Chapter 539 – Week of Disgrace #3

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“How is it? Are you getting used to it?”

“Haha…”

Standing on the bed with difficulty, Grace let out a rough breath.
After a while, I was able to stand up somehow with only the feeling of my unarmored arm and my thigh.

But she can’t move.
I couldn’t feel anything in my legs, so it was difficult to know at what timing my feet were touching, and the same was true under my wrists, so it was impossible to keep my balance.

“Good job.”

Irene congratulates her sister on her first steps.
Moisture formed around Grace’s eyes.

“Black…”

How ridiculous is your posture right now?
Sadness comes from the shameful and helpless situation.

“Don’t cry…”

Irene, who hugged her sister tightly with a sad expression, continued her words.

“Are you going to listen?”

In her tone, she intended to give a positive answer and she would loosen up a bit.
Even though I hate to do the will of Tairat, and her renegade brother…
After waking up with a grunt, I realized that these gloves and boots were truly terrifying things.

She seemed to have to at least pretend to agree.
I wonder if her own mental strength is only this? She feels ashamed, but what can she do?
The hilt of her sword is held by Irene.

In the end, Grace’s head shook as she decided to compromise with her reality.
Then Irene clapped her hands happily, like her daycare teacher.

“Really?”

“…”

“Answer me.”

Her younger brother, who lowers her voice a lot to hear her direct answer, becomes more and more unfamiliar.

“Okay… I’ll listen…”

“Thank you.”

Expressing her sincere thanks, Irene gently stroked Grace’s back.
Extremely exhilarating pleasure that came up again and again at the same time.
As Grace’s center of gravity wriggled around her waist, her new body turned backwards.

“Ah…!”

But Irene’s movements were faster.
Supporting her sister Grace, who was about to fall behind her, she made her sister sit on her bed and went to the refrigerator with brisk steps.
Afterwards she came back there with a small bowl and spoon.

‘Oatmeal…?’

As expected, what Irene brought was oatmeal.
Bananas, strawberries, and blueberries… It’s a luxurious oatmeal.

I don’t know when that was made, but are you asking yourself to eat now?
In this state? Are you sure you don’t want to feed it?

Just as she was thinking about it, Irene brought a chair in front of Grace and sat down.

“Ah, try it.”

The moment she heard those words, Grace’s eyes closed tightly.
I couldn’t believe it, but I thought I’d go this far… I’m going crazy.

“Poem, I hate it… Why did I…”

“Hurry.”

“…”

Grace, wincing at her brother’s lowered voice again, opened her mouth reluctantly.
Pushing her spoon into it, Irene smiled broadly as Grace licked her lips and ate her oatmeal.

‘Damn…’

Except for her hips and the back of her thighs, she hates the emptiness of not feeling anything, and she’s ashamed of herself eating oatmeal scoops…
I really hate it. It seems like a newborn baby.

“Eat.”

Irene’s order follows.
Grace, who half-forced her mouth, took a few more oatmeal from Irene and then shouted in anger.

“Stop…! Stop…!! This is inconvenient…!”

It’s not just uncomfortable, it’s so uncomfortable that I want to die.
Grace, who was outraged, did not know that there was a little bit of childishness in her tone, and just sighed.
He is doing exactly what he was embarrassed to be like as a baby.

Limp-!

The sound of metal hitting the floor was heard.
He looked that way, and there was oatmeal on the spoon and around it.
It seems that he even hit him with a spoon while he was trying to cover his mouth with his hand.

Grace’s hairline softened.
It was because Irene, who took a bad look at her own spoiled manners, would make her wear an eyepatch or earplugs on her.
However, contrary to her expectation of being punished, Irene hugged Grace tightly.
Just like when he whined before, very warmly.

“Are you very uncomfortable?”

Irene said in a soft voice and patted Grace on the back.
The warm touch of the younger sister made Grace’s heart feel at ease to a large extent.

Why do you feel these feelings? Even if you sharpen and sharpen multiple blades, it won’t be enough.
It seems that the change was caused by the barren surroundings created by Irene and other Tyrat subordinates.

Feeling as if her unfamiliar sister had returned to her familiar self, Grace unconsciously leaned her face on Irene’s shoulder.

It was very good to have blood relatives to rely on in extreme situations.
Of course, that younger brother is a traitor who turned to monsters… But what about it?
Leaving all that aside, her heart, which is about to be torn now, is sutured even a little bit and becomes even more stable.

“It’s uncomfortable… It’s really uncomfortable…”

Grace subconsciously grumbles at her amiable brother.
Irene let out a deep sigh as if she couldn’t do it.

“Then… I’ll let you go a little, so you can’t do it like before.”

“… Okay…”

“You know it shouldn’t be like this, right?”

She secretly takes care of Grace herself while rebelling against her master, whom she has come to serve?
Deep down, she was Irene, who came to stand on the side of the monsters, but she seemed unable to see her sister’s anxiety and fear.

“I know… Thank you…”

Irene let out a helpless laugh at her sincere gratitude and untied her embrace.
She then made Grace hold out her hands, then pulled a small mechanism from her bosom and teased her hands.

Swoop.

Then, the black glove that was wrapped around Grace’s arm disappeared, only for his fingers.
At the same time, she felt the flow of air through her fingers.
Grace’s face brightened as she felt a tremendous sense of relief, even though only her fingers had returned to her senses.

Watching her index finger flex and open at will with a thrilled expression on her face, she began touching everything she could touch around her.

Her tablecloths, chairs, food, as well as the hands of her sister, whom she still loves.
No matter what she touches, her tactile sensations come through properly.
Until recently, it felt like a test subject with only the torso remaining, but now it seems to be alive, at least a little bit.

I had never known that the sense of touch was such a great blessing.
Her Grace, who had lifted her hand up in front of her own face and moved it around her thumb and little finger, looked at her as Irene caressed the finger opposite her own.

“When serving the master in the evening, you must put it back to its original state. Understand that.”

Volunteer… Does it mean to have a physical relationship like yesterday?
Are you willing to give yourself to him?
Like a sex toy? Even getting that strange injection?

“Lucy…Today…”

“No.”

I tried to talk to Irene because I wanted to avoid her relationship somehow, but her sister was very adamant.
As he bit her lip, Irene put on a stern expression.

“I don’t know anything else, but I can never look at that. Don’t say that again.”

“…”

“Answer me. Upright.”

I guess it’s something that can’t be avoided. To the extent that Irene hardened her complexion like that.

“Ah Okay…”

As she let down her long eyelashes and nodded obediently, Irene widened her face.
I’m afraid of the sudden darkening and brightening like someone suffering from bipolar disorder.

Grace thought about contacting Rachel while Irene was away for a while, but she decided not to.
There was no guarantee that the communication device was not touched by the monster forces that created the elaborate device like the glove he was wearing.

The odds of success are low, and hell awaits if you fail.
Let’s catch the perfect timing than now.
Grace thought so, and as Irene returned to make her oatmeal, her shoulders drooped, she vowed to conform to her reality only for a little while.

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‘Stuffy…’

No matter how much she regained the freedom of her fingers, the lower part of her thigh was still numb.
She couldn’t even move without help, so she had only Irene’s help to get anywhere.

Like a one-year-old child, Grace, who was supported by Irene, practiced her steps, and studied the doctrines of the Church of Salvation, or whatever, in her room.

Swoop.

She flinched as Irene put her gloves back on.

“Why…”

“It’s about time.”

As soon as her brother finished speaking, the door opened and a stout man appeared.
And Grace, as soon as she saw him, shuddered all over his body.
It was because Tyrat, an enemy who would not be enough to tear to pieces and kill him, entered with two female agents escorting him.

“Are you here?”

Irene greets Tyrant like a prostitute waiting for her customers.
He asked, raising one corner of her mouth at her polite demeanor.

“How is it?”

“At any time.”

I guess I want to start right now.
A scumbag full of lustful desires.
I will kill her with her own hands sometime.

Grace, who had calmed her fighting spirit, widened her eyes as Tyrart approached her.
Tired of the feeble resistance, said Tyrat.

“Still ferocious. You are stronger mentally than your brother.”

Then she put her arms around Irene’s shoulders and squeezed her breasts tightly as if she were showing off.

“Sigh…!”

Her sister is being raped in front of her eyes, but in this state, she can’t even transform, but she can’t do anything.
There is no other way but to swallow and swallow the shame.
Feeling helpless again, Grace turned her head to the side.

Wearing gloves and boots that aren’t even funny, and naked.
Even in the midst of that, her brother’s moaning was heard strangely, and she flinched and sat down.
A sense of self-doubt comes over me, who has completely changed in just one day.

“Get ready.”

Tyrart’s cold tone, not caring about Grace’s feelings.
Irene politely replied that she would understand, and approached Grace from her desk holding a syringe containing a black liquid.

‘Pup…’

If that thing comes in, your sexual desire will surge as if you’ve taken a weak medicine.
I hate it so much, but bear with it. He is now in a position where he has to show himself well to Tyrat.
A single word from him can make the intensity of the uniform stronger or lowered.

I absolutely hate having my eyes, ears, or nose or mouth blocked here.
Then you really, really, really want to die.
No, I might go crazy before then.

Let’s hold on will endure
After finishing her resolution, Grace closed her eyes tightly as a tingling sensation arose on her shoulder and a viscous liquid entered her.