The Monster's Room - Chapter 66
Even if her experience was reverted, the environment J had created remained the same—and it might have even improved.
Thud, thud! Thud! Thud!
“Hik, haah, cough, haah!”
Even now, J’s partner was leaking nectar abundantly. Her pale cheeks were gradually reddening, and her entire body glistened with sweat like pearls.
As J tenderly wiped away her tears, snot, and saliva, he wove his tendrils in the air.
They resembled a person at first glance.
Or perhaps a starfish.
The reason J created forms similar to a head and limbs was simple. It was merely an imitation of the human mating behaviors he saw on external media shown by Spiegel.
But why imitate them? J sometimes wondered about this, but each time, a whisper in his mind would answer.
Be▉ you love.
The monster did not understand the meaning of this whisper. It only vaguely guessed at the emotion behind it. Perhaps it was pointing to the feelings he experienced with Marie, especially when she affectionately called his name.
You ▉ ▉▉ me?
So J approached Marie with a form that, while similar to a human, had become even more grotesque in its transparency. The monster took on a shape that offered no significant help in s-x, solely for Marie’s sake.
J held Marie close as she was subjected to rough thrusts from both ends, her breath hitching with each movement.
“Haah, ugh, uhh.”
While J did not know how this act applied to humans, it had an effect on his partner. Marie, initially struggling, gradually settled down and wrapped her arms around the small, protruding head-like part of his form.
For the first time, J understood why another monster in the adjacent room, the fluffy cotton doll, wanted to be held every day. It felt good. Even drinking in all of Marie’s hot nectar could not match this feeling.
Ah,
J
Wanted to devour Marie.
Wanted to erase her.
Wanted to make her his own.
Wanted to be with her.
▉▉ ▉▉▉ me.
“J, aah. J, J.”
J snapped back to his senses, cutting through the fading whispers with Marie’s voice.
The transparent jelly-like substance quivered briefly. Ah, he had become so absorbed that he forgot to resist the external force that had been encroaching from outside. As J refocused, the tender whimpers and whispers from his beloved returned.
Love me.
Satisfied with the now-clear whispers, J altered the tendrils holding Marie.
Marie, embraced by the monster, opened her mouth in response to the sticky sensations against her neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, and cli–ris. The surface, which had felt human-like, now had mouths emerging from it. These mouths sucked on Marie’s n–ples, b*****s, g–itals, and tender arm flesh.
Thud!
At that moment, two massive tendrils from below lifted up. Marie’s head was about to tilt back when the tendrils near her head twisted and transformed into a gigantic mouth.
“Ah, aahhh.”
The mouth engulfed Marie’s head. There was no worry about her breathing; the monster provided limited oxygen to avoid harming her. Thus, Marie’s screams remained trapped inside.
Thud. Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sticky, violent sounds replaced the muffled screams and moans. Her body, flowing with nectar, convulsed, then relaxed, only to stiffen and shiver again.
Blink. Blink.
The ceiling lights swayed with the monster’s vigorous movements. The shadows of Marie and the tendrils danced across the walls, merging and dispersing in a disturbing display. It looked less like s-x and more like a monstrous act of devouring, resembling a nightmare.
Blink. Blink. Crackle.
It was almost expected that the lights would be damaged.
However,
Crackle, crackle.
How could things be damaged in a dream?
Crackle, bang.
With the crackling of electricity, the intense intercourse between Marie and the monster vanished.
Do you know?
Blackout.
As the lights went out, J was pushed away—or rather, disappeared. The malevolent force, resisting fiercely, kicked the monster aside and threw Marie’s body away.
Crash!
Marie, thrown violently, could only whimper instead of scream. The sudden violence crushed the afterglow of s-x. She lay trembling on the floor, frozen by the abrupt shift and the impact as if she had been beaten all over.
The longer you stay in a nightmare,
Eventually, you’ll be consumed.
The pain, oddly vivid, made it hard for Marie to breathe as she struggled to rise. She had been flung into a corridor. Rather than being chased away, her gaze fixed on a sign right in front of her, causing her breath to catch.
<<F-49>>
The alien-like text was now clear.
Congratulations.
The nightmare whispered in Marie’s ear as she froze, her attention fixed on the sign.
It’s your turn now.
