The Flower of the Abyss Blooms
My finger poked Karin’s cheek, which was slick with a messy blend of sweat and cloudy semen. The daughter of the Empire’s greatest swordsman—who had only moments ago been screaming, swept away by an unbearable tidal wave of climax—now lay sprawled on the bed with her legs splayed open like a frog’s. Her crimson eyes rolled halfway back in their sockets, and her body, utterly limp and coated head to toe in my sticky lust, looked so perfectly pathetic it was hard to believe she had once been a noble knight.
“Kuh… euhh…”
A cute, deflated whimper slipped from between Karin’s lips as my mischievous finger prodded her cheek. It sounded like a whining puppy begging me to stop teasing her. I gazed down at that bizarre yet adorable sight, drowning in deep, dark ecstasy.
Her body has been perfectly remade as my personal toy.
From the very first thrust to the final spurt, her flesh had soaked up every drop of my pleasure like a sponge. Even the pain of her maidenhead tearing had been rewritten as pure bliss. This body could no longer survive a single day without my touch. It had become a bitch in heat that existed only for me.
All that remained was to crush the pathetic scraps of pride and reason still clinging inside her skull, then seize complete dominion over her mind. Once that was done, the most perfect doll in the world—an ideal wife who would breathe and go into estrus solely for me—would finally be complete.
“Sleep tight. I’ll… go fetch your mother-in-law.”
I smiled and pulled the thick blanket over Karin’s ruined, naked body.
“Huff… huff…”
The moment the blanket settled, Karin buried her nose in the sheets heavy with my scent and fell into a deep, childlike sleep. Leaving behind those peaceful, defenseless breaths, I threw on a loose robe and opened the door to the secret chamber.
“…What a truly pathetic spectacle.”
The observation room still reeked of lingering pleasure and depravity. I had just finished my business in the hidden chamber and stepped inside wearing only a robe when the bizarre farce unfolding before me made me snort with laughter.
“Ahh! M-Master…!”
The two naked women tangled together on the bed like beasts froze instantly. More precisely, only Camilla—who had been frantically grinding her dripping crotch against Carna—flinched and curled up in panic. Carna herself remained completely still, her ego erased, eyes vacant and staring into empty space.
The sight of my mother-in-law shamelessly using another man’s doll to soothe her boiling lust while I wasn’t even watching was utterly ridiculous. Yet inside, I cheered. Even in the original novel, there had been a twisted setting where Camilla, driven mad by loneliness and sexual frustration, would drag her own daughter Karin into bed and violate her to relieve her desires.
No matter how melted her brain had become from pleasure, using another doll as a masturbation aid without permission? She truly was an irredeemable bitch in heat.
“Camilla. I distinctly told you to wait. How dare you satisfy your vulgar urges with someone else’s doll without your Master’s permission?”
“Hiiik! I-I’m sorry! Master! Uhhk… the sounds of you and Karin from the next room were just… so good… my body moved on its own…!”
Camilla scrambled off the bed and dropped to her knees on the carpet, pressing her forehead to the floor. Her flushed, naked body trembled violently as she tried to kiss the top of my foot. She looked exactly like a perfect little dog—terrified of her owner’s whip yet desperately craving his touch.
I gently stroked her golden hair and gave a soft command.
“It’s fine. I’ll use that burning body of yours to the point of exhaustion later. For now, go to the next room. Karin is completely spent from what just happened and is fast asleep.”
“Ah…! T-To where our Karin is…!”
“That’s right. It’s been a while—let mother and daughter sleep together in the same bed. And when your daughter wakes up, have a nice little chat about how her first experience felt and how deep her husband’s love is. Comfort her as a mother when that pathetic sense of shame makes her lose her mind.”
I knew women often bonded by sharing intimate memories of their first nights. So when I ordered her to deepen the intimacy between the two dolls who would now be loved by me together, Camilla’s blue eyes sparkled with rapture and blind joy.
“Y-Yes! I will engrave it into my heart, Master! This mother will spend all night making sure our Karin understands exactly how great a blessing it is to be your wife!”
Camilla was so perfectly moved by the training order I had disguised as ‘familial love’ that she crawled toward the next room completely naked, shaking her nonexistent tail in delight.
Once the secret chamber door closed, only Carna and I remained in the observation room. I looked down at her body with cold eyes. She was a mess of fluids after Camilla had toyed with her, her pupils completely empty, devoid of any focus.
“It’s about time… for our family to live together in cozy harmony.”
Muttering to myself, I approached the bed and lifted Carna’s limp body. I moved her stiff, doll-like limbs and dressed her in the scattered clothes myself. In the quiet stillness of handling her like an expensive ball-jointed doll, I straightened her clothes, then leaned close to her ear.
I concentrated the power of words onto the tip of my tongue and whispered the absolute administrator keyword that would shatter the lock Count Blake had planted deep in her brain.
"Flos Abyssi."
⟨ Flower of the Abyss ⟩
“……!!”
Instantly, Carna’s vacant pupils began contracting and dilating wildly. The ego that had been castrated surged back like a tidal wave, bringing unbearable agony. Her body arched like a drawn bow and convulsed violently. She bit her lip, letting out a silent scream, then gasped for breath and fixed me with a complex gaze filled with hatred, shock, and a strange hint of expectation.
The empty eyes of a doll had returned to the arrogant, brilliant gaze of the genius mage who had once ruled the western reaches of the Empire decades ago.
I gave my mother an arrogant smile and gently stroked her cheek.
“Welcome back, Mother. Everything from now on depends on your choices and your acting. I’m giving you the most perfect and cruel opportunity to settle the grudge you’ve carried your entire life.”
At my chilling declaration, Carna bit her trembling lips tightly and gave a silent nod. Her blue eyes burned with murderous intent and venom toward the old Count, along with the lingering mix of love and hate she still felt for the doll she had become.
“Well then, shall we go? It’s time to meet Father.”
Escorting the awakened Carna, I headed toward the Count’s workshop. And the moment I opened the door—
“……What the hell.”
I instinctively covered my nose and frowned deeply. Through the crack of the massive iron door, a revolting stench poured out—a mixture of the old man’s sour semen, the rotten smell unique to the elderly, and the thick, feminine scent of a bitch in heat. It was dozens of times worse than the back alleys of a whorehouse that hadn’t been ventilated in years.
Just how many times did that bitch Emily milk the old fart to make it smell this bad the second the door cracks open?
Stunned, I paused and stroked my chin. If the smell was this overpowering, it was entirely possible the old man—who had lost his sexual function—had suddenly regained his youth, overindulged in pleasure, and suffered a fatal orgasm. There were plenty of historical tales in this world about powerful men who died from having their life force sucked dry by perfectly remade hypnotic dolls.
Even the first Emperor who unified the continent three hundred years ago had turned all the beautiful enemy princesses into hypnotic dolls for his harem, only to die of a heart attack in his later years from excessive indulgence. It was a rather pointed anecdote.
He couldn’t have died already, could he? I still have plans left.
Harboring doubts, I knocked lightly on the slightly open iron door.
“Father. It’s Edric. I have something to report.”
The heavy knock echoed. From beyond the door came the sound of ragged breathing and the wet slap of flesh, followed by an old, hoarse voice thick with bizarre ecstasy.
“……Haa, haa. What is it, Edric? I’m in the middle of the greatest moment of my entire life right now… ugh!”
His voice sounded like he was lost in heaven while receiving Emily’s outrageous service. At least he was still alive. But I had zero desire to lay eyes on the old Count’s ugly naked body trembling in pleasure.
Instead of entering, I stood at the entrance with the door between us and began speaking the words I had prepared.
“I apologize for the interruption, but this concerns a major family matter. I have finally completed Karin’s body as my perfect doll.”
The sound of slapping flesh paused for a moment, then the Count’s intrigued laughter leaked out.
“Oho… so that arrogant wench has finally become a bitch beneath you. Well done, my son.”
“Thank you. What remains is to completely subjugate her mind—either turn her into a perfect ‘wife’ doll who willingly serves her husband of her own free will, or destroy her reason entirely and leave her as nothing but a service doll like Mother. Either way, she’ll make an excellent broodmare for producing an heir.”
I wrapped an arm around Carna’s shoulder beside me and continued with feigned nonchalance.
“That being the case, I intend to spend day and night thoroughly mixing our bodies to ensure she conceives. So please prepare the wedding quickly. I’d like to announce it to the world as a shotgun wedding, if possible.”
“I’ll arrange the wedding without delay.”
“Excellent. For the time being, I will take both dolls who will become family with me to the villa on the outskirts of the territory.”
“What? The villa?”
A hint of displeasure entered the Count’s voice.
“If you are to become the family heir, you should be taking over territory management and all major affairs. Yet you want to hole up in a villa with two women? Aren’t you playing around too much?”
“Haha, Father, please. What kind of family could a worthless scoundrel like me possibly lead? I detest tedious administrative work. If I simply plant my strong seed at the villa and a fine child is born, you can make that child the next heir. Until then, you should continue living healthily—just as you are now—for a very, very long time and protect the family.”
It was blatant mockery and irony, but the old man, blinded by pleasure, took it as his son’s foolish declaration of abandoning power and let out a satisfied snort.
“Hmph, you lazy bastard. Well, leaving behind superior seed would indeed be far more valuable than trying to rule the family with that empty head of yours.”
“In that case, why not entrust the family’s major and minor affairs to Mother? Her ego seems to have awakened to some degree, as you saw this morning.”
I cast out the crucial bait.
“What nonsense. Isn’t Carna nothing but an empty shell that cannot move without my orders?”
“…As you saw this morning, it appears Mother’s ego has awakened out of jealousy. When I asked her yesterday, she said she could serve you day and night just as well as Emily and that she wants to do many things for you.”
“Hoo… kuhuhu. That’s not something the girl from her youth would ever say.”
The Count sounded intrigued. I drove the nail in deeper.
“Just think about it. She was once one of the Empire’s greatest genius mages in her prime. If you use her intelligence and magical knowledge to manage the Count’s household in your stead, what better tool could there be?”
My smooth suggestion was met with momentary silence beyond the iron door. I could almost hear the old Count’s dull mind weighing the profits.
Certainly, discarding a completely broken doll or resetting her ego from scratch would be an expensive and troublesome task. On the other hand, being able to extract the abilities of this faithful doll and entrust her with territory management would be an enormous gain for him.
“……Hm. There is logic to your words.”
The Count finally swallowed the bait whole.
“Very well. You head to the villa tomorrow and focus on producing an heir. I’ll handle the wedding preparations. And Carna!”
The Count’s arrogant roar echoed through the iron door.
“I will be spending the coming days embracing my lovely Emily, so from today onward you will take full charge of territory management and administrative duties. I will not tolerate any rest without my permission. Understood?!”
At that arrogant and violent command, Carna—who stood beside me—neatly clasped her hands together and answered in the most polite, obedient voice a doll could produce.
“……Yes, Master. Your will be done.”
The Count never noticed the hidden, venomous murderous intent lurking beneath that perfect reply—the intent to tear out her husband’s throat. As proof, he burst into hearty, satisfied laughter at her answer.
With all business concluded, I turned away from the iron door and delivered one final provocation to push the arrogant old man straight into the abyss of complete ruin.
“Then rest well, Father. While I’m at the villa, I’ll be laying those two beautiful dolls with egos in the same bed and enjoying them at the same time.”
I chuckled like a truly vulgar man.
“And Father, instead of only embracing Emily, why don’t you also call Mother—who now has an ego and serves you of her own will—into your bed and use both dolls? Kuhuhu. When I return from the villa, we can have a deep father-son conversation about how it feels when each of our completed dolls squeezes you. If you’d like, you could even swap dolls for a few days and enjoy them. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, would it?”
“You madman. Coveting your father’s women—how utterly vulgar, just as expected of a good-for-nothing. Get lost!”
The Count shouted at my sinister joke, but his voice clearly carried pleasant excitement and greed. I smirked and left the workshop with Carna.
Now, the entire stage was perfectly set.
“Haaaaaaaah……!”
The moment Edric’s footsteps had completely faded, Count Blake shoved his flaccid cock deep into Emily’s throat and spewed out thick, cloudy semen.
“Slurp, gulp… Aaah, Master. It’s so hot and wonderful… such a magnificent gift…!”
Emily licked the semen from the corners of her mouth and rubbed her face against the Count’s thigh. The clever, lewd service made the Count pant even as he wore an arrogant smile.
Insolent brat. Bragging to me about fucking two women at the villa?
The devilish suggestion his son had left behind bloomed like poisonous mushrooms in the Count’s mind. The fresh, cunning new doll ‘Emily’ wagging her tail beneath him. And the aged, well-trained old doll ‘Carna,’ who had now awakened her ego and would devote herself anew.
The Count stroked Emily’s hair with his wrinkled hand and licked his lips with greed.
Yes, not bad at all. When that brat returns, I’ll thoroughly teach him just how fantastic a night I spent embracing both dolls at once. Comparing the performance of the new and the old while enjoying them will be quite the stimulating game… kuhuhuhu.
Never once imagining the miserable death that awaited him, the arrogant old Count laughed disgustingly inside the stench-filled workshop, fantasizing about the catastrophic threesome with the two dolls that would soon arrive.