The Monster's Room - Chapter 10
The voice from the gramophone cut through the music that had shifted to a lower pitch.
<The guest’s participation is amazing! Fun!>
And then, suddenly.
The orchestra’s music came to an abrupt halt.
<Chilling.>
The once-beautiful space, now devoid of the background music, felt anything but enchanting.
The opulent opera house had turned into a desolate ruin, traversed by entities that were not human, and only the sound of their movement filled the air.
The chilling atmosphere was reaching a suffocating peak.
<The Marionette Show continues!>
The voice from the gramophone and the music exploded with renewed intensity. The sparkling lights, the lively music, and the dancers’ movements were even more vibrant than during the performance, but the sense of disconnection from earlier only grew stronger.
<This show is dedicated to the beautiful lady!>
What should she do?
‘Think of something.’
Marie racked her brain to survive.
<It’s a dance of courtship!>
Her gaze unintentionally shifted to the audience seats, which seemed dark and empty.
* * *
It began with the female dancers. Their steel-like movements encircled Marie in the center. The dance of these performers was more intense than expected. With frames that seemed fundamentally different, they circled Marie for a while, then tilted their heads before retreating.
Next came the male dancers.
Thud!
With every jump and landing, they made sounds that suggested they might break apart. They lowered their bodies in front of Marie and gestured smoothly. Marie flinched as one dancer approached closely.
It was unavoidable.
The male dancers….were almost entirely naked.
They wore nothing on top. Their exposed upper bodies, glistening with sweat, and their lower bodies, not entirely modest, revealed their thighs through layers of fabric that bunched up with every large movement.
It would have been better if their bodies had looked like mannequins. Unlike their heads, their bodies oozed with s****l appeal.
Marie finally understood the expression about not knowing where to look.
Creeeak.
The moment she became unsettled, the dancers’ movements changed. They danced slowly, surrounding her to prevent her from escaping. In the front, a dancer with dark skin lay on the ground like a jaguar, blocking her path, while in the back, a tall, white-skinned dancer gently held her shoulders, keeping her in place.
“Wait a moment.”
One of the dancers grabbed Marie’s hand, which was drifting in the air. The slender and graceful dancer carefully placed Marie’s hand on their face. Despite their warm, almost hot hands, their faces felt cold and rigid.
<How do you feel?>
In the midst of the lively music, the air grew heated.
<What will the lady choose?>
Meticulously sculpted bodies approached Marie, pressing in on her. Ironically, it didn’t feel rude. They didn’t touch her roughly; instead, they acted as if they were courting her. Marie kept her mouth shut in response to the gramophone’s prompting.
Choosing something meant dividing sides. Yours and mine. To take it to an extreme, it meant allies and enemies.
Warning: Do not antagonize the characters.
So the gramophone’s question was a trap. Choosing one option automatically meant dividing sides, creating enemies, and establishing antagonistic relationships.
Therefore, Marie chose ‘I choose nothing.’
“……”
<Oh?>
The gramophone’s voice chuckled at Marie’s silence.
<It seems the courtship is still lacking!>
“……”
<Indeed, this is not enough to appeal. I acknowledge that! So, dancers! If you haven’t been chosen through dance!>
The dancers did not dance.
Instead, in line with the voice,
<Let’s provoke with those vulgar bodies to ensure selection.>
They removed their pants, revealing their grotesque c-cks.
* * *
A bed was brought onto the stage. Two monsters in work uniforms, possibly part of a separate stage crew, set it up in an instant.
Marie was lifted like a ballet dancer and laid on the bed . Then, a dancer, slender like a cat but with tightly developed muscles, climbed on top of her. It wasn’t particularly frightening.
Because.
‘It feels comfortable…?’
That thought was the first to come to her mind.
It was unavoidable. S-x with the jelly eraser always took place in the bathtub, and no matter how luxurious the marble tub, it was uncomfortable to have s-x on such a hard surface. Writhing during climax often led to bruises, and eventually, even the jelly eraser would place tentacles between her and the tub as a shock-absorbing device.
But a bed?
It wasn’t even unpleasant.
Although the dancer’s face was a featureless mannequin, Marie actually preferred it. The feeling of a human breath on her skin made her feel unclean, and her body tensed when someone came too close.
The cause was easy to identify.
Andrew.
He was the madman who had tried to kill her after she rejected his proposal. Although she had lost her memory of the incident, the sticky skin, sweat, pungent scent, and breath from their struggle were vivid enough to make her retch just by recalling them.
In contrast, the creature before her was the complete opposite.
It had a warm temperature but no discernible scent or face to exhale breath. On the other hand, its physique radiated s****l appeal.
It felt almost like a meticulously crafted s-x doll, even though Marie felt guilty for thinking so. She watched as the dancer, unable to use their mouth, skillfully undressed her and began to touch her with delicate fingers.
