Personality Hijacking Parasite (8)
On the day the Silver Knight led the city guard and a handful of elite adventurers to subjugate the Hunter Guild, Elena sat lost in thought in the guild master's office.
In truth, contrary to what she'd said at the council meeting, Elena had a rough idea that the Hunter Guild wasn't behind this incident. There simply wasn't enough motive or justification. Even so, she'd pointed the finger at them because she saw this as a golden opportunity. And above all, she didn't believe the guild was completely uninvolved. As she'd pointed out at the council, the massive haul of stolen goods left by the missing adventurers must have flowed their way. Pressuring them would naturally yield info on the true culprits.
But a nagging doubt lingered. Most of the missing adventurers were Gold-rank or higher—seasoned pros. There weren't many in the city capable of massacring that many.
"Who the hell could it be..."
As she muttered to herself, a knock echoed at the door.
"A visitor for you, Guild Master."
It was the guild clerk's voice.
"Send them in."
Elena replied. The door opened, revealing a gaunt middle-aged man. Sharp-eyed with a hooked nose, he had the air of an authoritarian noble—quick-tempered and prickly. Elena knew him all too well. How could she not? He was one of the pests who constantly meddled and picked fights, the exact type she despised.
Karl, an executive in the Merchants' Guild. So he didn't show at the council last time, and stayed quiet these past few days. Guess he's finally crawling out, Elena thought with an inward sigh.
"What brings you here? To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Elena sneered, lacing her words with as much mockery as she could muster. If I'd known it was this guy, I'd have made an excuse about being busy, she regretted inwardly.
But he just stood there, staring at her silently. Those cold eyes were utterly unlike the Karl she knew. The sharp glare that screamed his nasty temper was familiar, the beady pupils the same—but the indescribable omen gleaming within was on another level entirely. Not the cheap villain stink of a lowlife thug. More like... the difference between vulgarity and something truly sinister.
"Who... are you?"
The moment Elena caught on and spoke, he thrust out his hand, chanting some spell. The red-black aura pouring from his fingertips hit her before she could react, snatching her mind away in an instant.
When Elena came to, she was alone in her room. Karl was long gone, and she didn't even remember that someone had visited.
"Huh... why was I just standing here...?"
Elena scratched at the two tiny puncture wounds on her neck, mumbling. It must be nothing important, she thought with uncharacteristic certainty, brushing it off despite her usual caution. She sat back down and pondered what to do after the Silver Knight returned from subjugating the Hunter Guild.
Time passed. That evening, after clocking out and leaving the guild, Elena didn't head home. Instead, she veered onto a remote path—one she'd never taken before. No sense of wrongness stirred as the suggestion took hold; with hollow, empty eyes, she walked and walked.
Her destination: a sprawling mansion on the city's outskirts.
"Welcome, Guild Master Elena. Papa's waiting inside."
"We'll show you the way—follow us."
Two blonde elves stood at the gate, greeting her. They wore collars fit for pets, garter belts and stockings meant for show—nothing else. Their breasts and pussies on full lewd display, evoking... yes, sex slaves. The decadent vibe of utter debauchery.
And these were elves, famed for their pride. As an elf herself, Elena knew no amount of gold would make her don such trashy attire willingly. So she should have concluded these twins had fallen to some mental-attack spell. But the one truly mind-fucked, incapable of proper thought, was Elena.
She docilely followed them into the mansion. Past the courtyard, through the entrance, Rena turned with a smile.
"Before you meet Papa, you need to change. We'll give you the right outfit—just strip."
"...Got it."
Under the suggestion—You feel no unease or strangeness about events near the mansion and obey submissively—Elena shed her clothes in this alien, sinister place. Her porcelain skin gleamed, pink areolas and nipples pert, her slit sealed tight like a virgin's. Pure, noble beauty.
Rena and Ray were the same, of course. Despite their daily pussy-pounding with cocks and fingers, their key parts stayed pristine pink—no discoloration, no darkening. Elfkind's natural healing at work. It mended wounds and restored any bodily distortions, letting elves stay eternally young and gorgeous.
"Your pussy's so parched. No wonder it's not webbed up. Still a virgin?"
Rena approached, sliding a finger into Elena's hole to probe around.
"...Yeah."
She hesitated for a split second—a flicker of why ask that? But the suggestion erased it before it could take root. Nothing strange. Just accept it. That echo filled her mind, crowding out all else.
"Here, put this on."
Ray handed her a large glass jar. It brimmed with small, worm-like critters.
"How do I wear it?"
"Just stand still. They'll handle it themselves."
Ray uncorked the jar and held it close. The parasites crawled out, latching onto Elena's skin, slithering toward her nipple holes and pussy depths.
"...Ngh."
Elena's cheeks flushed; her breathing grew ragged. The first change hit up top. Her breasts jiggled, then ballooned to triple their size in a flash.
"Haa... ♥"
Head thrown back, eyes rolled up, she let out a frail moan. Thick pink nipples leaked milk in streams.
The changes spread below. Labia plumped, ass ballooned, her slim toned thighs thickened into plush, doughy perfection.
This was the work of Parasite β invading her body. Unlike its creator, Parasite α, β lacked direct personality usurpation. But it could lurk in hosts, exerting all sorts of influence: tweaking emotions or moods, meddling with thoughts, or—as here—hacking hormones and genes to reshape sex or body at will.
Limitations applied, of course. β needed high enough level, a resisting or low-level host, and complex jobs took time. But the parasites in Elena had leveled up devouring Ray and Rena's power, making them potent beasts. Her hypnosis ensured no resistance, and multiples slashed the time. Perfect offset.
"Looking pretty now, Guild Master. Way better."
"Yeah. Good enough for Papa."
The elf twins smirked slyly, long since parasitized.
Elena gazed at her naked, obscenely exposed form. Is it?
Chest and crotch—then a jolt raced her spine, scrambling her brain. No. She corrected herself. Tits, pussy, and a prime cock-sleeve meatcase. Nothing much different. But making cocks throb and craving sex? Vital for a woman. And Mama approved, so no outfit could be more ideal.
Mama? Elena tilted her head at the odd term. But she accepted it as right.
"Come on. Time to meet Papa."
"...Yes."
Elena replied with deferential honorifics, without hesitation. They were Mamas, after all.
