The Forest Cabin of Lust (1)
The crying stopped almost immediately. It wasn’t that the tears had dried. I simply couldn’t keep making those choking sounds anymore.
“Ugh… ugh, ughhh… hrrrk…!!”
I began to retch right where I stood. As if being defiled by the darkness beyond this world wasn’t enough, now my hands were stained with blood. I could have argued that I had no choice if I wanted to survive, but anyone who could commit mass murder and still offer such an excuse had clearly lost their mind.
‘Murder… murder, murder… just like… back then…’
The gruesome scene of that lavish mansion flashed before me like a hallucination—the collapsed clothing, the footprints soaked in blood and fragments of organs from the babies that had burst under my feet like insects. It felt as though space and time had suddenly hurled me back to that exact moment.
“Ugh… u-ugh… blegh!! Hrrk…!! U-uuu…”
The corpse of the maid I had trampled first appeared so vividly I could almost touch it. The people of the Mitenburg ducal house that I had violated and then spilled out of me followed soon after.
I couldn’t possibly hold it in.
I hadn’t eaten much, so nothing came up. Just a few pieces of hard preservation bread—more like flour bricks than actual bread—that had been baked three times for travel. Sour gastric fluid burned my throat, bringing a stinging pain with it.
“Uuuugh… u-uuu…”
What I had done back then wasn’t self-defense. It was simply revenge. Revenge that had dragged in innocent people and killed them with cruel brutality. I had endured it then, so why was I collapsing like this now?
The image of myself laughing madly in front of Zophy rose in my mind.
Madness… Yes. I had been completely insane back then, so I could do it. But now… now that I wasn’t crazy, now that the voices no longer spoke to me, I couldn’t even endure a justified killing?
I needed something. Drugs would have been fine. Anything that could soothe the guilt and emptiness of having blood on my hands… anything at all.
Beyond my tear-blurred vision, I saw the slowly cooling corpses of the men.
The men’s… corpses.
Should I bring them back? Then the guilt and fear would disappear. But… could I convince men brought back like that? Wouldn’t it just end with me committing another slaughter?
These men… how should I…
Aah… that’s right.
They’re men.
Everyone who tried to kill me here… they were all men. The very men I had longed for so desperately that I set out on this arduous journey.
I stopped retching and stood up. A way to pull my shattered mind back together had occurred to me.
Back then, going mad had made things easier. I could just do the same now.
“…Is it really… okay for me to do this? Truly…?”
Muttering to myself, I looked at the seven corpses neatly lined up in a row. All the clothes they had been wearing were stripped off. Of course they were—I had taken them off myself.
A corpse with its neck cleanly severed. One with its vital neck vessels shredded raggedly. One with its chest pierced through. One with its face brutally mutilated. That was how I would classify them.
…Which meant not a single one had damage to the lower body.
I stared intently at the men’s naked forms—specifically, at their groins. Then I approached the one with the most solid muscles… and the largest member. A quick check of the corpse’s condition showed it had died from a stab near the heart. One of the last two to survive, then.
His face… looked the youngest among them. Early twenties, perhaps. Well, of course the youngest would be the most…
Delicious.
The moment I touched the pathetically shriveled, wrinkled penis attached to the corpse, I realized I had forgotten one obvious fact. A dead body has no circulating blood. Therefore, no matter how much I stroked it, it would never get hard.
Suddenly, the daydream I had while finishing a book in the study at Cashel Groa came to mind. The blissful, wretched sight of my hanged corpse being gang-raped by vagrants. Those beggars who had vented their lust until my body was ruined… they had looked so happy.
‘Even if a woman dies, her holes remain. That must be it.’
It felt… unfair. That a man’s corpse couldn’t be enjoyed.
‘In the end, I have no choice but to revive them.’
“Haa…”
I let out a sigh, took off my travel dress and folded it neatly, then removed all my underwear. So that the revived man’s sexual desire would be stimulated even a little, so that lust could overpower fear.
I stood there naked except for my boots for a moment, then—
‘Ugh… it’s cold…!’
Realizing that even in the season of fresh green, the wind in the forest was no joke, I ended up throwing my robe over my bare body. Though perhaps… this might actually be better for arousing dark desires.
‘I don’t know… for now, his cock… hurry…’
Just the act of stripping myself naked in the middle of the forest had already excited me. With a mind soaked in lust and unable to think straight, I placed my hand on the corpse before me and closed my eyes slightly. I had to read the corpse’s past and rewind it to the moment just before death—right before my blade dug into the flesh of his chest.
“Huk?!”
The man convulsed the instant it happened. Since I had rewound to before he was stabbed, it wasn’t from pain. Perhaps it was a death rattle, the final gasp of someone who had sensed their own end.
He scrambled backward on all fours in an ugly panic for several steps, then his eyes must have caught sight of me, because I heard him suck in a sharp breath.
“W-witch… witch!! W-what have you—!”
Seeing such a desperate expression on such a pitiful naked body made me want to laugh a little. I put on a faint, mocking smile and silently turned my gaze to both sides. Toward the corpses lying modestly on the ground. The man, who had been fearfully following my line of sight without thinking, suddenly stopped breathing.
“Huk?!”
“You saw it too, didn’t you? They’re all dead.”
Barely holding back the rising lust, I spoke in a deliberately cold voice.
“And you, of course, lost your life by my hand as well. I’ve simply brought you back to life with magic. Because I needed you.”
“W-what are you… trying to…”
His gaze lingered on my body. It wasn’t the eyes of a man who had desperately fought me moments ago. These were eyes filled with desire, secretly licking at my still-unripe, fresh female form. He probably thought he was stealing glances, but there was no way such a look could go unnoticed.
I grabbed his hand tightly and pressed it between my breasts.
“How is it? Do you want… my body?”
I was already more than ready. Had been for a while. The pounding of my heart traveled through the young man’s palm, still carrying traces of boyhood. His heart must be racing too.
“Th-that’s… nonsense… How can you… make a face like that…”
The man suddenly put strength into his arm and yanked his hand free from my grasp. As if angry at his own body for becoming uncontrollably aroused, he shouted.
“Bring my brother back… give me back my brother…”
I tilted my head and answered in a voice deliberately dripping with seduction. Though it wasn’t really deliberate.
My body had already grown so hot that I could no longer maintain reason. I was so insane that the only thing I could think about was seducing this man and mating with him. It was far better to go mad from pleasure than from guilt and fear.
“Was your older brother among these people? It’s fine. If you make me feel good, I’ll resurrect all of them. So…”
“No, my brother is… ngh?!”
Contrary to my words, I buried my face beneath the young man’s cock, which stood rigidly and honestly erect. The smell of sweat that had poured out while pushing through the deep forest and tensing up at the sight of me…
The scent of a male… it bewitched me, melting my reason away.
“Haaam… mm, chuup… slurp…”
I licked the lovely pillar of his cock from the base near the root. I didn’t swallow it all at once. That would have been a waste. I wanted to savor the rich male scent soaked in sweat and pheromones with my nose, and taste the curly hairs and wrinkles with my tongue.
“Kgh, ughk… w-what are you… doing…”
“Shlup… slurp… mmmhaaa… j-just t-tasting your c-cock… mmm… chuup…”
“S-stop… that…”
The young man’s thighs, hardened and twitching, pressed against both sides of my head. Had it felt that good? His cock, which had already been standing since the moment he secretly devoured my body with his eyes as it peeked out from beneath the robe, grew even harder as it took in more blood than its limit.
“Mmm… slurp… chuup… ahaha, it’s delicious, so gooood…”
“Stop it… what are you… doing to me…”
His mouth spoke defiant words, but his body was honest. I could feel his cock twitching like a cocoon that had been touched by mistake, preparing to spurt out the pure white essence of lust. Through my throat, my uvula, every nerve in my precious mouth.
I…
“Pwah…! Yes! I stopped!”
“Eh… eh…?”
The man made a stupid face. His still-erect cock, freed from my mouth, swayed left and right with a lewd bounce. It looked delicious, but…
Hehe, I have to hold back at times like this.
“I promised to resurrect everyone, didn’t I? I should clear my name as a witch while I’m at it, so it’s about time I kept that promise. So… who should I bring back first?”
“Ah… no, but… you said if I satisfied you, you would…”
Still in the same position I had used to suck his cock, I brushed aside the hair that had slipped down to cover my eyes and stared straight at him.
“Why? Do I not look satisfied? Or…”
I playfully licked the still-moist tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue.
“Is this boy not satisfied? Ahaha—”
Before my laughter could even finish, a strong hand slammed down on my face. A rock-hard cock drove into my slightly parted mouth.
“Hngh!?”
His left hand pressed down on the back of my head. His right hand violently yanked the hair I had neatly tied to one side. The man who had been trembling in fear just moments ago was now forcibly raping my mouth, my throat.
“Teasing me like this… what the hell, ngh… what are you trying to get, you witch… with those stick-like limbs and that childlike body, you filthy, depraved, lewd witch!!”
Even as he cursed me, both hands gripping my neck and hair kept violently shaking my head. As if my mouth, my throat, were not a human body but merely holes existing solely for this young man’s lust.
Tears, snot, and drool poured down my face as I went completely limp and entrusted my head to him.
“Ugh… ngh… hngh… shlup… nghh… ugh… haa… ngh…”
Only thin, inhuman groans of agony leaked from my blocked throat, but—
‘Hehehehet… this, this, yesss… a-as expected… the other party has to… want it… ahaha, being… forcibly violated… feels the best… ahah♡’
Because this was what I had wanted, because I had deliberately provoked him to reach this point, I melted into an expression of pure bliss. Until the man’s lust completely eroded the inside of my throat, I gladly became a slave to obscene desire.