Merged Ego, The Perfect Doll
The observation room lay submerged beneath a heavy darkness. Only through the transparent magical glass that covered one entire wall did a brilliant yet grotesque golden light pour in. Pressed flush against that glass, Camilla—once the empire’s knight commander—knelt in a thin blue negligee, hands clasped piously together. Her blue eyes followed the bed in the secret chamber beyond with blind, fervent heat. The room had been decorated like a sacred altar, and there her most beloved daughter in all the world, Karin, rested in the arms of the great master, Edric.
“Ahh… Edric, haa, mmm…”
“Breathe, Karin. Slowly.”
The faint sounds of their breathing, subtly amplified by the magic tool, drifted into the observation room. Rather than ravaging the girl like a beast, Edric cradled her lips with the care one might show a fragile glass sculpture, gently stroking her cheek. Karin, who had never once shown weakness during even the harshest training, now melted helplessly in his embrace, clinging to him with desperate, melting longing.
“Ahh… It’s truly, truly a relief. That our Karin is receiving such tender love…”
Camilla’s clasped hands trembled as tears of overwhelming emotion slid down her cheeks. This was nothing like the sweet, violent ecstasy she herself had known since becoming Edric’s doll. Master Edric had granted her daughter the noble station of wife, embracing her body not with brutal lust but with tender affection. As a mother, Camilla’s heart swelled with boundless joy at the knowledge that her daughter had found happiness as a woman who was truly loved.
Yet beneath that pure maternal love, Camilla’s body—remodeled in every way to suit her master’s tastes—was slowly awakening the primal instincts of a female in heat.
Beyond the glass, Edric’s large hand slid past Karin’s slender shoulder and traced the heavy curve of her breast with slow, sticky intent.
“Hng, ah… Edric, move your hand… That’s…”
The instant Karin’s sweet, embarrassed moan echoed through the observation room, a sharp thrill coiled like a snake in the depths of Camilla’s belly and raced up her spine.
“Haup…!”
Her hands, once clasped in prayer, unconsciously slipped down to clutch her own breasts. Every time Edric teased Karin’s nipples, the peaks of Camilla’s breasts stiffened in perfect unison, hardening into aching points. It felt as though her master’s touch pierced straight through the glass to caress her at the same time—an ecstatic phantom pleasure that left her mind praying for her daughter’s happiness while her body screamed for more.
“Haa… Haa… M-Master… Ahh…”
Camilla’s breathing grew ragged. She shook her sweat-dampened golden hair wildly and began rubbing her thighs together beneath the thin skirt. The longer the union continued in the secret chamber, the thicker the master’s gentle whispers and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh became, the more helplessly her own love juices gushed out, soaking her underwear into a slick, dripping mess.
“Master is… right now, cherishing our child… Ung, haa! Mmm, hng!”
Finally Camilla hiked up her skirt and thrust her long fingers into her own drenched slit.
Squish. Squelch.
As Edric stirred Karin’s depths with his fingers beyond the glass, the lewd, wet sounds Camilla created in the darkened observation room wove a grotesque harmony with them.
“Ahh! Haang! Yes, right there… Karin, my daughter… Feel it deeper… Mommy’s feeling it too, haaup! Mommy’s coming with you…!”
She had gone mad. Completely, perfectly mad.
Even while masturbating to her own daughter’s lovemaking, Camilla rationalized it completely as a sacred ritual in which she and her daughter shared their master’s grace. Her eyes had turned hazy white with pleasure, gleaming with grotesque insanity as she ground her swollen clit and scraped her inner walls.
And then it came.
The moment when Karin’s virginity—protected with such solemn resolve—finally tore apart.
“……Eh?”
The instant the deflated sound slipped from Karin’s lips—
Thud!
Edric’s massive shaft slammed all the way to the entrance of her womb in a single brutal thrust, producing a dull, wet rupture.
“Ha, haa… U, hik, ah, aaaaang!?”
An overwhelming pleasure exploded like a bursting dam, completely burying the pain of her torn maidenhood. Karin’s body arched like a taut bowstring as she let out a bestial scream of climax.
In that same catastrophic instant, Camilla—cheek pressed to the glass, watching her own ugly, aroused face overlap with her daughter’s pleasure-twisted features—convulsed as if struck by lightning.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—!!!!”
In the exact moment Karin lost her virginity and reached orgasm, Camilla was swept away by a gigantic wave of pleasure she could not endure. Her whole body stiffened, seized by violent spasms, and clear, viscous juices sprayed down her thighs like a fountain, soaking the observation room’s carpet.
“Haa… Haaaa… So good… Too, too good… Master…!”
Panting in the lingering aftershocks, Camilla collapsed to the floor. Yet once the wave of ecstasy receded, what remained was a crushing emptiness and an even deeper, more painful thirst for her master.
Her body had been rebuilt so thoroughly that fingers could never satisfy it. Only Edric’s merciless, scorching presence driving deep into her guts could bring her to the true peak.
“More… Ahh, more, I need more… Master, please hold me too… Haa, mmm…!”
Crawling across the floor, twisting and writhing as reason deserted her, Camilla’s unfocused gaze finally landed on the corner of the bed. There sat her cousin, Carna, wearing a thin black negligee identical to her own, staring blankly like a doll.
“……Sister.”
The woman who had once had her ego completely castrated beneath Count Blake’s cruel rule, living only as a meat doll called wife. Yet now, deep within Carna’s vacant eyes, burned a vicious envy toward her niece Karin—who was being perfected beyond the glass by receiving the master’s complete love and pleasure—and the fierce jealousy of an abandoned doll toward the master who refused to embrace her.
Camilla crawled forward like a starving beast, ragged breaths hot against the floor, until she reached Carna. She stretched out both arms and pulled the ice-cold body into a tight embrace.
“Sister… Did you see? Our children have finally become husband and wife. Now we are a truly inseparable, perfect family.”
Carna offered no reply even as her sister’s sticky, feverish hands slid down her collar. Camilla did not care. She pressed her lips to Carna’s ear and whispered, sweet and grotesque at once.
“But… Master won’t come here today. He’ll only be gentle with our poor Karin. Hehe, I’m… a little disappointed. Just like when your master wouldn’t hold you. The same feeling you once had.”
Chu. Smooch.
Camilla’s burning lips traveled over Carna’s pale neck and cheek before greedily devouring her tightly sealed mouth. Saliva mixed. Their tongues tangled wetly. Carna’s ego-less body twitched reflexively, accepting the kiss.
“Haa… Slurp. So, sister… You who were abandoned by master, and this pitiful me whom master refuses to use tonight… Let’s comfort each other’s loneliness, just the two of us.”
Camilla’s voice no longer belonged to a rational being. It was the voice of a female in heat, chasing the afterimage of her master. She shoved Carna roughly onto the bed, stripped their negligees away, and began biting and licking at her cousin’s heavy breasts like a wild animal.
“Haaah… Ung, sister… Carna, sister…!”
At the same time her fingers plunged violently into Carna’s ego-less slit. The older woman’s waist bent helplessly; a mechanical moan leaked from her lips. Camilla ground her own soaked mound relentlessly against Carna’s thigh, greedily filling the hunger she could not sate with Edric by devouring her sister’s body instead.
“Ahh! Haang! Sister, aaah… So good… If we comfort each other like this… Master will, aaah! Master will praise us as a wonderful family… Hng, aaang!”
Over Carna’s cold skin, Camilla’s boiling juices smeared in sticky trails. As she violently violated her ego-less sister, Camilla perfectly deceived herself into believing this was an act of caring for the family in their master’s place, proof of her own devotion.
A doll who had lost her reason and a doll who had lost her ego. The wet, sticky sounds and sweet scent of their bodily fluids mixed with the sacred wedding night unfolding in the next room, dyeing the night of the Blake County Estate in an irredeemable abyss of depravity.
It was then that Edric’s cool voice drifted through the glass once more, striking Camilla’s ears.
“Spread your legs wider and wrap them around my waist. If you have truly sworn to become my wife, do not simply receive—move your hips yourself and serve me.”
And to that sadistic command—
“Y-Yes! Edric… Haang! I, I’ll… Ung, I’ll pleasure you myself!”
Karin cast aside all shame and desperately shook her hips, acting coquettish in her role as a beloved wife. Camilla watched that breathtaking display of submission and devotion without blinking, even as she rubbed her own dripping crotch against her sister’s, their bodies entangled.
On Karin’s face—tongue extended, licking Edric’s lips in the throes of climax—shone a look of true happiness and ecstasy as a woman that had never appeared during her glorious days as a knight.
Before that overwhelming beauty of surrender, a vast spark of realization ignited inside Camilla’s mind.
She compared the miserable life of Carna—the pitiful lump of flesh beneath her who reacted only to mechanical pleasure—with Karin’s life beyond the glass. Karin, who received only her master’s love and control, firmly believed she was happy inside the shell of wife, and savored every moment of pleasure.
“Yes… Aah, Karin. You are truly loved. You have become… a perfect wife…”
Hot tears of overwhelming emotion poured from Camilla’s eyes.
As a mother, the perfect acknowledgment that her daughter would live happier than anyone else as the wife of the great and flawless Edric. Even the horrific truth—that her daughter’s soul had been eternally deceived and trapped in the abyss of hell by Edric’s hand—now appeared to Camilla as perfect salvation and blessing.
Within that overwhelming conviction, the fragile shell of “normal maternal love” that had barely remained inside her finally shattered and collapsed, losing all form.
There was no longer any ego named morality or maternal love within Camilla. Only blind love for her master, absolute acceptance that his cruel domination was right, and an extreme submissive psychology that gladly offered her own and her family’s bodies as dolls. All of it had fused perfectly inside her soul, reborn as a completed new self that moved and thought solely according to Edric’s will.
And so, in the darkness of the observation room, the catastrophic wet sounds produced by doll and doll entangled together wove a bizarre harmony with the daughter’s cries that rang out all night from the next room, dragging the Blake County Estate ever deeper into an inescapable abyss.