Brunhild's Broken Ecstasy
While toying with Ouriel on the bed, I grew curious about what Brunhild—who'd lost most of her personality—was up to. Thanks to her, we'd crafted some truly entertaining tools. So, I decided to check in on her through the black particles. Closing my eyes and focusing on the particles I'd left inside Brunhild, my consciousness began to shift.
The scene that greeted me upon arrival made me jump. 'Whoa, she looks even worse off than Ouriel.'
"Hiih♥ Hng♥ Pussy♥ Pussy♥"
Her hair was a tangled mess, her face locked in an ahegao expression as one hand kneaded her breast and the other plunged into her own pussy. Naked on the bed, she was utterly devoted to masturbation. At least she was eating—half-finished food sat nearby. Her halo flickered like it might vanish any second, blinking in and out.
'Is this the cathedral? Oh, there she goes again.'
As I scanned the room, love juices squirted from Brunhild's pussy.
"Hiiik...♥ Haaah...♥"
Now that I looked closer, the bed wasn't just soaked—it had pooled into puddles from absorbing her fluids. She must have been at it all day. I nudged her breast with a black particle.
"Hygyaaaaaah!?♥ Boobs♥ Boobs♥"
She loved it to death. As I played around, I sensed someone approaching, so I quickly halted the particles' movements and retreated into Brunhild's mouth.
The one entering Brunhild's room for the first time was an angel I'd never seen. I didn't know many angels yet, but this one was intriguing. Like Kim Chae-yeon, she had black wings—but one black on the right, white on the left.
'I heard most angels have white wings. What's with the black one? She looks like a fallen angel.'
Average height, modest breasts, ordinary figure, yet overflowing with charm. Was it those round eyes? Or the heterochromatic blue-and-yellow gaze? There was a strange pull to this magical girl. I soon learned why.
"Brunhild..."
"Hii♥ Haaah♥ Boobs feel good♥ Pussy pussy♥"
She spoke so casually, like they were incredibly close. Brunhild held a high position, and this hidden-away room suggested intimacy—yet this angel visited so freely, marking her as high-ranking too. Pity, but even with her there, Brunhild fixated solely on masturbating.
"Today..."
She calmly recounted her day to Brunhild—what she'd done, what happened. Despite the moans and wet sounds echoing, she spoke peacefully. Once finished, she stood, fetched a towel from the drawer, and began wiping Brunhild down. Just how close were they?
"Hold on a sec."
She scooped Brunhild up, laid her on the blanketed floor, and changed the bedsheets. Brunhild kept masturbating through it all. She lifted her back onto the fresh bed. Incredibly devoted care. But Brunhild ignored her completely, lost in pleasure.
'This is basically hope torture.'
I'd rushed and hadn't absorbed her full personality, leaving remnants that regressed her to a childlike, pleasure-obsessed onahole. Personality couldn't regenerate—without me reinserting her personality jelly, she'd live like this forever. Unaware, this woman tended her with faint hope.
'Not family. Childhood friends?'
I didn't know their bond, but one action revealed something.
"Mmmph..."
She kissed Brunhild. Not a peck—a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Brunhild didn't resist the sudden affection, responding eagerly.
Eventually...
"Hiiiing♥ Haaaaahng♥"
Brunhild trembled to climax. Less than ten minutes after fresh sheets, they soaked again. She was a squirting machine—impossible to gauge the volume. No excessive water intake, yet endless fluids. Where did it come from?
Blushing at the climaxing Brunhild, the girl kissed her again.
'Thanks, Brunhild.'
During the kiss, I slipped black particles from Brunhild's mouth into hers. Disguised as Brunhild's saliva, she swallowed without suspicion. The particles infiltrated smoothly.
'Spread.'
At my command, they dispersed finer and deeper, taking root.
"...I love you, Brunhild. I'll save you for sure."
'Should I partially restore Brunhild?'
Her tender expression softened me momentarily. I packaged the leftover personality jelly from tool-making. Neatly wrapped, I printed a photo of Brunhild's ahegao face from when I extracted it and stuck it on the box. Perfect.
The box arrived safely. Checking it were Michaela and the mismatched-wing angel. Opening it, they trembled at the black jelly modeled after my cock, halo bobbing around it like a ring. It screamed "Brunhild dildo."
"Sh-should we... insert this into Brunhild?"
"Seems like... the only way..."
"It'll t-tear her apart."
"But we can't leave her like that, and we can't alter it ourselves."
"R-right..."
The mismatched angel—grimacing—lifted the Brunhild jelly dildo.
"Kyaaah!?"
"What happened, Luci!"
Her name was Luci, short for Lucifer maybe? Feeling her close friend's texture after so long, Brunhild moved—Luci dropped the dildo.
Brunhild pathetically tumbled to the floor.
"Be careful! This is Brunhild!"
Indeed, with some consciousness left. Brunhild was probably pissed at Luci for tossing her.
"It... m-moved."
"What do you mean moved?"
"It twitched horribly! Like... wriggling..."
"That means... Brunhild's conscious."
"Huh?"
"Y-you okay? Brunhild?"
Michaela indeed. Luci cautiously stroked and lifted the grotesque cock-shaped Brunhild, barely visible to her. Sensing kindness, Brunhild's glans nodded gently without startling.
"Brunhild...! I'll insert you quick!"
Michaela grabbed the dildo and rushed to Brunhild's body.
Brunhild's flesh still masturbated furiously. Constant play had soaked her pussy perfectly.
My monstrous-sized Brunhild dildo deflowered her effortlessly. Quite the sight—her virginity taken by her dildo-self.
"Wooohoooogogogok!♥♥♥"
Tearing through her hymen, it plunged straight to her womb entrance. The body-halo and dildo-halo merged, stabilizing. Half her personality still mine, but enough for daily life, if not combat.
"Are you back! Brunhild!"
"Brunhild! You okay?!"
"Haaah...♥ Haaang♥ Lady Michaela...? Luci...?"
Lifeless eyes regained spark; rolled-back pupils focused, calling names for the first time.
"Ahh... thank you, Lady Einsl."
"Brunhild!"
Michaela sighed in relief, praying thanks to Einsl. Luci jumped for a hug—but
"Brunhild...?"
Luci faceplanted as Brunhild dodged, staring in confusion.
"You tossed me 'cause I was gross."
"Th-that was...! I mean...! It was my first time seeing it!"
"My halo was right there."
"Ugh...! S-sorry!!! Forgive me just once!"
"Hmph... this time only."
"Th-thanks! Brunhild!"
With partial personality restored, Brunhild chatted with Michaela and Luci, detailing her ordeal—how, where, what abilities I used. All the intel spilled.