The Monster's Room - Chapter 61
<Good job.>
It was a nonchalant greeting. Marie hadn’t forgotten the last fist that had struck her insides on its way out. Experiencing an unprecedented, excruciating pleasure, Marie could only scream until her voice was hoarse. Exhausted, she let her limbs splay out and closed her eyes.
<Sometimes, I wanted to be born like this.>
The scene changed.
The grand music softened, and the movements of the dancers became smoother, with less creaking.
<Like a human.>
“…Like a human.”
<Yes. Because I was a monster.>
Unlike the Iron Horse Knight, who had been human, the Marionette Troupe Leader was an anomalous entity from the start.
In those old days, he could only be described as a demon. Unfortunately, he learned human emotions, a catastrophe that could have been merciless and remained an incomplete monster.
<If I had stayed in the box, I would have never known all this.>
This was the essence of the Marionette Troupe Leader’s nightmare.
The box.
His shallow world.
He broke free from it and could never return, much like Pandora’s box.
“…From the gramophone.”
<Yes.>
“The vocal cords…”
<Ah. You’re asking if I can get them back?>
The Troupe Leader said he could easily unpick the stitches on his mouth and regain his vocal cords. But he added that he wouldn’t. When asked why, he replied,
<Can I throw away the first gift from a friend?>
The gramophone.
He considered that device, given by the circus ringmaster, a gift. Marie felt an awkward emotion, opened her eyes and was startled.
The monster was looking down at her.
“You…”
With just a head, such a posture and view were impossible. Naturally, his body had returned, and his ash-gray hair hung down like a curtain, tickling Marie’s cheek.
<Shall I guess who you are?>
His hand, soaked in her fluids, intertwined with hers and pressed it to the floor. Instinctively, the monster climbed on top of her, and Marie realized through the sensation of his bare skin that he wore nothing.
<Right? Marie Garcia.>
At the tender call, Marie’s eyes widened as much as they could. Looking down at her lovingly, the Troupe Leader aligned his e***t member with her entrance. The thoroughly loosened area welcomed him effortlessly.
<You are neither my guest nor a member of my troupe.>
“Ah…”
<That’s right.>
There was no more bizarre s-x. The Troupe Leader gently and rhythmically moved while holding Marie’s hand.
<You’re my lover.>
What remained was the love shared between lovers.
New Case 3: Just J
Marie was once again thrown into the corridor after the Marionette Troupe Leader climaxed inside her for the fifth time. It was nothing more than holding hands and having s-x, yet Marie was so overwhelmed that she screamed louder than ever when she reached her peak.
Get out!
The nightmare forcefully ejected Marie from the Marionette Troupe Leader’s dream, but it was clearly struggling more than it did with the Iron Horse Knight. Why was that? What was the reason?
Marie, holding her throbbing head, leaned against the iron door.
“…Haha.”
The circus tent was gone, just like with the Iron Horse Knight. What was the difference? Marie rested the back of her head against the iron door and closed her eyes.
She had really pushed herself.
It wasn’t just about the s-x. It felt like she had expended her fundamental energy or her ability. Marie speculated that perhaps her ability was to drive others insane, but she decided not to dwell on it too deeply.
Consciously or unconsciously, Marie postponed any deeper insight into her abilities.
“Whew.”
After a few deep breaths, Marie stood up but staggered.
“…”
Her legs felt weak, as if her strength was entirely drained. She thought she should be fine, being in a dream. Even if this were reality, her physical condition was usually better than this. As mentioned, her body was exceeding human limits. She was fine during s-x with the Troupe Leader, so why now…?
“Is it because it’s right now?”
Maybe it was the constant self-conditioning to think. Marie’s mind suddenly cleared. Her ability strengthened during s-x.
Conversely, without a se-ual partner, Marie might be at her weakest, making her more susceptible to the enemy’s influence.
“I need to keep moving.”
Sadly, that was the conclusion.
Marie resolved that once this ordeal was over, she would rest thoroughly. Hugging the fluffy cotton doll and lounging all day.
Or maybe she’d use the shattered mirror room as a theater, spending the entire day watching the world. Motivated by these thoughts, she staggered to a room filled with the transparent jelly eraser.
“Hmm?”
Surprisingly, J’s room was still the same iron door from reality.
Could everything have changed?
But the adjacent room, which should have housed the fluffy cotton doll, was as old and partially destroyed as Spiegel’s. Naturally, the owner of the room was missing. Breathing a sigh of relief at the empty Room 1, Marie tilted her head in curiosity as she stood in front of J’s room.
Now, here’s the question.
“How do I open this…?”
How do you open an intact, fully operational automatic containment door?
<§℃♀-▒▒▒〓 □≪≫.>
The answer was: do nothing. The door opened by itself, just like when she walked through the monsters’ rooms in reality.
