The Girl from the Bottom (2)

<Side : Arc Forbidden>

Subdued by Francesca and Hildegard, all strength drained from my body as I collapsed. Unable to resist the pleasure surging from my groin… I lost consciousness.

The last thing I saw was the wickedly grinning silver-haired apostle and the dark-skinned Avian race.

But at that moment, an old memory surfaced from the depths of my mind, helping me endure.

“Father…”

A memory of my Father’s warm touch from my childhood. Father always took care of me with meticulous care and affection, and I was proud of every moment I spent learning by his side.

Just watching my Father, who was well-versed in medicine and Creation Studies, always filled me with great pride.

Moreover, Father was not only knowledgeable but also possessed a thoughtful heart and a passion for treating patients, making him an object of reverence for me as a child.

One day, my gaze was drawn to a small flowerpot in a corner of Father’s laboratory. I stared at the flowerpot containing a single flower, which was not flashy but rather simple. Yet, I felt as if the life within was calling out to me.

At that moment, Father quietly came to my side and asked, “Arc, are you interested in that flower?”

I remember clearly answering as I looked at the flower, “When I look at this flower… it makes me feel really happy. It would be wonderful if more flowers could grow in a wider place than just this pot… I’m sad that I can’t see things like that because the empire is all desert…”

Father listened to my words, remained silent for a moment, and then knelt beside me.

His soft hand stroked my cheek, and he gave me a warm smile, saying, “Then, when you grow up, why don’t you make flowers and trees bloom in this desert?”

At those words, my eyes sparkled as I looked up at Father.

“Can I really do that?”

Father nodded and smiled.

“Of course, Arc. You’re my daughter, so of course you can. You can do anything if it’s something you earnestly desire in your heart.”

I cannot express how much courage and comfort those words gave me.

Father’s kind eyes and trusting voice. From that moment on, I dreamed.

I dreamed of one day breathing life into the desolate desert of this empire.

“Father… Father… please save me…”

I cried out the name of my proud and kind Father, but I could only float in the air and watch the past… and then I was swept away to another memory.

It was a laboratory with a cold and heavy atmosphere, unlike the memories of my childhood.

Where I had just been looking at the flowerpot, there was now a huge iron operating table instead of the desk where I used to study with Father… and I was lying on that operating table.

“Why… Father…!?”

And these scenes… were the memories I had been denying, rationalizing that Francesca was trying to mislead me about the relationship between Father and me… the absurd fantasy that I was not an ordinary human being but an artificially created life form.

In it, the figure of Father that I saw was familiar but also frighteningly strange.

Inside the dimly lit laboratory, I was lying naked on the operating table with no emotion or thought on my face, and Father was looking down at me.

That Father had a cold expression that was quite different from the one I knew, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fatigue and emptiness.

And… in Father’s hand was the small flowerpot I had seen earlier.

“Arc… what kind of feeling does this flower give you?”

Father showed me the flower in the pot and asked.

The me in the fantasy, looking at the flower in the pot… spoke in a dry voice without any emotion.

“I don’t feel anything.”

Hearing those words, Father stared blankly at me for a moment… his expression darkened rapidly, and he lowered his head gloomily and manipulated something.

Then…

“Ughghghghgh…!!?!??!”

Suddenly, a cold metallic sensation flowed through the operating table, and a sharp electric shock pierced even me, who was just watching.

A painful moment that swept through my entire body. Why would Father, who loved me more than anyone else… do this to me?

“There’s no way Father would inflict this pain on me…”

With a confused heart, I looked back at the memory, and Father asked me again, “What kind of feeling does this flower give you?”

I answered again without any emotion… and the result was a terribly painful electric shock.

“Kyaaaaaaaat…!!!!?!!””

After that, the same question and shock were repeated dozens, no, hundreds of times. As if trying to somehow reconstruct my mind as Father wanted…

Father kept asking the same question, and I kept receiving the same pain.

My beloved Father… my beloved Father… why are you giving me this pain…

Please let me believe that this is a ploy to drive a wedge between Father and me… please…

“Arc… what do you feel when you look at this flower…”

And finally, I, lying on the operating table, exhausted from the continuous electric shocks, answered with difficulty.

“When I look at this flower… it makes me feel really happy… It would be really… nice if more flowers and trees could grow…”

The same answer I had given earlier when I looked at the same flower… The moment he heard that answer, Father removed his distressed expression, put on a satisfied smile, and gently embraced me.

But I was very afraid and scared of that expression on Father’s face…

All of those actions were to make me say positive things while looking at the flowerpot…

It was no different from injecting me with emotions that I could not have originally thought of.

“T-That’s… all an illusion. There’s no way Father, who cherishes me so much, would do this… there’s no way!”

With a trembling voice from the overwhelming shock, I desperately denied the series of memories that were more real than reality.

This desire for nature that I have is an emotion forcibly created by Father… From the beginning, I am a being created by Father, and even the happy memories were all created according to Father’s design.

If this were true… I felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe in this dark truth.

“I love you. My daughter…”

Father, with his fingers reaching for my cheek as usual, wearing a benevolent smile.

And then, Father’s fingers opened my lips and forced their way in………?

“Ugh, bub……?”

“Oh? You’re awake♥”

At that moment, when I opened my eyes as if waking up from a dream, there was something hard and soft in my mouth.

This sweet and flavorful taste is……… a Dick…?

“Bbeuep…!!?! Jjyubeub…!!”

W-What is this…!? How can something so filthy be in my mouth…!!

I was flustered and tried to quickly look at the person who had put this Dick in my mouth, but… all I could see was.

A pure white ass?

“Ugh…! Don’t get so excited. Every time you try to say something, your lips pucker up and stimulate my Dick♥”

That’s right. This Dick, which had dug into my mouth and stretched so long that it touched my throat, belonged to Hildegard.

She was squatting on top of my collapsed face, putting her Dick in my throat.

Even if I struggled to pull it out, the deeply embedded Dick acted as a support, making it even harder to pull out. This struggle itself became part of Hildegard’s pleasure, a vicious cycle…

“How does it feel to wake up from a dream♥ You must be beside yourself with the Goddess’s Blessing, right?”

“Eubeuep…!!”

In the midst of all this, Francesca’s voice was coming from below my head… I couldn’t see her well because she was hidden by Hildegard’s ass, but it was definitely coming from my lower body.

–Sseuueuk♥ Ggyuchyuuut♥♥

“Heueubeubeuep…!!!”

“The Dick looks lively♥”

Before I lost consciousness… that sensitive thing that caused me to lose consciousness… was being frantically touched by Francesca’s hands… and my Testicles were being constantly massaged, causing an insane pleasure to surge.

“Even though it’s just starting to grow, it’s so sensitive… you seem to have quite the talent♥”

–Byuryuryuryuryut♥♥♥

“Heugeut…!!”

As if enduring the pleasure coming from above and below wasn’t enough, suddenly something hot and sticky flew towards my body from all around.

This smell and sensation was definitely semen. The moment these things touched my body, I felt a heat and stickiness that made me wonder if I would get burned being absorbed into my body… and an intense pleasure sprouted from my entire body.

With Hildegard’s Dick stuck in my throat like a support, I couldn’t turn my head and even if I moved my eyes, I couldn’t see my surroundings…

Excluding the two people attached to me, the only ones who could splatter semen on me were… I didn’t want to imagine it and didn’t want to believe it, but there was no one else.

My subordinate members and the bums in the back alleys, who had been reduced to mere pawns by the two of them.

“How’s the Slave Incubus’s semen? It’s significantly lower in quality than our apostles, but this amount should be enough to cause Depravity♥ Especially… things that aren’t human, like tools, are easier to taint♥”

“Deueeu… gu…!”

A word muttered with a Dick in my mouth.

Tool…

Something artificially created for the purpose of being used. Normally, I would have easily dismissed it as just a word to despise me, but because of the scenes I had just experienced, the word ‘tool’ had a completely different meaning to me.

I am not a being born from the love of my deceased mother and Father… but a Homunculus created by Father using my mother’s remains.

In other words, it has been revealed that I am Father’s faithful tool…

–Byuryuryuryuryut♥♥

–Pusyuut♥♥

A huge Dick is forcibly shoved into my throat, and in this serious and shameless situation where a hideous Dick that a girl shouldn’t have is created and being ridiculed, my mind becomes hazy with the smell of semen and vaginal fluid pouring out from all directions.

It’s contradictory, but… what keeps me sane in this terrible situation is the truth about my identity.

“Broken Doll, Captain Arc♥ Please don’t break down completely and accept the Goddess’s Blessing without leaving anything behind♥”

Francesca’s excited voice is heard, and the semen pouring in from all around shows no sign of stopping.

Am I… trapped in a hell worse than hell…?

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