The Young Family Head
"Ugh, mmmph...!"
"..................."
"Oh, Isabelle, you're awake? Hang on, let me just move this thing real quick... There we go."
The mansion had turned into a complete disaster zone, yet not a single trace of human presence lingered in the air. Of course, women in suits were running around everywhere trying to clean up the mess, but among the countless rooms lining the guest wing corridor, it didn't seem like anyone would come looking for this particular one.
Inside that room, I laid Harumu—who had been slumped over my back with a dazed expression—down on the bed, then approached Isabelle. She still hadn't opened her mouth, as if her lips were glued shut.
"...Khh...!"
Isabelle bared her teeth, radiating intense fury straight at me. Her appearance had done a complete one-eighty from the last time I'd seen her. Her once-pale jade eyes were now deeply dyed in a rich teal hue, and massive black wings had sprouted from behind her waist. The feathers felt so soft and warm...
The sharp, hateful glare I'd seen in those eyes when I first met her had returned, if only a little. It was like a nostalgic glimpse of the old Isabelle had resurfaced.
"You can talk now. Just don't scream..."
"Ptooey."
A thick glob of spit splattered right onto my right eye. I closed my eyes, grabbed a towel, and wiped my face clean. The whole thing gave me a weird sense of déjà vu...
"After filling your desires thanks to Mother's grace, you dare turn against her?"
"No... if we're being technical, she threw the first punch..."
"And that thing—is it a new mask? Hehe... I don't know where you picked up such a half-assed mask, but most of your desire has already been taken by Mother. Choi Woo-joo, you can never defeat her."
Looking like a fallen angel, Isabelle let out a seductive laugh as she stared at my mask. It had a completely different shape from any mask I'd seen before. Its surface was crude and rough, and clumsy carving had chipped away the part meant to cover the mouth. Because of that, I couldn't engrave many characters on it, and when worn, it left the mouth fully exposed. Just as Isabelle said, it really was a half-baked mask.
"......"
"...You're probably thinking of turning me back into your Saintess with that thing, but it won't go the way you want. Because the desire that person holds is the noble desire of dreams. Mother's shining desire is protecting me. Your filthy, ugly sexual urges will never reach me this time."
"...Then why did that amazing mom of yours run off and leave you guys behind?"
Even when I pointed out such an obvious contradiction, Isabelle just scoffed and continued blindly worshipping her 'Mother.'
"That's obviously because she hid her body in order to create her true 'flesh.' Once she steals the desire from the masks hiding in this mansion that interfere with Mother's dreams... Mother will become an existence no one can touch. Then someone like you, Choi Woo-joo, will be brushed away like dust..."
It felt like I was talking to a bunch of crazy cultists. So this is what it feels like to watch brainwashed people from a third-person perspective. I turned my eyes away from Isabelle, who was completely beyond reason, and stood up.
Right before I subdued Noa, the mask that had been sharing a body with her vanished in an instant. It probably realized it had no chance of winning right now and ran away. But was it really after a 'physical body'? If that was the case...
"Well, if you bow your head to Mother even now, we could raise you as our pet. You wouldn't need to think about anything. Just like before, you could cling to us and chase nothing but pleasure. That suits you perfectly, Choi Woo-joo. So? If you want to hold me again, right this second..."
"That's something I can do without your permission, so don't get too cocky. Does the owner change the personality too? You didn't used to be this noisy..."
I finished thinking about the mask that had disappeared for a moment and picked up my own mask from the table. If what they were after was a 'physical body,' then I had a way too. A way to shatter the dream the mask so desperately wanted, humiliate it, and erase its very existence.
For that plan, I needed two things.
"Isabelle."
"........?"
"First, I'll make you mine again."
I needed many women. I needed my own Saintesses. The ownership of all the Saintesses I'd created with the previous mask had been transferred to the other side. I had to take them back. And I had to brainwash them thoroughly so they could never be taken again.
"Ha! You're still such a frustrating man... The reason you were able to create so many Saintesses was all thanks to Mother. Your immense desire and sexual appetite played a part, but it was only possible because Mother possessed countless characters and vast knowledge. That's how you could stay alive while holding ownership over that many Saintesses. And now you're trying with that half-baked mask?"
Isabelle laughed out loud, openly mocking my mask.
"...From. The. Woman. First."
The mask reacted as if triggered by her laughter.
"...That's right. At least the characters I carved are solid..."
The rest, I'd cover with my own sexual desire. This would be my first time putting it into practice, but I figured it should work.
"...The method's just a little different."
"Hehehe, if that makes you feel better, then go ahead and try as much as you want. Consider it Mother's mercy toward you, her former master—"
Thump—
I pressed the smaller-than-usual mask onto Isabelle's face. Her eyes, nose, and cheeks disappeared beneath the crude mask, but her smiling mouth remained completely exposed. Thanks to that, I could see everything clearly.
The corners of Isabelle's mouth, which had been curled in mockery toward me, were slowly drooping. The taunts she'd been spitting out just moments ago had abruptly stopped. I could see it all vividly.
And then—
"...Ah..."
Letting out a small sound, Isabelle moved her lips in a dazed motion as she rose from her kneeling position. She kept her mouth open while looking at me, her tongue moving restlessly. Even as sticky drool ran down her chin and dripped onto the floor, she didn't stop. With everything but her lower face hidden by the mask, she slowly approached and spoke.
"...Daddy, are you horny?"
"Ugh, damn it! If it worked, you should've said it worked! I got nervous thinking it failed!"
"You told me men get excited when they see a woman's filthy side, Daddy. Remember?"
Her body moved with an energy completely unlike Isabelle, yet her tone sounded utterly vacant. The one speaking with that voice while controlling a Saintess's body was my mask.
I'd wondered what would happen if it failed, but it looked like it had succeeded...
"...But why 'Daddy'? You said you'd never call me that even if you died..."
"The human who created me is Choi Woo-joo, so you're my daddy. And I thought the title 'Daddy' would be perfect for giving a sense of immorality."
Without a shred of shame, Isabelle spread her legs and squatted down. She formed a circle with her fingers, held it to her mouth, and flicked her tongue around, splattering saliva everywhere.
"Slurp, chuup, glup... How's this? Does this make you horny?"
"........."
From the tip of her tongue, which had been flashing jade-green, a deep violet hue began to rise. Isabelle's tongue, glistening wet with saliva, was dyed a purple even richer than grapes. It was proof that her body had been conquered by my new color—by my desire.
Now all I had to do was completely dye her mind, and the overwrite would be complete.
"...Looks like you're horny. Take out your cock, Daddy. I'll suck it for you."
The mask that had taken over Isabelle's body grabbed my zipper with her lips and pulled it down. My erect cock sprang out, swinging heavily from the loosened pants. With an emotionless voice and lips, Isabelle gave the cock a light kiss before opening her mouth wide.
From deep inside her throat, about five thin tentacles emerged. Those purple tentacles stood upright, tickling my shaft and massaging the glans.
"...Feed me your cum, Daddy. Then this woman will become yours..."
This was how the mask I'd created—my daughter—brainwashed women into becoming Saintesses.
Turning someone into a Saintess required many characters, but several of them were missing from the mask I'd crudely carved. So this was the alternative I'd come up with.
First, the mask seizes the woman's body and remodels and dominates it with my desire. At that point, the woman's body has already become a Saintess under the mask's complete control. However, her mind remains unchanged, so the mask needs to use the stolen body.
The mask uses the woman's body to make the owner ejaculate, then drinks the semen to imprint the role of a Saintess onto the woman's mind. After that, she would naturally fall to my desire and swear obedience.
It was far more troublesome than the old masks that only needed to be put on, but my mask had proudly declared, 'The Saintesses I make will be different.'
As her father, it was only natural to trust my child. I stroked the mask controlling Isabelle's body and said,
"It's still not enough. Take it in your mouth and suck with your tongue."
"...Yes, Daddy. Mmm, chuuee... slurp..."
"Oh..."
Isabelle pursed her lips and took my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue, poking out between her lips, swept along the shaft and licked my balls. The service only a Saintess could provide—and one I hadn't received in a while—felt incredibly good.
"Chuu... Seeing Daddy happy makes me happy too. I'm sure Isabelle feels the same."
The mask was hammering the joy of serving her master deep into Isabelle's soul. What kind of expression was Isabelle making behind that mask? Was she still mocking me? Had she noticed she was changing again? The fact that I couldn't confirm any of it turned into pleasure that set my brain on fire.
"Chuup, bwoo... slurp, lick..."
Soft hands and tongue giving a handjob, while the tentacles inside her mouth formed an onahole focused entirely on attacking my glans. Even though it was Isabelle's body, the completely different tongue technique from her usual service made my semen boil.
"Ugh...! I'm about to... cum...!"
"Oh, you're about to cum? Then here, Daddy."
Isabelle suddenly pulled her mouth away, tore her stockings and panties, and spread her pussy wide open. The pretty purple meat hole glistened, soaked with her love juices.
"Cum here. Pump your baby seed deep into Daddy's exclusive womb and let your daughter experience pregnancy, okay?"
I wanted to scold her and ask where the hell she learned lines like that, but with my cock on the verge of exploding and her pussy twitching right in front of me, I had no room to think. I lunged at Isabelle with enough force to crash into her and thrust into that pussy—
"Ah, ngh...!"
"Mmm... It's so warm inside. Feels pretty good... Then now..."
While I kept ejaculating, Isabelle's body suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the bed with her legs still spread. The mask was bounced off by the spring of the mattress and rolled across it. Finally, Isabelle's face was revealed. She lay there with her large purple eyes fixed on the ceiling, breathing heavily.
She looked around for a moment with an expression that said she had no idea what had just happened. Then, sensing the heat of desire filling her lower belly, Isabelle lifted her head and looked at me.
"...Isabelle."
"............"
I met her gaze. She was staring at me with wide eyes, never looking away.
"...Uh, did something go wrong—"
As I smiled awkwardly and pulled my cock out of her relentlessly squeezing tentacle pussy—
"...Ahha♡"
Isabelle suddenly broke into a bright smile and threw herself into my arms. What the... This never happened before, did it?
"I knew it. I believed in you. I knew you'd save me...♡"
"...Huh..."
Was this the Isabelle I knew? But something felt a little...
"Thank you so much for saving me... Daddy♡"
"What."