Chapter 98
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Cynthia had a dream.
It was a dream where she was locked up in the dark basement of the Wincastle Manor. She was naked, buried in a mass of pure white tentacle vines, and standing before her was Segleninde.
Segleninde glared at Cynthia with a terrifying expression and pinched her n*****s hard. When he shouted at her for daring to deceive him, Cynthia cried and apologized again and again, but only tentacle vines forced their way into her mouth.
Below, tentacles that bound her squirmed their stem, shaped like a c**k, deep into her s*x, filling her completely, while thinner tendrils ruthlessly rubbed, pressed, and sucked on her c******s. Juices gushed out of her hole, and perhaps because she had heard so often that she tasted sweet, there really was a sweet fragrance.
While Segleninde, with his mouth pressed to her tentacle-stuffed s*x, drank her nectar, he said that since she had deceived him, from now on he would use her as a jar overflowing with sweet liquid, and that whenever he was to dine, she should wait with her lower half wet and, at his command, squirt for him on cue.
Cynthia begged through her tears, pleading for anything but that, but it was useless. Segleninde was already treating her like a jar full of honey, sucking up every drop of her juices that leaked out of her hole, and soon, even white milk began to flow from her b*****s as the tentacles squeezed them like those of a milking cow.
At that, Segleninde laughed, saying that finally the fake fiancée had found a use, and carefully sucked the milk as well. Cynthia cried and pleaded, begging over and over again. “No, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…” No matter how much she pleaded, he focused only on his meal.
“…Hh, hng, I don’t want this, no… I’m sorry. I said I’m sorry…”
“…If you’re sorry, then from now on, whenever I want, you’ll have to put your lips on my cheek, won’t you?”
“Hng, I will. I’ll do it…”
“And you won’t run away, you’ll keep your promises, and you won’t lie again, right?”
“I will. I’ll do everything, so please, please stop, I don’t want this…”
As the voices in her dream became more and more real, Cynthia’s eyes flew open.
A large hand, blurred by tears, quickly reached over and wiped her eyes. The touch was busy yet gentle, and at last, as her vision cleared, she saw those wine-colored eyes.
It was Segleninde. As Cynthia shot upright with a gasp, he gave a short laugh.
“What were you whining about in your sleep like that? You’re not a puppy, you know.”
“Uh, uh…”
Cynthia looked around in bewilderment. She was lying on a wide bed in front of a sunlit window, and Segleninde sat before her, having pulled up a chair.
The room, with only the two of them, was so peaceful as to be almost quiet. But Cynthia, startled, soon noticed an object on the table beside the bed.
Inside a narrow square glass case sat the teddy bear. The teddy bear, with a bright red heart-shaped gem embedded in its chest, was without a doubt the very item that had helped Cynthia. It was a vessel for the consciousness of the previous protagonist.
Seeing her surprise, Segleninde tapped the glass case nonchalantly and said,
“You must’ve been swayed by its words. So naive, honestly. But as long as it’s in here, it won’t be able to talk to you anymore.”
“……”
“You still look confused. Ah, right. It’s morning, so you should eat. Just wait a moment.”
With a light snap of his fingers, the door opened.
As if that was their signal, the servants who had been waiting outside entered, bowing their heads politely.
While Cynthia wandered in confusion and fear, maids with perfectly normal human heads instead of grotesque flowers came over to wash her face with lukewarm water. The other servants, all likewise human in appearance, efficiently set out the meal on the table and combed Cynthia’s hair, applying various perfumes to her face, finishing her simple preparations.
Then, as if it were the natural order of things, they politely lifted her up and placed her on Segleninde’s lap.
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