Mob Yandere

Chapter 202-1

[Part 1/3]

Dreams and reality flipped.

What the girl saw was red and black.

Bubbling, pooling slime.

Endless writhing tentacles.

She was buried in a mass of living flesh.

A sharp, raw stink??half sour, half bloody.

Ah, so I really came here, she thought.

No shock.

No mind-breaking horror.

Just quietly taking it all in??

She even managed a faint smile.

Of course. This was normal.

No fear, no cowering.

Just a precious, plain-old, boring day full of love and fun.

Why should I act like any of this is weird?

This??this beautiful moment??

I could never have this outside.

Because 'outside' is mean.

'Outside' is scary.

'Outside' hurts.

'Outside' is cruel.

'Outside' is filthy...

'Outside' is why I lost my mother.

'Outside' is where I was punished, yelled at, bullied.

Even the so-called training??how the older girls in the shop got messed with??saw it again and again...

They hurt me, and I'd force myself to say thank you with teary eyes, knowing it was all a lie.

I didn't want to see any of it, but I had to or they'd hit me.

So I just clung to myself, did my best to hold on, hold in the tears.

And those eyes watching us??those cold, gross eyes??creeped me out deep in my bones.

Compared to that?

This prison of flesh wasn't so bad.

Honestly, I'm almost scared it might all be a dream??just some scrap of hope I had lying in an 'outside' bed.

"Haah..."

That's why she relaxed, letting herself melt into the feel of flesh-vines wrapped tight around her.

The squeezing didn't even register as pain.

The slime slicked onto her skin was just... there??not gross at all.

There was a gentleness in the grip.

A touch of kindness, even.

The thick slime was warm??almost pleasant.

Who needs clothes anymore?

A dull pleasure fills my whole body forever. Is this what dreamy feeling? My tits tighten and itchy. It's been forever.

...But there was nothing there to be, and it felt like a hollow, and it seemed to be missing, and it felt like it was gaping in my heart, and it seemed to be a very sad thing.

Ah. I want to fill it up. Ah, I want to accept it. I want to be loved for this empty hole. So...

"Hehe... okay..."

The girl, with a drowsy look, spoke in a soft tone, gently caressing the fleshy creatures that clung to her belly, chest, hips, and thighs. Her skin was smooth, and the way they trembled at her touch was so cute, like tiny animals. The thicker limbs gathered around her, their veins bulging as they twitched and squirmed.

She knew. If she pampered them, they'd come like puppies. And once they came, it was her duty as a servant to take care of them.

"Mmm..."

The girl tenderly kissed one of the tips pressing against her. It was a pure, innocent expression of affection, a way to show kindness to a loved one. Blushing like she was being watched by her family, she pecked at one fleshy hand, then stroked another, and twined her hair around yet another. "Don't go," her actions seemed to say, "I'll take care of you, just wait." She couldn't help but giggle when another pressed against her cheek, as if answering her. She seemed like a spoiled baby, mimicking a mother's actions, rubbing her cheeks against them in return...

"Ah...uhh?"

As she petted them, she noticed her other half sinking into the sea of flesh beside her. Perhaps they were dreaming too, surrendering their body just like her... She scraped through the mass of meat on the floor, moving closer.

Bound by fleshly hands, rubbed, surrounded, toyed with, and welcoming something deep into her throat, she looked at her other half. Blushing, with a dazed expression, it was clear what she was thinking. It was her other half, after all. Naturally. She seemed so happy it made her joyful too.

THUD! Something fell between them, like a barrier. In her foggy mind, she recognized it. It was someone very important to both of them.

Honored to be drained, covered in bite marks, the tips swollen and red, marked with hickeys, dripping with juice, she envied the blissful, wretched state of the person submitted to the flesh bed. But the girl reached out, intertwining her fingers with theirs.

"Mmm... nn, ...mother..."

"Move your fingers, worn out as they are, spread them wide." Slimy gunk oozed out, stretching between them, mingling with mine. It's a messy mix, bubbling and squishy. We're all doing it, linking hands in a river pattern. A sweet memory, replayed before we part ways. A blessing from the great one.

"Ahh..."

A sigh of awe for the countless meaty hands, squirming in from every direction, surrounding us. The girl smiles. They're the messengers, here to drop our family into happiness. In her child's heart, an ideal, a fantasy father... made real. A grand existence.

"Hehe... come here, great master... Ahh, my god..."

She throws herself into the murky mass, surrendering, welcoming, offering. Through the grip of their hands, she shares happiness, gives everything. Her sweet moans leak out, overlap, and with everyone, they praise the savior. The room fills with songs of celebration. Yearning to be part of it, to love it. Ah, happiness. True happiness.

"God... master..."

Gazing at the great meat cocoon, enthroned at the room's end, a sweet, childlike plea. Tears of joy blur her vision as loving hands cover it, mercilessly.

And so, the child's reality and dreams flip once more....

* * *

"Master, how about this?"

In the garden, Mio twirled, showing off her outfit. The thin fabric highlighted her curves... a light blue connected dress. She charmed with a smile, wearing a wheat-straw hat.

"Isn't it good? It seems breathable too."

"By the way, what kind of underwear should I wear? See, with this fabric, it'll slightly show through, giving it a different kind of allure!"

"And what about now?"

"Nothing... hehe, Just this one layer."

"I suppose so."

Glancing at her body through the thin dress, I replied from the shaded side of the veranda. Sipping my juice, chilled with ice from the well, perfect for a summer day.

A bit late for the summer change... The clothes pulled from the chests aren't just a pile, they're a mountain, a rainbow of colors. The maids chatter and giggle as they take out, wash, dry, and dress up, all to impress and seek opinions.

"Look, Master! Check this out!"

"Beautiful, right? Is it beautiful!?"

Shii and Fuumi, the latecomers, each show off their yukata as the younger group. They add hairpins, lift their hair, carry handkerchiefs, umbrellas, and fans. It's an obligation to give compliments under their eager, anticipating gazes. You can't stand being outdone.

"Hey now, having style is good. Truly a hundred flowers blooming... Is that one Nanban style?"

Pointing out Yuu's unique yukata, the silent, pale child hides behind Fuumi, shy from the attention.

"Master, look at me! Me, me!?"

The one who flipped and rushed over was Shaan, the older one in the young group. She proudly showed off her thin, pinkish-red yukata with a hint of continental style. Swishing her youthful twin tails, she tried so hard to act grown-up, mimicking a beauty with a folding fan.

"Hey, how about this!?"

"Oh, it's elegant and beautiful... I see, I see. Yuu's got charm too. That pattern on the hakama, so vivid, isn't it?"

Boldly describing Shaan's manner as beautiful, not just cute, earns a pout from Fuumi as Yuu dashes over, tugging at sleeves and leading her away for a head pat and praise. Yuu's eyes squint adorably, accepting the compliment despite her shyness.

"But how did you get dressed up so nicely? By who..."

"Come on, it's not okay? I haven't even done my makeup yet..."

From where Shii's group came, a shadow seemed to chase after them in the distance. The voice made it clear it was Kuzu. She must have helped dress them, fixed their hair too. The hungry brats must have rushed off before she could do their makeup.

"Don't get mad, don't get mad. You don't need makeup, you're already beautiful. I just couldn't wait to show you off to everyone...huh?"

I put myself between everyone and Kuzu-the-older-sis, kind of defending her, facing her way??

but mid-sentence, words just died in my throat.

Seeing Kuzu strut in, Amatsuru following shyly behind??honestly, I just stared, totally dumbstruck.

Sharp-eyed Kuzu was wearing this tight black underrobe that hugged her body.

Shoulders, back, neck, collarbone??bare.

Thighs: fishnet. You could see where her legs met.

A cute white fluff ball decorated her butt, rabbit-style ornaments on her head??

But that wasn't even the wildest part.

"Um, s-sorry my outfit's...um..."

Amatsuru looked super awkward about her clothes??

a swimsuit, or close enough. Cow print, 2-piece, a little loose in places??maybe doesn't fit right.

She had a leather vest over it, and a collar with a bell jingling at her neck. Cowgirl? Literally?

"Uh, um..."

I couldn't help but take in the whole scene, and suddenly felt rude for staring, tried to look her in the eyes??but instead, my gaze stuck on her head.

If Kuzu had bunny ears, Amatsuru had...cow horns? Little horns poked out around her cowherd hat, doubling as a hair comb.

Big platinum hoop earrings, and gold-cut crystal shaped like diamonds...

I almost thought about a price tag??nah, that's rude, get it together.

"Master, is something wrong?"

"That's my line...what's with those outfits?"

Kuzu tilted her head at me, all calm, like I was the odd one out. I'd second-guess myself, but Amatsuru's look convinced me??nah, I'm not crazy. I ask anyway.

Kuzu checks herself over, looking even more curious, head still tilted.

"Umm...well, these are Natsu outfits?"

"Natsu outfits"

"Yes. As one who serves you, Master...ah, these outfits are based on imported party wear, apparently. They've been tailored for the local climate."

Kuzu said they boosted ventilation to help stop sweating.

"I thought, when Master is out having fun, it'd be better to serve you dressed like this. I gave everyone one."

"Everyone???"

"For Master's full enjoyment, the designs have been tweaked a bit... so, if you could, would you let us know which you like best? And give your thoughts?"

"...The one in the back, is that a cowherd costume?"

Feels like I should be saying something. Nothing comes out. I just move the conversation along. Kuzu follows my gaze and faces Amatsuru standing behind him.

"Yes. ...You're in front of Master, you know. Show yourself properly."

"Y-yes...!"

Amatsuru's answer is barely a whisper, like she's being scolded. She pulls open her shirt, showing her skin. Looks away, nervous, but keeps sneaking peeks??like she wants me to say something.

"Master, any thoughts?"

"Uh... thoughts, huh...?"

Kuzu is pushing me for a reaction. But what am I even supposed to say here? I look her over again, from toe nails to the top of that cowherd hat.

"..."

I step closer, silent. Amatsuru flinches just a bit, but Kuzu holds her steady by his side. I end up face to face with her, checking every detail up close.

"Boss...?"