Broken Story: Reborn as a Villainess Author-Chapter 40: Give in...!

The overwhelming tide stopped its advance, trapped by Shinra’s mana.

Stellar and Ophelia collapsed to their knees, gasping with relief as the strain was lifted from them.

"Thank you," Stellar breathed. "We couldn’t have held it much longer."

As they sought to find some sort of rest, Acheron’s voice resounded through the domain.

’Stellar! Ophelia! Go... help the others!’ she managed to say, despite facing sweet torture.

Stellar was shocked by her request. "What about you?"

’I have Shinra... don’t worry about me! Go help the rest... they don’t have any protection over their minds!’

Stellar and Ophelia exchanged a knowing glance. They held each other’s hands as they glowed brightly before fading into thin air.

Shinra’s lips curved into a smile. ’You placed your fate in the hands of a god... Brave girl...’

Morena stopped for a moment, removing her claws from Acheron’s head. The skill was passing through. No matter how many times she tried, it ended up with one result.

In all her years of devouring minds, this was the first time anyone had ever resisted her temptation to this point.

’What is this power blocking me...’ Morena thought.

She pulled away from Acheron’s body. The instant her presence lifted, a small breath escaped Acheron’s lips. She managed to look at her team, their eyes still glowing red. They were still under the spell.

’Come on... Stellar, Ophelia!’

Morena began to float upward. She raised one clawed hand and gestured toward Acheron with a casual wave. Immediately, Acheron’s body jerked upward, drawn by Morena’s mana. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

They ascended together until they reached the ceiling where Morena’s actual body lay.

As they approached, the stomach of the creature split open with a slick sound. Her flesh parted, opening a portal to another space.

Acheron looked around to analyze where she had been taken. Everything seemed to be covered in darkness. It went deeper and deeper the more she tried to focus on it. Then slowly, her vision became clearer as they entered fully.

She saw hundreds of unhatched eggs, suspended in motion by the threads that connected them to the main body. These eggs varied in size, some the size of a baby while others the size of a full-grown human.

The Childless Mother had been pregnant for centuries, carrying life within her that could never be born. She lacked the ability to give birth. Her body was designed to contain but never to release.

The longing for a child had tortured her over and over throughout the years. Then she decided to trap her victims as surrogate offspring, treating them as her own forever.

She would trap them in illusions created from the memories in which they were most vulnerable, then seal them within her hollow womb, keeping them suspended eternally.

They floated deeper and deeper into the chamber, finally stopping at a place which could be interpreted as a resting spot. The floor was slick with a warm and cozy touch. Despite the outside being cold, inside Morena’s womb was warm and chilly.

Morena controlled Acheron’s body, forcing her to lie down on the floor’s slimy surface. The moment she made contact with it, the liquid beneath her started moving of its own accord.

It slid along Acheron’s legs slowly. The strange substance consumed her clothes as it meandered. It reached her thighs, then her waist, then her chest. This was another pleasure Morena indulged in.

She would bring her prey here to satisfy herself in various ways. Some men called it "The perfect damnation," while others called it "The best way to die."

As the name suggested, they would have the time of their lives being treated specially by Morena in this slimy area where she would have all the fun with their bodies.

Several minutes passed and the liquid had almost completed its work. Acheron barely had any clothes left, her naked body exposed in the darkness.

She thought of attempting to struggle, but it was no use. She knew that and just stayed still, feeling the sensation of the slickness of the liquid moving across every inch of her body.

The liquid stopped its advance at the command of Morena. She came closer, positioning her body on top of Acheron’s. Her eye color changed, her hair grew longer.

"You brought this upon yourself..." Morena said, her lips curving up on both sides in a cunning smile as she lowered herself. Her lips drew nearer to Acheron’s inch by inch.

Muah!

Their bodies collided. The liquid made a strange noise as Morena’s weight leaned down. Her tongue tangled with Acheron’s, her eyes closed as she moved in various ways.

The sense of contact sent a surge of sensation through Acheron’s nervous system. Despite her not being attracted to females in any way, she found herself enjoying this intimacy.

Morena released the control over her body and she continued to flow with the movements as they both tumbled and wrestled.

’Damn it...’ Acheron thought, her eyes closing as she tried her best to resist... and failed to do so.

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Inside the World of Ilmestys, the energy was reaching critical levels. Shinra found himself forced to use both hands to contain the overwhelming tide of erotic power trying to break through into Acheron’s consciousness.

"The hell is that beast doing to you?!" Shinra said aloud, trying to recall Acheron.

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Meanwhile, in the depths of his mind, Arlo opened his eyes with care. When his vision cleared, he noticed he was standing in the open grounds of his family’s mansion. A familiar straw dummy stood in the middle.

In his hand, he felt a short wooden sword. Stunned, he looked around again. This time he spotted his father, standing at one side of the grounds, looking down at him with a disgusted expression.

In front of him, his younger brother stood with a wooden sword of his own as he grinned with confidence.

"Come on loser," his brother said, laughing as he raised his sword. "Hehehe, don’t just stand there, come at me, punk!"