The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 14

“Before, it used to fit all the way up to her cervix, but now this is as far as it goes.”

From the very first time they were together, Giselle had struggled to take him, but she had always managed to swallow his entire length without issue. At times, with enough force, even his testicles could be pushed inside. But today, though her insides were relaxed and soft like cream, it felt shorter. Giselle, being insensitive to pain, could probably take it all if he forced it, but the difference from usual gave him pause.

Still, Hugo couldn’t help but recall how perfectly they had fit together in the past. Giving in to his cruel and selfish impulse, he decided to be honest with his desires. He wanted to go deeper, all the way, even if it woke her. Just as he was about to press forward with determination—

“Wait a second, Hyung.”

Ian hastily pressed down on Hugo’s shoulder, stopping him. A fierce glare immediately shot his way in annoyance at the interruption, but Ian, glancing back and forth between Giselle’s flushed face, her heaving chest, and the lower half of her body joined with Hugo, asked a question.

“Was there any bleeding down below?”

“Bleeding?”

“Yeah. I told you, Giselle is turning back into a normal woman. Her swollen breasts and the shortening of her insides—it’s probably because of that. I can’t say for sure, but it makes more sense than the idea that your cock suddenly grew overnight.”

At Ian’s words, Hugo finally recalled something they had learned as children. Giselle, who had always been dedicated to teaching her students with passion, had never skipped over sex education either. Of course, she had to rely on books for topics like wet dreams or menstruation, since she’d never experienced them herself, but the mention of pregnancy that followed had stuck clearly in both Ian’s and Hugo’s minds.

Back then, pregnancy had been nothing more than a concept—an idea they associated with the possibility of binding Giselle to them forever. As naïve boys, they’d thought that forming a family with her would be the fastest way to ensure they could stay with her for the rest of their lives. Now, however, pregnancy had become just another means to control her.

Hugo, sharing Ian’s thoughts, suppressed the urge to thrust like a wild animal in heat and pulled his member out of Giselle. He wanted to check if there was any bleeding, as Ian had mentioned. The widely stretched entrance clung to him, and a slick thread of fluid stretched between the tip of his glans and her opening.

But just as there hadn’t been any issues during foreplay, there was no sign of anything unusual now—aside from his engorged, vein-laced, and glistening erection, which was evidence of his own arousal.

“I don’t see any blood.”

“If my guess is right, it’ll start soon. Just in case, we should make her take birth control for the time being,” Ian said, his tone tinged with excitement.

The thought of Giselle losing her magical powers completely and becoming a normal woman filled him with a twisted sense of triumph. It meant that no matter what, even if she discovered the truth, she would never, ever escape the brothers. She would be confused and terrified, unaware of what was happening to her own body. But Ian was certain of one thing: no one in the world loved Giselle more than they did.

The brief moment of patience ended. Hugo once again thrust his length into Giselle. Though it still didn’t go in all the way, now that he understood the reason, he resolved to tolerate his frustration for just a little while longer. Clearing his mind of the earlier impulses, he began to move his hips in slow, circular motions.

As the tip of his member brushed against a particular spot within her, the entrance tightened sharply, and Giselle’s body jolted in response.

“Ah, ah… ngh…”

“One.”

Ian immediately began counting as Giselle reached a shallow climax, the sensations piling up and pushing her over the edge. He knew she was sensitive, but this was too fast. Hugo, feeling the frustration of possibly not even being able to finish himself, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gently embraced Giselle, pulling her softly into his arms.

Ian, who had been stimulating her chest to heighten her arousal, made a dissatisfied expression but said nothing. It wouldn’t be a long wait anyway. He stepped back without complaint, adding dryly, “Two more times, Hyung.”

After she climaxed two more times, it would be Ian’s turn. And after she experienced three climaxes under his touch, it would be Hugo’s turn again. Until she woke, her body belonged entirely to the brothers.

* * *

Giselle awoke in the early hours of dawn, just as the first light crept into the sky.

Though she had always been a heavy sleeper, lately, her mornings were often delayed by exhaustion from nights spent entangled with her brothers. Even when she did wake, her body would usually feel drained and lethargic, her mind clouded with lingering desires. But today felt different—her body was unusually light, and the overwhelming cravings that had once dominated her mind had vanished, not even a spark remaining.

It had been a peaceful night, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Though she wasn’t entirely clear-headed when she fell asleep, the absence of her usual overpowering urges in this environment, unlike the forest, brought her a sense of relief. Perhaps the inexplicable symptoms of her heat were finally starting to subside.

She sat up and felt the lightness in her body as she stepped out of bed. That’s when she noticed something unusual: her clothes had changed.

The numerous mirrors in the room made it impossible to miss.

The pale pink silk gown she now wore, with wide sleeves and lace trimming the neckline and hem, wasn’t one of her own. It was too informal for going out but was perfectly comfortable for moving around indoors.

When she carefully lifted the hem to inspect further, she found that even her undergarments were different from what she had worn the night before. Her skin felt clean, as if she had been bathed.

Hugo wouldn’t have paid attention to such details, Giselle thought, naturally assuming it was Ian who had taken care of her. Feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful, she decided she would thank him properly.

With that thought, she left the room.

“This place is huge…”

Even yesterday, when she’d been preoccupied with unease and restless thoughts, the house had seemed enormous. But now, with her mind clear, its sheer size felt even more overwhelming.

She moved forward with a light heart, curious about her surroundings, and opened the door to the room on the right.

The curtains were drawn tightly over the windows, leaving the room quite dark. Still, she could make out the rounded shape of someone lying in the bed.

She didn’t need to go closer to know it was Hugo. Ever since they were children, he had always slept completely buried under the blankets, from head to toe.

Smiling to herself, Giselle quietly closed the door, careful not to make any noise.

If Hugo was in the right room, that meant Ian would be in the left one. Just like in the forest, nothing had changed except that their surroundings were now more spacious and comfortable.

After a moment of hesitation, Giselle decided against exploring further and instead headed for the stairs.

Ian, who handled most of the household tasks, was always the first to rise and the last to sleep. While Giselle wasn’t entirely hopeless at cooking, she wasn’t particularly skilled either—at least, in her opinion.

Still, since I’ve woken up early for once, I might as well do something worthy of a mentor, she thought.

Guided by her memory, she easily found the dining area where they had eaten the previous day.

The kitchen and dining room were separated by a wall, a unique layout that offered some privacy. As Ian had promised, the kitchen was stocked with neatly organized ingredients, preserved through magic.

Giselle rolled up the voluminous sleeves of her gown and scanned her surroundings.

I’ll make a potato and onion soup, fry some bacon to go with an omelet, and pair it with a salad using the cheese and fresh vegetables.

As Giselle considered which ingredients to use, her eyes caught a glimpse of a door partially hidden behind a shelf of kitchenware. Its location was so discreet that it was practically invisible from the outside. She stopped mid-step, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Could it be… an herb room?”

The door reminded her of a similar space in the underground section of their forest hut. That storage area had originally been meant for dried herbs and preserved food, but Ian had eventually taken over the space for his experiments.

Unlike Giselle, who had little interest in crafting or creating things during her long years of solitude, Hugo and Ian brimmed with curiosity. Both were eager to put their knowledge into practice after learning something new. Though their methods diverged, their natural talent, coupled with effort, had enabled them to grow and excel at an astonishing pace.

Whatever this hidden room contained—a pantry, an herb storage, or something else entirely—there was no real need for her to check. Yet, for some reason, her curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the door. It wasn’t locked.

Inside, she found a space that immediately reminded her of the forest’s basement. The room was steeped in the mingled scents of dried grass, flowers, and herbs, creating a faintly nostalgic feeling that tugged at her. Unable to resist, she stepped inside.

True to Ian’s orderly nature, the herb room was meticulously organized. As Giselle scanned the shelves, her eyes landed on a small glass vial filled with a striking emerald-green liquid. She picked it up, holding it to the light.

The liquid was perfectly clear, with no sediment—a basic restorative potion for physical recovery. Even at a glance, the craftsmanship was flawless.

She let out a soft sigh, her lips slightly parted. How many hours, days, or weeks had it taken for Ian to master creating something like this? Crafting a potion required precision—not just the right quantity of ingredients, but also consideration of the quality of the herbs, the environment, the timing, and the magic infused into the process.

Giselle knew this because she, too, had once lived with that level of diligence. In the early days after settling in the forest, she had been industrious and motivated. But over time, she came to realize that no matter how much effort she put in, it all seemed futile. That was when she stopped trying altogether.

…Is this really okay?

She returned the vial to the shelf and bit her lower lip.

It wasn’t just sentimentality or favoritism toward Ian and Hugo—they truly were exceptionally gifted. But the question that gnawed at her was whether it was right for them to stay with her indefinitely.

Giselle had already lived a long life, and she would live even longer—far longer than Hugo or Ian could. One day, they wouldn’t be by her side anymore.

For now, they swore they would stay with her forever, with no intention of returning to their former lives. But they were still young, and their hearts could change at any moment.

And even if they did want to leave, those kind-hearted boys wouldn’t abandon her alone in the forest. This was why Giselle had tried, albeit clumsily, to send them back to their own paths.

There was a time when these worries kept her awake at night.

And then… her body began to change. She felt perpetually dazed, as if she were never fully awake, and her head often spun. In her weakened state, she barely had the capacity to think about Ian or Hugo, let alone worry about their futures.

Yet now, after leaving the forest, her condition had drastically improved. It made her wonder if the forest itself had been affecting her negatively.

Thinking back, it wasn’t just her health that had deteriorated in the forest. She had stopped hearing the voices of the spirits and felt her magic gradually weakening. While she had grown fond of the place after nearly fifty years, it had always been a land steeped in an unnatural malevolence.

Leaving had been the right decision, even if she hadn’t realized it at the time.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to be optimistic.

Witches, once revered as wise women in ancient times, had become pariahs through centuries of persecution. Most were either killed during the witch hunts or forced into hiding.

Giselle had been born at the tail end of that chaotic era, a time when witches were disappearing from the world.

Her memories of her mother, the woman who had given birth to her, were faint and fragmented—so much so that she couldn’t even recall her face anymore.

This meant that even Giselle herself knew very little about witches or their nature. For all she knew, the sudden changes in her body could simply be one of the many mysteries of a witch’s existence.

Giselle snapped back to reality as she realized she had been standing there, lost in thought for far too long. It had been a while since her mind felt so clear, and she found herself caught in an endless chain of musings. However, if she didn’t start preparing breakfast soon, Ian would wake up. She needed to hurry.

Resolving to have a serious discussion with her brothers about their future over breakfast, she turned to leave—only to pause mid-step.

…What’s this?

A sweet, familiar scent caught her attention and held her in place. It was a fragrance she recognized—identical to the one she had noticed in the tea she drank the previous evening. Ian’s voice echoed in her mind.

“I added a sedative. I thought you might still be shaken after everything that happened yesterday.”

“Yes, I brewed it with raspberries from the garden. It’s in a poor state, but I managed to make use of what I could.”

Raspberries… or so he said.

Drawn by the scent, Giselle followed it deeper into the herb room. Her footsteps slowed as her hand reached for a bundle of herbs. What she now held in her hand made her blink in stunned realization.

It wasn’t just her imagination. She had smelled this before.

The herb she held was not just familiar—it was one known for its potent hallucinogenic effects.

Herbs like this weren’t inherently bad. Some were used to induce pleasant dreams or alleviate pain, depending on their application. Herbs were, after all, tools that could serve as medicine or poison depending on how they were used.

But this particular plant was different. It wasn’t just hallucinogenic—it was dangerously addictive. Prolonged use caused cognitive decline, leaving the user increasingly impaired. Giselle knew this all too well. The first thing she had taught her brothers about herbs was how to identify poisonous plants and creatures, as well as the dangers lurking in the forest. Ian couldn’t have been unaware of what this was.

Her hands trembling, Giselle inspected the basket where the herbs had been stored. Her face, previously flushed with life, turned pale. The basket contained a carefully curated collection of toxic herbs—all meticulously cleaned and stored in bulk. Most of them were native to the forest and highly poisonous.

“Why… Why would he have these…?”

A chilling thought crossed her mind, so horrifying she couldn’t even voice it. Shaking her head as though to dispel the notion, she tried to clear her mind.

And that’s when she sensed it—someone was behind her.