The Discarded Doll's Despair
The time of the abandoned doll’s wailing was two hours earlier. In the Count’s workshop bedroom, Carna wore a vulgar dancer’s outfit that left little to the imagination, her eyes vacant as she performed a mechanical dance at her master’s command. Yet the Count’s gaze, which should have followed the tips of her fingers slicing through the air, was fixed elsewhere.
“Ooh……! Ooooooh!” Even after the music stopped and the dance ended, the Count paid Carna no attention. On the bed, he was roughly stripping the new doll Edric had brought moments ago, his breath coming in ragged, beast-like gasps. Carna stood abandoned in the corner like a statue, forced to watch as her master marveled at the violent sensuality of a common maid’s body, so starkly at odds with her innocent, plain face.
“Yes, right there. That’s good. Excellent!” The Count ordered Emily to use her enormous breasts to wipe his entire body like a towel. “Ah, my lord…… How can your frame be so magnificent? Just looking at you takes my breath away.”
Following her master’s command, Emily swept her full breasts across the Count’s body while deploying her most fearsome weapon—the Three-Inch Tongue. “I can’t believe you’re over sixty. Compared to the young knights who come and go through the estate, your solid muscles and the sheer presence that comes with age make them look like nothing more than blood-soaked brats.”
The Count, long accustomed only to perfect, emotionless idiot dolls like Carna, trembled with a thrill he had never known before. Emily’s endless sweet flattery, polishing his body while inflating his masculinity and pride to the extreme, sent waves of dizzying ecstasy through him. But the true ecstasy came when her soft breasts slid downward and gently enveloped his powerless manhood, rendered impotent by the terror of recent events.
“Oh my, mmm…… My lord. You’re truly, truly magnificent……” Emily murmured in deep admiration as she slowly rubbed her cleavage against the Count’s completely unaroused member. “Even in this state, without having fully risen yet…… it’s already so much larger and heavier than any of my dead boyfriends’. It’s like a great beast lying deep in slumber.”
Her hot breath tickled his lower body. In a voice as if entranced, Emily spat out lethal poison. “When this terrifying thing of yours fully awakens…… my breasts alone won’t be enough to handle it. If it stands tall like before, I’ll have to use my tongue and lips until they’re completely worn out just to soothe you…… Ahh. Just imagining it makes me tingle down below, my lord……”
The Count’s fuse completely detonated at the praise pouring from that cunning, seductive tongue. The overwhelming sense of male superiority. His body had been artificially enlarged through magic and still couldn’t stand erect, yet Emily’s supreme visual and tactile stimulation, combined with gaslighting that transformed his most secret inferiority into superiority, drove his nerves mad.
“Ugh, ugh…… Ooooooh!” In the end, the Count climaxed pathetically, trembling without ever becoming fully erect. Beastly groans and repulsive sounds filled the chamber. All of it had happened in less than two hours since Emily entered this room. Before this witch who had forced pleasure from him using only her tongue and breasts, surpassing even physical defects, Carna’s presence was completely erased.
At that moment, a faint ripple began to stir beyond Carna’s empty consciousness, frozen like a statue. ‘Master…… I could do that too. I could please you too……’
Carna’s doll-like self began to awaken. She stared at Emily, who was stealing her master’s affection, with piercing eyes. Emily, who had keenly noticed that gaze, licked up the Count’s spent seed and carefully opened her mouth. “Heeung…… My lord, just like last time…… the lady over there is glaring at me so frighteningly.”
Emily glanced toward the corner where Carna had been discarded and burrowed into the Count’s arms as if frightened. Carna merely stood there, waiting for her master’s command with her usual numbness. Yet the terrible instinct boiling up from the depths of the old toy had unconsciously transformed into fierce killing intent directed at Emily.
Remembering Carna’s jealous gaze from before, the Count glanced at her and clicked his tongue in annoyance. “It’s been a while since her last maintenance. Looks like she’s about due for a breakdown.”
After a brief hesitation, the Count waved his hand at Carna, wanting to focus entirely on the sweet service of his new toy. “Get out right now and go wait in the annex where Camilla is. Or get Edric’s permission and help him train his daughter alongside Camilla.”
It was the moment Carna’s world collapsed. At her master’s cold dismissal, Carna stiffly turned to leave the bedroom. Through the narrowing gap of the closing door, she saw Emily pressing close to the Count’s body, whispering sweetly into his ear. In that instant, a grotesque light flashed in Carna’s unfocused eyes. It was a silent, soul-burning, terrible jealousy.
The Count’s interest in her cousin Camilla was something Carna could understand—she knew Camilla’s beauty better than anyone, sharing the same bloodline. But the fact that he had issued her a dismissal because he was captivated by a cheap, large-breasted common maid dragged her long-buried self from the depths. She felt furious and miserable. Especially with Emily…… this was the second time. The horrific realization that the same woman had completely stolen his attention twice, for the same reason, struck her abyss.
That overwhelming jealousy and possessiveness finally shattered the chains of her idiotic state, fully awakening Carna’s self as ‘the doll who craves her master’s love.’
Click. The door closed, leaving her alone in the cold corridor. Thick tears fell onto the cheeks of the woman who had regained her self. Pushed out of the bedroom by her master’s cold dismissal, Carna wiped the moisture blurring her vision and staggered down the long, dark mansion corridor. When she had been a perfect idiot without her self, she hadn’t even felt shame. But now that the ‘doll’s self craving her master’s affection’ had awakened, every sensation felt chillingly miserable.
The master who had once cherished and obsessed over her had completely lost his mind to a cheap commoner toy that had rolled in just two hours ago. ‘I’ve been…… discarded. I’ve become useless secondhand goods.’
Carna’s blue eyes grew wet with profound loss. Following the ingrained command to maintain the dignity of a countess, she donned a black dress over her outfit and walked pitifully toward Edric’s annex. “Oh my…… Isn’t that the Countess? She’s usually so quiet, like she’s out of her mind, but today she’s heading toward the annex so forlornly…… Could it be that the young master from earlier……”
“Shh. Do you want to get fired? Poor Emily seems to be serving the Count after the son this time.”
The night-shift maids she encountered by chance pressed against the wall to make way, whispering secretly. Most servants in the mansion didn’t know the Count’s true nature, but some who worked at night were maids under suggestion to serve him and had some inkling of his reality.
“But the lady looks especially beautiful today, doesn’t she? When she’s unconscious, she just looks like a perfectly crafted ‘living doll’……” “Right. Seeing her walk with such sorrow in her eyes, she’s like a ‘living sculpture’ filled with sadness.”
The maids’ thoughtless admiration pierced Carna’s ears. Living doll. Living sculpture. At those praises that weren’t praises, Carna shed bloody tears inside and swallowed bitter self-mockery. ‘Doll or sculpture…… in the end, they’re just someone’s property, tools meant only to be passively appreciated. I’m a wife. I was a wife meant to devote myself to my master……’
She was a wife serving her husband, not an ornamental tool, Carna screamed inwardly. The sorrow of an old toy that hadn’t been held in her master’s arms for years, reduced to a mere decorative ornament, gnawed at her soul. ‘Master…… I could please you just like that vulgar maid…… I want to be loved too……’
With the doll’s blind affection and jealousy intertwined, Carna found herself before the innermost chamber of Edric’s annex, where Camilla was supposedly waiting. Creak—. The moment she opened the heavy door and stepped inside, Carna froze as if nailed to the spot. The room was filled with thick, sticky lust. Beyond the glass wall revealing the adjacent room, on the massive bed, her son Edric was embracing Karin, Camilla’s daughter, showering her with seductive caresses.
“Haa, ah…… Edric, there, there……!” “Relax, Karin. This is training you wanted.”
Karin twisted her body in shame yet clung to Edric, fully savoring the pleasure he gave. Even if caught in a trap of deception, she was clearly craving and accepting her master’s love of her own ‘will.’ Watching her lover share affection in this secret relationship, Camilla sat on the corner sofa with her legs spread. She was pleasuring herself with a flushed face while secretly observing the immoral act of her master Edric taking her daughter.
“Haaa…… Master…… hng, ah…… Me too, please favor me too…… I need your touch, hng……”
Camilla’s depraved self-pleasure, comforting her loneliness at being unable to stay by her master’s side while blindly craving the master who was having relations with her daughter. Carna’s blue eyes shook violently like an earthquake as she alternated between the mother and daughter. ‘They…… they’re different from me.’
Even though they had fallen to the same doll-like fate, those two at least had a minimum of ‘self’ and ‘emotion’ permitted to them. The freedom to feel shame, crave affection, respond to pleasure on their own, and thirst for their master’s love. But what about her? The Count had completely destroyed her noble self and turned her into a perfect ‘idiot’ with no emotions left. A perfect shell stripped of the right to feel sorrow, seek pleasure on her own, or beg for love at her master’s feet. The merciless discrimination and discarded position struck her to the bone, and Carna’s doll self was finally engulfed in unbearable despair.
“Aah…… Aaaaaah…… Hic, hic……!” Thud, plop. Carna collapsed onto the floor and began wailing like a beast. “Hic……!”
At Carna’s grief-stricken cry that seemed to tear the chamber apart, Camilla, who had been enjoying her hazy self-pleasure on the sofa, startled and stopped her hands. Her face flushed as if it would burst from the shame of having her secret, vulgar act discovered. But the grotesque sight of her cousin Carna, prostrate on the floor and wailing as if her breath would stop, froze even that shame instantly. The usual emotionless mannequin-like appearance was nowhere to be seen. The Countess, weeping like a child with the despair of being discarded and terrible jealousy, was chillingly unfamiliar and wretched.
“Uh, sister……? Sister! Why are you suddenly like this, why are you crying……!”
The flustered Camilla hurriedly fixed her clothes and rushed to Carna, trying to support her. But Carna only roughly shook off Camilla’s hands and sobbed even more sorrowfully. Her gaze was directed at Edric, Camilla’s ‘master,’ who was looking down at them from the bed. Sensing something was wrong, Camilla forcibly pulled the trembling Carna to her feet and urgently shouted toward the bed beyond the glass wall. “E-Edric…… Sister, sister keeps crying…… It’s like she suddenly regained her self…… No, like she’s in terrible despair and wailing……!”
At the commotion, Edric, who had been holding Karin’s waist, slowly turned his head this way. The air of the pleasure-drenched chamber began to freeze coldly along with the abandoned doll’s wails.