The Sin of Blind Faith in the Rules (Complete)
My wandering thoughts lasted only a moment. The instant that vicious cock began grinding between my thighs with a lewd, squelching scrape, I reflexively tried to shake the two hands gripping the shaft.
But my hands would not move as I willed them. They dragged along, sluggish and clumsy beyond belief.
"Hngh."
At the diminished stimulation, the Mannequin Monster wrapped an arm around my waist and hoisted me up, its other hand crushing my breast until it felt ready to burst.
Then it roughly rubbed its cock against me, swinging my limp, dangling body back and forth.
"Ugh… ah… haah…♥"
Th-this… I can feel how rock-hard it is so vividly… it's dangerous…♥
The only handhold left to support me was the very organ that existed solely to thoroughly violate a human woman.
I clutched the bright-red glans with both hands and rubbed it back and forth, barely managing to keep my balance.
How long had I been gripping and stroking that sticky, fever-hot place? At last the rigid pillar pressed against my palms shuddered with thick, throbbing pulses, and a viscous, scorching fluid surged out as if it meant to punch straight through my hands.
"Huh…?"
This time, however, the climax did not stop. The already-shortening intervals vanished completely.
Still rock-hard, the Mannequin Monster kept spurting rough jets of fluid—spurt, spurt. The lewd sensation of it throbbing and twitching against my thighs and palms came through with perfect clarity.
That warmth felt so good that I was still squelching and fondling it when—
Together with that familiar bestial growl I had heard once before, I was slammed roughly against the wall and impaled—shuuunk—on its cock.
Faceless and mouthless, the Mannequin Monster vibrated its body and wrung out animalistic sounds; somehow I felt I understood exactly what those noises meant.
"Eehiiiiiik♥"
My cunt, already soaked to the core, took the massive reproductive organ smoothly even as it was pierced through.
The foreign sensation was on a completely different level from when it had been forced into my mouth; a moan of pleasure burst out of me unbidden.
It was fine now to make as many of those shameful sounds as I wanted.
Skewered on its cock and driven deep, my breasts mauled until they felt ready to burst, I was no longer human—only a bitch in heat.
"Hngh. Hyaang♥ Hic. Khh…♥ More…♥ Mooore…♥"
My throat must have been damaged while it was being violated; human speech no longer came out. My arms had gone numb; I could not even walk properly.
So now the only use left for me was to be violated by a male and impregnated…♥
I never spoke the thought aloud, yet the Mannequin Monster—joined with me as one—seemed to understand my will perfectly.
Without a word it forced its cock in all the way to the root.
"Kh-khheuuuuuh…♥ Oeeek…."
Thanks to the drug flooding my entire body there was no pain, but a horrific sense of invasion and a rising urge to vomit surged up.
If this keeps going it'll punch straight through me. I'll really die…♥
"Hngh♥ Uhh♥ Ook♥ Hheuuuh♥♥"
Every time I took another full load of that thick seed that existed solely to impregnate females, a wave of satisfaction spread through my whole body—and with it the clear awareness of exactly how I was being used melted my brain.
Next the Mannequin Monster seized my flanks with both hands, pressed its fingertips hard into my lower belly, and put its full weight behind each deep, grinding thrust of its cock.
No—my belly's already swollen like I'm pregnant…!
"Nnghyaaaaaaaaah♥♥♥♥"
My vision flashed white of its own accord and my back arched like a drawn bow.
The instant he pulled his reproductive organ free, every kind of fluid erupted from my gaping hole.
Endless pleasure rolling in like a tidal wave. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.
When I had finally vomited everything that had been inside me—both upward and downward—the Mannequin Monster's cock, still twitching and spurting semen, forced its way between my thighs once more.
Everything I had endured until now had been nothing at all. Inside and out I was drenched in semen; my body burned as if it were on fire… my brain felt ready to melt…♥
The Mannequin Monster crudely kneaded my breasts while mercilessly pounding the hypersensitive cunt that had just climaxed, packing it full of semen again and again.
At this rate I'll definitely get pregnant. No—I want to get pregnant…♥ I want to birth the Mannequin Monster's baby monsters and be gang-raped by them♥
Fill me back up with as much seed as I emptied out. I want this endless good feeling to go on forever…♥
The Mannequin Monster vibrated with what felt like satisfaction. It told me it had been searching for a female suitable to become a mother vessel, just like me.
That was the only way it could leave something of itself behind in this hellish place… right?
Until a moment ago I had only vaguely sensed its thoughts; now they came through with perfect clarity.
As if ice water had been dumped over me, reason suddenly lifted its head. The heat in my body, the splitting headache, the sharp tinnitus, the maddening pleasure—all of it remained, yet at least one clear thought managed to surface.
This place… wasn't a den of monsters…? Even for a monster like the Mannequin Monster, this is hell…? Nah. Who cares♥
But the thought could not continue for long. The climax that had paused began again.
The Mannequin Monster forced its enormous cock back inside, seized my lower belly that bulged outward, and crushed my entire body against the wall.
I recognized my proper place and eagerly screamed out my pleasure.
"Hyaak♥ Uhh♥ Hyaaang♥"
I can't close my mouth at all. The feeling of my whole body being used as a tool… is the best…♥
The reason that had briefly flared was sunk once more by the Mannequin Monster's hips.
Clunk-clunk. Clunk-clunk.
A high-pitched ringing in my ears and the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
Cutting through all that noise, a regular clanking sound began to echo from somewhere. It was uncannily similar to the sound of a subway running along its tracks…
Ding— ding— ding— ding—
Just then, a terrifying warning chime like something out of a Japanese train ghost story rang out from every direction, and a Station Announcement spilled through the entire speaker-less Strange Station Corridor.
Between the crackling audio quality, the warning chimes, and the tinnitus filling my ears, several words never reached me.
That was why I still could not grasp what was being said when I turned to look at the Mannequin Monster.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!!"
So this is the sound a person makes when they explode while still alive.
Crimson blood sprayed in every direction; as its body form collapsed I was coated in the Mannequin Monster's remains and crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.
Inside the monster's body there had been nothing but a little flesh and blood, as if it had been assembled from crude imagination. Covered in the leftover mixture of semen and blood, I collapsed with a vacant expression, all strength gone.
The Mannequin Monster suddenly burst and died. Even a monster… can die this easily, huh.
The moment the pleasure vanished, a bone-deep chill and lethargy rushed in to fill the empty space. I had no room left to wonder why it had suddenly exploded or what the Station Announcement had been about.
Body and mind had long since reached their limits. Already on the verge of death, I could only stare blankly at the spot where the Mannequin Monster had been even as the entire Strange Station Corridor—ceiling, walls, everything—warped grotesquely and came rushing toward me.
The thought that I might finally be able to rest made me quietly glad.
The Hole of Satisfaction is known to exist in two forms: the desired male or female genitalia of any human within a two-meter radius, and a humanoid entity constructed on the basis of that genitalia.
The male organ produced by the Hole of Satisfaction typically assumes an absurd, non-standard shape that causes extreme pain upon insertion. Consequently, in order to facilitate copulation with human females, its semen almost always contains an aphrodisiac component that suppresses pain and reason.
However, when an ordinary woman with no resistance to the substance ingests it orally, her five senses and personality are altered along multiple divergent paths, and she experiences nothing but overwhelming pleasure until death. For this reason it has been judged unsuitable for refinement into an analgesic.
While a user remains on the far side of the hole, the anomaly takes no hostile action. Should the user depart, however, the Hole of Satisfaction assumes human form and begins seeking that user in order to commence ■■ activity. Therefore human approach within a two-meter radius is prohibited.
When more than one user exists, the anomaly preferentially seeks out the individual most suitable for ■■. Experiments conducted with other anomalous entities have confirmed that, as previously feared, the ■■ target is not limited to humans; the effect applies to any entity possessing a degree of mental maturity equivalent to a human's.
Upon the death of its user the anomaly loses its human body and reverts to a hole. As a result its sexual activity is carried out in an extremely rapid and unethical manner, and once ■■ activity has begun it does not cease until the user is dead.
Following secondary testing, the research team of ■■■■ and two additional researchers concluded that reclassification is unnecessary given the simple management requirement of completely sealing a two-meter radius. Research is therefore terminated without further experimentation.