Chapter 77: New Puppy—Hilma Cygnaeus (Patreon)

[Warning: The first segment depicts Hilma Cygnaeus being tortured by one of the torturers. If you're not comfortable with it, you can skip to the 2nd segment. You will not miss anything.]

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"Ugh... ugh... please, stop... I was wrong—I was wrong! I won’t do it again."

Hilma's body felt like it was being devoured by countless insects.

Kyouhukou, the Area Guardian of the Black Capsule and a member of the Five Worst, was particularly attentive to her. Holding the title of "Worst Residence," it was a large cockroach who walked on its hind legs, wore a crown and a cloak, and held a scepter. It was repulsive—truly one of the most disgusting beings she had ever encountered.

Despite its disgusting appearance, its voice was surprisingly thick and smooth, like honey dripping from a cavernous pit. It spoke with an odd grace, and its mannerisms were almost polite, as if it had a twisted sense of kindness.

But that illusion shattered in an instant.

"Please! No more! It hurts... it hurts so much... help me... I swear, I won’t do it again!"

Unfathomable suffering had befallen Hilma since that night.

At first, she feared what would happen to her when she was captured by the dark elf boy. But the torture she endured inside her own mansion had only been a prelude to the horror that awaited her.

With such force that she wished for death, her left knee snapped backward, the bone piercing through her skin. Yet that pain had been nothing—a mere appetizer to what followed.

Alone in an unknown, dark space, the terror engulfed her completely. The fear was so overwhelming, she could even feel the weight of the air around her.

Her body had since been healed, but her mind remained fractured.

In that endless darkness, she had screamed until her throat bled. The pain tore through her body like an unrelenting storm, ripping her apart from the inside out.

"Damn it! You still haven’t met your quota for the day. Wake up, lady. You can’t rest until you've earned your keep."

The voice, though it sounded kind, only served to deepen her terror. It was a final verdict—an inescapable decree that would break her spirit.

"AAAHHH!!!"

A horde of writhing cockroaches invaded her body—crawling into her mouth, her nostrils, and her ears. They gnawed at her from every direction.

"AAAAHHH!!!"

She wished for death. A peaceful end.

Anything to stop the suffering.

"No more... I can't... Please, help me! I was wrong..."

Her intestines spilled out like dust to the ground, exposing her bones. Flesh had been torn open, her eyeballs ruptured, and her lips shredded, revealing the teeth beneath.

"Good work. You've met today's quota. I’ll heal you now."

Kyouhukou’s final words made her shudder with relief as the pain began to fade.

"Th-thank you! Thank you!" She babbled incoherently, sobbing. "Thank you, thank you..."

Her trembling voice echoed in the dark, broken and grateful for the brief respite from agony.

"Thank you to the point of tears? Lady, you must be quite the masochist. Well, then... until tomorrow."

With that, the Kyouhukou and its vile swarm disappeared, leaving her alone in the suffocating darkness.

Her once vibrant skin had turned sickly pale, and her golden hair had become tangled in bluish strands. Her once vibrant, bright purple eyes had become clouded and devoid of hope. Regret consumed her, sinking her deeper into despair.

Just days ago, she had slept in a comfortable bed, in the safety of her luxurious mansion. She wore clean dresses, indulged herself, and sipped fine wine while enjoying a life of leisure.

And now, what had she become? Her reality was a nightmarish contradiction. Naked, humiliated, and tortured. Even though she had once been a high-class courtesan, this was too much to bear.

Hilma wept, clutching her naked body and trembling. Her arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she buried her head in her knees.

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2nd Segment:

"I can’t take this anymore... it’s too much..." Hilma whimpered and cried in silence.

Then, a sudden, sharp noise interrupted her sobbing.

—Screeeak.

It sounded like a door scraping against the floor—the sound was jarring, like nails scratching on a chalkboard. The footsteps of three figures entering the room reverberated, each step echoing louder than the last.

"Wh-who’s there?" Hilma stammered, her voice trembling. She opened her mouth in desperation, clinging to the faint hope that someone—anyone—had come to save her.

But was it really a Savior? Or was it once again that disgusting, Kyouhukou?

Her heart raced as a figure emerged from the shadows, revealing something she never expected.

"Wha—"

He was breathtakingly handsome, unlike any man she had ever seen before. His features held the elegance of nobility, as if he belonged to a royal bloodline. His eyes—an uncommon scarlet hue, not found in the kingdom—gazed down at her. His pure white and strikingly beautiful hair added to his otherworldly appearance.

But it wasn’t just his looks that captivated her; his entire attire exuded a chilling aura. A black cloak enveloped his body, giving him an eerie and imposing presence.

Hilma met his eyes, her voice trembling as she cautiously spoke.

"Wh-who... who are you?"

"Hmm..." His voice was deep, tinged with amusement. "It seems your personality has changed. From a sly fox to a meek little lamb... how interesting."

His gaze traveled over her body as if he were studying her, a twisted smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Good. My pet for tonight... it’s you."

"W-what...?" His words caused Hilma to stammer in confusion. What did he mean? Was he here for her body? If she gave it to him, would this endless nightmare finally end?

The man—Aurelius, as she would soon learn—raised his voice, cold and commanding.

"Cixous, Fith."

"Yes, Aurelius-sama."

Out of the darkness, two women in maid uniforms stepped forward. They were stunningly beautiful as well, with an unnatural grace about them.

"Clean her up and bring her to my chambers."

"As you command, Aurelius-sama," they replied in unison.

Without hesitation, the maids grabbed Hilma’s arms and began dragging her away. She barely managed to get the words out.

"A b-bath?"

"Yes. We’re going to wash you," one of the maids said coldly.

"Stay calm," the other added.

Still dazed, Hilma was led into a large, luxurious bathtub, where they proceeded to wash her body thoroughly, scrubbing away the filth of her endless torment.

…….

Cixous and Fith led Hilma to the room on the 9th floor.

“We’ve arrived, Aurelius-sama.”

"Enter."

They announced Hilma's arrival, and after hearing a voice from within, the black door slowly opened, allowing them to step inside.

The room was grander than Hilma had expected—so spacious and luxurious that it made her feel uneasy. Jewels adorned nearly every corner, expensive furniture gleamed under the dim lighting, and the centerpiece was an enormous bed. The lavishness of the space made her own mansion feel like a pauper's abode in comparison.

As they neared the bedroom, strange sounds began leaking through.

"Glock Glock Glock... Chuuu... slurp, slurp..."

It was the unmistakable sound of someone sucking on something.

"Mmm... I'll swallow it all," came a breathless voice.

Soft, giggling moans followed.

"Aurelius-sama, I’ve brought Hilma," Fith said as she stepped forward.

"Good work, Fith, Cixous. You can leave now."

"Yes, Aurelius-sama."

Without hesitation, both maids bowed and quickly left the room. An unexpected and shocking sight greeted Hilma, who was now alone.

Aurelius, sitting casually on the bedside, was being serviced by a stunning blonde woman with a voluptuous figure who was on her knees and had a slave collar tied around her neck. Her head bobbed rapidly as she worked her mouth around his cock.

Her wide hips swayed seductively, her body fully exposed to Hilma’s bewildered eyes.

The woman's cunt was flushed red, glistening with her fluids, while sticky white semen dripped from between her spread legs. Even her anus was stretched wide, contracting and relaxing with the remnants of their previous act. Hilma was momentarily rendered speechless as the cum erupted from both of that woman's holes like a lewd fountain.

Gulp~!

The blonde woman swallowed the final seed of Aurelius with a forceful gulp, sucking her lips for a final time before carefully releasing his cock.

Hilma watched with a stunned expression, barely breathing as she took in the erotic display before her.

"You're here," Aurelius said, his voice calm and commanding. "That's enough, little bitch. Your pussy and ass were delightful today. You may leave."

Clementine, now known as Little Bitch, smiled seductively, still on her knees, like an obedient puppy. "Thank you, Master. Woof~ Please call for me anytime. I’m always ready to serve you with all my heart. Woof~"

With an almost playful grace, Clementine’s eyes glinted with mischief as she bowed to Aurelius and turned to leave on all fours. As she passed by Hilma, she flashed a knowing smile—her hips still swaying provocatively—and licked her lips.

“Enjoy yourself,” she whispered, brushing past Hilma, leaving only that one suggestive phrase.

Hilma stood frozen, her gaze trailing after Clementine, unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

"Come here, Hilma," Aurelius commanded, drawing her attention back to him.

"Y-Yes...!"

Hilma stammered and hurriedly approached him, taking small, quick steps.

"You know why I called you here, don’t you?"

"U-Um... perhaps..."

"Yes, you do. Wouldn’t being one of my little bitches be far better than enduring those daily tortures?"

At the mention of torture, Hilma’s body stiffened. Her panic flared, and her eyes darted nervously as her mind raced. The memories of the horrors she had endured were still fresh, etched deep into her psyche.

Her pupils trembled, vibrating with dread.

“Do you want to go back to that hell?”

“No! No, never!!” Hilma cried out desperately and got down on her knees. “I-I’ll do anything! Please! I don't want to go back! I am a bitch, woof~ woof~.”