Chapter 41 – 41. You Can Tell a Person by Looking at Their Fellatio
Dr. Moreau’s mansion has dozens of rooms besides the basement and garden.
And in the farthest corner of them is a small room.
The maid’s room right under the roof, where Maid Cornelia lives.
For a tall woman, she has to bow her head, but she can barely walk around.
All that was placed inside was a creaky bed, a basket for storing clothes, a small potted plant by the window, and a small table and chairs.
Originally, a woman’s room had a mirror so she could adjust her makeup and body shape, but Cornelia’s room had no objects that reflected her face.
It was painful to even look at her own face.
It is a life that Cornelia could not even imagine when she was raised as a ‘human’.
“My breasts are all wet…”
I took off the mucus-covered maid uniform. Even the hairband and apron on her head seemed like it needed to be washed again.
Arms and shoulders with dense small muscles, and the chest boasting an overwhelming volume below them slid down. Cornelia put her hand under her chest and wiped away the sweat that had accumulated all day.
Lay down on the bed
Sigh loudly.
With each breath she exhaled, her crisp abs outlined below her chest.
I wanted to cry. I promised myself never to cry, but the tears just came out.
“I didn’t go a day. I, I killed them all…”
He was on his way to bury the prostitutes.
The women who were thrown as toys to test the possibility of intercourse with the chimeras did not last a day and all died.
I found out about it after giving the semen sample collected from the tentacle warrior to the owner of the mansion, Dr. Moreau.
The doctor told me to feed the chimeras, but I secretly buried it in a flower bed in the garden. Her poison was sprayed around to keep the Chimeras from approaching.
“I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Really. If you bring the people in that wagon, he will save him and me… “
After a year of living as a maid, there is no way to have a proper conversation with a girl like Moro, and all the chimeras have lost their reason.
It was she who had become a habit of talking to herself in that gap.
He extended his fingernails and drove them into his forearms. Blood gushed out and ran down the elbow.
When I was depressed, I had to raise my body temperature even by force. When the temperature rises, I feel a little better.
She’s a chimera maid mixed with a lizard.
Because that was the only way I felt like I was punishing myself for hating myself.
He drew the sign of the cross on his forearm with his fingernails and prayed.
I don’t know if the goddess will listen to her even if she has become like this, but she has no choice but to do it.
“Goddess… Please save me and the child… Get out of this body, please let me die a comfortable death…:
The only salvation, death.
Since I became this body, I have tried to die several times.
However, even if the carotid artery was severed, it regenerated within minutes, and even after submerging its head in water for three hours, it was barely breathing.
Wicked Poison? To her now, it was just a drink. Even the taste was sweet.
I heard that Hero Joshua’s weapon can destroy even dragons in one blow.
With such a weapon, I thought that even a person with regenerative abilities could end it in one fell swoop and without pain.
So, following Dr. Moreau’s order, he brought the hero Joshua, and confirmed that he was no longer a hero, but a tentacle.
But she knew.
Even if he brought the real hero, Joshua, Moro would not let him go.
“She never keeps her promises.”
Cornelia repeated.
Dr. Moreau doesn’t keep his promises.
The woman treated all human beings except as her toys.
She remodeled everything to her liking, played with it, and ruthlessly threw it away when it was broken.
Even if she resists, you can’t kill her.
Because it plays
No matter what she does, she can’t die herself either.
Because it plays
He was destined to live in this mansion for the rest of his life.
Dr. Moreau’s mansion, where the magic barrier was spread, was a fortress in itself, and an ant hell that attracted innocent victims.
The people she brought were already like that.
The nuns and tentacles will soon be too.
And she herself and ‘the child’…
“Vivian… !”
Whenever she thought of it, her heart ached like crazy.
Vivian, a maid of a prestigious Zion family, Cornelia’s maid and only friend who has been with her since she was a child.
However, when she returned after being knighted, she found herself suffering from an unknown disease. No one tried to save her, and she waited for her death.
So we ran away together. To the place where the troll farm used to be rumored to save anyone’s life.
She was greeted by the hostess, who identified herself as ‘Moro’. The girls, who brought their tired bodies along, ate the mansion’s food without any doubt and went to sleep.
When I woke up, everything had changed.
A body that cannot be called human. It was only Cornelia who kept her sanity.
Now she has decided to work as a maid in the mansion. It was her turn to take care of Vivian, just as Vivian had taken care of her.
And she had to rescue Vivian and herself from being held hostage by Dr. Moreau.
Until then, don’t cry.
No matter how painful it was, I had to endure it.
However, as the days went by, I felt that my mind was getting tired.
Every time she did that, she inflicted pain on herself and whipped herself.
That was the punishment for her cursed body.
Cornelia drove her nails into her breasts as well.
“Huh! Haaa…! Tearing my skin… It feels weird…!❤”
It’s a strangely sexy voice to say that it’s a punishment.
In recent months, there were times when I wondered if I had gotten used to the new pain.
Self-injury was her only stimulus in her free maid routine, so it had become a form of masturbation for her.
‘Me… Has my heart become a monster…’
And that tentacle warrior.
The hand that handled her hair like a handle for fellatio.
I thought only that her horn hurt when touched.
Grinding it mercilessly was something she never even thought of.
It was a pleasure that would literally split her brain.
It had been a long time since she had felt pure pleasure that did not involve pain.
The terrifying sensation that had struck her head like lightning from her horn still buzzed through her body.
‘Sususu-!’
Her body heated up.
The wounds on her forearms and chest sprouted with dark blue scales, the same color as her hair.
Once she became a monster she could forget all her worries for a while.
Cornelia put her hand on her horn little by little, knowing that she did or she couldn’t.
‘Poo, horn masturbation… Is it really okay for me to do something like this… ?’
Can not be done. Her reason exclaimed that it was not a pleasure that humans deserved to feel.
Can not be done. Her beliefs dried up, asking if she deserved to enjoy such joy when she couldn’t protect her precious person.
But will it feel good?
The temptation of memories imprinted on my body was stronger than anything else.
Little by little Cornelia rationalized her mind at the memory of her pleasure that throbbed in her brain.
You’ve been working hard up until now. It’ll be fine once in a while. Even though I can never get out of it.
‘It was enough to cause fainting just from being slightly ground… If you hold on to it and break it…!’
Just imagining it makes me feel like I’m incontinent.
A plump tail stretched out from her ass and climbed between her legs, covering her cunt and belly. The touch of the soft lower scales touched him.
Lying on her bed, Cornelia wrung her legs. It was a strange feeling to have her tail tightened.
Startled, the beast part of her tried to open its eyes.
Even if it wasn’t an arbitrary transformation, he turned into a lizard when excited.
Already, her eyes were not rational green, but animal-like vertical eyes.
Somehow I had a feeling.
To the extent that her self-injury is on a different level, her ‘horn-pulling masturbation’ will end her.
Then, at that time, I wondered if I could really die.
Just before her fingers touched the horns, a voice came from beside her.
“So that’s how you transform.”
“Who, who is that?!”
A shadow sitting at the table beside her bed, resting her chin on her, watching her.
It was Asher. She was that little nun who was with the hero.
I didn’t even know she was there. When did she come in?
“How is this…!”
The nun responded casually.
“Don’t you remember? That woman named Moro sent me here to help with a chore.
Besides, I don’t have the dinner I was supposed to bring.”
‘But if you eat that food, you will become non-human.
So, not the tentacles, but at least you.’
She said, “I was tired of waiting and went to her maid’s room first, and she suddenly took off her clothes and masturbated with a cool expression. It looks like a pre-dinner performance, right?”
“If you’re kidding me, stop. “
“Who is Vivian?”
“I don’t want to answer.”
“Then… Who is ‘Cornelia Dracell’?”
Eshir asked, pointing to her panties.
Dracell, her last name as a human.
Before going to receive knight training, Vivian had embroidered it herself.
‘Miss Cornelia, there are always cases of her undergarments being stolen, even for prospective knights, so you must give her name like this.’
Eventually, tears came out.
Cornelia’s face, which had been covered with scales, returned to being human, following the trail of falling tears.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve had such a long conversation with a human.
Maybe that’s why I became so emotional.
To hide his sadness, he forced himself to remain cold.
However, now that is also the limit.
Cornelia placed her hand on the back of Asher’s. It was a sad look.
It was as if she saw a halo behind the nun’s head in front of her eyes.
Maybe her Goddess finally heard her own prayer and sent this nun away.
“Sister, do you even receive confession… ?”
So she decided to reveal everything she had been hiding.
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Upon hearing the story of Cornelia’s arrival here, Asher smiled slightly.
Came to her mansion and watched her closely.
She didn’t even bother sucking Joshua’s cock, she took it away from her and resisted wanting to lick it instead.
And, all that patience and observation was worth it.
She seemed to restrain her emotions, but a bit of an overworked impatience was felt in her fellatio.
What she serves are tentacles, but Joshua’s human cock is as good as anyone else’s. It’s not too dark, and the veins aren’t too tight. The proportions of well-managed pink glans and tall pillars matched well.
If you are a bondage woman, it is only natural that you take your time and carefully suck her dick with respect and affection.
If he hadn’t tasted her tentacles first, she would have naturally let him hold her cunt and declared her a bitch.
However, this Chimera Maid had none of that.
She tried to do it too mechanically without expressing any mood or sentiment.
Even so, under the maid’s uniform, she shows an inconsistent appearance, dripping with chewing gum.
Her mouth can lie, but her pussy can’t.
After observing Cornelia’s fellatio, Eshir noticed that even though she pretended to be cold on the outside, inside she was very defensive.
The first time she tried to hang her [Her halo] On her, it had no effect. A mixture of two or more beings, the Chimera seemed resistant to hypnosis.
But her Joshua’s chainsaw tentacles inject her body with the ruinous pleasure of grinding her horns, leaving her with some cracks too.
Her body and mind are at their limits. Asher aimed at it.
No matter how remodeled the Chimera was, the resistance would have fallen.
She said her job was simple.
Waiting in her maid’s room, the moment Cornelia entered, she activated [Halo].
From the time she came in and took off her clothes, Cornelia was already caught in the clutches of Eshir and her tentacles.
