The Monster’s Room - Chapter 53

The door appeared to be a circus tent, but inside was an opera hall that Marie knew well. The difference from reality was that all the marionettes were frozen.

The marionettes, usually in dynamic poses, stood still on stage like mannequins, and the orchestra below held their instruments without moving.

Marie looked around the audience seats before stepping onto the stage.

Tap.

She touched one of the dancers, finding it still warm, like a living person. However, they didn’t move, even after several attempts to rouse them. Losing interest, Marie headed backstage.

Here too, marionettes were present, quietly working on set designs and costumes for the performance.

“Everything’s stopped here too.”

After searching everywhere, Marie felt a sense of frustration.

Her plan was straightforward: find the Troupe Leader, approach him like with the Iron Horse Knight, and engage in s-x to disrupt the nightmare’s control and free him from the enemy’s influence.

“Where did he go?”

The Troupe Leader was nowhere to be found in the opera hall.

He had completely vanished, leaving Marie to discover only blank walls where doors should have been. She was trapped.

‘The enemy had figured it out.’

They figured how she disrupted the Iron Horse Knight’s nightmare.

She was at a loss.

The seemingly certain plan was now blocked.

‘The Troupe Leader hasn’t disappeared entirely.’

Marie thought and thought again. As with the Iron Horse Knight, this nightmare existed to torment its subject. At this very moment, her monster was suffering somewhere.

“If he hasn’t disappeared, then he’s hidden somewhere…”

And she couldn’t bear to leave those she loved in torment.

Because she loved them.

“I have to find him.”

Because she loved them.

“But how?”

▉▉ love ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉…….

Feeling strangely drowsy and as if her voice was echoing from somewhere, she heard a cracking sound.

Snap.

Just then, one of the marionettes nearby twitched. Marie’s gaze turned to it. The marionette, which seemed to be in charge of costumes with a measuring tape draped over its shoulder, was turning its head towards her.

“Ah.”

There was a way.

This was the Troupe Leader’s dream, and these creatures were his minions.

“Hello…”

If she could take control of the marionettes one by one, like Othello pieces, perhaps she could find him.

“Would you like to have s-x with me?”

Marie approached the marionette with a near-certain hypothesis. Unlike before, the marionette responded, writhing its entire body towards her. Marie lightly sucked on the marionette’s hand and guided the now wet fingers between her legs.

“Hmm?”

Her slender white arms wrapped around the marionette’s neck. At that moment, an unknown voice seeped into the monster’s mind.

Would you like to have ▉▉?

Clunk.

The marionette’s movements became more natural as the force binding it disappeared.

“Ah!”

The first thing the freed monster did was hook his fingers inside Marie.

“Haah…”

Hot breaths moistened his chest. As the aroused marionette dragged his hooked fingers upward, a sharp moan followed. The monster thought it was a pleasing sound.

“Uh, wait, ah!”

So, he kept pulling and twisting his fingers in that state. Soon, warm fluid drenched his hand.

* * *

Having reached climax once, Marie couldn’t steady herself. The aftermath of countless s-x sessions with the Iron Horse Knight had yet to subside. As she went limp, the marionette picked her up and carried her to a nearby costume room.

Marie had never been to the costume room before. She usually had s-x in the audience seats or on stage, so she hadn’t visited such intimate places.

While looking around, Marie’s eyes landed on the marionette’s outfit. As expected from the measuring tape over his shoulder, the marionette was dressed in a tailored shirt, vest, pants, and arm sleeves, indicating it was a tailor.

Creak. Creak.

The tailor brought out a thin negligee from somewhere and put it on Marie, then began taking her measurements with the tape. Standing there bewildered, Marie soon realized the tailor’s true purpose wasn’t merely to measure her size.

Because the tailor fondled her b*****s while measuring between her n–ples and squeezed her b******s.

“Ugh.”

Though she was the one who initiated it, Marie couldn’t help but think the marionette, who meticulously measured her b*****s and stared intently, seemed quite perverted. She wondered if this was why the Troupe Leader only had dancers interact with her.

“Aah!”

Marie couldn’t shake off the idea that she might be right. At least the dancers never inserted a measuring tape between her l-bia! Marie lifted her toes as the tape measure sharply probed her folds. But doing so did nothing to escape the pleasure tinged with pain.