The Monster’s Room - Chapter 46

Don’t ▉▉

You ▉▉ her.

The entity, previously reconstructed by someone, was trying to return to its original state. Or rather, beyond just returning, anger, fear, and pain were gnawing at it. The more this happened, the more distant the voice became.

Now, you ▉▉ towards ▉▉?

Hissssssss. Hiss. Hissssss.

Something was growing from his g***n. It was too monstrous to be called a pe–s. It resembled an extension of his armor, with spikes protruding from it. Its size was enormous, and combined with its curved shape, it was more akin to a rhinoceros horn.

“Ugh, ah…”

Marie twisted her body, anticipating what was about to happen, but she couldn’t escape the monster’s grip. When the tip of the monstrous appendage, designed more for pain and violence than pleasure, barely touched her.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

The Iron Horse Knight impaled Marie with his grotesque weapon.

“Gah, huff, huff.”

It felt as though a rhinoceros was ramming into her. Marie couldn’t even breathe properly due to the immense shock. If she weren’t accustomed to s-x with monsters, or if her body hadn’t adapted, the shock might have been unbearable.

But it wasn’t over just because she took it.

“Hi, ugh. Ugh, move, gah.”

Squish, thud!

“Ah, ugh, huff, ah.”

Marie could not get used to the spiked member. Its contorted shape continually jabbed into unfamiliar places. The base was thick, and every time it was deeply inserted, the entrance stretched taut.

Most of all, the hardness was exceptional. The rigidness offered no softness, and the spikes, like armor, mercilessly scraped her inner walls, making even the slow thrusts excruciating.

Pain and pleasure wavered dangerously.

Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

Squish!

“Gah.”

However, the place most saturated was below. Marie’s lubricating fluids mixed pain and pleasure like an emulsifier. It felt nauseating. As the pain receded, the peculiar pleasure scraped her inner walls.

As Marie reached her climax, her fluids flowed down the spiked member.

“Ugh, hick. Ah.”

Even this was not easy. The constricted inner walls gripped the spiked member, but it remained as harsh as ever. Only Marie softened. Her hot interior embraced the spiked member like pudding.

“Ugh!”

But even that was futile as the spikes grew larger. Marie whimpered, clutching her lower abdomen as the protruding spikes tormented her.

Hiss.

The Iron Horse Knight seemed as though he might go mad as well. An unknown rage surged within him. The force trying to change his very being clashed with the force that stripped away that power and provoked fear, leaving him uncontrollable.

▉▉▉▉ ▉▉▉.

The voice was completely erased. Yet he could not let go of this woman.

▉▉▉?

He held the trembling woman. Despite her screams as the spiked member penetrated deeper, it didn’t deter him. It seemed he could kill her easily, whether by breaking her fragile neck or stretching his member like a spear through her insides.

But he couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t push away the thin arms that clung to his neck.

Why?

He knew the reason. And this space desperately erased it.

“Gently…”

A moist voice settled on the Iron Horse Knight’s neck. The entity he wanted to kill, ▉▉, destroy, but ▉▉, ▉▉, ▉▉, ▉▉…

The intense clash of forces bound the Iron Horse Knight’s actions. As he became quiet, Marie cautiously took notice. Though her eyes were filled with tears, the whispered words that seemed to endear her became more pronounced.

▉▉▉▉▉.

Because ▉▉▉▉.

Because you ▉▉▉.

Because you ▉▉ her.

Like old grime being shed, the forces shaping this world rapidly dissipated. The Iron Horse Knight might have remembered Marie, but…

No.

This world, Nightmare, would not allow it. Suddenly, two moons appeared in the entirely red world. The murky blue moons stared fiercely at them.

Everyone here must suffer.

On closer inspection, they were not moons but eyes.

No one can be happy.

Continue, continue.

A strange voice seeped into Marie’s mind.

You will be trapped in the nightmare.

In that moment, the ground beneath Marie vanished. She fell into a deeper nightmare.

* * *

Sometimes, a person’s life can become a nightmare. Marie inadvertently caught a glimpse of such a life.

A long time ago, there was a child born into a noble family.

During the era when lords soon became knights, a young boy who was born as an heir also took up a sword. With his robust physique inherited from his father and the attractive almond-shaped eyes he got from his mother, the boy stood out like a gem. Indeed, his life was radiant.

Exceptional talent.

Cheerful personality.

He was destined to inherit his father’s title and become the lord.

“Aaaah!”

However, all that glory turned to ashes when his father was defeated in war.

The former lord was beheaded and displayed, and the respected lady of the house had to spread her legs to save her children. The young boy, wielding a wooden sword, resisted, but when his elder sister was forced to sell herself to save the family, he gave up everything.

He became a mere plaything of the invaders.