The Aftermath of Allure

“Mistress… are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Chloe watched Tia’s alluring violet eyes, which constantly pulsed with a pink glow and faintly heart-shaped pupils, causing her to instinctively recoil. This reminded her of Isabella.

However, she soon found herself unable to dwell on that concern as the pulsing of those eyes rapidly intensified. Simultaneously, a chorus of alluring cries began to swell in her ears, scattering like ripples across a disturbed lake.

“Ah! No…”

The scene before Chloe’s eyes distorted and twisted into a chaotic mess; every ordinary object seemed to sprout monstrous mouths, chanting the discordant sounds that assaulted her ears. She covered her ears in agony, crouching down with her eyes tightly shut, attempting to slow the onslaught.

Yet, all her efforts were in vain; the buzzing cacophony continued to intensify. To her horror, she realized that beyond the mental assault, her physical body was also beginning to succumb. Every muscle in her body turned to jelly, and countless cells, seemingly beyond her brain’s control, began screaming chaotically. Certain parts, in particular, became sensitive, like an addict in withdrawal, presumptuously demanding gratification from her brain.

“Ugh… Mmm~”

Despite Chloe’s strenuous attempts to suppress the urge to vocalize, her uncontrolled body would not relent. Faint, tender moans originated from her chest, escaping her lips, carried by warm exhalations. With this first sound as a precursor, everything else surged forth like floodgates bursting open.

“This is the effect I wanted.”

Under Tia’s control, Chloe’s eyes once again turned pink, with alluring heart shapes at their centers.

“Don’t… do this… Ugh~”

Chloe’s consciousness didn’t seem entirely consumed by lust; her residual will struggled relentlessly, resisting the invisible hand that manipulated her. Chloe detested being treated this way, for in such a mental state, her subjective will was sidelined like a mere spectator, forced to watch her body perform mechanical responses under primal urges. It was as if she were a machine, yielding a predetermined result when given a specific command, devoid of any genuine vital changes.

Tia, however, cared little for such nuances; for her, it was just another game. Moreover, she delighted in doing precisely what Chloe disliked, her heart filling with joy at the sight of Chloe’s piteous and aggrieved expression.

“Don’t want it? This is actually a bargain for you. Don’t you know that in this state, you probably won’t feel any physical pain? Everything will be transformed into pleasure, you see.”

Within Chloe’s trembling pupils, one could almost see the struggle between her self-awareness and lust. Through the reflection in her clear eyes, the shadows of tentacles once again surfaced.

Fear, once again, finally became the master of her mind.

“No…”

In spring, after the rain, the grasslands always exuded a cool, refreshing fragrance. The sweet nectar, mingling with the damp air, playfully invaded people’s noses. Even with the grass’s excellent absorption capabilities, some water always escaped, gathering into puddles that, like quiet maidens, silently recounted tales of wind and rain.

What a fierce storm it had been!

The flowers, still disheveled, competed to complain about the wind’s rudeness. They recalled how it had ungraciously battered their delicate stamens; had they not been relying on the earth, perhaps only withered branches and fallen leaves would have remained.

The grass hated the rain even more. The downpour seemed to have accumulated for a thousand years, unleashed entirely on that single day. Pity the small blades of grass, whose fragile bodies could not bear such a grand offering; their leaves, heavy with water, sagged under the burden.

Nevertheless, rain is, after all, the source of life, the world’s blessing. The flowers and grass would eventually wholeheartedly accept it, taking their share to thoroughly absorb every drop. Who knew which great rain would bring forth new life into the world?

‘So tired! My bones feel like they’re falling apart! My muscles are nothing but jelly!’

Such were Chloe’s sensations upon regaining consciousness. Excessive tears clung to her eye sockets, gluing her eyelids shut. The physical exhaustion was secondary; it was her spirit that was truly weary. She felt as though she had drained a lifetime’s worth of desire; her mind felt utterly vacant and hollow, her spiritual world depleted of its operating energy, leaving behind only philosophical currents.

‘What is the meaning of the universe? From the colossal to the minuscule, all things are interconnected. Can the truth of the world be sought through direct contemplation?’

Chloe found herself utterly incapable of rising. Fortunately, this time, that strange bloated feeling didn’t return to her stomach.

‘Perhaps because I was unconscious for too long, it all got digested?’

‘Heh heh.’

Chloe chuckled aloud, amused by her own sense of humor.

“I’m exhausted!”

Struggling to prop herself up, Chloe dragged her unwilling body to the full-length mirror in the room.

‘I’m actually still wearing clothes, not bad.’

The girl in the mirror appeared to be roughly the size of a middle schooler, perhaps a little older. Yet, the impression she gave was far from youthful innocence. Her hollowed eyes, deepened by spiritual exhaustion, made her seem aged beyond her years. She looked like someone who would say, “You’ll understand when you reach my age.”

Her tangled strands of hair writhed like wild serpents. Chloe herself quite liked this ‘hairstyle’—though it wasn’t really a style, more like a disheveled beauty. Her lotus-root white legs trembled, refusing to close together. For some reason, her small, pigeon-toed feet remained quite tempting, making one want to lean down and savor them.

Alas, the girl’s entire body was not flawless. Her neck, arms, thighs, and feet were everywhere marked with injuries of varying severity—some were scratches, others were bruises, all red and heartbreaking to behold. However, for certain peculiar individuals, these might not be considered flaws at all, but rather perfect embellishments.

“Sss…”

Chloe lifted her clothes, revealing her shocking body. She tentatively reached out to touch herself, grimacing in pain. Points of light, like tears, reflected once more in her still-reddened and swollen eyes.

‘Tia truly had no idea how to cherish anything! If I had such an adorable doll myself, I’d instinctively protect it, meticulously caring for it every day. What sense does it make to just stomp around like this?’

‘Even if I can’t leave Tia, she shouldn’t be so utterly fearless. Ah, alas, this grievance can only be suppressed within my heart. Only this ugly fox doll can barely serve as companionship.’

Chloe sighed, squeezing the doll still hanging from her waist. Looking at it now, she found it surprisingly agreeable.

“Hehe, I’ll give you a name, since I might be carrying you for a long time.”

“How about I call you Papertreat?”

Chloe pressed its head, and it nodded.

“You like it? That’s great~”