Personality Theft Parasite (9)

Papa was in the middle of fucking a brown-skinned woman in his room. Seeing the dark elf bent over on the bed, presenting her pussy, made Ellie feel inexplicably pissed off for some reason. That thieving bitch who stole Mama's place, that slutty whore, that inferior race with sticky fingers who was way above her station to be chosen by Papa. It was the complete opposite of Ellie's usual mindset. As the guild master, a high position, she made a point to treat everyone without prejudice—to be extra kind to races like dark elves that had bad relations with her own kind. She had to show a gentle face first if she wanted them to drop their guard. But ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠influenced by the two elf twin Mamas who were her hosts, deep racial discriminatory ideologies that Ellie had long since cut off were sprouting anew inside her.

"Papa, I brought the new tool you said you'd use for the plan."

Rena ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mama stepped forward and said.

"Yeah. Hold on a sec."

Saying that, Papa kept pounding the dark elf. Watching it made Ellie's immature pussy throb deep inside, anxious and jittery. Her plump, aroused cunt was drooling juices nonstop. It was the first time she'd felt anything like this. Ellie had grown up around women. The one who taught and raised her was also a woman—the strongest woman in the world. So even after living nearly a century, Ellie was childishly ignorant about sex. And that ignorance was being filled in a somewhat distorted, biased way by the parasites that had invaded her.

Papa came inside the dark elf's pussy and pulled his cock out. The dark elf, her face slack with a dopey grin as she basked in the afterglow, had just been creampied—milky fluid dripping from her pussy—yet she crawled right over to Papa's feet and latched onto his cock with her mouth and tongue, cleaning it up. She'd just gotten filled up like that, so she could've yielded the spot to Mama, but the way she clung to it till the end felt so greedy, pissing Ellie off. But at the same time... she wanted to be right there next to her, too.

"Looks like the parasite has taken root well, seeing that reaction."

Papa said. He looked like a man named Karl, but Ellie could faintly sense the true entity lurking beneath that skin.

"But that'll only last a moment. Once the hypnosis wears off, she'll resist right away."

Papa muttered something incomprehensible.

"But if her level drops, she won't even be able to resist."

Papa said that, then reached out into empty air and shouted.

A massive jar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠appeared there with a thud. Inside were packed full of wriggling things that looked just like the bugs from earlier in the vial.

"Get in, Ellie."

"Yes, Papa."

Ellie walked up to the jar, lifted her leg high, stepped in, and crouched down. Then the bugs swarmed over, sticking to her entire body.

"Close it."

"Yessir, Papa♥"

Papa and Mama's voices rang out, and soon a massive lid slid over with a heavy thunk. The surroundings plunged into total darkness. She could feel the parasites in the jar crawling over her skin, slipping into every hole in her body. Pussy, asshole, nipples—even her nose, mouth, and ears. Strangely, though, she didn't feel suffocated. It was an intensely disgusting sensation. She wanted to bolt out right away, but under the hypnosis's influence—and the parasites already lurking inside her, affecting her—she stayed crouched in silence.

The parasites crawled over her skin from inside and out, sucking away her EXP. Ellie felt something draining out of her, but she didn't know exactly what it was. Hours passed like that. Holding her pussy lips open with her hands to make it easier for the parasites to come and go, crouched in the jar, Ellie gradually felt the hypnosis fading as her original mind resurfaced. But now, she was far more dazed and foggy-headed than when she'd been under the hypnosis. Having her EXP sucked out through every hole had tanked her level dramatically, while the parasites in the jar had leveled up. They'd figured out it was way easier to drain EXP from a host in a defenseless state, so they were interfering with her mind. Hundreds, thousands of them interfering at once had shredded her ego into pieces, making her dream hundreds of different dreams simultaneously. And every time a certain amount of EXP was drained, a few memories vanished into thin air.

EXP meant a person's life experiences. For a high-level person like Ellie, most of her level came from combat memories and experience, so dropping levels didn't usually invade everyday memories. But Parasite β was different. These specimens were innately specialized in manipulating and interfering from inside the host—they deliberately preserved "combat memories" while targeting only "daily life memories." It was instinct: cleaner ego made for an easier host to handle.

"No..."

Ellie muttered unconsciously. It was right after her most precious memories had been stripped away. She couldn't even remember what they'd been anymore. But the hollow emptiness in her heart made the sense of loss crystal clear.

"Don't go..."

She pleaded in a feeble voice, trying to hold on, but the memories kept vanishing somewhere. As the host's mental state grew unstable, showing signs of resistance, the parasites cleverly activated a countermeasure: filling the emptied spaces with new memories.

"Nngh...♥"

Her dazed face flushed red, her breaths coming hot and ragged. The memories injected by the parasites were of herself mating with a man. That man was none other than Karl. The man Ellie had despised so much. But that, too, became the past. Unable to remember why she'd hated him, Ellie now saw him through the exact feelings the parasites had implanted.

"Papa...♥"

In the implanted memories, Ellie fucked, sweetly chatted, kissed, sucked cock, paizuri'd, served with her ass, cooked for him, became his chair or toilet, shouldered all his tasks. Even murdered for him. And those moments were all joyful, happy times—the implanted emotions sank in literally. Meanwhile, the real her was steadily being erased. But Ellie didn't care anymore. Her head was filled with happier memories now.

"Hehe...♥"

A long while later, the massive lid sealing the jar finally opened. Ellie, crouched and giggling vacantly like she was high, shuddered, snapped to, and looked up. Realizing she needed to get out, she slowly stood, carefully exiting the jar so as not to hurt her "family." Compared to when she'd first entered, her body was wrecked. Her nipples, invaded by parasites, were now long and thick, dangling limply. Her pussy gaped wide like a well-used slut's, labia naturally parting to show the insides even standing still. Her asshole wouldn't close properly either—loose enough for a thumb to slip in easily. Yet Ellie was still dazzlingly beautiful, and as an elf, her natural healing would fix the damage in days.

Ellie spotted the man on the bed across the room, eyeing her appraisingly. Her lips curved up in a sly smile. Dripping pussy nectar in sticky drops, she approached the bed.

"Paaapa♥ Hehe...♥"

With an innocent, babyish, adorable smile, Ellie went to the side of her mental parent—memories etched crystal clear—and buried her face in him, acting all cutesy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and clingy.

"Welcome back, Ellie."

"Looks like you had a good time in there."

The two Mamas lying beside Papa approached Ellie, gently caressing her breasts and pussy as they spoke.

"Yeah♥ Big sis and big bro came inside Ellie and touched her lots♥"

She didn't know why she called the parasites big sis and big bro—even after saying it herself. In truth, she knew nothing. Not who she was, not why she was named Ellie. All the real memories that had formed her life since birth had been sucked away. But Ellie didn't care. After all... she was so happy right now.