Completion of the Doll Bloomed from the Red Blood Flower
The red blood flower had bloomed, and the doll was complete.
“It’ll hurt a little, Karin.”
“It’s okay… If it’s the pain of becoming yours, I’ll accept it gladly.”
While soothing her trembling body, I slowly pushed my length inside her. The firm barrier of her virginity gave way with a soft pop, and a crimson blood flower spread across the sheets.
Karin squeezed her eyes shut, steeling herself for the agony she believed was coming. She was convinced that the flesh-tearing torment would be the perfect antidote, the one thing capable of shattering the cursed hypnotic chains that bound her.
But.
“…Eh?”
Instead of a scream, only a deflated, breathless sound slipped from her lips. The agonized cry she had expected to fill the secret room never came. Her tightly shut red eyes flew open in confusion, round and blinking.
“What… what is this? Why doesn’t it hurt?”
The pain of her maidenhead tearing was so faint it rendered her solemn vow to break the hypnosis through agony utterly meaningless. Instead, a strange sensation swirled through her lower belly, strong enough to overshadow any sting.
“Ugh… Ah. It does hurt a little… but not nearly as much as I thought. It feels… tingly inside. Edric…”
Karin scratched her faintly flushed cheek, looking almost embarrassed that the tragic, terrible pain she had imagined had been an overreaction. She was about to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me like a loving partner, continuing her tender pillow talk, when I swallowed a cold, twisted smile.
With one brutal thrust, I drove the rest of my cock to the very end of her, slamming against the deepest part of her cervix.
Thud—!!
“…Hik!?”
A sharp gasp tore from Karin’s throat. Her awkwardly smiling lips convulsed and froze solid. Complete penetration. The instant my entire length crushed her most secret sanctuary without mercy.
“Eh? Eh?! Eh!!! Uwaaaaang♡♡♡♡”
The condensed sexual sensitivity the original protagonist had implanted and I had meticulously cultivated for a week detonated all at once like a detonator. It was not mere pleasure. Like a massive dam collapsing, molten lava-like ecstasy erupted from the deepest part of her womb and surged mercilessly backward through every blood vessel and nerve in her body.
“Uooook! ♡ Aang! ♡ I’m, I’m cuuuumming! ♡”
The knightly resolve to use pain as a milestone to free herself from hypnosis evaporated with a single gasp. Every nerve cell in her body was being brutally reassembled in real time by the poison of my pleasure so that it would react only to me.
With nothing but a single deep thrust, Karin’s eyes rolled back white. Her whole body shuddered violently as she reached an intense first climax.
“Ah, aah! Ah, hiiik♡♡♡”
Moans that sounded more like choking than breathing. Her back arched, arms flailing uselessly in the air, toes curled tight as her lower body convulsed. These were not human sounds. They were the noises of a grotesque instrument being remade solely for its owner’s pleasure—my personal doll.
Her mind desperately tried to slam on the brakes amid the brain-melting flood of ecstasy, but her reassembled body completely ignored her will. It shook her hips coquettishly, begging me to go deeper.
That was when my expression changed.
The gentle savior who had been kissing her scars only moments ago vanished. My face cooled into a cold, icy wall. I leaned down until my lips brushed the ear of the drooling, pleasure-drunk woman beneath me and whispered the truth that would transform her sweet dream into lethal phantom pain.
“Thank you for becoming my wife, Karin. Now, within the ‘free will’ you wanted so badly, serve your husband properly.”
“……!!”
My soft, ice-cold voice and sweet declaration made her pleasure-glazed red eyes widen with shock and rapture. She stared straight up at me. Convinced that this union she believed she had chosen had truly made us husband and wife, even her sense of self was slowly being rebuilt as my wife. Her lips trembled with joy.
Finally, from between the lips of a woman whose reason had completely evaporated, a sweet, viscous vow flowed out.
“Yes…… Haa, Edric. I…… will become your perfect wife and serve you diligently for the rest of my life…… Haang! ♡♡♡”
A dreamy, obscene face melted by addiction to pleasure. The noble knight of the empire was gone. Only a doll remained—one that proudly declared herself my wife and fawned like a bitch in heat.
On the first night her virgin body became one with her husband, the moment she accepted the hot stake of the man she had acknowledged, a woman truly becomes one man’s woman. All her suppressed sexuality responded to my overwhelming presence scraping her womb, shoving her pitiful soul straight into an abyss of pleasure.
“Ah, no…… This, huat, feels good♡♡♡ Haang! Aaaaaang!! Good! So good! Edric! Ah, a, Edric!!!!!!”
The lips that had once denied pleasure now spewed beastly cries of praise. She no longer recognized the enemy who had deceived and dragged her into the abyss. Instead she begged and screamed for me to thrust harder. The empire’s pride, moral values, and desire for revenge had all burned away, leaving only the instinct of a female panting in submission to her owner’s merciless touch.
I gazed down kindly at my completed doll, whose screams were grotesquely mixed with ecstasy, and began to thrust with greedy force—like a death sentence that would sever what remained of her humanity.
Thud. Thrust—!
The obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh weighed heavily on the air inside the secret room. At first, in the missionary position, Karin could only grip the sheets and convulse like she was having a seizure, completely unable to handle the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
“Aht! Haang! Ah, uung! E-Edric! Too, it’s too deeeep♡♡♡”
She cried out in sounds that could have been screams or moans, her eyes rolling back again and again. But once the venom of pleasure had completely pickled her brain beyond her womb, her once-stiff body began to evolve at astonishing speed to suit its owner’s tastes.
“Haa… Uung! Ah, since I’m your wife… I have to… make my husband… happy…”
Even as her breath failed her, Karin, brain melted by pleasure, lisped her wifely duties to herself. Then she lifted her trembling legs and wrapped them around my waist like a snake.
The passive prey that had merely convulsed while being fucked had transformed into an active female who now pulled me into her deepest parts, determined not to miss a single drop of my movement.
“Edric, ut, haa! Am I doing good…? As your wife, do you think I’m pretty…? Huang♡♡♡”
Any noble dignity or meager pride she once possessed as an imperial knight had vanished. With a face drenched in tears, sweat, and pleasure, Karin begged like a bitch in heat craving praise.
“Love me more… more, Edric… Love me until I break♡♡♡”
Looking down at that blind, desperate plea, I slowed my hips for a moment. I decided to run one small, sadistic test to confirm whether my doll was truly finished.
“If you’re that hungry for praise… stick your tongue out first, Karin.”
Drunk on pleasure, Karin obeyed without the slightest suspicion, extending her red tongue.
“Uae…? (Why…?)”
The question was pure and blind, her pronunciation slurred by the outstretched tongue.
I bit my lower lip just enough to draw a drop of blood, then rolled it onto my thumb.
“The lower mouth already carries a thick stamp declaring it’s mine. I should mark the upper one the same way.”
With a cold smile, I pressed my blood-stained thumb firmly onto her outstretched tongue. Then I shoved my finger roughly toward the root, blatantly violating the inside of her soft mouth.
“Uup! Chup, chuurup…!”
Had she still been the noble imperial knight with her reason intact, she would have glared furiously and snarled, You crazy bastard, what the hell are you doing? It was an utterly humiliating, perverted act.
But my ‘wife,’ who had begun to perfectly accept and devote herself to the pleasure I gave her, was different. Instead of pushing my finger away, she curled her tongue around it and began to lick and suck with loving care, as if it were sweet candy.
Even as the fishy taste of blood filled her mouth, her dreamy, hazy eyes shone with nothing but overwhelming joy—interpreting even this perverted game as proof of her husband’s possessiveness and love.
“Haa… Chup, Edric, so good… Your blood tastes sweet♡♡♡”
The perfect corruption of her happily sucking my finger like a bitch in heat filled me with deep arousal. I smiled with the arrogance of a ruler and spread her thighs even wider, pinning them down.
“What a lovely and perfect wife you are. Then stop begging for praise with just your mouth. Prove it with your body.”
I thrust my cock into her mercilessly once more and commanded in the voice of a true master.
“Match the rhythm of my thrusts. Bounce your hips up to meet me. Serve me like a perfectly trained doll… No, like the most devoted wife in the world.”
It was the language of thorough training disguised as love. But to Karin, whose soul was already bound by cognitive dissonance and chains of pleasure, that chilling command sounded like the sweetest blessing and most affectionate request from her husband.
“Yes…! Aah, I understand, Edric! I’ll do… Haang! Ut, even better!”
With my blood and her silver saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, Karin cried out in ecstasy. The moment the order left my lips, she began slamming her own hips upward in perfect sync with my downward thrusts, squeezing out every ounce of strength.
Squish. Squelch—!
Viscous, boiling sounds erupted noisily from our joined bodies. The sight of her eagerly meeting my thrusts and grinding her own cervix against me without a shred of shame was so devoted, so vulgar, that even a completed doll like Camilla would have been speechless.
“Aht! Haaaaang! Edric, Edric! Good, it feels so good♡♡♡♡♡♡”
Every time she shook her hips and took me deeper, Karin screamed until her voice grew hoarse. Drool spilled uncontrollably from her mouth as she lost control of her own pleasure, yet her arms desperately clung to my neck, begging pitifully for even one more kiss.
Gazing down at this lovely meat doll—thoroughly broken and reassembled to worship only me—I finally prepared to pour the thickest, darkest desire condensed inside me into her deepest sanctuary.
“Take it all, Karin. As my wife.”
The black, sticky lust for domination that had been boiling deep within me finally broke through its limit.
Thud. Thuuud—!
Crushing the entrance of her womb, I unleashed every last drop of the hot venom of pleasure I had stored up, flooding the deepest part of her sanctuary.
“Ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaht—♡♡♡♡♡♡”
A beastly death cry tore from Karin’s throat. The sensation of my hot seed striking her womb walls triggered a total explosion of her already-overloaded sexuality. It was the longest, most endless climax the imperial knight Karin had never experienced in her twenty years of life—one no human nervous system could possibly endure.
“Haaang! Ah! Ah, no, it’s too, too hooot! Ed-ric, aaaaang♡♡♡”
Her entire body convulsed violently as if struck by lightning. Her eyes had rolled completely back, showing only white. Silver saliva dripped unbecomingly from the mouth that had once begged for praise. Her fingers and toes curled grotesquely as she clutched the sheets, her whole body seizing.
Her brain, swept away by a tidal wave of pleasure she could not withstand, burned pure white.
“Ah… Aah… Good… So… goooood…”
At the tail end of her climax, the cries that had seemed endless finally stopped. Crushed beneath supreme ecstasy, unable to breathe properly, Karin’s trembling body went limp. She lost consciousness and fainted.
“Haa…”
Breathing roughly, I looked down at my ‘wife’ with cold eyes. The daughter of the empire’s greatest swordsman, who had been actively shaking her hips and begging for my praise only moments ago, now lay completely naked, passed out drunk on pleasure.
I tapped the sweat-soaked cheek of my beautiful, flawed doll—now reduced to my possession—and let out a wry smile.
“That won’t do, Karin. Losing consciousness before your husband?”
I stroked her unresponsive red lips roughly with my thumb and whispered with eyes gleaming like a beast.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to use you like a doll while you’re unconscious.”
Without mercy, I grabbed her limp hips and yanked her toward me. A hollow shell whose reason had been severed and consciousness had flown away. The time of the perfect ‘meat doll’ had begun—no longer needing even the flimsy excuse of ‘wife’ she had created for herself.
Squish. Squelch—!
Her unconscious body shook limply like a doll in time with my savage thrusts. In the silent secret room, only the beast’s violent, obscene sounds of ravishing the completed doll echoed grotesquely throughout the night.