The Witch's Retribution (3)
My face must have terrified her, because her body began to tremble violently. Rage, fear, and sorrow made her shake for a long time before she finally managed to open her mouth and force out a dry, cracked voice.
I stared down at the youngest princess tied to the bed for a long moment after hearing her plea… and then I laughed.
“……. Pfft.”
Even in a situation like this, she was still scheming, still calculating which choice would benefit her most. That was the ambitious woman known as Zophy von Mittenburg.
If the duke survived, Zophy would remain only the most likely heir. If Karl survived, she would lose her claim to the title entirely. The only outcome truly favorable to her was for her mother alone to survive.
Even now… she had been weighing the odds.
“I see, I see! Kyahahahahat!! Just as expected from my favorite Lady Zophy!! Yes, I promised, I promised!! I will absolutely not step on your mother!!”
I shrieked like a madwoman, then stepped forward with genuine delight.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The moral depravity of doing something no human should ever do—especially in front of someone who should never have to witness it—sent me into continuous orgasm from nothing but the sensation against my soles. Sticky love juices poured down my thighs in thick streams.
With my blood-soaked feet, I ground the last traces of what had once been alive into oblivion, then spoke to Zophy.
“Look, see? I did well, didn’t I…? Kaira is a good girl. Yes, yes! That’s what my delicious daddy always told me!! Ahahahahat!!!”
As I spoke, I gently picked up the last twitching fetus.
“With this, Lady Zophy, you are now the Duchess of Mittenburg. No longer the youngest princess who merely learned a bit of magic, but the Mage Duchess! All your rivals have been erased…… Hehe…… You’ve finally achieved your dream. There’s no need to thank me……. I simply gave you the gift you were owed.”
I gazed intently at the writhing infant in my palm and continued.
“Now then……. I suppose I must give the great Duchess her final gift.”
What kind of expression was I making right now? If I looked in a mirror… would I see a face so horrifying it filled me with self-loathing?
“What I promised was… simply that I wouldn’t step on her. Isn’t that right?”
I parted my lips slightly and finished.
“I should let you know… what your parents taste like… and what your baby tastes like… at the same time……?”
Zophy must have guessed what I was about to do. Her body twisted wildly as she screamed in convulsions.
I ignored her. The sensation of crunch filled my mouth.
“Moth…er……. Mother……? Mother……”
The unpleasant flavor mixed the metallic stench of blood with the foul odor of feces released as organs burst. The soft texture, too undeveloped for mammalian meat. Salty, bitter, savory……
“Hic……. Uhuk……. Mommy, mommy……. Mommy……”
And the taste of corruption.
……It’s not good. Not as good as Daddy… or my little sibling……. Is it because it wasn’t cooked?
While having such revolting thoughts, I approached Zophy.
“Hik……!!”
Until I rewound time, she had been taller than me, with larger breasts. Now, regressed to around twelve or thirteen, her body was nearly the same size as mine. It flinched hard. It seemed she could no longer even produce a proper voice.
I chewed the meat in my mouth, pushed it to one side, and spoke with slurred pronunciation.
“Here, Your Grace……. Why don’t you have a taste too? Of what your mother tastes like……”
I pulled her trembling body into a tight embrace,
then kissed her small, fragile lips.
“Mmm……. Chuuup……. Ahah……. I’ll give you everything……. Uhhp……. Puaaah…….”
The bright red lump of flesh I had chewed and crushed inside my mouth slid down Zophy’s throat. She no longer had the strength to resist. Even as she let out choked, agonized moans, she helplessly swallowed her own mother’s meat.
With my blood-drenched lips, I licked her tongue—which was also overflowing with blood—and caressed the inside of her mouth as if in love. Tenderly. Ah, yes… how lovely. The terror-stricken face of my enemy… I loved it so much……
I love you, Zophy… I love you……
While continuing the deathly kiss filled with the crushed infant, I lost control and gushed sticky fluids between my legs.
“Uhhng…… chulup…. Umhht……. Mgh……. Nngh, uup…….”
“Mgh, ugeut……”
The moans escaping from beneath my greedily licking tongue and lips gradually grew fainter.
When I finally pulled away after watching her throat bob, and wiped her ruined face with the hem of her own clothes, Zophy began to retch.
“No, Lady Zophy……”
I embraced her again and sealed her lips with mine. A bit of foul-smelling gastric fluid had risen; the stench was strong, yet… I did not break the kiss.
“Umhht……. Don’t vomit it up… it’s your precious… beloved mother. Right? Yes……. Chuuup……”
While dripping love juices in heavy drops, I stroked her beautiful golden hair.
“You’re so lovely, Your Grace…. I love you. Thank you for teaching me pleasure. I love you, I love you…. My Zophy……”
The bedsheet slowly soaked through with a dark stain. The body of Zophy, regressed to twelve or thirteen and forcibly kissed by me, finally stopped twitching.
It seemed the great Duchess of Mittenburg had finally lost consciousness. She had completely forgotten her dignity as a high noble and had wet herself spectacularly.
When she woke, would she be able to regain her sanity? Or would she become an irredeemable wreck, just like I once was… or rather, just like I was now? It was a little disappointing that I wouldn’t be able to see which.
To her unconscious form, I whispered softly.
“Thank you for telling me everything honestly… about your mother and about the dark side of the court.”
Beside the bloodstains of the crushed infants, I collapsed to the floor. The metallic smell of blood rose from the carpet, and the sharp stench of urine drifted from Zophy’s bed.
Revenge was over. There was nothing left for me to do in this world.
Who was it that called revenge bittersweet? It was neither sweet nor bitter.
It was tasteless. Revenge had the transparent, hollow flavor of nothingness.
I remembered the countless times I had imagined taking revenge on her—over the course of a year… no, during the hundred or so days before the drugs she gave me reduced my mind to ashes.
Even though it was something I had longed for so desperately… I felt no sense of fulfillment at all.
I sat there for a long time with an empty expression, then stared blankly at Mervin’s sword that I had gently set down on the carpet.
Should I kill myself……
Death held no fear for me. I knew that better than anyone. It was simply another chance to begin again. If I died now, I would return to the relay point and receive a new life.
This time, I shouldn’t ask for any past-life perks. Even if they offered, I would refuse. I never wanted to live a life like this again.
…As I was thinking such things, another gush of viscous fluid flowed from between my legs.
Whenever I thought of death, whenever I contemplated irreversible catastrophe, my mind—shattered by long years of torture—would shamelessly begin to feel pleasure first.
“U, uh…….”
That’s right. I’ll masturbate first. Suicide can come after.
To die by my own hand, throat slit, in the most filthy, vulgar, obscene, and pathetic state imaginable—legs spread wide, squirting, pissing, and drooling love juices everywhere. That was the ending I deserved.
I brought my fingers to my pussy and pushed them deep inside. The torn remnants of my hymen stung a little when stimulated.
It was a shame I couldn’t restore my virginity right now; I had already used up every diary page available today.
Between the folds that had only the faintest trace of down—barely enough to hint at an adult body—I could feel my clitoris, slightly swollen and protruding.
After endless doses of aphrodisiac drugs and hundreds of gang rapes, my body had become so lewd it could hardly be called human anymore… and it was already fully prepared……
My fingers, which had been about to touch my sex, paused for a moment.
Come to think of it, I’ve never masturbated as a woman before……. How do you even do it?
To think that my first time comforting myself in this body—the body of the bakery girl Kaira—would come right after finishing my bitter revenge.
With a pounding heart, I tried to figure out where would feel good, then used trembling fingers to part my folds a little and slowly brought my other hand closer……
Here…… I suppose I should touch here……
“Hwaa?! Ah, haaht, ahaaa…….”
I hesitantly moved my finger and lightly brushed my clitoris. That alone was enough to send me into a light orgasm.
Having passed through countless customers, it was only natural that both my body and mind had been trained to easily taste the shadow of climax.
Th-this……. It feels way too good… ah……
Because my old uncle’s apathetic heart had resurfaced, I had lived completely detached from sexual matters. To think I had gone through life without knowing pleasure like this. It almost felt unfair.
“Uut, nngh…, u, ahut…, uhht, haaht, uuuht, hhng…….”
Wet, filthy squelching sounds—completely out of place in a beautiful room that combined noble furnishings with scholarly magical research—filled Zophy’s private chambers.
With one hand I teased the nipples that had grown so sensitive from being groped by countless guests, while the other stimulated my clitoris. The remaining fingers carefully rubbed inside my vagina, taking care not to aggravate the torn hymen.
“Uhht……. Ah, at, ahang……. Huu, ut……. Nngh, hhut……”
This was the true feeling of being alive, the perfect decoration for the end of my life. This ecstasy was something I could never have known if I had not lost my limbs, endured endless gang rape and torture, been soaked in drugs until my sanity was crushed.
Yes. I…… was born for this. For this very feeling of blissful heat.
My previous life on Earth, this life in the Empire, the journey to defeat the Demon King, my father’s death, my lost mother—everything had been nothing but tools to reach this moment…… I could never, ever escape it……
“U, uuuht!!! Haa, ha, ah, uung…, hhut…?! Ahaaaht……!!!”
My vision went white. With a vulgar cry, I reached climax and sprayed both love juices and urine. My filthy secretions splattered across the soft carpet and over the pitifully crushed corpses of the dead infants.
Even then, my hands did not stop. In desperate motions I tormented my pussy, sometimes tickling my flat chest and protruding ribs, occasionally even choking my own throat.
No matter what I did, I came easily, shamelessly. Countless times.
Before I die… just a little more……
No. I had to die…… I had already felt good so many times, dozens of times, that should have been enough, I needed to die now…… People had to see the ugly corpse of a former hero and spit on it. Only then would my duty be complete. Yet here I was, addicted to pleasure, unable to even end my own life. What should I do, what should I do……
And at that moment, my eyes met Mervin’s as he came looking for me.
“Ahhat, Me-Mervin… sir, y-you’ve… come…? Ah, haaht……”
Before the ancient elf who stood frozen, eyes filled with complicated thoughts, I continued masturbating without shame. Until the rest of my comrades came running. Until Azalea came sobbing and pulled me into her arms.