## Chapter 191 – The Gray Witch (4)
Let’s be frank.
Apologies are due where they are due.
I essentially dragged a woman who was living her life perfectly well into purgatory, and if I didn’t feel sorry, what kind of human trash would I be?
But that aside…
‘This… this is better than I imagined… Ugh…’
Truthfully, I wasn’t expecting much.
Eloise was just that kind of woman to me.
In a way, she was like a chopstick—how much sensation could come from such a skinny body?
Of course, she had the air of an adult, with a developed height and hips, but other than that, she seemed rather bland.
‘It even feels criminal…
I wonder if this is right…’
Could her body be as firm as Laney, who overflowed with healthy beauty, or as skillfully trained as Vivian, a brilliant student full of curiosity?
But surprised by the completely unexpected flavor, I could only continue to explore her skin through the black membrane.
‘I really never imagined it would be like this…’
– Mana. An efficient catalyst for evolution.
Maximum absorption recommended.
Was this what a mage was?
Parastella explained that if a monster absorbed mana, the magical power within the body, it would evolve accordingly, but I was purely consumed by the refreshing yet thirst-inducing sensation, continuing to explore her body.
‘Hngh… Ugh…!! Not there…
Don’t touch… Haaah…!!’
The black, squishy brand imprinted on her back, out of Eloise’s reach.
The black membrane flowing from it, enveloping Eloise’s petite, naked body.
It was a variant of the Nemea series, the Arms Reduction Brand.
The Arms Reduction Brand, a Nemea series modified to serve as a control device for managing the ‘livestock of the hive,’ was a type of restraint I created by grinding down Parastellas while Vivian was away.
‘If Nemea protects a woman from threats…
The Brand makes sure the woman isn’t a threat.’
By controlling the woman’s actions, it was a perfect restraint that allowed no resistance.
Especially for Eloise, who lacked physical abilities, there couldn’t be a more effective item.
Did you think I was crazy enough to bring a woman who could create pillars of fire out of thin air into a den that was practically a wooden house, without any insurance?
That would be a Darwin Award-worthy, innovative new suicide method, easily in the top 10.
‘If she tries to resist while wearing that…’
I calmly watched Eloise, who seemed to have forgotten she had been strangled just moments ago, as she desperately tried to chant some kind of spell.
But the result was only the Brand activating.
The black membrane, undulating and wriggling as if it were a living creature (which it was), seemed to pinch Eloise’s nipples with its movements.
“Rahelts… Hngh…!! Aah…!!”
Moreover, seeing the ring-shaped protrusion from the Brand’s membrane touching her exposed vulva, it seemed her clitoris was also starting to receive intense stimulation at the same time.
“Ugh…!! Haa… Haa… Stop it…!!
Ra… Hel… Haa…!! Ah… Ah!!”
Eloise, who had fallen on her rear, was now lying on the floor, arching her back like a bridge and convulsing.
Perhaps it was true that skinny women had more sensitive erogenous zones.
The cruel, lewd stimulation that relentlessly dug into her.
Eloise inevitably became aroused against her will.
Her face was contorted with a sense of depravity, and her eyes were filled with tears, but I couldn’t help but like the sight.
It meant that the Brand was working exactly as I had intended.
Moreover, the fact that the ‘carrot’ was working so well meant that it might be easier to train her.
‘She’s more resilient than I thought.
I need to break her spirit first.’
To prevent Eloise from trying to escape again, I began to take away her freedom, one piece at a time.
The black membrane that covered her entire body, from her chin to her toes, gradually expanded, solidifying like plaster.
As Eloise’s struggles completely ceased, I could see her lying motionless like a corpse, unable to even move her neck.
Her eyes, which could not even turn her head, rolled around in what seemed like bewilderment, soon to be further invaded by the expanding membrane.
Before long, the membrane covering her mouth forced her lips open, fixing her jaw open like a gag.
“Ugh… Ugh…!! Ugh!!”
She tried to shout something as if she were going insane, but in that state, she wouldn’t be able to utter a single word, let alone the incantation for magic.
Moreover, the membrane, which continued to expand even after taking away the freedom of her mouth, shook as if an earthquake had struck, expressing her desperation, and even covered her eyes.
And it flexibly burrowed into her ear canals like a liquid, covering her ears as well.
Sight. Hearing.
The Brand ‘processed’ Eloise by taking away her most basic human senses.
After that, all that remained was a protein doll that couldn’t move, see, or hear.
Unable to even speak, she could do nothing but have a beating heart.
And on the beautiful vulva of that protein doll, exposed without the membrane, sweet honey droplets flowed thickly.
‘Almost a shame…’
Even just touching her skin, her presence as a mage could be clearly felt.
If a mage’s mana accumulated inside the body, what would it feel like inside her?
In the end, the hesitation didn’t last long.
It was something I would have to do eventually, and in most cases, it was better to start that kind of thing sooner rather than later.
“Hwoo… Woo…?”
For a woman’s first experience, breaking it with the Brand’s dildo was too cruel.
I gently brought a tentacle to Eloise’s groin, focusing on the refreshing energy coming from her vagina, and gently rubbed the tip of the tentacle.
The slipperiness of the thick fluids smearing on the tentacle and the smooth sensation of the vagina coated with those fluids were truly fantastic.
And as if sensing the sensation of the tentacle rubbing its tip, her trembling vagina twitched, and the movement of the muscles dilating the hole made me even more ecstatic.
A desperate movement as if she knew what was about to happen.
The urgency caused by the fear filled with sadness, pain, dread, and despair.
And even the faint expectation hidden within that desperate movement, preventing her from resisting.
In the end, a powerful thrust of the tentacle, savoring all of that, burst forth, and her lewd virgin hole was pierced, losing its value.
“Oob… Ugh… Ugh…”
The sensation inside her vagina, wriggling and chewing on the tentacle with complex emotions, made even me, the one violating her, lose my mind.
‘Ugh… It’s just amazing…
Quite tight…
I hope it doesn’t tear…’
But perhaps because the tentacle never failed.
Now, not only by instinct but also technically refined, the tentacle accurately stabbed and rubbed the places where Eloise’s erogenous zones were likely to be, inducing her climax.
And, above all, the spider from the mage’s women’s restroom gave
“Hngh… Oh… Kkeue… Hngh…!!
Ah… Ahee…!! Hieot…!!
Oh… Oh…!! Eung…!!”
Still, perhaps because she was a woman, her lower abdomen, which was slightly plump due to hormones even in her skinny state, bulged even more with the tentacle’s thrusting.
Eloise’s lower abdomen, rising like an Alien birth show, revealed her pale, bloodless skin.
Apart from that, her vulva, where a considerable amount of blood seemed to be concentrated, was flushed red, and her clitoris, thoroughly trained by the spider, stood up sharply.
‘More lewd than I thought…’
I learned this later, but the spider’s method of stimulating erogenous zones is suction, right?
It applies pressure and sucks.
Therefore, those who frequently used the spider generally showed a fairly aggressive clitoral erection.
‘There might be some individual differences…
But still, it would be strange if there were no changes at all after being sucked like that…’
Originally, the clitoris would feel like a round pearl buried in the vulva, but Eloise’s clitoris felt like a protruding button.
Although it wasn’t too protruding, it had a visual as if something would happen if you pressed it.
Even though she was skinny, this appearance also appeared in other body types of women who frequently used spiders, so I wondered if it was just my imagination that it seemed somewhat reliable.
‘Vivian and Laney usually solve everything with tentacles…
Is that why their shape is maintained…?’
I had a trivial fantasy that her clitoris might eventually twitch up and down like a mini-penis, and I gently pressed that button of happiness with the tip of the tentacle.
“Oh… Oh…!!
Oh… Haa… Myaa…!!”
The gentle face of a model educator was distorted by sticky pleasure.
Even that was only distorting her facial muscles, as it didn’t seem easy to even change her expression due to the Brand.
Eloise, who didn’t know why she was being subjected to this in a suddenly dragged place, was making an effort to move her body while making a choked sound…
In the end, unless she could break the Brand’s seal, she would never be given freedom.
All she could do was tremble at the sensation of the tentacle stirring inside her, with all her senses cut off.
Only her vulva, which was not covered by the membrane and could be considered uniquely free, was trembling, reflecting the vibrations and convulsions inside her body.
“Hoo… Hngh… Oh… Oh…!!”
Unable to bear that lewd sight, I increased the speed at which I thrust the tentacle.
Eloise, whose vagina was twitching like a lewd, sloppy vulva, was trembling in place, reaching her climax.
And as the belatedly ejected milky fluid gurgled and filled her inside, the strength in her tense abdominal muscles was released, causing a slight convulsion.
‘Is it about time…’
Only then did the Brand, which was beginning to restore her senses, retreat from her face.
Eloise’s face, covered in tears and saliva, with her eyes half-rolled back, was finally visible to my senses.
“Hic… Hiss… Eit…
Ed… Do… Wa… J……”
Even in this broken state, she still seemed to have hope, and as her cracked voice began to leak out from her lips, I carefully picked up her battered body.
‘Something like an adult’s composure…
She’s not giving in easily…
Then I guess I have no choice…’
Eloise, who had become limp and hung on the tentacle, was being carried into the air, heading towards the familiar circular sofa.
‘Aurora really liked this…’
As I sat Eloise’s powerless body there, the sofa began to swallow her body with a gurgle.
“N… No more…!! Stop it…!!
Sob… I don’t want to… I can’t anymore…!!
Hngh… Ugh… Ok… Oh…!!!!”
Only after being half-swallowed by the sofa did Eloise belatedly regain life in her eyes, trying to escape with her exhausted body…
But there was no way she could escape with a body that was already half-swallowed, especially with her weak body.
‘I’ll have to marinate her for a while…
The kids will be happy if they know…’
Leaving behind Eloise’s shrill screams and sorrowful cries, which soon began to be mixed with moans,
I was eager to share the good news that I had captured the Gray Witch as a trophy, and left the place.
