one more time. Afterwards, she would quietly read, and 　　do such things again later… She silently repeated this to herself, as if trying to hypnotize herself. As if thinking of something, Patchouli 　　looked at her full and firm breasts and suddenly wondered what it would 　　feel like to touch them. 　　Once the thought crossed her mind, she couldn't stop herself. Carefully removing her lace bra, 　　she gently touched her breasts, a strange sensation she'd never experienced before washing over her. Patchouli didn't know how to 　　describe the feeling, but her body felt incredibly pleasurable. So Patchouli quickly accepted the sensation, and 　　before she knew it, her nipples had swelled up. Looking at this novel sight, Patchouli didn't hesitate 　　much and pressed them against her nipples. 　　Soon, Patchouli realized how reckless she had been. 　　"Ah..." An almost uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. Although she quickly covered her mouth with her left hand, 　　the alluring sound still escaped. The shameful cry made Patchouli's face flush crimson 　　, as if it were burning. Looking around to make sure no one was passing by and that the little devil seemed to be still asleep, 　　Patchouli finally breathed a sigh of relief. 　　It felt as if every bone in her body had been removed; she trembled violently, even her supporting legs 　　shook, and Patchouli could barely stand. She could only lean against the bookshelf 　　for balance. 　　A tingling sensation spread from her nipples throughout her body, as if her bones were about to melt away. For some reason, 　　Patchouli's left hand moved with practiced ease over her breasts, bringing wave after wave of pleasure. Her fingers pressed against her 　　small, erect nipples, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rubbing them back and forth. Her sensitive body began 　　to stiffen, the preservative-induced climax approaching. Suddenly, her fingers tightened, the unexpected attack almost making Patchouli 　　cry out. The strange sensation of pain mixed with pleasure assaulted her nerves, nearly causing her voice to escape her throat 　　. 　　However, Patchouli wisely swallowed the sound, so only more 　　erotic "oohs" escaped her lips. 　　Driven by desire, her right hand slowly moved down from her chest, beginning to touch the already slightly moist 　　little garden. This time, Patchouli didn't rub the erect clitoris, but instead began to caress 　　her genitals, which were already secreting copious amounts of fluid. 　　Feeling the wetness in her palm, Patchouli's face flushed even more; her sensitive body allowed her to 　　experience pleasure more quickly and intensely. 　　Her palm gently pressed against the small clitoris, while her middle finger carefully probed into the tight little passage. 　　Although Patchouli's body was much better than Remilia and Flandre, 　　it was absolutely incomparable to Sakuya and Hong Meiling. Her 　　still somewhat immature body could only accommodate one finger at the moment, but even so, Patchouli felt 　　an unprecedented sense of fullness surge into her heart, and the emptiness was far away. 　　 This is...the feeling of fulfillment...so...comfortable... In a moment of distraction, her fingers suddenly began 　　to tremble uncontrollably, running rampant inside her, digging into the raised folds, scraping at that sensitive passage. 　　The finger that had only initially inserted its first joint suddenly thrust deeper, and in an instant, the middle finger was completely 　　submerged. 　　"Plop—" 　　The sudden insertion of the index finger created a soft, flowing sound. In that instant, Patchouli's sensitive body reacted accordingly 　　, her head tilting back, her long hair flying and touching the bookshelf. Her body stiffened abruptly, her back 　　arching straight. Then, her body began to tremble violently, like a sieve shaking. 　　"Ah, haa...uh...again, again..." A wave of pleasure enveloped her, making Patchouli feel 　　as if she were in an ocean of pleasure. Reason was like a small boat on that vast sea, 　　powerless against the raging storm, quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure. 　　As her consciousness faded, Patchouli's honeypot continued to secrete copious amounts of lustful fluid. The "drip-drip" 　　sound of the excess fluid pooling on the ground reached her ears. The occasional rustling 　　of pages in the wind around her made Patchouli tense, as if someone was approaching. This 　　sudden tension brought an unparalleled sense of taboo, and in an instant, even more heat seemed to surge from her hidden private parts 　　, warm liquid flowing down her thighs. Her pure white stockings were soaked, becoming semi-transparent, 　　adding even more eroticism to the situation.

After the climax, her brain was still savoring the brief afterglow, but her body had lost all strength
. She slowly slid off the bookshelf, finally landing on her bottom in the puddle of water on the floor, completely ruining
her white stockings.
Knowing how much she had leaked, Patchouli felt
a pang of shame about her wanton body. Her weak index finger slid limply from her vagina,
releasing all the fluid that had been blocked by her finger, creating a slight stimulation that made Patchouli feel an even longer afterglow of orgasm.
Already weak, her body had been further weakened by two consecutive orgasms, each stronger than the last. Even
a witch like her could only lie weakly on the floor, smelling the faint scent of her own secretions.
Patchouli's shame made her want to hide.
But now she was powerless; moving, even twitching a finger, was an incredibly
difficult task. Her mind, reeling from the climax, was also in a state where
the possibility of using magic was ruled out.
Coupled with her still slightly twitching body, Patchouli was undoubtedly at her weakest
point ever. Any ordinary villager could easily capture her and take her home,
then, under the lure of desire, force her until she couldn't even move a finger.
Fortunately, only Patchouli and the little devil were in the library. The little devil was still asleep. As long as
nothing too serious happened, Patchouli could wait until she recovered her strength and then use magic to cover up
the traces, so no one would know she had masturbated there.
In a sense, magic is indeed a very convenient thing.
However, sometimes the things we least want to happen are the ones that happen most often.
"Lady Patchouli, Lady Patchouli, is Lady Patchouli there? If so, please respond.
Lady Patchouli is looking for you..." The voice of Hong Meiling called from afar, and Patchouli's body stiffened abruptly,
a hint of fear appearing on her face. Why was Hong Meiling coming at this time!?
No, no, that's not the point. What would happen if Hong Meiling saw her in this lewd state
!? Patchouli dared not imagine. But for some reason, a voice deep within her whispered
: [Let her see, see your current state...] [It's alright, if there are any problems
, let her taste this pleasure too, let her become your partner...] [
Wouldn't it be too lonely to be alone? You also want a companion, don't you? She's a good choice...]
...
As if a demon were whispering in her ear, Patchouli tried her best to suppress her current state, but this couldn't stop
Hong Meiling from approaching. The footsteps grew clearer, and Hong Meiling's calls
grew louder. Patchouli's heart sank with each heavier footstep.
Please, please don't come any closer! Go that way, go that way! Just as Hong Meiling
was about to reach the gap in the bookshelf where Patchouli was, it was as if heaven had heard Patchouli's plea. Hong Meiling
stood on the edge of the bookshelf where Patchouli was lying, and Patchouli, lying on the ground, could even see Hong Meiling's bright
red hair!
"Huh? That's strange, where did Lady Patchouli go?" Hong Meiling scratched her head in confusion, her long
hair flying as she turned, making Patchouli's heart pound. Patchouli
was now very close to Hong Meiling; if Hong Meiling had moved
even slightly more, or taken a few more steps, she would have seen Patchouli's lewd posture.
Patchouli was now doing her best to control her racing heartbeat and was even holding her breath.
Hong Meiling was a powerful martial artist; if her heart was beating too fast or her breathing too loudly,
she might be detected.
Although a restless desire was tempting her, as long as her reason prevailed, Patchouli's thoughts were
ultimately just thoughts, existing only in her mind.
"Ugh...it seems Lady Patchouli isn't here. Oh well, I'll look around the other side." Looking around and
finding no one, Hong Meiling realized they were quite far inland and gave up
searching, instead slowly walking back the way they came.
Hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Patchouli's heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down. She let out a sigh of
relief. Thank goodness! For the first time, Patchouli was grateful that Hong Meiling wasn't as serious as Sakuya; otherwise
… Patchouli didn't even want to imagine what would have happened.
Startled by Hong Meiling's outburst, Patchouli's consciousness could no longer linger in the afterglow of her climax.
She quickly calmed herself, allowing her to use magic again.
After confirming there were no major problems with the spell's execution, Patchouli washed her body with water magic, dried
herself, hurriedly put on a robe, and flew towards the direction Hong Meiling had gone. Fortunately, Patchouli often flew
; otherwise, with her unsteady gait, she wouldn't have been able to even stand up, let alone walk.
But once airborne, Patchouli discovered a fatal flaw: she had forgotten to wear underwear.
Underneath her robe, she was only wearing almost transparent stockings. In other words, Patchouli was now completely naked
!
Oh no… I was in too much of a rush when I came out… Oh well, if Remi
bothers me without something important, I'll teach her a lesson! Trying not to give herself away by going commando,
Patchouli, her face slightly flushed, caught up with Hong Meiling, who was calling out in another direction.
As Patchouli approached Hong Meiling, she tried to sound indifferent to
appear natural. "Meiling, what brings you here?" "Ah, Lady Patchouli, the young lady said
she needs to speak with you. Sakuya went out shopping, so I'm relaying the message." Hong Meiling seemed as
energetic as ever, perhaps from running around too much; her face was flushed, and she
was covered in sweat, a faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her.
Oh no… The faint fragrance emanating from the woman made Patchouli feel a
tingling sensation between her legs, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together. Her expression remained largely unchanged. “I understand,
Meiling, you can continue guarding the door.” “Okay, then I’ll take my leave, Lady Patchouli.” Meiling waved
, about to leave, when suddenly her nose twitched, and she looked at Patchouli with a strange expression. “Lady Patchouli,
do you smell something strange? It’s fragrant and sweet…” “—!” Patchouli’s body
tensed instinctively, and cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead. Oh no—! She forgot Meiling’s nose was
quite sensitive; the scent from before hadn’t completely dissipated! “It’s probably because the little devil spilled some juice
and hasn’t been cleaned up yet.” Patchouli lied without changing her expression. She’d try to hide it for now.
She was so flustered when she came out! She should have prepared more before coming out. Damn it, the world is like this!
"Is that so? But the smell is a bit strange. It doesn't quite smell like juice." Scratching her face, Hong Meiling still felt
something was off. But she quickly changed the subject, "Well then, Lady Patchouli, I'll be going now. Miss, I'll
wait for you at the usual place." "Okay." Watching Hong Meiling walk away, Patchouli couldn't help but let out a long sigh,
collapsing weakly onto her desk. Thank goodness, Hong Meiling wasn't that serious. Thank goodness Sakuya
went out shopping today. Thank goodness… She kept repeating "thank goodness" to herself. This day had been so exciting, it was really
enough.
Her vision blurred; Patchouli knew she'd been too tense earlier, and her anemia had flared up again. After resting for a bit
, Patchouli flew out of the Grand Library and went inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion to find Remilia.
Remilia was still in the master bedroom. When Patchouli opened the door, Remilia was already
seated, elegantly sipping her mixed-race red tea, with Sakuya standing respectfully to the side. To Patchouli's surprise, Flandre
was also there, not resting in the basement today.
"Patch, Flandre and I are going out for a bit, would you like to come with us?" Remilia
gracefully put down her teacup, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and asked elegantly. Patchouli
gave Remilia a strange look. For some reason, Remilia looked different than usual
. She should be a vampire with low blood volume, but now her face was flushed, more like
a young girl her age. But for a vampire… Looking at her slightly disheveled clothes, she glanced at
Flandre, who was slumped over the table, also flushed and disheveled.
Patchouli guessed that the two had played a game of cat and mouse before she arrived.
They had probably just finished by the time she got there; otherwise, given Remilia's aristocratic demeanor, she wouldn't have let her appear in such a disheveled state
before her.
"Where are we going?" The question was asked in her usual indifferent tone, a statement rather than a rhetorical question
—a talent in itself.
"Fran and I are going to the shrine to visit Reimu. Patchouli, do you want to come with us?"
Remilia seemed still a little out of breath, her face flushed, seemingly not yet recovered
.
"The shrine… never mind. I found some new books today. Let's go another time."
Patchouli had intended to agree, but for some reason, she suddenly changed her mind, politely declining Remilia's invitation.
Pushing back her chair and standing up, her legs still weak, Patchouli felt as if she were walking on cotton
, gritting her teeth to hold on. Sakuya, seemingly noticing something, wanted to help Patchouli
, but she waved her hand, refusing Sakuya's offer.
Just kidding, her body was still a bit sensitive, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Given Sakuya's
sensitivity, if she were helped up, she'd probably immediately notice something was wrong.
However, while she dodged Sakuya's kindness, Patchouli didn't dodge Flandre's attack.
"Bang!" "Ugh... Mmm!" A muffled thud, and Flandre suddenly jumped up, crashing into Patchouli's arms and catching her
. Patchouli, already in poor health, lost her balance and fell to the ground. Luckily,
thanks to Flandre's embrace, Patchouli's robe clung to her body, preventing any exposure.
However, the fall still affected Patchouli's sensitive body, almost causing her to let out a not-so-pleasant
groan.
"Hey, Patchouli, let's play a game together." Looking at Flandre's innocent smile, Patchouli couldn't bring
herself to lash out, even if she was angry. And whether Fran did it on purpose or not, she buried her face in her chest, her hot
breaths making a strange sensation on her chest. Without a bra, and with her nightgown so thin, it felt like Fran
was directly touching her breasts.
The breath on her chest, combined with the pressure of her face, made Patchouli's face flush instantly; her composure had vanished completely
. "Wait, Fran, get up first. I… um!" "Hmm? Patchouli?
Yours is so big, much bigger than my sister's. About the same size as Sakuya's." Fran—!!!
"
Second Miss!" Remilia and Sakuya were immediately flustered. Patchouli took the opportunity
to get up and put Fran down. With a blush that was seven parts shyness and three parts unknown, Patchouli
gave Fran a disapproving look, then flew away without another word, leaving Remilia and the other two behind.
Patchouli dared not linger any longer. Since her two acts of masturbation, she had found her body
increasingly sensitive. Even Fran's accidental touches had caused her to secrete
a trickle of lubrication. This made Patchouli involuntarily tighten her legs; if she stayed any longer, she feared she wouldn't be able to withstand
the urge. Or perhaps her sensitive body would lead to an even more embarrassing situation.
However, Patchouli, in her haste to leave, didn't notice something: shortly after she left, the
once noisy master bedroom suddenly fell silent.
In the quiet room, Remilia, panting, could no longer suppress the surging desire within her without Patchouli beside her. She
lay on the table, her hands hidden under her skirt; if one listened closely, a faint
vibration could be heard, along with an even fainter sound of flowing water.
"Mmm... Ah... This... No... Ah... Mmm... I'm going to... Ahh...
I'm going to... It's too... intense, no, no... Ahhh!!!" Her slender legs clamped together, but
this only brought more intense stimulation. Suddenly, Remilia's body shuddered, first stiffening, then
her bones seemed to go limp, and she slid limply off the chair.
Sakuya, however, reacted quickly, catching Remilia.
A strange smile played on Sakuya's lips as she supported Remilia with her left hand, while her right hand lifted the hem of Remilia's little dress
, revealing a shocking sight.
Two black leather straps were bound to her doll-like, delicate legs. On
the inside of her thighs, two small buttons were fixed, and the other extended a long, thin line that
stretched into Remilia's small body. One was inserted into her honey hole, while the other vibrated inside her anus.
Those were… vibrating eggs!
And judging by the setting and the intensity of the vibration, it was undoubtedly super high-level,
much stronger than a typical high-end vibrator. Looking at where Remilia was sitting, one would see
a large puddle of water on the chair, and the carpet on the floor was also soaked. Even now,
a large amount of love fluid was still slowly flowing from Remilia's honey hole, running down her thighs to the floor.
"Ah…no…um…don't…stop…ha…stop…no…I can't take it…ah
ah…" Remilia seemed to be pleading. Hearing Remilia's pleas, Sakuya revealed
a cruel smile. "Young lady, this won't do." Aren't you enjoying it too? "That expression on her face in front of Lady Patchouli...
it makes me want to play with her." "Sakuya..." On the other side, Flandre
's body was twitching slightly. Her young body couldn't withstand the onslaught of pleasure and had already fallen
into a coma. To prevent Flandre from revealing any flaws, all the pleasure in that short time had been stored up
. Not long after Patchouli left, all of that pleasure was released at once. Flandre
didn't even have time to cry out before she was trapped in an endless vortex of orgasm, unable to extricate herself.
Compared to Remilia, who could still put up some resistance, Flandre had completely succumbed. She had become
a beast of desire, completely subjugated at the feet of the lewd beast.
A small spatial rift opened in the master bedroom, and the naked humanoid body of the lewd beast walked out of the rift. Looking at
Flandre, who had already accumulated a puddle of water beneath her, the lewd beast didn't even look at her before throwing Flandre into the space behind her,
handing her over to its main body to continue developing and training her.
Seeing Remilia still showing some resistance, the lewd beast's handsome face revealed a terrifying and ferocious
smile, seemingly in high spirits.
"Come on, Remilia, the game is far from over, let's continue." "No...no! Don't come any closer!"
She seemed to struggle to break free from Sakuya's grasp, but after dozens of orgasms, Remilia was
already struggling to even hold a teacup, let alone break free from Sakuya's hold.
Watching the lewd beast approach her step by step in terror, Remilia's body began to tremble. She no longer
wanted to experience that terrifying hell, the endless orgasms. If it weren't for Patchouli's intervention, which allowed
the lewd beast a temporary respite, she would probably have already succumbed.
However, for some reason, beneath this fear, a glimmer of expectation and joy flickered in Remilia's eyes.
Seeing that expectation and joy in Remilia's eyes, the lewd beast knew one thing: his training
was mostly complete, and Remilia had begun to slowly accept everything from the depths of her heart.
Seemingly to prevent further violation, Remilia pressed her legs together, as if this would
protect her from harm. However, this was merely self-comfort. The lewd beast slowly increased its strength, gently
prying open her legs, which seemed like tightly closed doors, and then ran one hand over Remilia's wet genitals. First,
it pulled the vibrating egg from her vagina. The moment it was removed, Remilia's body convulsed again, and her vaginal fluids
splattered all over the floor, a hint of pleasure unconsciously appearing on her face.
Seeing Remilia like this, the lewd beast was in a good mood. Then it removed the vibrating egg from her anus
as well, causing Remilia to collapse on the verge of orgasm. Watching the waterfall-like amount of fluid
, the lewd beast couldn't help but sigh, the vampire's physical abilities truly far surpassed those of humans; just the amount of fluid alone was something
most people couldn't handle.
Remilia's body was small, and her genitals were naturally not very large either, easily grasped in one hand. The climax
continued, and in no time, the beast's hand became wet. Looking at
the water and slime on his palm, the beast's face appeared terrifying to Remilia.
"Taste what your own love juice tastes like!" Without a word, he pried open Remilia's lips
, inserting his finger into her cherry-like mouth, a sweet scent spreading through her mouth.
This is…my…love juice…? Lost in thought, Remilia unconsciously sucked on the finger
, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, her body relaxing unconsciously, and her thighs,
losing their previous strength, completely opening the door to her inside.
Lubricated by the love juice, there was no resistance, either outside or inside. His finger
stirred Remilia's tongue, diverting her attention, while on the other side, the thick penis
was already aimed at her honeypot, and without any foreplay, it plunged straight in!
"
Eee
...

Patchouli cast a small sleep spell on the little devil, allowing him to sleep better and be
unaffected by the outside environment. Patchouli didn't know why she cast such a spell, but she now desperately
wanted to read, to go to that bookshelf and look at the books she hadn't read yet, as if she would
die if she didn't.
Driven by this strange feeling, Patchouli returned to the bookshelf. The stains on the floor hadn't
been completely cleaned up; she had only hastily dealt with them before, and now, upon closer inspection, some traces
remained.
Seeing these small water stains and the faint, now thinned, scent in the air, Patchouli
blushed, surprised by her previous boldness. She had actually done
something so crazy; thinking about it now, it really wasn't like her usual self.
But… that feeling was subtly quite nice.
Wait, what am I thinking! Such an embarrassing thing… No, no, I need to focus on
my reading and not think about these things. Clearing her mind, Patchouli began searching the bookshelf. Browsing through
the shelves, a vast array of books flashed before her eyes. Besides the official documents, there were many other books: novels
, biographies, and illustrated popular science books. The sheer number was dazzling.
Strangely, however, the titles weren't written on the spines, only general categories,
leaving the reader to choose by chance.
But for Patchouli, a seasoned veteran of large libraries, this wasn't too difficult. After a careful
observation, Patchouli pulled a novel from the shelf. She looked at the yellow-covered
book, which read—
【The Lewd Girl of the Library】.
Upon seeing this erotic book, Patchouli's face flushed instantly.
Her body was firmly pressed against the bookshelf, her knees on the floor, her hands resting on the shelf, a seductive
pose presented before her, seemingly inviting others to violate her. The man's masculine body pressed down
on the girl, his thick fingers beginning to penetrate her... Patchouli's breathing became rapid
, as if she herself were being violated. Her vagina began to secrete thick, sticky fluid, and Patchouli involuntarily squeezed
her legs together. Her disordered breathing made her mind somewhat hazy, and she wanted to find something to rub against.
Even so, Patchouli still wanted to continue reading. The book's allure was too great,
making her unable to extricate herself, completely immersed in the pleasure it offered. And she seemed to have become the protagonist in the book,
feeling that shame and... pleasure.
...Under the man's threat, the girl dared not move. She could only let the man violate her. His rough
fingers slid incessantly across her clitoris, the rough skin providing even more stimulating friction. After just a few touches,
the girl's sensitive body couldn't withstand the stimulation and began to arouse... "Ugh...why
...why...um...am...so...good...ah..." Her flushed face showed
a hint of dazedness, but Patchouli didn't collapse. Even though her legs were weak and she could barely stand, it was as if
someone was pressing her against the bookshelf, unable to move. Her eyes could only continue to stare at the book,
and Patchouli found that she couldn't stop reading!
Her body was inexplicably hot, as if her whole body was burning up. Her heart, which should have calmed down
, was pounding. Anemia, which usually gave her warning signs, didn't appear today for some reason. Her breathing
was also quite smooth, without the usual asthma.
However, even without any special physical symptoms, her body felt even hotter. Her empty body craved something
, hoping to receive intense sustenance.
...The girl covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound, and dared not look back. Her eyes could only
peek through the gaps in the bookshelf, observing the occasional glances that swept over her. Even knowing
these people weren't seeing her, she still felt as if she were being publicly
violated by the man behind her. Whenever these glances passed over her, a surge of heat would suddenly rise within her,
like a waterfall... "Mmm... ooh... mmm... ha... mmm," she moaned weakly. Patchouli was like
the protagonist in this book, the forbidden feeling of being watched filling her heart, making her already sensitive
body even more vulnerable. Now, even a simple stroke of a finger on her skin was enough to give her
an unexpected pleasure.
Patchouli felt as if someone was caressing her, rough fingers tracing her body, then
teasing her genitals. She didn't know why, but she bit her lip, desperately suppressing the urge to moan within her
.
This posture seemed to further arouse the other's desire. The large hand became increasingly excessive, and Patchouli
's concentration gradually waned; she could no longer focus on her book.
Even when not reading, a voice seemed to be speaking in her mind, transmitting the book's contents
to her brain, forcing her to finish it.
...The girl's body felt as if all bones had been removed, her body limp against the bookshelf, her weak
breaths seemingly enticing the man to continue violating her. That fragile posture was simply unbearable, and
so was the man's. His breathing grew heavy, and his hands expertly removed the girl's clothes. Looking at
her smooth, milk-soaked back, the man swallowed hard; at that moment, he felt as if he were seeing a priceless
treasure.
Unable to resist the sensation of his erection any longer, the man unhesitatingly turned the girl over. Seeing her
flushed face, disheveled clothes, and specks of sweat, his weapon instantly swelled even more.
The girl felt a pang of panic and instinctively tried to escape, but in this cramped space, there was nowhere for
her to run. Patchouli also collapsed to the ground, her loose nightgown open, revealing her full
breasts, leaning against the bookshelf, her face flushed. Her misty eyes seemed to see a deadly
weapon; after reading the first book, Patchouli understood that it contained images of male genitalia. However, this...
The length and girth were terrifying, completely incomparable to the descriptions in the book.
No wonder the girl was so scared… This… is beyond human capabilities… For some
reason, Patchouli subconsciously had this thought. She felt a rod-shaped
piece of flesh rubbing against her face, the huge glans emitting a strong, fishy smell, tempting her hidden female
desire.
…The girl involuntarily opened her mouth, and the man took the opportunity to shove his weapon into her mouth
. In an instant, the man's body stiffened. The girl's small mouth was like a peerless treasure,
the dense, tightness almost causing him to ejaculate the moment it was inserted.
What powerful force! The narrow passage, and the suction! The man subconsciously gasped, and it
took him a long time to calm his surging emotions. Looking down at the girl's face, filled with fear, resentment,
and lust, the lust within the man was instantly and completely ignited. That stunningly beautiful face paired with that
expression was simply amazing!
Ignoring the girl's pleading expression, the man thrust his body violently as if penetrating a honeypot, his
thick member ramming wildly inside her mouth, causing tears to stream down the girl's face. Her tongue could only writhe involuntarily, which only brought
the man greater pleasure. Under the onslaught of this pleasure, it wasn't long before the man had to ejaculate
, a torrent of hot fluid erupting in his mouth.
An inexplicable stench made her want to vomit, but with the enormous weapon pressing against her, the girl
had no ability to resist and was forced to swallow the white, cloudy liquid. The girl's weak body couldn't withstand such
an impact, and after the man's ejaculation, she fainted. "As if suffocating, Patchouli's eyes
rolled back, as if something thick was pressing against her throat, making even breathing difficult.
A warm current swirled in her mouth, finally flowing down her throat.
After the warm current entered her body, Patchouli felt a surge of heat throughout her body, followed by an indescribable
sensation. Finally, Patchouli's mind went blank, and she fainted.
When Patchouli regained consciousness, she realized she had just had a wet dream. She was still in the Scarlet Devil Mansion,
her clothes slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed. However, her lower body
was now soaking wet from the dream. Combined with the sweat on her body, Patchouli's body was a complete mess.
Feeling the wetness, Patchouli was extremely ashamed and indignant. She rushed back to her room to wash herself,
but perhaps because of her recent orgasm, she unconsciously
let out a soft moan while wiping herself."
"Ugh...this won't do...damn it...um...again...hands...again...ha...um...
moving around...ahhh..." The water flowed over her body, bringing a strange sensation, as if someone was
caressing her. Although Patchouli tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart, these suppressed
moans only brought more eroticism.
Suppressing her surging desires, Patchouli finally finished washing
herself after a long time. Panting, Patchouli struggled to put on her nightgown. Her body, which had become unusually sensitive, now
felt like it was being electrocuted even by the touch of clothes. So, putting on clothes
was a real test for Patchouli.
What should have been a half-minute task was dragged out for ten minutes. Even after she was dressed
, she was covered in sweat, and the flush on her body and the unnatural blush on her face, combined with her
panting, made Patchouli look incredibly alluring.
"The book...the book isn't...read...finished..." Leaning against the wall, panting, Patchouli felt
dizzy; the anemia she hadn't experienced in a long time seemed to return.
Her vision blurred, her body felt weak and powerless, and even breathing felt difficult. Helpless, Patchouli
could only lean wearily against the wall, waiting for the symptoms to subside. However, she didn't wait long before she
fainted.
Unbeknownst to Patchouli, after she lost consciousness, someone quietly emerged from a corner. Looking
at the unconscious Patchouli, the person swallowed hard, then carried her frail body onto their back and headed into the library
.
So cold... The confusion in her mind gradually dissipated, and Patchouli felt her body slowly returning to her
control. However, at the same time, Patchouli felt a chill. Her body felt as if it were pressed against an
iron plate; the chill on her back was more intense than elsewhere. Still half-asleep 　　, Patchouli
tried to sit up, but a metallic clanging sound reached her ears, followed by a chill on her wrist. Startled, the remaining confusion in her mind vanished, 　　and she instantly awoke. 　　Opening her eyes and looking around, Patchouli was horrified to find herself bound to a large iron plate! 　　Her nightgown was nowhere to be seen; all she was wearing were her white lace 　　stockings. Her bra and panties were gone, and her nightcap was missing. 　　"W-what is this…" "Oh, Lady Patchouli is awake." A familiar voice 　　rang in her ears. Patchouli struggled to lift her head and looked towards the source of the voice. Then, she stared in astonishment at the speaker 　　. "Little devil, what are you doing!?" Not far from her, the Little Devil sat 　　atop a tall figure, facing her, thrusting his body. Her lower body resembled a small mouth, swallowing and spitting out 　　a huge penis. The friction between her honeypot and the penis made a "splish-splish" sound, and there was also splashing 　　of lustful fluid. This made Patchouli blush and her body heat up. 　　"Ha... this is of course... serving... master... ahhh..." the little devil 　　said with difficulty, her body constantly moving, and the thick penis was like a pillar. With each 　　descent, the little devil's belly would bulge out. 　　This should have been a very painful thing, but the little devil's face only had an expression of pleasure, as if she was...

Enjoying what was nothing short of torture, and with the speed increasing, 　　her full 　　breasts trembled wildly, dazzling the 　　eye
. " 　　Patchouli
... Master... Serving... Master haha... Yes... um... Eeya... Very, very 　　fast 　　... Ugh ... Happy 　　Eeya ahh 　　... 　　"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-first. It is unclear whether the giant has done it on purpose. As a result, the large amount of semen that was still stored in the stomach of the little devil 　　landed 　　on its 　　belly. 　　As a result, the large amount of semen that was still stored in the stomach of the little devil kept 　　churning and stimulating the little devil's body. 　　Unable to ignore this terrifying pleasure impact, the little devil's body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably. Finally 　　, it lost control of its body, and a pool of clear liquid flowed from its lower body, with a strange smell. Obviously, 　　in the face of such pleasure, the little devil lost 　　control of its bladder . 　　"Ah...ah...ahhh...ahhhh..." The little devil groaned like a child, lost 　　in boundless pleasure, unable to pull himself away. His body convulsed instinctively, bringing even more joy. 　　Ignoring the unconscious little devil, the giant walked up to Patchouli, a mysterious smile on his face, and looked at 　　her. 　　"Now, you're the only one left in the entire Scarlet Devil Mansion. So, are you ready to become one of your friends 　　, to completely submit to endless pleasure, to become a sex slave who only craves mating, 　　a flesh toy that hopes to be trampled on by countless people?" "No, no, don't come any closer, don't come any closer!!!!" 　　Crying in terror, Patchouli could only watch helplessly as a large hand covered her body.

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