Volume 5 Chapter 22 The Weeping and Coquettish Cries of the Meat Doll*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Jessica, dragged back from the brink of the underworld, felt her lips peel back from her teeth, exposing pink gums.
”You bastard! You…! You did this!”
She lunged like a wounded animal. Her upper body jerked violently as she struggled to throw off his hand, while her bare limbs flailed against the stone pedestal like a fish stranded on shore.
”Murderer! Devil! Give my papa back! Give me back my mama! I’ll kill you! Die! Just die already!”
Spittle flew from her mouth as she screamed. Her carefully groomed blonde hair had fallen into complete disarray, and curses tore from her throat in a ragged stream. Her outstretched nails raked at his arms, only to stop dead against the invisible barrier of his Mana Shell. A sharp, hollow crack rang through the chamber as her nails struck the unseen wall.
The cold, lifeless beauty of the plaster-like statue she had resembled moments earlier had vanished completely. Now she writhed across the pedestal, her face twisted by fury, blue veins standing out along her neck. The1 Regenerate procedure had succeeded. The severed pathways of her ego had been restored, and the blazing hatred she carried toward him surged through them once more.
”My, what a noisy bitch.”
A voice edged with icy contempt drifted into Jessica’s awareness.
Elie.
Without the slightest change in expression, she picked up a thick glass syringe from a nearby silver tray. Behind her glasses, even the detached curiosity reserved for a test subject was absent. There was only the urge to exterminate a nuisance.
”And just how are you speaking to your Master? …It seems you require some training desuwa.”
Elie drove the needle into the pale skin of Jessica’s neck.
Thunk.
The unpleasant sensation of metal piercing flesh shot through her.
”Ahh!?”
Before the scream could fully leave her mouth, Elie depressed the plunger. A viscous, transparent liquid rushed directly into her carotid artery.
”W-what… is this…?”
The effect struck within seconds.
Strength poured out of Jessica’s body. It felt as though gravity had suddenly doubled, crushing her into the stone slab beneath her. As though every string had been severed at once, her arms dropped onto the pedestal and her legs folded into lifeless weight.
Thump.
The heavy sound echoed through the chamber.
”Wh…at…? It won’t… move…?”
Jessica desperately commanded her body to rise.
Nothing answered.
Not a finger.
Not a toe.
Every voluntary muscle below her neck fell silent.
A cold panic crawled through her chest. It felt as though her body no longer belonged to her.
”A powerful muscle relaxant,” Elie explained with an icy smile. “I have graciously left your diaphragm for breathing, your vocal cords for your incessant chatter, and your tongue. …So that you may properly repent and beg your Master for mercy desuwa.”
Yet Jessica’s eyes remained fierce.
Trapped within an unresponsive prison of flesh, she strained to lift her head and glared at both him and Elie through bloodshot eyes.
”Don’t… mess with me…! Who would… apologize… to you…!? Go to hell! You pervert! You piece of shit!”
”You still possess quite a bit of spirit desuwa. …Then let us continue.”
With practiced, mechanical movements, Elie picked up another syringe.
This one contained a thick crimson liquid.
”This drug amplifies the sensitivity of your sensory nerves to their limit. A simple breeze against your skin will feel like coarse sandpaper scraping raw flesh. Pain, pleasure—every sensation will strike your mind several times stronger than normal desuwa.”
The second needle pierced the opposite side of Jessica’s neck.
Her body jerked.
Muscles that should have remained paralyzed began twitching beneath her skin. Fibers contracted and relaxed in rippling waves, as though something alive were moving beneath the surface of a still pond. A deep flush spread across her body, while greasy beads of sweat emerged across her skin.
Heat flooded through her veins until her entire body looked fever-bright.
”H-gu…h! It’s… hot…! What… did you do…!?”
Her breathing grew ragged, verging on hyperventilation. The sensation must be like having her nerves flayed, leaving raw meat exposed to the air. The feeling of her own blonde hair brushing against her shoulders and the coldness of the stone pedestal were surely avalanche-flooding her brain with information well beyond her capacity to process.
Elie casually grabbed Jessica’s thighs and forced them wide apart into an M-shape. Because of the muscle relaxant, there was not a shred of strength left to resist. They were spread so wide it felt as if her joints might dislocate. Her private parts were exposed to the cold cellar air, piercing her now hyper-sensitive mucous membranes.
”Master. The preparations are complete. Please, teach this bitch who doesn’t know how to speak to her betters the order of things as a living creature desuwa.”
Elie stepped back and bowed respectfully. He walked slowly toward Jessica’s spread legs. Looking down, she glared back at him through teary eyes, maintaining the best display of bravado she could muster.
”Stop…! Don’t look! Don’t touch! You’re filthy! Don’t come inside me!”
Though she rejected him with her words, her body remained obscenely, defenselessly open. He unzipped his pants and exposed his desire, hardened and arched by the rushing blood. A thick, vein-ridden, dark-red rigidity. Jessica’s gaze was pinned to that weapon-like mass, her eyes trembling with terror.
”Let’s get the situation straight, Jessica.”
He slammed himself into her, aiming to strike his pubic bone against hers, driving into the very root in a single thrust.
SLAM!
”Guh, gyiii…! It hurts! Stop it…!”
Jessica shrieked at the sensation of her flesh tearing. Because of the sensitivity-amplifying drug, the frictional heat of mere dry mucous membranes rubbing together must have been burning her brain like a white-hot iron rod shoved deep inside. Ignoring him, he leaned his weight into his hips and drove even deeper, aiming for her uterine opening.
Snun, snu, meriri….
The sensation of forcefully prying open her narrow, unlubricated tunnel of flesh transmitted directly into his hips. It was a tight, resisting sensation, like trying to force a thick rod into a rubber hose. Her undeveloped v**inal walls were desperately contracting, rejecting the intrusion, undulating in a futile attempt to push the glans out. But even that rejection was, to him, the ultimate tightening. It’s so tight. She really does have a hell of a p**sy, as always. It felt like being squeezed tightly by a wet, raw-hide glove.
”Hi, a, agaaaah…! It’s tearing, it’s going to tear! Pull it out, please, pull it out!”
Jessica let out a shrill, high-pitched scream like a broken flute, her eyes beginning to roll back. Her toes, which shouldn’t have been able to move, curled back and spasmed from the pain reflex of exceeding her limits.
Her v**inal interior was abnormally hot. A fever far higher than his own body temperature enveloped his member, pulsing as if it were trying to melt it. The slight amount of love fluids secreted by her rejection and pain mixed with fresh blood from her torn mucous membranes, the scent of iron rust and sweet, female musk tickling his nostrils.
”Good voice. Learn the shape of me with that tight hole.”
He didn’t rest, pulling his hips back. He relished the resistance of the flesh wall suctioning onto him like a vacuum, then slammed back in with all his might.
Pop, pop, pop!
The wet, slapping sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the silent cellar. Each time he struck, Jessica’s body swayed on the pedestal, her full breasts undulating. Her body, unable to exert any force due to the muscle relaxant, had become nothing more than a sad, fleshy bag merely receiving his violent piston rhythm.
”Ah, ugh, aaaa…! It hurts, it hurts…! It’s going to break, my stomach, it’s breaking…!”
Jessica soaked her face in drool and tears, shaking her head side-to-side in denial. Yet, contrary to the words of rejection, every time her v**ina was stimulated, it instinctively clamped down on his c**k, refusing to let go. The intense stimulation known as pain was forcibly carving new circuits of pleasure into her immature body.
”They’re all dead. Torben, Honor, your cousins, too. I killed them, burned them, turned them to ash, and buried them.”
While slamming his hips, he calmly stated the curse-like truth. Jessica shook her head violently.
”Liar! Liar, liar, liar! My papa and the others wouldn’t die! Not to someone like you…!”
”And you died, too.”
He grabbed her sweat-slicked breasts with both hands, digging his nails in deep.
”Higi…!”
”Your heart stopped, you died, and you were starting to rot, but I fixed you. This is the bottom of hell. And I am the King of Hell, judging you right here.”
He declared it coldly. Shattering the reality she had been clinging to.
”You aren’t human anymore. You are my property. Do you understand? You can only breathe when I allow it. You can only move when I permit it. …If you disobey, I’ll throw you back into that darkness.”
Snap.
Jessica’s screaming stopped. The moment the word “darkness” was spoken, the terror of that absolute void she had experienced in the moment of her death vividly resurfaced in her mind. Her breathing turned into a wheezing hyperventilation, and her pupils quivered.
”N… no… not the darkness, anything but that…”
Instinctive fear was beginning to erode the hatred of her reason. Her mind was on the verge of breaking; her body was opening to pleasure. But it still wasn’t enough. Deep within her ochre eyes, washed clean by tears, a murderous intent like a dying ember was still smoldering.
”Whether this is hell… or whatever else…”
With her face covered in greasy sweat, Jessica clenched her teeth so hard they felt like they might shatter.
”I will never… accept someone like you…! I’ll kill you someday…! I’ll find an opening, and I’ll tear your throat out…!”
Jessica’s mouth, screaming and shouting, was far too noisy. He grabbed her chin with his left hand, using enough force to make her bones creak, and forced her to look up. His fingers dug roughly into her smooth, tear-and-sweat-drenched cheek. The moment her terrified eyes caught his, he physically sealed the lips that were spewing curses with his own.
”Nmuh, u…!? Ngu, nn…! “
With her air cut off, Jessica leaked a muffled, beast-like sound from the back of her throat. He twisted his tongue into the gaps of her rigid teeth, forcing them open. He caught her tongue, which was thrashing inside her mouth, entangled it, and flooded her with his saliva.
He must have cut the inside of her mouth; the taste of blood like iron rust mixed with his sweet saliva, turning into a thick mucus that fell down her throat. She showed a flash of murderous intent, trying to bite his tongue off, but just before she could, he squeezed her jaw with enough force to shatter the joint, physically sealing her mouth open. A total violation of her mucous membranes, not even allowing her to breathe. He pumped his breath and the scent of a male into her lungs as she spasmed, searching for oxygen.
”Nn, fu, ah…! Nmuh…!”
It wasn’t just her mouth that had its freedom stolen. He saw a white shadow move in the corner of his vision. Elie. She buried her face into Jessica’s bouncing, full breasts and ran her tongue along her taut, pink n**ples.
Slurp.
A sticky, wet sound.
”!? Nnnn…!?”
Jessica’s body jolted as if hit by a high-voltage current. Her joined lower half twitched, her v**inal flesh undulating and clamping down on his member. Elie murmured in a voice of pure enchantment, enjoying the n**ple’s hardness as she rolled it with her wet tongue.
”Wonderful… The depth of her sensory nerves has exceeded three times the norm. The boundary between pain and pleasure is melting… She’s in the most delicious state, right on the verge of her brain burning out desuwa.”
While kneading the other breast like bread dough with her hand, she persistently sucked on the n**ple, devouring it with a loud sound.
Chupa, slurrrp, lero-lero….
He pulled his lips away. A thread of silver saliva stretched between them, sticky and viscous, before snapping.
”Puhaッ…! Haa, haa…! St-stop… it feels… weird…!”
Jessica begged, oxygen-starved, her eyes unfocused. But Elie didn’t stop. Like an infant seeking mother’s milk, or a parasite sipping from its prey, she sucked greedily, her smile deepening.
”Even though you hate it, your n**ples are so hard and hot desuwa. Look, enjoy it more. I’ll pamper you until your brain becomes nothing but melting soup.”
Jupo, zuchu.
Each time the wet sound echoed through the cellar, Jessica’s hips floated up against her will, revealing the movement of inviting his member deeper inside.
”Ah…! No, it feels, disgusting…! Don’t touch me, don’t lick me!”
Her words clearly rejected it. Her eyes swirled with physiological revulsion and murderous hatred for him and Elie. And yet. Her v**ina was burning hot, as if lying to her, and was beginning to overflow with a massive amount of love fluids.
Schlick, schlick….
The dry friction sound from earlier had changed into a wet, obscene sound that violated the ears.
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Summary:
Ryuichi and Elie subject the resurrected Jessica to intense sensory and chemical torture within a stone cellar. Elie administers a potent muscle relaxant followed by a nerve-sensitizing agent, effectively stripping Jessica of all physical agency. Ryuichi then proceeds to violate her physically, while emotionally dismantling her sense of self by informing her of the deaths of her family. Despite her desperate internal resistance and vocalized hatred, her body is biologically conditioned to respond to the stimulation.
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Trivia:
Jessica was literally dead and rotting before Ryuichi used his regenerative magic on her.
The Mana Shell is an invisible barrier that provides defensive protection for the caster.
The drugs specifically bypass motor functions while leaving the diaphragm and vocal cords functional for psychological manipulation.
Elie’s clinical detachment is noted as being colder than the scientific curiosity of a standard researcher.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Jessica – A blonde-haired woman with ochre eyes, a glamorous yet athletic physique, and a sharp, small face featuring drooping eyes and puckered lips. Reanimated from death as a modified biological vessel, her tear-ruined face masks a captive harboring a burning, murderous resentment toward her captor for her family’s murder. Her initial fits of rage and defiance are forcibly suppressed by chemical agents.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
• Elie – An eighteen-year-old virgin research director with pale skin, glasses, and silver hair hiding her eyes. Sold into slavery by her parents to reduce mouths to feed, she now wears a white coat, functioning as a cold, calculating assistant. Driven by an obsessive, mad fervor for forbidden magic, her chilling, detached attitude leads her to treat buyers and others as research specimens to be corrected.
• Torben – A Free Citizen who operates a slave-trading business out of a red-roofed, single-story house outside the city walls of Niver. He justifies his actions through the social stratification of slavery before being bound and executed by Ryuichi.
• Honor – The wife of Torben who manages the household affairs and coordinates the storage of the family’s assets, including gold, silver, and the official Slave Ledger. She is executed alongside her husband via localized drowning magic.
• Ryuichi – A pragmatic, 40-year-old Spirit King with a plain build, silver hair, and a beard, he rules his Grimm mansion and elf village with absolute authority. This cold, clinical captor and primary antagonist uses immense spiritual energy—manipulating golden mana, earth, ice, blue fire, and space—to exert absolute dominance. A calculated, hedonistic provider, he feels no hesitation in inflicting torment.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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