Chapter 86 – Young Head of Household
“Ugh, yup…!”
“…”
“Ah, Isabelle woke up? Wait a minute, just move this girl… Sssssham.”
There was no sense of presence in the messy mansion.
Of course, women in suits are running around trying to fix the situation, but
It is one of the many rooms lined up in the hallway of the guest room building.
Inside that room, I put Harumu, who was hanging on my back with a blank face, on the bed.
I approach Isabelle, who is unable to open her mouth as if her lips are sticking together.
“…That’s great…!”
Isabelle, baring her teeth, unleashing intense anger at me.
Her appearance had changed 180 degrees from the last time I saw her.
First of all, the slightly pale jade-colored eyes were dyed thickly to make them turquoise.
A large black wing extends from the back of her waist. Her feathers are soft and warm…
The disgust and hatred I saw in her sharp eyes when I met her for the last time, her first time.
Isabel’s old self, which she missed now, seemed to have revived, albeit a little bit.
“You can talk now. Don’t scream…”
“Two.”
A slimy liquid clung to her right eye.
With her eyes closed, she picks up a towel and wipes her face.
I feel like I have some kind of deja vu…
“You dare to rebel against your mother, since you fulfilled her desires with her mother’s grace?”
“No… To put it bluntly, he is the first bread…”
“And is that a new mask? Hehe… I don’t know where such a half-penny picked up the mask, but
Your mother has taken most of your desires now. Choi Woo-joo, you can never beat your mother.”
Isabelle, who looks like a fallen angel, looked at my mask with a sultry smile.
It’s a completely different look from the masks I’ve seen so far.
In addition to her rough and rough appearance, the part that should have covered her mouth was shaved off by clumsy cutting.
Because of that, I couldn’t engrave a lot of characters, and it’s a shape that reveals my mouth when I use it. As Isabelle said, half a penny is a mask.
“…”
“…I think they intend to make me into your saintess again with that mask, but it won’t work out as they wished.
Because his desire in her is the desire of a sublime dream. That sparkling desire of my mother is protecting me.
Your filthy and ugly sexual desire will never be able to reach me this time.”
“…But why did your mother, who is so great, run away from you?”
Isabelle blindly believes in ‘Mother’ while snorting at her despite the contradictions that she had best dealt with.
“Isn’t it natural that you hid your body in order to create a ‘body’?
As long as you take away the desire from the mask that is hiding in this mansion, blocking your mother’s dreams…
Mother becomes an unapproachable being. At that time, like Choi Woo-joo, you are like brushing off dust…”
Feels like having a conversation with some lunatic pseudos.
This is how it feels when you see brainwashed people through the eyes of a third person.
She averts her eyes from Isabelle, who cannot quite understand her, and stands up from her seat.
Just before subduing Noah, the mask that was wearing Hana’s body disappeared in an instant.
He probably ran away thinking there was no chance right now, but are you really aiming for the ‘flesh’?
If so…
“Well, if you bow your head in front of your mother even now, you can raise it as our pet.
You don’t have to think about anything, you just have to pursue pleasure by being embraced by us as before.
That’s Choi Woo-joo, it goes well with you too. How is it? If you want to hug me again right now…”
“That’s something I can do without your permission, so don’t be too conceited.
Does each owner have a different personality? I don’t think I was that loud…”
After thinking about the mask that disappeared for a while, I pick up my mask that I put on the table.
If what the other side is aiming for is the ‘body’, then I have a way too.
How the mask will destroy the dreams it so desires, humiliate and erase its existence.
There are two things you need to prepare for that plan.
“Isabelle.”
“…?”
“I’ll make you mine again.”
Many women, my saint, are needed.
All the ownership of the saints made of masks from before passed over to that side.
We have to take them back. You have to be thoroughly brainwashed so that you won’t be taken away again.
“Ha! You are still a stuffy man… It’s thanks to your mother that you were able to create so many saints.
Your enormous desire and sexual desire may have been the virtue, but because she was a mother with countless letters and knowledge,
Even with the ownership of that many saints, you were able to survive. By the way, with a half mask like that?”
Isabelle laughing out loud and laughing at my mask.
“…U. Week. Two. Woman. Now. Boo. To.”
The mask reacted to the sound of laughter.
“…I’m sure it will. At least the inscribed characters…”
The rest is covered by my sexuality.
This is the first time I’ve actually done it, but it’s probably possible.
“…Because the method is wrong.”
“Fufufu, if that kind of thing relieves your anger, do it as much as you like.
Think of it as Mother’s mercy for you, my old master—”
Turn-up–
A smaller-than-usual mask was placed over Isabelle’s face.
The eyes, nose, and cheeks have disappeared beneath the rugged mask,
The mouth that is holding a smile is clearly exposed.
Thanks, it looks better.
The corners of Isabelle’s mouth, which had been ridiculing me, were slowly coming down.
It is clearly visible that the ridicule he had been spitting out just now had stopped.
And—
“…Ah…”
Isabelle, who purrs and purrs her mouth while uttering a small voice, raises her to her knees.
She looks this way and keeps her mouth open, her tongue moving.
Isabelle doesn’t stop moving even when her gooey spittle runs down her chin and touches her floor.
She said, slowly approaching her face, all hidden by her mask, except for her sergeant.
“…Dad, are you hot?”
“Ah, sir! Did you say you wanted to succeed! You thought you were a failure and you were scared!”
“Didn’t Daddy teach you that men get excited when they see a woman filthy?”
In contrast to the lively gestures uncharacteristic of Isabelle, the way she spoke was dazed.
It is my mask that moves the body of a saintess and speaks with her voice.
I wondered what would happen if I failed, but luckily it seems to have succeeded…
“…But why daddy? At first, he said he wouldn’t call me that even if he died…?”
“The person who made me is Choi Woo-joo, because you are my father.
And I thought the title ‘Dad’ would be better to give a sense of immorality.”
Isabelle, who speaks without feeling any shame, squats down, spreading her legs.
She then makes a circle with her fingers to the corner of her mouth, flicking her tongue and spraying her saliva.
“Hurup, chuheup, jurup… How is it? Is this hot?”
“…”
A deep purple light rises from the tip of the tongue, which had been shining in the color of jade.
Isabelle’s tongue, which was wet with her saliva and had lost her polish, was dyed a deeper purple than her grapes.
Proof that Isabelle’s body has been occupied by my new color, my desire.
Now, if she completely imbues her mind, she’s done overwriting.
“…Looks like you’re crazy, take out your cock, Daddy. I’ll suck it for you.”
The mask that has taken over Isabelle’s body bites down the zipper of her pants with her lips.
The erect cock that appeared shaking rattly from behind the loose bottoms.
Isabelle opened her mouth, her emotionless voice and her lips kissing her lightly on her cock.
Inside, five thin tentacles emerged from beyond her throat.
Those purple tentacles are tipping over, tickling her cock and massaging her glans.
“…Feed me Daddy’s semen. Then this girl will be Daddy’s…”
This was the mask I made, my daughter’s way of brainwashing women into saints.
Many characters are required to become a saint, but some of them are missing from the mask I wore.
So, this is what I came up with as an alternative.
First, the mask takes away the woman’s body and remodels and dominates the woman’s body with my desire.
The woman’s body, which was completely controlled by the mask, had already become a saint at this point,
Since the mind is still intact, it is necessary to use the stolen body.
A mask uses a woman’s body to ejaculate her master,
By drinking the semen, the role of a saint is imprinted on the woman’s mind.
After that, I said that I would corrupt myself and swear obedience to my desires.
The method was much more cumbersome than the previous mask, which was just a matter of putting it on.
The mask I made said vigorously. ‘The saintess I made will be different,’ he said.
As a father, it is natural to believe in my child.
I say while stroking my mask that dominated Isabel’s body.
“It’s still not enough, put it in your mouth and suck it with your tongue.”
“…Yes, Dad. Yes, Chuuuuu…”
“Oh…”
Isabelle purses her lips and bites his cock deep into her mouth.
The tongue sticking out between the lips sweeps the pillar and licks the testicles.
Service that was possible only because she was a saint, a service that seemed like she hadn’t received it in a long time, felt good.
“Jjook… Seeing a dad I like, I’m happy too. I’m sure Isabelle will too.”
A mask that instills the joy of serving its master deep into Isabelle’s soul.
What expression is Isabelle’s face hiding behind the mask?
Is she still laughing at me? Did she notice that she was changing again?
The fact that she can’t confirm all of that turns into a form of pleasure and sets her brain on fire.
“Chufu, buuf… Churup, lick…”
The gentle hand and tongue of the goddaughter, the tentacle Onahole that is attacking the glans intensively in her mouth.
Although it is the appearance of Isabelle, the semen boils at the tongue movement, which is completely different from Isabelle’s way of serving.
“Sssss…! Now, it’s going to be cheap…!”
“Oh, do you think it will be cheap? Then, Dad, here.”
She suddenly opens her mouth and Isabelle, who rips her stockings and panties open, opens her cunt.
The meat hole was wet with love juice and glistening in a pretty purple color.
“Cheer here. Would you like to wrap the baby in the womb for daddy and give her daughter a pregnancy experience?”
I want to scold you for saying where did you learn the lines, but the cock on the verge of ejaculation and the pussy spreading in front of her.
There was no time to think.
If she rushes at Isabelle with the force of her collision and inserts it into her pussy–
“Ah, hehe…!”
“Umm… It’s warm inside. It’s a pretty good feeling… Then now…”
As she continues to ejaculate, Isabelle’s body tumbles onto her bed with her legs spread apart.
The spring’s recoil bounced off the mask and rolled it across her mattress.
Isabelle’s face finally revealed, her wide open purple eyes on her ceiling, her wild breathing.
I looked around her for a moment, not sure what had happened.
Sensing the heat of her desire filling her own belly, Isabelle lifted her head and looked at me.
“…Isabelle.”
“…”
She opens her eyes wide and faces Isabelle, who continues to stare only at me.
“…Uh, something’s wrong—”
Laughing at her bewilderment, I pull out her cock from Isabel’s tentacle cunt that is mercilessly tightening–
“…Ah—♡”
Isabelle suddenly smiles brightly and hugs me tightly.
What is it, I don’t think I’ve ever had anything like this before…?
“As expected, I believed. If it were you, you would save me…♡”
“…Uh…”
Is this the Isabelle I knew? But something…
“Thank you so much for saving me… Dad♡”
“What.”
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