The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 23 (M)

Her lips trembled as she pressed them together, her entire body shaking. It was obvious what she was struggling with. A moment later, she whispered her answer.

“…Yes.”

If she could still cherish her brothers without the influence of the medicine, then perhaps she could finally cast aside her fears. But if she couldn’t… she didn’t want to think about what would come next.

Ian smiled and turned to Hugo.

“She says so. What do you think?”

“If she’s fine with clinging to us like this, I guess I can’t call her ‘Master’ anymore.”

As if he hadn’t already called her by name countless times in private.

Even at Hugo’s crude remark, Giselle didn’t respond. She simply held back her tears as best she could. The truth was, the medicine had only ever been a way to ease the guilt buried deep within her.

Even if she was only saying this to escape the immediate situation, she wouldn’t be able to call herself their master, mother, or sister anymore—not with how she was now.

Hugo leaned in, pressing his lips against her ear, and murmured in a low voice.

“I’ll poke you so hard that your vagina won’t close, so don’t say no, Giselle.”

“D-don’t say things like that…”

“I’m already holding back plenty. If you expect me to restrain myself even more, I might as well live my whole life in silence. It’s just the truth—use it a few times, and it loosens up. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“Hmm. You’ve always had a filthy mouth, but maybe it just sounds even worse coming from you.”

“No, then when you’re fucking, do you say, ‘My penis is headed for the vulva. It’s going past the labia majora and straight into the vagina.’? If you say your penis goes into your vagina, that’s the end.”

Giselle, her head lowered in embarrassment, momentarily froze at Hugo’s offhand remark.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but both of them seemed to be in an oddly good mood.

Ian clicked his tongue again before methodically uncapping the neatly arranged bottles of medicine and pouring their contents down the drain.

“No more medicine. But in return, Giselle, you won’t say no anymore.”

His voice was calm, almost instructional.

“It’s only natural for sex to feel good. Whether you ask for it first or cry out in pleasure, there’s nothing shameful about it.”

“But… you always told me…”

Every night, when they sought her out, hadn’t they been the ones to stoke her guilt, whispering that what she was doing was improper?

As the memory surfaced, she hesitantly questioned them.

Hugo, unconcerned, responded with a lazy drawl.

“Because I thought that was the only way to keep you from telling us to leave you. When you can’t do anything on your own anyway.”

Giselle’s eyes darkened.

She can’t do anything on her own.

Once, she would have denied such a statement immediately. But now, she neither questioned it nor felt any sense of discomfort. She simply nodded.

Strangely, just realizing that there was nothing shameful about her own arousal made her feel at ease. As the heat she had been suppressing slowly spread, dampening her lower half, her cheeks flushed.

Ian let out a wistful sigh.

“Two whole days apart… I’m not happy about it. I’ll be back soon, so have fun with my brother while I’m gone. And don’t forget to eat.”

“You’re leaving right now?”

“Of course. Hugo, don’t torment her too much while I’m away.”

Not that it mattered—soon enough, they would have all the time in the world together.

He didn’t say it aloud, but Hugo met his gaze as if he already knew. Then, without another word, Hugo turned and walked away, carrying Giselle with him.

“Hugo, wait a minute…”

“You’ve been wet for a while now. Don’t tell me you’re going to say no again?”

Her weak grip on his arm slipped away.

Hugo pulled her tighter against him, nodding at Ian before moving toward the exit.

His cock had been stiff inside his clothes for some time now, growing more painful by the second.

There wasn’t even time to climb the stairs—Hugo simply opened the nearest room and stepped inside.

It was fortunate that Ian had a habit of keeping even the unused rooms spotless. Though Ian would probably complain later about why they couldn’t just use the bedroom.

Ian didn’t even get to properly say goodbye to Giselle, but that didn’t matter. Time would pass quickly enough.

There was plenty to do in the meantime.

Once he reached the forest, his first priority would be to examine the spirits in detail. There had still been many left when he last visited, so losing a few wouldn’t be an issue.

He also needed to restock their supply of medicinal herbs. And just in case, it might be worth capturing a monster with exceptional regenerative abilities.

As he mentally ticked off his to-do list, Ian thought back to the children who had been lingering near the iron bars.

He had told Hugo not to concern himself with them, but depending on how things played out, they might need to be dealt with. For now, he would wait and see. If they became a nuisance, he would step in.

Since he wouldn’t have much to eat once he reached the forest, he packed a few sandwiches and jerky in advance.

Then, with a final glance at the room where muffled moans were already escaping, Ian stepped outside.

Inside the room, in Ian’s line of sight, Giselle was on all fours on the carpeted floor, receiving a penis all over her lower abdomen.

“Hmph, Hugo, that’s so fucking good… Ahhhhh!”

Her body was so tight that he went right in without any foreplay, but her already tight insides received the penis like it was being swallowed and gave way. Not long ago his dick had been so tight it felt like it was going to break every time he put it in, but thanks to the morning and evening thrusts it had stretched moderately.

He could feel himself ejaculating soon enough, but today he didn’t have to hold back. He thrust deep into her and immediately spurted, causing Giselle to squeeze down with a hiss, a black, debauched sound.

“I think your pussy has morphed into the shape of my cock.”

The tips of her ears immediately flushed and her inner walls twitched as he uttered the words He knew she would be ashamed of. It was pleasurable to be brought to climax by a single word, knowing that later she would respond to the sound of her cunt.

Hugo hadn’t even finished ejaculating before he was panting. The raw pleasure was almost too much for him to bear, but it was satisfying to hear Giselle moan and throw her head back as he moved fast enough to turn the clinging flesh inside out.

A trickle of semen and juices leaked from her wet junction from the violent movements. It had only been a few minutes since she’d entered the room and already it was filled with heat.

“Hmmm, ahhhh, I’m coming again, I can feel it, ha ha!”

She hadn’t been able to think when she was drugged, and that was still true now.

Each thrust of his penis into her womb made stars pop before her eyes and her knees buckle. Her tongue was slurring so she couldn’t speak properly, and she wasn’t in a position to feel shame or anything else.

As Giselle reached another climax, Hugo shot his load inside her. His body, which had been trembling intermittently, collapsed forward. Not because his arms or knees hurt, but because the pleasure was too much to bear.

Hugo exhaled hotly and withdrew his penis, the folds moving inexorably in pursuit. A trickle of creamy cum dripped from the gaping hole. His cock was bigger and harder than the first time, even though he’d already ejaculated twice.

He lifted himself up, still holding Giselle still, and walked straight to the wall, pressing her back against it and plunging right in.

‘……!’

Her glassy eyes widened. Ian was right. That intercourse should feel good, that there was no shame in screaming…….

When Hugo, whose face looked like it was about to melt, was about to kiss her, Giselle hugged his neck and slipped her tongue in first. It was the first time she had ever come to him of her own volition.

Accepting the entwining tongues, Hugo moved furiously. Beyond the window, the sky was darkening.

* * *

She’s not here today either.

Allen pressed his face against the iron bars, his eyes darting around, but let out a sigh when he saw nothing.

“Sis, is she not here again?”

Chloe, who had been standing behind him, stepped closer to ask. Allen gave a small nod.

They had only spoken to her once—just for a single day—but he, Chloe, and the others, Andrew and Tasha, had grown inexplicably fond of the pale woman whose name they still didn’t know.

Of course, part of it was because she was breathtakingly beautiful. But more than that, she had listened to them, smiling warmly no matter how much they chattered. She had praised them over the smallest things, making them feel both shy and delighted.

They had wanted to see her again.

But the iron gate remained firmly shut, and the walls were too high to peek over.

“Maybe she moved away?”

“It’s only been three days. How would she have moved that fast? When Tasha’s family came from the city, they had to bring in several wagons just for their things. A mansion like this would need even more.”

“Then maybe she went on a trip with that scary-looking guy?”

Chloe, adjusting the basket on her back, idly swept aside some branches as she spoke.

Allen shuddered instinctively.

If the white-haired woman was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, then the black-haired man was undoubtedly the most striking. But something about him felt… off.

It wasn’t the kind of admiration one felt when looking at a normal person. It was the unsettling sensation of facing something not entirely human.

Allen had gone into the mountains a few times with his father, a hunter, and some of the village men.

For animals like bears or wild boars, hunters usually relied on traps since facing them head-on was too dangerous. But every once in a while, a particularly clever beast would evade capture and turn the hunt against its pursuers.

Once, he had nearly been mauled by a mother bear after they had caught its cub in a pitfall. He had survived only because his legs had given out beneath him, making him fall at just the right moment. But the terror of that moment had been so overwhelming that his body had refused to move, his mind going completely blank. He hadn’t even been able to register where he was or what was happening.

Even now, just remembering it sent shivers down his spine.

And yet, when he had locked eyes with the yellow gaze of the man who had stepped out of the mansion, that same primal fear had overtaken him—perhaps even stronger than before.

His expression had been calm, but his eyes… they had been more savage than even the mother bear that had fought to reclaim her cub.

Allen unconsciously rubbed his arm, still feeling the lingering chill of that moment.

Meanwhile, Chloe continued chatting.

“Oh, by the way, I told my parents about this place, and they were shocked that someone was actually living here.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re scared again, aren’t you?” Chloe teased. “Not because of ghosts, though. It’s just that this place was supposed to be abandoned. A rich guy built it as a vacation home, but he went bankrupt before he could use it.”

“Bankrupt?” Allen blinked. “Wait, I know what that means! It means… he lost all his money?”

The uncertainty in his voice made Chloe giggle.

“Our village doesn’t have much to see, and there aren’t really any fun places to go. Even Tasha hated it when she first moved here. That’s why my parents thought no one would actually live in that mansion.”

“I see.”

“Hey, don’t you think that lady was really pretty? Her dress looked like something a princess would wear. What if she’s actually a noblewoman? Or maybe even a real princess?”

“Don’t you remember, Chloe? That guy called her ‘Master.’”

“Oh, right! ‘Master’ means teacher, doesn’t it? So maybe she’s his teacher.”

“Maybe…”

No matter how much he thought about it, Allen couldn’t figure it out.

Chloe, noticing his sigh, smirked playfully.

“But Allen, why are you so interested in her? Could it be that you li—”

“I-it’s not like that, you idiot!”

“I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“Ugh, I mean… it’s not like that, just…”

Allen, face red, ruffled his hair in frustration.