Chapter 100 IF Side Story — She Despaired

IF Spin-off: She Despaired

This is a story of "what if." A diverging path that could have once existed. A possibility that can now never be.

5 Years Ago. The moment the sky shattered like glass. The day black, sludgy rain fell from the heavens.

She, Angelica, made a decision. She would no longer stand by and watch innocent children die. She would absolutely never allow young, powerless students to be slaughtered.

She knew it was an empty dream. Still, she couldn’t just do nothing. Even if it was impossible, nothing would change if she didn't at least try to start.

That was why she left the Heaven's Mandate Corps. Shaking off the restraining hand of the 3rd Division Captain, she headed for the Academy. In a way, it might have been a childish tantrum—dissatisfaction directed at the Heaven's Mandate Corps for driving even children onto the battlefield. Even if her head understood the necessity, her heart refused to accept it. Even knowing it couldn't be helped, the human heart rarely works the way one wants it to.

She became an instructor at the Academy. She swore to become a breakwater to protect the unripened students from outside pressure and the malice that would suddenly sweep over them.

Clutching her unhealed heart, Angelica made a vow.

"Please... I beg of you..." But... how did it end up like this?

"Please... I... I'll become your... s-slave..." Beautiful golden hair was soiled with dirt and dust. Yet the young girl didn't care at all, lowering her body even further. Trembling pitifully, she forced her choked voice out.

"I'll do... anything... So please... let the professor... go..." The girl—her student—was begging. Throwing away even her pride, she smashed her own head against the ground and pleaded. She was begging for a life, but it wasn't her own. That fact made it all the more devastating.

It was horrific. A living nightmare.

"Wh... what, wait, n-no... stop, kyaaa, ugh, aaaaaaaah!!" A mask was forced onto her. A mask that, by all rights, should have been placed on Angelica. But Lucia voluntarily accepted it.

"Urp, urgh... ha, aagh..." The girl rolled on the floor, thrashing desperately. She clawed at the ground until all her fingernails were torn out. Her legs spasmed as if she were being electrocuted, kicking the dirt thud, thud. Her shoes came off, and her heels were reduced to bloody pulps, yet she didn't stop.

No. Stop it. Please stop. Angelica reached out desperately, but her hand was vainly pierced by a parasol and pinned to the ground. Even her final, desperate struggle was easily subdued.

Angelica had no choice but to watch. To watch as her disciple slowly broke down.

"Your regeneration is definitely outstanding. I'll give you that. Usually, if I drill a hole in a brain like this, humans and monsters alike drop dead. Hmm, you might actually be useful. Your combat power is weak, but... well, I can solve that by fusing you with something decent."

"...Stop. Stop it now."

"Heh? Is that the attitude of someone asking for a favor?"

Angelica lifted her pain-contorted head. The mental agony was far worse than the physical pain. Her vision blurred. Angelica realized belatedly that she was crying. Feeling the hot moisture on her cheeks, Angelica let go of her remaining pride and spoke.

"I'm begging you... please... stop this... Do it to me instead..."

She couldn't protect the disciple she had sworn to protect, and now lay scattered on the ground like trash. That very disciple had sacrificed herself to protect her teacher. That fact shattered Angelica’s self-esteem so thoroughly it was unbearable. Fine cracks spider-webbed across her steadfast pride.

To be reduced to a state where she could do nothing but beg for mercy. Even so, even if her pride was smashed into a thousand pieces, if she could just protect her... if only she could, she would endure it all.

However, reality was cruel.

"Bleurgh, kegh, ha, haaah, ack... aaaaaaaaah!" Lucia let out a death throe. Then, suddenly, all movement ceased. The desperate thrashing, the screams stained with agony—they all vanished like a phantom, and she slumped down like a marionette with its strings cut.

Ah, Angelica let out a hollow sound without realizing it.

Perhaps that despair-filled voice pleased her. The girl in the Red Fox mask let out a wicked giggle.

"There, all done."

Astaroth grabbed Lucia by the hair. Lucia was pulled along powerlessly by the violently inconsiderate action. She looked as though she had lost consciousness, but the faint moans escaping her lips meant she was still awake.

Astaroth slowly peeled off the Red Fox mask covering her face. Thanks to that, Lucia's exposed face was a miserable sight. It wasn't that she had external wounds. But her pink eyes were vacant and unfocused. The life had vanished from them, making her look like a dead fish. Bloody water still leaked from her facial orifices. If not for her shallow breathing, she looked entirely like a corpse.

"Ahaha, what a cute face. That expression really suits you."

Astaroth forced the stumbling, barely standing Lucia upright and leaned into her ear. It looked as though she was whispering, but she didn't lower her voice in the slightest. Filled with coquettish laughter, Astaroth spoke.

"Now then, Lucia. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"A-Ah..."

"Who are you?"

She blankly flapped her lips a few times. Her dead, lifeless eyes blinked repeatedly. Yet, her pupils remained entirely out of focus. In a voice completely hoarse from screaming, Lucia answered.

"I-I-I... I, I am..."

"Yes, that's right. You are?"

"Master's... s-slave..."

"Fufu, well said."

Astaroth scratched Lucia under the chin. It was the attitude one would take with a dog or a cat, not a human being. No, perhaps even worse than that. Treating her like an object, Astaroth commanded.

"On your knees."

"Y-Yes..."

Lucia collapsed as if crumbling. She knelt down, supporting her body with trembling arms. Tapping Lucia on the back, Astaroth sat down right on top of her. Crossing her legs as if sitting on a chair, Astaroth stroked the back of Lucia's head.

"She really is a good girl. Don't you think so?"

"You... bastard...!"

"You should be thanking Lucia, sister. If not for her, the one pinned under me right now would be you, you know?"

"What... what exactly did you do to that child...?"

"Are you pretending not to know when you saw it all? Or do you just want to deny reality? She sacrificed herself for you. That's all. Nothing special, right?"

"..."

"Sacrificing oneself for someone else—I don't hate that sort of thing. Since she's so commendable, I'll just let you go, sister. That was the promise, wasn't it?"

To let Angelica go in exchange for making Lucia her slave. Astaroth had accepted that proposal. Even though she had absolutely no need to. She just thought it would be fun. And truthfully, it was incredibly fun.

"But setting her commendable heart aside, Lucia is just way too weak, isn't she? Honestly, I don't think she'll be of much use even if I keep her..."

Her regeneration was exceptional, but other than that, she was nothing special. At best, she was on the level of a mid-tier monster. Even reinforced by the mask's power, her limits were obvious. To Astaroth, her combat power was practically non-existent. In blunt terms, she was useless.

Still, that wasn't a problem. If she's useless, she just needed to make her useful.

"I guess I'll just casually remodel her into a monster. How should I remake her? She has good regeneration, so she should be able to endure some extreme modifications, right? Ahaha, I'm looking forward to it. I'll transform you into a wonderful monster."

"No, stop..."

"Well then. You probably can't move with your legs like that, huh? I'll take my leave first. Bye-bye. Make sure you've grown more the next time we meet. Unless you want everything taken from you again like today."

"Stop!"

Despite the desperate cry, Astaroth didn't answer. With a gesture from Astaroth, the parasol piercing the back of Angelica’s hand was yanked out. Angelica was finally free, but her legs were broken; she couldn't stand.

Acting as if she had no lingering regrets, Astaroth grabbed the hair of the prostrating Lucia. She began walking away, dragging the girl along the ground. Lucia let out only small whimpers, dragged away without a shred of resistance.

"No... stop right there, please, please..."

She couldn't stop her. Even knowing that, Angelica reached out with her mangled, hole-punctured hand. She couldn't let Lucia, that child, be taken away like this. But her desperate heart was betrayed by her wrecked body.

She had no method to stop Astaroth, and no means to take Lucia back. Already overwhelmingly outmatched in power, she had absolutely nothing left.

"Please... please... I beg of you, please stop..."

In the end, Angelica threw away the last remnants of her pride. Her shattered self-esteem. Her confidence. Her self-respect. The pride that had unknowingly built up over the years, praised as a genius since childhood. It all warped into a crushing sense of shame that stabbed at her heart.

But now was not the time to care about such things. Just like Lucia had done, Angelica smashed her own forehead against the ground and begged.

"Please... stop... I beg... of you..."

"Aha, ahahat! What’s this? Suddenly taking such a submissive stance?"

The effect was exceptional. Astaroth stopped walking and looked back at Angelica. Instinctively, Angelica realized this was her last chance. But her voice wouldn't come out the way she wanted. She wanted to bite her tongue off from the shame and humiliation. Her lips stiffened at the pathetic scraps of pride still lingering in her crumbling mind.

Such emotions were useless right now. There was something far more important than pride. She did not want to be a teacher who was protected by her student instead of protecting her. If someone had to be sacrificed, it definitely had to be her. She never wanted to see a child sacrifice themselves again.

"Let... Lucia... go..."

"Why should I? It was a fair contract. I get Lucia in exchange for letting you go. It's a very simple promise with no room for misunderstanding."

"I will... take her place... instead..."

"Heh? What was that? I can't quite hear you. Why don't you speak up?"

Did she really not hear, or was she deliberately mocking her? Angelica squeezed her eyes shut. Muttering to herself that her trembling was merely from the pain of her wounds, she parted her bloodied lips.

"I... was wrong... I was wrong... I will be your slave. Lucia did nothing wrong. Please, please let her go... I'm begging you, please..."

Throwing away her self-respect and dignity, enduring the disgrace, she pleaded desperately. Her usual haughty demeanor was completely gone. The woman whose pride had been ruthlessly trampled was swallowing her tears in utter humiliation.

"You must be quite desperate."

Astaroth had a hard time soothing her twitching lips. Keeping her emotions hidden as much as possible, she spoke coldly.

"I'd love to do that too. But I've already made a promise, you see. That I'd let you go in exchange for taking Lucia."

"That's why I'm saying I'll take her..."

"But then I'd be breaking my promise to Lucia. No can do. I always keep my promises."

It wasn't an empty platitude. Astaroth, no, all Fiends tend to keep the words they speak. But words have always been open to interpretation. Depending on how you frame it, the same phrase could take on an entirely different meaning.

"Sister, do you want to save Lucia?"

"...Yes."

Astaroth picked up Lucia, who she had been dragging by the hair like a sack of luggage. Walking over to Angelica with light footsteps, Astaroth smiled radiantly and said:

"Stand up."

"..."

It was a cruel demand to make of someone with a broken shinbone. Yet, Angelica pulled her body up without a single word of complaint. She ignored the vicious screams of her legs. She bit her lower lip at the agonizing pain piercing her brain. Staggering, Angelica barely managed to stand without falling.

And in front of her, the Red Fox mask was held out.

"I let you go, just as promised. Now, you are proposing this to me of your own free will. Right?"

"..."

"The mask can only dominate one person. If two people wear the same mask, the power of domination is divided."

"..."

"A new contract. No, a bet. A bet between you and me, sister. If you put on this mask and endure it, I’ll set Lucia free."

"Is that... true?"

"Whether you believe it or not is your freedom. What will you do?"

"..."

It seemed like she was being given a choice, but in truth, she had no other options. Angelica stared at the mask with wavering eyes. A mask that dominates the mind of the wearer. She had never heard of such a thing. But the proof was right in front of her. She had already witnessed Lucia being controlled like a puppet.

If I wear this, will I be dominated too?

The eyes of Lucia, held in Astaroth's arms, were still vacant. Angelica slowly raised her hand, as if grasping a poisoned chalice. This was the only way. Even if it was an uncertain gamble, it was all she had. Give up now and save her when there's another chance? Such a convenient development didn't exist. Angelica couldn't even dare to imagine what would happen to Lucia after being kidnapped by a monster wearing that mask.

This was the last chance. Angelica solidified her resolve. With trembling hands, she took the mask.

Up close, the Red Fox mask looked entirely ordinary. She inspected the inside. There were no special mechanisms visible, only geometric patterns carved into the wood.

"Remember, this is a bet. If you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can't endure it, you become mine too. Understood?"

"..."

Angelica swallowed her dry saliva. Her mouth was cut, so she tasted blood. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid. But doing nothing terrified her even more. Angelica brought the mask to her face. As her vision narrowed, she could only see the inside of the mask.

Because of that, she couldn't see the shape of Astaroth's mouth.

Idiot. The Red Fox mask covered her face.

A little while later. A boy came running in a hurry. Gripping a blood-stained sword so tightly his knuckles turned white, the boy looked frantically around. However, he couldn't find a single trace of anyone’s presence. Only the remnants of battle and scattered bloodstains remained sparsely on the ground.

Hello. I'm Lucia.

A member of the Southern Academy, Class 1-A. A reserve hero who was supposed to become a member of the Heaven's Mandate Corps in the future and fight for humanity.

But that's all in the past now. Right now, I'm just Lord Astaroth's slave. A loyal slave who will do anything for her. I know this loyalty is a fake emotion created by the mask. But so what? I'm so happy like this. Whenever I serve Lord Astaroth, my heart pounds with an unbearable sense of fulfillment. Sometimes I'm even scared that I'm allowed to be this happy!

I can't stand how pathetic I was in the past, actually thinking I could trick Lord Astaroth. Thinking I'd be rescued quickly even if I put on the mask and got brainwashed. Just how lightly was I taking this?

If I could, I'd want to give all the knowledge I possess to Lord Astaroth to atone for my foolishness. I know a lot of things, you see. If I told her everything, it would definitely be a huge help to her!

But I wonder why? Is it because my brain got messed up too much by the tentacles? Ever since I became Lord Astaroth's slave, I can't really remember the knowledge of the "Original Story." It feels like it's locked away with a padlock. It's a shame, but it can't be helped. I'll just tell her whenever I remember it later.

My life has changed a lot since the field training. First off, I don't go to the Academy anymore. I spend my days here, at the top of a high-rise residential complex located in the center of District 3. A penthouse.

I can't take a single step outside. Lord Astaroth hasn't permitted it. She says it can't be helped because my remodeling isn't finished yet.

"Woof. Woof woof."

I bark while looking in the mirror. The mirror, which takes up an entire wall, reflects my figure. The me in there is completely naked, not even wearing underwear. Thanks to that, Lucia's pale, bare skin is always exposed. Ehehe, it feels good. Clothes are for people to wear. I'm not a person, so I shouldn't wear them.

Atop my blonde hair, a pair of beast ears similar in color twitch happily. Not just that, my hands and the soles of my feet have fluffy beast fur. When I wag my tail back and forth, a silly smile just leaks out of me.

Since getting this body, my physical abilities have gotten amazing! My skin is super tough, and I'm bursting with energy. I heard she fused me with a Fox Monster.

Why am I barking like a dog if I'm a fox monster? Sorry. I don't actually know how foxes cry. Plus, I like barking "woof woof" better. It makes me feel more like a dog. It would have been nice if she had fused me with a dog instead. Lord Astaroth can be so mean.

My remodeling isn't done yet so I only have one tail, but she says I'll get more tails once it's finished. I don't really get it, though. Anyway, I can't go outside until the remodeling is complete. It's a little frustrating, but it's her order, so of course I have to obey.

Still, I'm not lonely because I'm not alone.

"Lu... Lucia..."

Perfect timing, my roommate is calling me!

I panted and ran over on all fours. Lately, it's more comfortable to run on four legs than two. It really makes me realize I'm becoming less and less human. I'm so happy. Hehe. Even though I'm being dominated by the mask, my memories are fully intact. I know very well what kind of person I used to be.

A bitch right from birth. Not a human, but a bitch craving a master. In a way, I'm not losing my humanity; I'm just reverting to my natural form.

I crossed the living room and headed toward the voice. A bed nestled in the corner. She's there. Wagging my tail, I jumped onto the bed.

"Ugh... nngh..."

Professor Angelica, groaning in pain with a completely flushed, slackened face. No, she's not a professor anymore, is she? We're both slaves now. Still, I make sure to call her 'Professor' properly.

"I'm sorry... I can't... hold it back anymore..."

She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her gaze away. Has she still not gotten used to it? Well, I'm perfectly used to it!

I lifted Angelica up. She can't stand up on her own anymore. The reason is simple. Lord Astaroth cut off Angelica's limbs, saying she wanted to give her a sense of despair. Thanks to that, her arms and legs have become so very short. Like this, she can't do anything by herself.

How did she end up like this? I know very well since I was right there. It's because she was tricked by Lord Astaroth.

From the very beginning, Lord Astaroth had no intention of playing a fair game. She pretended to hand over the mask I wore, but gave her a different one instead. Angelica is just so stupid. Just because she heard that 'the power of domination splits if two people wear the same mask,' where was the guarantee that the mask she was handed was the one I wore?

She didn't lie. Leaving out parts of the truth isn't lying, right? Of course, she had used up all the masks back then, so the one I wore was the last one. Angelica must have had tunnel vision because she heard that beforehand.

But actually, there was one more mask, wasn't there? Yes, the very mask Lord Astaroth herself was wearing. She secretly swapped them. She took off her own mask and put mine on her face. And then she held out her mask. Angelica put it on without knowing a thing.

Lord Astaroth's mask wasn't originally made for the purpose of domination, but she said it’s possible to replicate the function if she wanted to. Thanks to that, just like this, Angelica was reduced to a slave.

But her self-awareness has been left intact. Astaroth said it's more fun this way. She wants to slowly break her down without the power of the mask. Fufu, as expected of my Master. She truly is diabolical.

"Here we are, Professor. We've arrived."

"Ugh..."

The place I brought Angelica to was the bathroom. She can't come here alone. It'd be a different story if she could use her superpowers, but with her abilities sealed, Angelica is just a cripple who can't even move properly.

I sat Angelica down on the toilet. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but her face turned beet red and she avoided my gaze. Hehe, so cute. I patted her head. After waiting for a moment, I soon heard the pssssss sound of water. I wonder just how long she was holding it in. I was worried her bladder might explode.

After urinating for quite a while, the Professor mumbled her lips. It's an expression I see often. A face that looks like it's about to cry at any moment.

Honestly, it turns me on so much. We mingle our bodies every single day, yet I never get tired of it. Ever since I became a Fox Monster, my heat cycle comes around frequently. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lord Astaroth told me it's just a side effect of monsterfication and that I don't need to worry about it, just relieve myself however I feel like it.

So, I violate Angelica every single day.

It's sad that I don't have a cock. I used to have one in the past. It's a real shame I had to say bye-bye to it when I became Lucia. I'll have to ask Lord Astaroth to attach one for me next time.

Ah, just thinking about it is making my body run hot. I'm a beast. If I want to do it, I do it right away.

Did she read that intention in my gaze? Angelica stared at me with wavering eyes for a moment before dropping her head in resignation.

When I first raped her, she resisted so fiercely. Preaching at me, saying this wasn't right, begging me to come to my senses. But lately, she parts her legs on her own just from a glance. It makes me kind of happy, seeing her slowly submitting.

"Hic..."

As I spread her thighs and lightly tapped my fingers against her obscene core, she let out a cute moan. Grabbing one of her soft, pillowy breasts with my hand, she arched her back. It's so adorable. And yet, she tries so hard not to lean against my body. That makes me a little sad.

Oh, for the record, it's not because she hates me. Angelica looks like she's about to cry whenever she sees me, but it's not out of hatred. Her eyes hold no contempt or anger, only apologies.

It's the same right now. Even though she's being ravished by me, she's still worrying about my body.

Right now, my entire body is covered in whip marks. They're just blood bruises that I could heal instantly with super-regeneration, but why would I heal them? They feel so incredibly good. Ah, seriously. Lord Astaroth is the absolute best master.

If I violate Angelica every day, Lord Astaroth abuses me every day.

Right in front of Angelica's eyes, she breaks my fingers, plucks out my eyeballs, cuts my stomach open to pull out my intestines, whips me, and completely wrecks me. And every time, she makes a special request of Angelica.

If you don't do it, I'll keep tormenting Lucia! she'd say.

Yesterday, she made her crawl across the floor and kiss her feet. Maybe she wants to completely crush Angelica's pride? As for me, well, I don't care either way!

"Ahhn, haah, hieee..."

Between Angelica's legs, her lewd saliva quickly made everything glisten. Her breasts are so soft; they feel amazing. Angelica's breasts are really huge. It's so incredibly obscene how, even after I squish them down completely, they immediately bounce back to their original shape with such elasticity the moment my fingers leave them.

Under the bathroom lights, Angelica's naked body is absolutely stunning. Drenched in sweat, her pale skin glistening—she's practically the epitome of eroticism. Her slender waist, her wide pelvis. She's a walking piece of pornography. A body perfectly optimized for sex.

To be able to monopolize a body like this—Lucia is truly a blessed bitch.

"Eek, ah, hah! W-Wait, Lucia!"

As I ruthlessly squeezed her perfectly shaped breasts, Angelica let out a scream. But I won't stop! I'm going to rub ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my thighs against her stumpy legs and grope her even more!

There's no need to rush. After all, the day is long, isn't it?

Let's drown in ecstasy again today, Professor Angelica.

Just how much time had passed?

Had it been days? Or months? Repeating the exact same routine every single day, Angelica had lost all sense of time.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Her lower half was throbbing so intensely it was hard to bear. She instinctively reached down, only to be harshly reminded that there was nothing below her elbows.

"..."

She wasn't a beast. To be violated like that every day and yet be so steeped in lust... It was pathetic. But she had an excuse.

Regina. The problem child of Class D. To think that child was also being controlled. That girl's aphrodisiacs were terrifyingly potent.

Angelica simply lifted her head, glaring at the incense burning nearby, emitting a subtle, sweet scent.

That was the cause. Drugs.

The moment she inhaled that scent, her whole body boiled over. Tossing and turning, Angelica shifted her gaze to the side.

She wasn't the only one lying on the bed.

The young girl curled up like a fox, gently swaying her tail. Whenever Angelica looked at Lucia, a dark shadow cast ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over her face.

Lucia was gradually changing into something bizarre.

She howled as if excited even while being beaten with a whip. Blushing furiously, she would offer up her rear on her own. Just what kind of modifications had that damned witch done to Lucia?

"Nngh..."

Lucia wasn't the only one changing.

Angelica belatedly realized what she was doing and froze stiff. Moving the stumps of her remaining limbs, she had approached Lucia and was rubbing her own sex against the girl's thigh. Startled, she stopped, but Lucia's thigh was already slick with her white fluids.

...What am I doing?

No. I'm getting weird too. I still have my sanity now, but if this keeps up? Will I become like Lucia? "..."

Ignoring her burning chest, Angelica laid back down. She tried her best to close her eyes. She told herself it would be okay, but she couldn't calm down.

It throbbed. It was so hard to endure. She wanted to bite Lucia's ear right this second and beg to be ravaged.

No. Hold it in. I must not lose to lust. I can endure this. This sweet scent was the problem. Just smelling it clouded her consciousness. No matter how much she released and relieved it, the lewd desire kept bubbling up again. By the time she realized it, Angelica was already grinding her hips against the bedsheets.

It's hard. It's so hard. It hurts. It tingles. Thrust into me. No. Snap out of it. If only I had hands—no, what am I saying? After groaning for a long time, Angelica buried her face in the pillow, practically sobbing. Barely suppressing her urges, she closed her eyes. However, her thrashing had lasted too long, and her obscene scent had spread too thickly.

"Professor."

A cozy warmth enveloped Angelica. Sniffing the air, Lucia buried her face into the nape of Angelica's neck. A hand naturally traced the inner part of her thighs that hadn't been cut off.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"..."

"In exchange, bite my neck a lot. Hard enough to rip the flesh off."

Angelica didn't answer. But her body was answering honestly. Lucia offered up her slender neck. Her hand gently stimulated Angelica's core.

Staring at that smooth neck as if bewitched, Angelica slowly brought her face closer. She parted her pink lips. Her white teeth touched the nape of Lucia's neck.

Crunch. Angelica's teeth tearing into Lucia's neck and Lucia's fingers digging deep inside of her happened at almost the exact same moment.

A jolt of pleasure that made her brain buzz. Her hips spasmed violently as her expression melted away. She stuck out her tongue, saliva dripping down.

Angelica desperately clung to her fading reason and thought:

Please. Anyone is fine, so please. Save us. Before I become completely broken. Before Lucia goes entirely mad. Please. I'm begging you.