Baphomet Complex

By Strange
Translated from the Japanese by OtherSideofSky
(othersideofskytranslations.blogspot.com)
 Baphomet Complex
Based on the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, by Kenkō Cross
Text by Strange
Illustrations by Kenkō Cross
Published by Strange (Striga) (catalog: http://dabun.huuryuu.com/)
Printed by Matsumoto Comic Service
First edition August 14, 2011

This translation is based on the fourth print edition (November 20, 2011)
 The town was gently wrapped in early afternoon sunshine. The sun shone
dazzlingly in the perfectly clear, blue sky, illuminating the people who came
and went on the stone-paved streets.
The main street was lined with shops whose signboards advertised
foodstuffs, daily necessities, books, and a variety of other goods. Before
their doors clerks cried their wares, holding up the goods on display and
extolling their virtues to anyone who stopped to listen. Beside them horse
drawn carts loaded with goods were busily racing past.
The usual sights of a peaceful town.
As I stared through the window at the scene, I, Lilia Flimlight, let out a
little yawn.
Sitting in my chair, leaning on the counter and resting my chin in my
hands, I wiped away the tears that had risen in the corners of my eyes. A
few more tears oozed out when I blinked.
"Ah, I'm so sleepy. The weather's nice and warm, too, so I guess it's no
wonder I ended up wanting to take an afternoon nap," I mumbled.
Even indoors the gentle weather enveloped me, coaxing me towards
drowsiness. If I let my mind wander, it would soon creep up on me and
tempt me off to sleep. I shook my head lightly in an effort to dispel my
drowsiness, but unfortunately that had no great effect.
Be that as it may, I couldn't allow myself to fall asleep here. For the time
being, I was in charge of minding the shop. Business might be in a slump, but
I couldn't abandon my duty.
In an effort to drive off the persistent drowsiness somehow, I extended
my arms, still seated, arched my back and stretched. As I did so, the hem of
my short smock lifted and my belly button peeked out briefly.
"Oops." I cast a furtive glance around me, wondering if that might not be
a bit improper for a girl. I don't know if "lucky" is the right word for it, but
there was no one to find fault with me. There wasn't a soul in the dim little
shop aside from me. It was filled with a quiet atmosphere, in contrast to the
bustle outside.
"Although I guess it is nice that I get to take it easy," I said to no one at all
in an effort to cover my embarrassment. My painstakingly maintained
vigilance wavered, and I let out another huge yawn. Then I turned in a circle,
surveying the inside of the shop.
"Flimlight's Odds and Ends," a small shop on the town's main road. That
was the name of the shop big brother and I ran, and which was also our
home.
True to the name, we stocked a great variety of goods. To start with,
there were antidotes and medicines for treating wounds. Then came knives,
lamps, and a miscellany of flints and compasses, as well as amulets and rings
infused with mana. Besides all that, there was a mountain of goods I
couldn't readily identify piled in one corner of the shop. It didn't look like
anything but junk to me, but the things in it sometimes turned out to be
shockingly valuable, so I couldn't to treat it lightly.
To be honest, I had no clear idea what more than half the items arranged
around the shop were used for. Medicines and daily necessities were one
thing, but I'd given up hope when it came to the specialty goods needed by
adventurers. In most cases our customers knew what they needed on their
own, so just minding the store was no trouble. That was a relief.
Besides, even with the best will in the world you couldn't say that the
customers who came into this shop were many. Big brother and I ran it just
the two of us, so that was probably preferable to being so busy we couldn't
keep track of everything, but even so I couldn't deny that it sometimes made
me sad and uneasy. If anyone asked me what I wanted, I'd have wished for it
to be a bit more prosperous.
"Hmm... I wonder if I can think up any good ideas."
Chin still cupped in my hands, I stared up into empty space and
pondered. I considered several possibilities, but ultimately there wasn't
much that could be done with a little family-owned shop. I was probably
better off letting things remain peaceful and uneventful than I would be
attempting some hare-brained scheme and failing.
I remained in my chair as I thought, and there was not the least sign of a
customer coming to justify my presence there.
"Like I thought, there's nothing for me to do," I mumbled, throwing
myself down on the counter.
I tried staring aimlessly at the goods in the shop, but there wasn't much
there to draw my interest. If there had been clothes or accessories I could
have enjoyed myself thoroughly, but no matter how long I stared at the
goods sold here there was nothing of interest to an ordinary girl.
After a fleeting glance at the wares, I returned my gaze to the window.
Beyond it was a peaceful-looking townscape, unchanged since I had last
looked. A cat lay on the ground in front of the shop across the way, basking
in the sun. The sight of its contentedly closed eyes made me just a little bit
jealous, and I shifted my gaze.
Then, I caught sight of a boy and girl walking hand in hand right in front of
the shop. From the impression of closeness the two gave, I guessed they
were lovers.
The girl didn't look that much older than me. She'd clearly put a lot of
effort into dressing up, and a lovely bag was hanging from her shoulder.
They were probably on their way to play somewhere. The girl's smiling face
was turned to the boy walking beside her, and she seemed to be talking to
him of this and that. The boy responded to her words and flashed an
occasional smile. I couldn't hear the content of their conversation, but from
their expressions I could tell they were having fun.
"A date, maybe?"
I followed the couple with my eyes for no particular reason, watching
them until they turned a corner and vanished from sight. When they
completely vanished from my field of view, I let out a murmur that was half
a sigh:
"Must be nice."
Romance draws a girl's interest like nothing else. Especially if they have
someone they fancy, or someone they love. Recalling the image of the
couple—the girl's happy expression—I sighed once more.
"I wish I were going off to play too, not minding the boring old shop."
Not alone of course. With someone I liked. And I'd decided who that was
a long, long time ago. We hadn't actually gone on a date yet, however.
 "I wonder if big brother will come home soon."
Still cupping my chin in my hands, I stared at the entrance. My gaze
rested on the large, wooden door. But, of course, it showed no sign of
opening. Big brother, the rightful proprietor of this shop, and my only family,
was out today procuring stock.
Most of the goods our shop dealt in were procured from friendly
merchants. But very occasionally a bargain market where peddlers hawked
goods from far off places was held in a nearby town. At such times it was
normal for big brother to go out himself in order to obtain goods that
couldn't be got through the usual suppliers.
Besides that, big brother also single-handedly took responsibility for
business meetings, negotiations, and most other important jobs—jobs I
couldn't do. I say that "Flimlight's Odds and Ends" was our shop, but the
reality was that big brother managed most of it.
That was why big brother had gone out early this morning. It looked like
he might be back late, so he he'd told me when he left that when it got dark
I could close the shop without waiting for him to come home.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The short hand was still
pointing between the two and three. Heaving a sigh, I muttered, "I guess
there's still a while until closing time."
Even if no customers came in, I could still have killed time talking if big
brother were here, but alone I couldn't even do that. That being the case, I
should probably have done some little job around the shop, but I'd mostly
taken care of arranging the goods on the shelves and cleaning the shop over
the course of the morning, and there was no need to do it again in the
afternoon.
Of course, I wasn't completely out of work, and there were still a few
things left to do if I wanted. But faced with the lazy afternoon weather, I
couldn't muster the energy. Still, slow business day or not, I was in charge of
the shop for the time being, so I couldn't leave the place.
"He might as well have taken me with him. I wish he had," I complained,
pursing my lips. I had no interest in bargain hunting, but it would be far
preferable to staying here alone.
 The idea of just flipping the wooden tag hanging on the storefront to
"closed" popped into a corner of my mind. Napping until evening seemed
like an extremely attractive idea.
"But I guess I can't do that, however much I'd like to." I gave my head a
little shake and chased those thoughts away. Still, I had a feeling that idea
would be just a bit difficult to keep out.
"I already said I can't do that." Still regretting the loss of my afternoon
nap, I gave my head another shake and continued to diligently mind the
store.
And still, not a single customer appeared. The tedious hours flowed on.

I genuinely had more free time than I knew what to do with. I stood up,
thinking that moving my body a little would help keep me awake. I thought
I'd do some cleaning around the shop, even if there wasn't much point to it.
I crouched down under the counter and grabbed a worn-out feather duster
from its metal hook.
 Then I heard the door open. The clear tone of the bell hanging from the
wooden lintel signaled that someone had entered the shop.
"Ah... Welcome to our shop," I called out instinctively as I stood up. I was
just a little flustered by the unexpected appearance of a customer, but I was
steeped in the ways of a shop clerk. My dulled senses switched over to
customer service mode as I turned my gaze to the entrance. But even before
I got a look at the person who stepped into the shop, their words reached
my ears:
"Much appreciated, Lilia."
The voice carried a gentle quality, even in a short utterance. It's familiar
sound was enough to tell me the identity of the speaker. As I did so, I felt my
face break into a smile of its own accord.
"B, big brother." My voice practically oozed with delight. The slightly
drooping blue eyes turned in my direction were filled with a gentle light, and
the mouth below them widened in a quiet smile.
His features were said, making allowances for the difference in sex, to
closely resemble mine, and revealed the same gentle disposition, but there
was also a manly dignity running through them. His hair, tawny with a slight
reddish tint, was neatly arranged and gathered behind his head into a bunch
like a tail.
There was something androgynous about the impression created by his
overall silhouette, which was somewhat slender for a man, coupled with his
gentle features. He was dressed simply in jacket, shirt and trousers. His neat
clothes, without a tear or a stain anywhere on them, seemed an expression
of his earnestness.
Shutting the door behind him, big brother walked over to the counter
where I was sitting. He was much taller than me. Big brother always had to
look down at me when we stood face to face.
To be honest, I didn't like standing face to face with tall people all that
much. People looking down at me gives me a complex about being so tiny.
But in big brother's case, I didn't mind it at all. On the contrary, when big
brother looked at me it gave me a ticklish, warm, happy feeling.
"Thank you for taking care of the shop. It must have been hard all on your
own."
As he voiced his gratitude, big brother narrowed his eyes and looked hard
at me. Faced with his slightly apologetic expression, I hurriedly shook my
head in denial.
"No, not at all. It's been just as you see," I added with a smile, indicating
the empty shop, and big brother flashed a little wry smile back.
"I suppose so. Actually, that's not something to laugh about, is it?"
"Ah ha ha. I guess you're right. Oh, will you take a seat?" I offered him a
chair in front of the counter, and he took it. While I poured tea for big
brother, who sighed, I asked:
"You're early. What happened?"
He'd told me he'd be back late, so I'd been sure his business would take
him until nighttime. But he'd returned while the sun was still high, so I
naturally had questions.
Maybe he had concluded his business early. Maybe that was why he'd
come home so early. But if that were the case, he ought to look happy. My
hope must have shown on my face. Big brother turned towards me with a
look of discomfort.
"Ah, no. Sorry, the business isn't entirely finished. The actual
procurement is done, but I still have to go meet with the client firm. I just
ended up with some time on my hands, so I came by to look in on you for a
moment."
"I see," I replied, although I still felt inwardly disappointed. If my wilted
hope showed in my voice, I think it's understandable. To be honest about my
feelings, I wanted big brother to stay in the shop with me like this always,
but there was no way I could interrupt important business with my own
selfishness.
That being the case, the most I could do was to keep my eyes on big
brother's face and put up with it. I quietly shifted my gaze to that face with
its calm expression. In an effort to distract myself from my feelings of
loneliness, I tried to burn big brother's face into my memory anew. I'm not
sure if he noticed that or not, but he took one look at me and chuckled.
 "What's the matter?" I asked, my head tilted slightly to one side in
concentration.
"Oh, nothing," he answered, smiling. "I was just thinking that you're
always staring at me, Lilia."
"I, is that so? Sure it's not just your imagination?" I hurriedly denied his
words, aware that my face had grown hot again. It must have been dyed
crimson. In spite of that, I tried to preserve as much of my usual expression
as possible so as not to be found out.
I pointed to his empty teacup, hoping to change the subject even if I had
to force it.
"Oh, look at that. Would you like more tea?"
"Hm? Sure." Big brother looked where I was pointing and nodded.
"Got it. It'll only take a moment," I said, picking up the teapot and
pouring black tea into his now empty cup. The rising steam was
accompanied by a faint aroma that tickled my nose. It was the aroma of our
favorite brand. We always kept plenty in stock so that we could drink it any
time.
"Here you are."
"Thank you." Big brother smiled as he accepted the cup I offered him.
"You're welcome." I returned his smile and poured tea into my own cup
as well. I picked up the steaming teacup and brought it to my lips. The liquid
was just a wee bit too hot on its way down my throat.
"Ah!"
"Heh heh... Don't rush; sip it slowly, okay? There's plenty more where
that came from."
"Yeah. Thanks," I smiled at big brother, and he grinned again in return.
We made idle chit-chat for a little while longer.

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 "Well, it's about time for me to get going," big brother said, taking
advantage of a pause in our talk. The sound of his setting down his empty
teacup on the counter resounded in the quiet shop.
"Already?"
"I've already stayed longer than I meant to. They're sure to be angry, and
they'll have a right to be if I'm any later than this."
I followed big brother's gaze to the clock on the wall, and sure enough
quite a lot of time had passed. I wondered bitterly why fun times go by so
fast.
"I guess you're right. It'd be awful if you were late." I understood that, but
a note of loneliness still crept unconsciously into my voice. Hearing it, big
brother looked a little distressed, and opened his mouth:
"Come on, don't be like that. I'll come home as soon as I possibly can."
Rising to his feet, big brother came up beside me, laid a hand on my
head, and stroked it gently, as if to give comfort. I narrowed my eyes at the
feeling of his warm hand combing through my hair and nodded.
"Okay; I understand. I'll save dinner for you, okay?"
"I'll look forward to it. Well then, see you later."
"Yeah. Later."
At my words, big brother's hand withdrew. Feelings of loneliness filled my
breast. I couldn't bear it. I called after him in spite of myself.
"Big brother."
"Hm?"
When he looked back, I clutched the hem of my apron and forced myself
to smile.
"Ah, I mean... Take care."
"Thanks. Well, I'm off."
Flashing a smile at my words, big brother left the shop. I watched his
retreating figure, unable to completely deceive myself about the feelings
growing in my breast.
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I lingered by the window for a while after big brother left, following his
progress with my eyes, but he soon vanished from sight among the hustle
and bustle of the town. Nevertheless, I stared longingly out the window for a
little while longer. With a sigh, I slowly lowered the arm that had been
pressed against the window glass.
Really I would have liked to go with big brother, but I couldn't abandon
the shop on a whim. Smothering my feelings of loneliness at our parting, I
sunk weakly into a chair. I was on my own again, staring vacantly about the
shop. The very air seemed to grow stagnant and heavy.
When I looked at the wall clock, I saw that, while the hands had
advanced, there was still plenty of time left until I could close up shop. I
didn't know whether or not there would be any customers, but for the time
being I had no choice but to mind the shop until evening, the usual closing
time. Realizing that I would have to pass more tedious hours alone, I let out
another sigh. I didn't feel all that motivated, but I couldn't stay staring into
space like this forever.
Stepping away from the window, I approached the counter. The empty
teapot and two cups lay where we had left them. I cleared them away, and
then stared at the chair in which big brother had been sitting until moments
before.
"Big brother," I murmured, and stretched out a hand to gently brush the
chair. It seemed to me that the faint body heat that lingered on its smooth
surface transferred itself to my fingertips.
Softly wiping my hands, I moved away from the counter. Still in that state
I crossed the shop and stood before the mirror that hung in one corner.
The mirror, which big brother had received from an acquaintance a long
time ago, was fairly large, and when I stood a little way back from it, it could
show almost my whole body. A large mirror in an item shop could serve no
real purpose, unlike in, say, a clothing shop, but I could use it to check that
there was nothing wrong with my outfit before work, so I found it useful.
 I stood squarely in front of the mirror, and my figure was reflected in its
cloudless surface. A petite girl stood in the mirror. Her familiar, childlike face
and small body were my own. Her long hair was gathered into pigtails, one
bunch on each side.
I don't mean to boast, but I was fairly pleased with my looks. I had big,
blue eyes and a small mouth. I worried that my nose was a bit flat, but taken
as a whole I thought it achieved a certain balance. My long hair I groomed
carefully every day without fail, and thanks to that it flowed silkily through
my fingers when I ran a hand through it. On the whole, while I might not be
able to call myself a beauty due to the strong childlike impression I gave off,
I thought that I could say I was plenty cute—although I might be biased in
my own favor.
"But," a dissatisfied grumble escaped my lips. The face in the mirror
reflected my thoughts, knitting its brows in a downcast frown. I understood
the cause of that dissatisfaction only too well.
My body was extremely slow to mature compared to other girls my age.
No, it would be more accurate to say that past a certain age it hadn't
matured at all. I was poor in curves and small in stature. My body looked as
if it could be lifted and carried easily by most adults and not at all like that of
a girl who would be turning seventeen this year. Subtract seven from that
age and I could still probably pass.
"Why do I have to look like this?" I groaned, glaring at the childlike girl in
the mirror. I'd tried all sorts of things, drinking milk every day and doing
exercises to improve my figure, but unfortunately I had nothing to show for
it.
"It's not like I don't get enough to eat."
We weren't exactly rich, but we weren't badly enough off to be called
poor, either. At the very least we ate normally, so I'm sure I was getting
enough nutrition. I mean, it was enough to make big brother taller than
average. I couldn't understand why only I didn't grow.
I hung my head, shifting my gaze downward, and my meager breasts
came into view. My chest was too flat for my age. The chests of other girls
my age had swelled enough to be obvious even through clothing, but mine
was practically perpendicular. I might as well call it a sheer cliff. I tried to
gently cup my breasts in my hands. There was nothing for me to grab onto.
As a girl, it was extremely saddening. I felt myself on the verge of tears, but I
managed to hold them back.
I ran my hands over my breasts, slid them softly over my skin, and was
eventually able to feel enough of a bump to assuage my fears. I looked in
the mirror every day, and in the past several years my appearance hardly
seemed to have changed at all. Actually, I thought I might have begun to
swell recently. I thought so, but my hands felt nothing, the same as always.
When I removed my hands from my breasts, unable to completely deceive
even myself, I let out yet another sigh.
I took a step back from the mirror and tried taking another look at my full
body. I was currently wearing a Jersey blouse, a gently flared skirt, and a
white apron with a frill. I couldn't call it a uniform, as I chose my work
clothes to suit my needs each day, but I generally wore something like this
when I was minding the shop.
I liked this outfit for its cute design, but I also had a feeling that it
encouraged the childlike impression I gave off. Having said that, it was clear
as day that a deliberately adult outfit wouldn't suit my child's figure.
"I'm not much of a match for big brother like this, am I...?" I wondered
aloud, saddening myself.
"I'm sure big brother would prefer a beauty to an underdeveloped girl
like me, too," I murmured, hanging my head. I pictured someone who wasn't
me walking shoulder to shoulder with big brother, and ended up bringing
myself back to the verge of tears. We were brother and sister, so we could
probably never be lovers. But still, when I thought about my beloved big
brother being taken away by somebody else, my chest hurt so much it
seemed about to burst.
"Not that." I couldn't hold back my tears. I wiped them with the back of
my hand, but they flooded out one after another and wouldn't stop. My
small sobs resounded in the deserted shop.
Just then, a voice called out unexpectedly from behind me.
"Excuse me, is this a bad time?"
 Hurriedly shifting my attention, I found that a person who looked like a
customer had stepped into the doorway without my having noticed them. I
couldn't tell their expression thanks to the robe pulled down low over their
eyes, but from the voice I guessed it was a young woman. I'd never seen her
before, so maybe she was from out of town.
At any rate, her appearance was so sudden I thought my heart might
stop. Still feeling the violent palpitations in my breast, I called out a greeting
to the strange visitor.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Welcome to our shop."
Still, it was stupid of me not to notice the sound of the door opening,
even if I do say so myself. She might even have seen me crying. Fighting
down my embarrassment, I tried to speak as I usually did.
"Is there anything you need?"
Going by her robe, she was probably a traveler. But a woman travelling
alone was rare. Or maybe she had companions? A woman coming to an item
shop wasn't so unusual, but she seemed cloaked in a strange atmosphere.
As I stared at her, thinking such thoughts, the robed woman walked
briskly in my direction. Maybe she was looking for something. But there was
no indecision in her gait. Maybe my staring had offended her. She stopped
in front of me and looked down at my face. But due to the shadow of her
hood, I still couldn't make out her expression very well.
"Umm... Anything?" I shortened my words, strangely uneasy, although I
couldn't say why. I had a feeling that the robed woman smiled faintly at my
question. And then she said something that caught me by surprise.
"There's something troubling you, isn't there? I could give you a hand, if
you like."
"Huh? Umm..." The words were too strange coming from a customer I
was meeting for the first time. My bewilderment showed on my face. But
the robed woman seemed to pay me no mind and let slip a little grin. She
continued to speak without concern.
"Hee hee. You want to ask how I knew? Anyone would think so once they
got a look at your face. Let me see now... Is it something to do with love,
perhaps?"
"Huh?" My heart gave a jolt. The corners of the robed woman's mouth
rose in a smile, as if she had heard the noise.
"I thought so."
The robed woman squatted down in front of me so that our gazes met. I
instinctively turned my face away, unsure of the situation, and noticed
something unexpected peek out from the hem of her robe. I drew in my
breath instinctively, so shocked that I thought it might stop.
It was a long, thin tail. It was white, ended in the shape of a barb, and
moved back and forth with a swaying motion. It looked too natural to be
man-made.
There was no such thing as a human with a tail. If she had one, she must
be something other than human. And, although the color was different, I
knew what grotesque creature possessed a tail of this characteristic shape.
"M, monster."
My voice, grown hoarse, slipped out before I could stop it. At those words
the woman raised her eyebrows and glanced down at the tail peeking out
from under the hem of her robe.
"Hm? Oh dear, that won't do." Despite her words, the woman showed no
sign of dismay. She spoke cheerfully, with a mischievous grin.
"Looks like I've been found out, huh? Well, I guess there's no need to hide
it anymore, then," she said, removing her hood and exposing the expression
it had concealed. I was shaking with fear, my teeth chattering.
My eyes were irresistibly drawn to her. What they saw was, in a certain
sense, the figure of a young woman, just as her voice had lead me to
imagine. Her long, beautiful hair was like silver thread. Her skin was spotless
and white as snow. Her almond-shaped eyes were like red jewels rimmed
with long lashes, and there was something in their beauty that engendered a
bewitching charm. Beneath her straight and gently sloping nose, a smile
hovered about her small mouth. Her features could only be described as
beautiful. They made me think of a work of art whose elements were in
perfect harmony.
 Her charms were enough to fascinate even a fellow woman like me. The
word "pretty" wasn't sufficient to describe her figure. But the too-regular
beauty of her features only made me more forcefully aware that she wasn't
human—a conviction that was further strengthened by the grotesque
features with which her body was endowed.
The ears that peeked out from her silver hair were like a human's in color,
but unlike a human's they tapered to points. A single pink earring hung from
one of them, swaying slightly. Similarly, two horns, which certainly didn't
exist in any human, emerged from her head. Appearing rough, bony and
hard, they resembled those of an animal, but I understood instinctively that
they were entirely different. They were the badge of a monster.
I couldn't suppress a hoarse shriek. To encounter a monster in the middle
of town in broad daylight—and in my own home, at that—seemed like
nothing so much as a bad dream. The woman looked at me, frozen in place
with fear, and grinned.
"You don't have to be so scared. You'll make me feel bad, getting as
frightened as all that."
Despite her words, the monster woman showed no sign of hurt feelings.
She stepped forward with a smooth motion. At the same time, the robe she
was wearing dissolved into empty space and vanished completely, and a pair
of wings unfurled from her back. The shape of the wings, whose thin
membranes gave an impression of toughness, reminded me of a bat's, and
their color was the same as her tail—pure white like new fallen snow. The
white wings fluttered, strumming the air. Equipped with a waving tail, horns
on the head, and wings, she was surely the very image of a demon in a story.
"Yes, this is much better than that plain old robe," the woman nodded in
satisfaction. Her revealed silhouette, with its large breasts, narrow waist,
and long, thin legs was brimming with a feminine charm that would have
made it the ideal of any woman in the world.
Wrapping that body was a beautiful, black dress. The glossy, jet-black
garment, embroidered with silver thread and studded here and there with
precious stones, was so magnificent that it seemed somehow unreal. It
seemed impossible that any craftsman, however skillful, could have
produced it. That was probably because it had been made by a monster's
hands. Such a dress was certainly out of my reach, and I even doubted
whether any human could obtain one.
Twin mounds so voluptuous that the dress could barely contain them
made their presence known through its daringly open bust, and a long,
slender leg peeked out through a large slit cut in it with each step she took.
Although the dress, with its large degree of exposure, possessed a
bewitching attraction, there was certainly nothing vulgar about it. On the
contrary, it gave an impression of being high-class, like a noble's evening
dress, that made me hesitate to touch it.
I was so captivated by the beauty of the woman and her clothing that for
a moment I forgot even my own predicament. Noticing my condition, she
giggled again.
"Oh, do you find me that attractive? Hee hee. That makes me feel
better."
I couldn't stop my cheeks growing hot when she pointed it out. Then the
situation I'd been placed in came back to me in a flash, and I hurriedly took a
step back.
"Oh my. What's the matter?" She took a step forward, as if in pursuit. Her
black heels struck the floor, making a dry, hollow sound. I retreated further,
and she matched me step for step.
"Well, I suppose it's understandable. I doubt you've had much
opportunity to see monsters in a town like this. Especially not to meet a
high-ranking lilim like me—am I right?" The woman, who had identified
herself as a lilim, murmured, a gentle smile playing about her lips. Just as
she said, although I knew that monsters existed, this was the first time I had
actually seen one with my own eyes.
Confronted with a reality I'd never even imagined, my legs trembled. If I
let my mind wander even a little, I might not be able to remain standing.
"Save me. Please, save me."
The words leaked out instinctively, without thought.
The lilim frowned slightly. "I'm not going to snatch you up and eat you if
you relax, you know? I only came here in the first place because I happened
to stop by this town for a bit of fun, and I sensed a presence that seemed
interesting," she said, peering at me with her sinister red eyes. The light of a
desire like that of a beast that had captured its prey flickered along with
curiosity in their ruby-like centers. I tried to look away, but, almost as if I
were in a trance, I couldn't avert my eyes from her features.
"Hmm. I see. I thought it would be something like that," the lilim finally
murmured after peering into my eyes for a short while. Her expression
seemed to blend faint surprise with comprehension. "I didn't expect to find
much to interest me, but... if it's like that, then I suppose it's to be
expected."
I was bewildered by her mutterings, which I didn't understand at all.
When the lilim noticed that, her smile deepened meaningfully, and she
whispered in my ear.
"Hee hee. You ought to be pleased, you know? You've got the makings of
greatness in you. As a monster, I mean."
"What?"
I still couldn't comprehend the meaning of her words. Staring happily at
my blank expression, the lilim continued:
"It was a very intriguing presence I felt, so from the start I intended to
change whoever it was into a monster when I met her. But I never thought
you'd have quite so much potential, so I was still a little surprised," the
demon whispered in my ear. Her face, enchantingly beautiful even from the
perspective of a fellow woman, maintained a sadistic grin throughout.
"Hee hee. So, that being the case, don't you think it would be a waste not
to change you into a suitable monster?"
At that point, I finally realized what was about to be done to me. Still with
a smile that I could only describe as wicked, she added to her explanation:
"After all, it will be much more fun that way."
The lilim's words had the cheerful quality of a child about to embark on
some mischief, but to me they brought only despair.
Fear, despair—the emotions I couldn't entirely suppress rose to my eyes
as tears. The moment I shut my eyes, the tears escaped and ran down my
cheeks. The small droplets fell soundlessly to the floor and shattered.
"No. Stop." A thin, hoarse cry escaped from deep inside my throat. What
floated into my mind as I stood there, my eyes shut with despair, was big
brother's image. Even while a part of me understood that there would be no
salvation, I held on to a faint hope and looked to the person I loved most for
rescue. But at the same time, my reason gave me the cruel answer that it
was impossible. Even so, I couldn't resist calling out to him.
"Save me, big brother."
But my cry provoked an unexpected response. Hearing my words, the
sharp-eared lilim gave a little gasp, as if of comprehension.
"So that's it."
As she spoke, I got a feeling that the presence in front of me had
suddenly grown kinder.
—She'd seen through me.
I opened my eyes in spite of myself, just as the warmly smiling lilim
brought a gentle hand to my cheek. Her hand, wrapped in a long, black
glove, caressed my cheek as if she were afraid it would break. There was an
un-monster-like kindness in her touch, almost like a mother pacifying her
child.
"It's alright. If you become a monster, even that wish can be granted."
My fear faded slightly at her words. When I instinctively turned my face
toward her, the lilim gave a little nod. I was still confused, but her words of a
moment before were repeating themselves inside my mind. The monster
before my eyes had definitely just said that my wish would be granted.
The wish I'd harbored as long as I could remember. I tucked it away in the
bottom of my heart so that no one would know about it—but I always kept
thinking about it in a corner of my mind. And it was a wish that I was sure
could never bear fruit. She'd said that wish would come true.
By all rights, I should never have trusted the words of someone I'd only
just met, and a monster at that. Being told such a thing so suddenly should,
on the contrary, have caused me only confusion. And yet, for some reason, I
believed what she said. Her words seeped quietly into my heart like water
and kindled a little hope inside it.
"Really?" The faint hope pushed aside confusion and fear. The mysterious
power in the lilim's words was that strong. Strong enough to make me forget
the shock of being seen through by someone I'd just met, the
embarrassment of having my secret feelings known, and the fear I'd felt for
monsters before today, if only for a moment.
"Yes."
The lilim's hand traced the contour of my cheek as she nodded. I felt the
texture of the smooth cloth and the tickling movements of her fingers. I
couldn't help narrowing my eyes in response to that pleasant sensation. I
wanted to surrender myself to her.
Perhaps those thoughts showed in my expression. The lilim, peering at
my face, flashed a satisfied smile. Her soft whisper seemed to slip through
the cracks of my heart.
"Well, shall we begin? This is to make your beloved big brother yours, you
know?"
As she spoke, the shadow at her feet increased unnaturally in thickness. It
had grown strangely dark, considering that we were indoors, and increased
its area, stretching out towards me.
"Wh, what...?"
The shadow was growing even darker and denser, heedless of my
confusion. Ripples rose on its surface, which was now darker than a pitch
black night, and it stirred, almost liquid-like.
I let out a long sigh, quivering with fear. As if that had been a signal,
strange shapes leapt out of the shadow in front of me.
Things like long, thin cords, five in all. They were pitch black as shadow
given form and yet gleamed with a bewitching light. But they were unlike
ordinary ropes, wriggling sinuously as if they possessed wills of their own.
There was something about their shape and movements that made me think
of snakes or creeping plants, or else the tentacles of some creature.
"Tee hee hee."
At the same time the lilim's cheerful voice reached my ears, the tentacles
rose up, their heads bent in goosenecks, and turned simultaneously in my
direction. The tentacles slowly but steadily approached me, wriggling
ominously as if they were all a single organism.
"No. Stay away... Don't come any closer..."
An unspeakable terror welled up within me at the bizarre sight before my
eyes. I didn't know much about monsters and magic, but I understood
clearly and instinctively that the black tentacles in front of me were sinister.
"It's alright, these little ones are mine—a monster's mana given form. I'm
just going to have them help me turn you into a lovely monster. I already
told you earlier, but I'm really not going to snatch you up and eat you or
anything."
The lilim was saying something, but I hadn't the composure to grasp its
substance. Fear blotted out my mind and crushed my breast.
"Stop..."
I tried desperately to flee, but my body had stiffened as if it were no
longer my own. I couldn't move so much as a finger. All I could do was plead
feebly as I stared at the slowly approaching tentacles.
At last, one of the black tentacles seized me. It twined smoothly and
soundlessly around my foot, and then crept up my leg, gliding over my skin.
Another tentacle caught hold of my other leg at almost the same time and
had already slithered up as far as my thigh. I felt the tentacles on my skin, as
smooth as they looked and warm like living things. I couldn't help crying out
at the queer sensation, which was unlike anything I had felt before. Even as I
did so, another tentacle twined around my hands, and an especially thick
one that had sprouted from at my feet wrapped around my waist as if to
hug me tight.
The tentacles restraining me stroked my skin as if to trace some pattern
on it. It felt as if something was seeping into my body with each of their
movements. The strange sensation, accompanied by a heat, soaked into me
from the places the tentacles touched, and made my heart flutter. My
breathing grew ragged and I couldn't hold myself back from letting slip a
moan-like cry. Even as I did so, more tentacles were appearing one after
another from the darkness at my feet and twining themselves around my
body. It was such a frustrating sensation, both uncomfortable and just a
little bit pleasant. Every time the tentacles increased in number, the
sensation of heat being sent into me increased as well, and now it was
causing my thoughts to become dim and blurred.
A portion of the tentacles wrapping around me suddenly changed shape,
and before I knew what was happening my hands and feet were engulfed in
a mud-like substance the color of darkness. I writhed, unable even to resist,
at the mercy of the tentacles slithering across my skin.
Eventually, one of the tentacles wriggled into another shape and edged
closer to me. It was trying to slip inside my clothes.
"No, don't..."
Guessing the tentacle's intention, I struggled instinctively to escape out of
fear and embarrassment. But with my whole body already held fast by the
tentacles, I didn't have a chance. I could mount no resistance as the
merciless tentacle swooped down on me. It had smoothly and speedily
succeeded in invading through the hem of my skirt, and now stroked my
belly with a movement like a snake slithering. The sensation made me
ticklish and, bound as I was, I squirmed reflexively.
Heedless of my cries, the tentacle was crawling up towards my chest.
Before long it had passed it, and its tip emerged from my collar. I could see
the tentacle undulate right before my eyes. It swiftly twined round my neck
and crept up as far as my cheeks. The tentacles stroked my cheek as if
imitating the lilim's earlier movements. As before, heat flowed steadily into
my body when the tentacle touched me.
The heat was gradually intensifying, and my reason melting away. Already
I had almost ceased to be capable of feeling repugnance for the tentacles,
and their touch on my skin was becoming pleasurable. I was moaning as if
delirious with the heat. The lilim stared at me with satisfaction.
"Hee hee. What a lovely sight. I'd like to watch a little longer, but I
suppose we've got to move forward," she said, and stepped towards me.
She raised one palm, appearing to concentrate slightly. Then, from that
hand oozed a black, sticky substance, the same as that in which my body
was wrapped. It rose soundlessly from her palm, whirling round and round,
and formed a sphere a little smaller than a baby's head.
"Something like this, perhaps?"
Just like the tentacles that stretched from my feet, the black sphere
wriggled as if it had a will of its own. I could see strands of black fluid
stretching from it, almost like water dripping. It looked as if its surface was
some syrupy liquid, or else as if it was made of mud.
Looking at my bound figure, the lilim, the ball of darkness still floating
over her palm, set her hand on her chin in a pensive expression.
"Hmm. I suppose your clothes will be in the way if we leave them like
this, won't they?" She muttered, and snapped her fingers. As if in response
to that sound, several new tentacles were born from the darkness at my
feet. Glancing at the undulating tentacles, she spoke briefly.
"Strip her."
"Huh?"
I showed my confusion, momentarily unable to comprehend the meaning
of her words. But the black tentacles sensed the lilim's intent and moved
swiftly. Accompanied by a noise of rushing air, the bending tentacles
entered my field of vision. The moment I registered their presence, they tore
the clothes I was wearing to pieces without hesitation. My favorite clothes
became so many scraps dancing in the air. But mysteriously there was not
the least shock to my body, let alone any pain.
After a momentary cessation of thought, my reason began to function
once more. It was then that I finally realized I had been stripped naked. It
was probably too late, but I tried to scream anyway. But, perhaps due to the
enormity of the shock, I could make no sound emerge from my throat. I had
been stripped of everything, even my underclothes, in an instant. The air
was in direct contact with my skin, carrying with it a faint coldness. At that
chill the haze in my head cleared, and the feeling of pleasure was rapidly
receding. My reason reasserted itself and my shame and fear returned.
This time the scream came out. I screamed, but the lilim and the
tentacles did not appear to take any notice. On the contrary, the lilim, seeing
me bright red in shame, was looking even more cheerful than before.
 "Hee hee. What pretty skin you have. How lovely," the lilim said, looking
at my exposed nakedness. When I instinctively looked down in response, I
could see my bare body, with nothing to hide it from my flat chest to my
intimate parts. My face burned with the shame at the sight.
"No... Don't look..."
Even more than being stripped naked, it was the shock of my unripe body
being seen by another that made my tears fall. But with my arms and legs
still wrapped up in tentacles, I could neither escape nor hide my breasts and
privates with my hands. I had no choice but to bare my childish body to the
wickedly smiling demon before me. At the sight of me sobbing, my tears
falling in large drops, the lilim spoke in a slightly embarrassed voice.
"Oh dear. Perhaps I overdid it a little." When my head remained lowered,
she continued in a kinder tone than she had used before. "There's no reason
to be so down on yourself. In all honesty, I think you look perfectly
charming." The tone of her words told me that it was no lie; she really
thought so. But it was no comfort to me.
Seeing me like that, the lilim seemed to be struck by another idea. As she
eyed me, there was still something of her former maliciousness in the
kindness of her expression.
"I see. In that case, I'll make you a monster capable of making the very
most of that body's charms. It would normally be quite difficult to do, but
with my mana and your potential it should be possible," the lilim said,
circling me and softly passing an arm around me in an embrace. At the touch
of her hands, which were as smooth as they looked, on my skin, I looked up
in spite of myself. My eyes met her red ones, so close at hand.
"Hee hee..."
The lilim, still smiling suspiciously, slowly held out her other hand. The
black sphere was still floating over her palm, wriggling ominously.
"Now, accept it. It's a present I set aside just for you, the best one I can
give—a monster's mana." The lilim turned her palm towards me and slowly
pushed it against my breast. I felt a queer sense of discomfort, as if my skin
had come into contact with something half-liquid. As it touched my skin, the
sphere was sinking inside my breast and disappearing.
 I trembled at the realization that the black sphere—going by what the
lilim had said, it was a mass of mana—was being absorbed into my body.
And yet, against all my expectations, there was no sign of a conspicuous
change in me. Even when I looked at the spot where the mass of mana had
been absorbed, I could see only my own flat chest, the same as always.
"Nothing's happening..." My doubt and bewilderment found expression
in words. In response, the lilim flashed a broad grin.
"Well, I wonder about that." The lilim's words were laden with meaning.
The instant I tried to voice another question in response, a huge jolt abruptly
shook my body. I opened my eyes in shock, and the lilim whispered in my
ear.
"See? It's begun."
As if to attest the truth of her words, a bizarre sensation suddenly
assaulted me. My heartbeat quickened rapidly, and a storm seemed to
raging inside me. Violent shocks convulsed my body over and over again,
and my sweat scattered across the floor. Added to that shock, a heat so
intense that what I had felt when I had been toyed with my the tentacles
didn't even compare to it had been born deep in my breast, and was rapidly
growing. Even though it was so hot I thought my body might burst into flame
at any moment, what it gave me was not pain, but pleasure. The heat was
dying my mind white.
"Tee hee hee. Incredible, isn't it? But it's only just begun," the lilim
whispered, still embracing me as I was tossed about by the raging
sensations. Her hand crept gently up to my chest, then slid softly over my
skin. Just that was enough to give me a shock as if I'd been struck by
lightning.
"Hee hee. You're twitching so much. Here; have some more," the lilim
whispered in my ear, her voice cheerful. True to her word, she was sliding
her palms, laden with black mana, over my breasts, belly, and between my
legs. Her fingertips left black marks, like ink marks, on my skin wherever
they touched. They looked as if they were forming a complicated pattern,
but vanished in an instant, leaving pleasure in their place. Every time her
hands touched me, caressing my skin, the heat inside me increased, and
blazing pleasure was poured into me. The heat was clouding my thoughts,
violating me bit by bit.
"No...! St, stop...!"
The pleasure was so strong my body and mind seemed about to break
from it. It made me shake, sobbing and drooling. But, contrary to my words
of refusal, and without my being aware of it, something almost like a thirst
had been born in a corner of my heart.
"I wonder if this will be enough mana," the lilim whispered at last, after
toying with my body for a while, and as she did so left my side. The
tentacles, perhaps linked to the lilim's will, slowly released their hold, and
then vanished without as sound into the shadow at my feet.
Released from the tentacles' bonds, I cowered feebly on the floor. The
inferno inside me raged on without pause, making me tremble. I drew
ragged breaths, still tossed about by inhuman pleasure and clutching my
body, which was flushed as if I had come down with a fever. I couldn't
completely resist shedding tears from the heat and pleasure which, far from
calming down, continued to increase. I felt sure that the magma-hot drops
would scorch the floor. Then, that instant, I was shaken by another intense
pulsation.
"No! Something... strange is...!"
Fear cut through my thoughts, become hazy with pleasure, like a blade of
ice. At the same time, a sense of discomfort that resembled pain sprung up
in my head. It felt as if something strange was trying to be born from inside
me. I raised my hands to my head almost reflexively. My palms returned a
ghastly sensation, as if something was growing beneath my silky hair,
swelling up and breaking through my skin.
"No... What, what's going on...?" My confusion spilled out along with my
tears. My reason protested that it didn't even want to understand. My
reason protested that it didn't even want to understand. Even so, an
instinctive part of me was cruelly aware of why this was happening to me. I
felt myself becoming something other than human. As if in answer to that
realization, something grew out from beneath the hands clasping my head.
"No, no... Not this. I'm scared. I'm scared, big brother!" I bawled,
squeezing my eyes tight. As if to mock me, the foreign objects that had
grown from my head were increasing in length. As they did so the feeling of
discomfort was fading, and one of pleasure springing up in its place.
"No... I don't want this, but... Aah!" My reason felt revulsion at my
transformation, but I still couldn't repress a cry of pleasure. Even as it
escaped me, the things were growing longer and longer, and before long
revealed their finished shape.
"My, you've grown quite a pretty pair. Here, take a look for yourself."
When, trembling, I opened my eyes at the lilim's words, I could see
someone reflected dimly in the window glass. It took me a little time to
realize that it was myself. I was at a loss for words at the sight. I had become
something that could not be thought human—that could only be considered
grotesque.
Two curved horns poked out through my hair. Newly grown from my
head, they looked at first glance like those of a goat. But they were certainly
no goat's. A demon's horns. The words ran over and over through my mind.
When I timidly reached up my hands to them, a rough sensation met my
touch. It was enough to tell me that these horns were unmistakably part of
my body. For an instant, my vision seemed to go pitch black. But that wasn't
the full extent of the change.
"N, no way... More...!?"
The pleasure returned, and I slumped to the floor. My hands, hugging my
body, and my feet inside my shoes squirmed restlessly as the pleasure
intensified again.
"No. Save me, big brother. Big brother..."
My vision had become hazy with pleasure, but I could see light brown fur
covering my arms little by little. The fur, which was rich and soft, just like an
animal's, was covering my skin completely. Not only that, it seemed my
skeletal structure itself was changing. The same change seemed to be taking
place inside my shoes as well, and I felt as sense of discomfort as if my feet
were swelling.
"Big bro– Aah...!"
The pleasure was increasing as the changes in my body progressed, just
as it had when the horns had grown. In fact, perhaps because my hands and
feet were changing at the same time, or else because my body was no
longer a human's, it was even more intense than before. My breathing grew
ragged, sweat ran down my whole body, and tears spilled from my eyes. But
the animal fur was still growing thicker, and it now covered everything from
my fingertips to my elbows.
I let out a piercing cry, signaling that my forearms had completely
changed into those of a beast. Their ends split into three fingers, a hard,
sharp claw growing on the end of each. There were even pads like a cat's or
dog's on my palms.
At almost the same time, my swollen feet burst my socks and revealed
their grotesque new form. The feet peeking out of my wrecked shoes were
not the flesh color I was used to seeing; like my arms, they were covered in
light brown animal fur. The five toes into which they should have split had
vanished, and the tips become large, hard hooves.
On top of that, my ears itched. They were lengthening and becoming
covered in the same soft fur as my arms and legs. When I focused on my
ears, which assumed a bizarre new shape, they flapped.
I could do nothing but cry out in despair at the sight of myself steadily
growing farther from human. But the sensation of my hand on my cheek—
hard claws, soft fur, squishy pads—and of the animal legs and hooves I could
see poking through my ruined socks brought home to me the cruel reality of
the situation.
Finally, the pleasure intensified in a region a little below my hips, and I
could feel something beginning to grow. Something shot out from the spot
almost before I had a chance to realize what was happening. It was a thickly-
furred tail. I cried out at the sensation of it swishing back and forth, tickling
my still-sensitive skin.
When the tail finished growing, the pleasure raging inside me began to
lessen a little in intensity. Even so, the pleasant sensation that suffused my
whole body continued. It was as if something inside me was radiating heat. I
felt it especially in the changed parts—in my horns and ears, hands and feet,
and at the base of my tail.
 Tingling heat and intermittent waves of pleasure, like memories of what I
had just experienced, made me tremble. It may have been the influence of
the transformation, but my whole body felt heavy as if I had been running
all-out, and there was still a sense of discomfort, as if my body was still
somehow not my own. But, strangely, it didn't feel unpleasant. Maybe there
was something different about my mind as well as my body.
The lilim glanced briefly at my condition. Having made sure of my
transformation with her own eyes, she opened her mouth.
"That went splendidly. I knew my eyes weren't playing tricks on me." The
lilim stepped towards me with a vaguely satisfied expression. I wanted to
say something, but I couldn't put my pleasure-addled thoughts in order and
ended up just flapping my mouth wordlessly.
She embraced my limp form. The vestiges of the pleasure were still
making my body sensitive, so the mere touch of her hand was enough to
send an electric shock running through it. I shook with a start, and let out a
little cry.
"Oh dear, sorry about that. But, see? Look how cute you've become." Still
embracing me, the lilim turned me to face the large mirror hanging on the
wall. There seemed to be a note of cheerfulness in her voice. At her urging, I
turned my eyes to the mirror.
"Ah..."
Reflected in the mirror's glassy surface was a girl with a childish figure.
Her familiar features and petite frame were my own. The only definite
difference lay in the grotesque abnormality of her appearance. The girl in
the mirror had a pair of rough, bony horns growing from the top of her
head, and her hands and feet were those of a beast, covered in light-brown
fur—her appearance was unmistakably that of a monster. I was looking at a
little monster being embraced by a demon woman. It was an uncanny scene,
like a painting of a fall from grace.
"This is... me..."
Horns, ears, paws and hooves, tail. I stared at and touched each changed
part in turn. As I did so, the monster in the mirror made the same
movements, only with right and left reversed. The palpitations of my chest
were growing more rapid at the sight. It wasn't nerves; it was something
close to anticipation.
"I feel strange. This is me, isn't it...?"
I clenched and unclenched my hands and swished my tail, as if trying to
make sure of my now-monstrous body. Each time I did so, I felt myself
growing more accustomed to the sensation of it. I became engrossed in
moving my body, like a child who had gotten a new toy. As I did so, the
revulsion I had felt for this grotesque form was fading away without my
even being aware of it. It now seemed lovely to me, just as the lilim had said.
My tail swished violently back and forth, reflecting what was in my heart. I
couldn't help smiling a little at the tail, which was honestly expressing my
gladness.
The lilim, still embracing me from behind, whispered in my fur-covered
ear.
"Hee hee. How do you like it? How does it feel to have become a monster
—the demon-beast baphomet?"
"Demon-beast... baphomet..."
The moment I spoke that name aloud, I felt a tiny spec of humanity
remaining somewhere in my mind suddenly vanish. At the same time, the
sense of discomfort left my body, and a strangely pleasant feeling took its
place. It was an airy, comfortable sensation like I'd felt when, a long time
ago, I'd drunk alcohol by mistake.
"This must be what it means to become a monster," I thought
absentmindedly. Still in a dreamy state of mind, I hugged myself tight.
"I see... I... ended up becoming a monster..." An unaffectedly cheerful
voice slipped from my mouth, which formed into the shape of a smile. Tiny
fangs peeked out just a little from between my lips.
"Tee hee, ah ha ha..." I let out an innocent laugh, still looking like a child.
But there was definitely something different about it—a lascivious note that
hadn't been there before.
"Ah... Big brother..." I called for the person I loved most. That alone was
enough to make lascivious visions float through my head one after another,
increasing my arousal. The flames of lust burned red in the violet eyes
reflected in the mirror, which seemed deeper than before, and a long, hot
sigh escaped my half-open mouth. My tongue darted out like a fire lizard's
and ran over my lips with an audible smack. The me in the mirror shook too,
her face flushed.
"Big brother, big brother." I deliriously called for big brother, hugging
myself and squirming as I rubbed my inner thighs together. My breathing
was ragged, and the sound of panting tickled my ears. I murmured
heartrendingly, my carnal desires ignited by my now-monstrous body and
mind.
"Ooh... Ah, aahn... Big brother, I want you..."
Driven by the almost maddening thirst, I instinctively stretched a hand to
my secret place. It would have been an unthinkable act when I'd been
human, but as I was now I showed no hesitation. My extended fingers
touched my closed slit. As the soft fur-covered fingers made contact with my
sensitive parts, an electric shock went through my spine. It was so intense I
felt that my mind was being burned up. The pleasure sated just a little of my
hunger. But it wasn't nearly enough. I collapsed to the floor with a thump
and began to move my fingers furiously. At that, the pleasure swelled up
into a gigantic wave that tossed me about.
"Aahn! So good! This feels so good!" The pleasure brought tears to my
eyes as I continued to move the fingers I'd slipped into my secret place. My
ceaselessly-gushing love juices dirtied my hand and stained the floor, but I
took no notice in the face of the pleasure racing through me. While I
immersed myself in masturbation, the satisfied lilim called out to me.
"Hee hee. You certainly seemed to be entranced. I've set a ward to keep
people away, so pleasure yourself to your heart's content."
I didn't even spare the time to answer her and continued stirring up my
secret place. As I was now, being watched by the lilim didn't bother me in
the least. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room and, as if in answer, my
monster's body gave birth to an intense pleasure.
"Take your time now..." As she finished speaking, darkness enveloped the
lilim's figure. Just like that, she vanished as if dissolving into thin air. Left
alone in the room, I indulged in the endless pleasure welling up from my
body without regard for anything else.

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My consciousness slowly floated up from within the pitch-black mud.

I let out a groan, restlessly twisting my body. As feeling returned to my
cheek, I became aware of the sensation of soft cloth. What I'd thought was
the ground was white sheets. It seemed that I was lying on a bed. The room
was dark, and the lamp at my bedside burned with an orange flame, so I
must have slept for a very long time. I blinked two or three times, then
raised my eyelids, still heavy with drowsiness. The lamplight revealed
familiar scenery to my blurred vision.
The brown wood-grain ceiling; the pale-pink curtains; the desk on which
the lamp rested; the cushioned chair. On the opposite wall, I could see a
bookcase on whose shelves my favorite books were neatly arranged. When,
still lying on my side, I turned my head, several strands of hair fell across my
face, tickling my skin. Right beside my face, near my pillow, a stuffed animal
sat, looking small and quiet. It was my favorite stuffed bear, faded and with
telltale stitches here and there where frays had been mended.
"Huh?" A bewildered exclamation slipped from my mouth. There could
be no mistake: this was my own room. Still, I felt something catch at my
mind. Raising myself from the bed, I stretched in an effort to clear my head.
When I did so, I finally realized the source of my discomfort: I hadn't been in
this room until just now.
"Come to think of it, what happened to minding the store...?"
That's right. I ought to have been minding the shop on the first floor. It
appeared that I had returned to my room at some point, but I had absolutely
no memory of having done so. Quite the opposite: I didn't even remember
lying down in bed. Judging by how dark the room was, the sun had already
set, but everything since just past noon was a blur and I couldn't remember
clearly what had happened. Once I became aware of that, I couldn't help
being bothered by it.
 I wracked my brains and tried to remember. I was sure that I'd been
minding the shop, but somehow I couldn't convince myself of it. Or maybe
being in the shop had been a dream. My mind was still muddled with waking
and wasn't working properly.
"Maybe I was tired?"
Maybe I'd gone back to my room mostly unconscious, and ended up
going to sleep in that state. It wasn't impossible, but I didn't feel like I'd been
that busy. Now that I thought about it, I had a feeling I'd been having a
strange dream. I didn't remember it very well, but the weird feeling of it
remained in my body, somehow both frightening and pleasurable.
I also had a feeling that the me in the dream hadn't been me at all. That
she had changed into a completely different person, body and soul. And the
dream me had thought that a wonderful thing. The hazy revival of those
fragmentary memories was enough to make my face grow hot. It had been
an odd dream, but a strangely happy one.
—No, that wasn't right. It hadn't been a dream at all. I mean, I was
already—
Feeling as if I could hear a voice speaking to me, I raised my head with a
start. I was probably hearing things. I must still be half asleep. Reasoning
thus, I shook my head and tried to force myself to forget. Then I became
aware of a queer feeling in my body.
My head seemed strangely heavy. At first I'd put it down to having just
woken up, but now that didn't seem to be the case. Maybe I'd caught a cold.
But it didn't seem quite like feeling sluggish or dazed. I couldn't quite put my
finger on it. For the time being, I decided to check my temperature and
raised my arm to do so. Then I caught sight of the hand moving to touch my
forehead. I froze for an instant, unable to make sense of what I was seeing.
"What... is this...?" The voice that eventually emerged from me dwindled
as my confusion rose until it vanished entirely. My upraised hand remained
frozen at eye level. I slowly lowered it.
Still dazed, I stared down at my hands. Their shape was grotesquely
inhuman. From the elbows down my arms were covered in fluffy fur and
shaped almost like an animal's paws. Sharp claws peeked out through the
fur at my fingertips, and there were pads like a cat's or dog's on my palms.
They looked like a beast's forelimbs had been stuck onto a human body, or
maybe like I was wearing something resembling soft and fluffy fur gloves.
But I didn't have any gloves like that. Besides, the sensations transmitted
through my skin were telling me clearly that these were no gloves, but living
flesh and blood.
"What... does it mean?"
Still staring at my trembling hands, I timidly flexed my fingers. The three
thick digits were moving slowly, just as I meant them to. I shook my hands,
raised them, and lowered them again. The soft, fluffy animal hands moved
as I wished, without the least deviation. I even felt a sense of rightness
suffuse my body with every movement, in contrast to the unease I'd
experienced when I first laid eyes on them. It felt as if these hands had been
mine from birth.
That sensation made me remember more of the dream. As the memories
floated through my mind, an unpleasant premonition was rapidly growing
inside me.
"That's right. I'm sure... In my dream, I ended up like this, and..." The
muttered words brought on a sudden flash of insight, and I leapt
instinctively to my feet. Forcing the fact that the feeling of my feet striking
the floor was different from before from my mind, I peered into the bedside
mirror.
Then, I froze. The Lilia Flimlight in the mirror was not the one I was used
to seeing. Looking back at me now was a girl monster with big horns growing
from her head and ears covered in soft fur. The pigtails hairstyle, the large
eyes, the slightly snub nose, the small mouth and the childish features were
just as I remembered them. It was my own familiar face. Only, the eyes
turned towards me were stained a deep violet, and little fangs peeked out
from the corners of my mouth.
The mirror reflected my small, unripe body that didn't look more than ten
with its flat chest. I was clothed only in a lacy white chemise, so thin that my
skin was visible through it. My exposed skin was tinged with a faint blush,
which contrasted with my lovely clothes and grotesque body to lend me a
mysterious, bewitching elegance.
 "N, no way... It wasn't a dream...?" was all I could manage to stammer
out after staring slack-jawed at the mirror for a while.
It was the spitting image of my monster self as I'd seen it in the dream.
My field of vision swayed dizzily for an instant at the sight of the cruel
reality. I felt on the verge of collapse, but I persevered and somehow
managed to keep on my feet. I stood absolutely stock still.
Slowly, I raised a grotesque hand and touched my head with it. When it
came in contact with the hard horn, I felt the touch in both my hand and
head. I instinctively drew back my hand, but the sensation remaining in both
it and my horn was unmistakably real. The girl in the mirror opened her
mouth, a frightened look on her face.
"Wh, what should I do? I've been turned into a monster..."
My words gave birth to terror and despair. If anyone found out that I'd
been turned into a monster, people would certainly come to suppress me at
once. Of course, I wouldn't be able to stay in this town anymore. If that
happened, I probably wouldn't be able to be with big brother anymore,
either.
"What should I do...?"
I huddled up on the floor, wanting to ask big brother for help. But what
would he think if he saw me like this? He would probably be frightened or
disgusted. Or he might hate me. That would be worse than anything else. I
didn't think my heart could bear it.
I wanted big brother to save me. I wanted to see his face this instant. But
that couldn't happen while I was in this form.
"No, I don't want this... What should I do, big brother...?"
I cowered on the floor, clutching my head in confusion and despair.
Before I knew it, my sadness had become tears and overflowed, running
down my cheeks and dripping onto the floor. I couldn't say how long I sat
crying like that. Suddenly, a voice echoed in the dark room.
"What should you do?" Why are you worrying?
I instinctively raised my head and looked around the dark room.
 "Wh, who's there?"
There was no sign of the person who had responded to my question. I
was still alone in the room. Then the voice rang out again.
There's no need to cry, is there? Not after you went to all the trouble to
get the power to make your wish come true.
The voice sounded a little surprised. It seemed to belong to a young
woman, and I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before, but just then I
couldn't recall whose it was. The voice continued, indifferent to my
confusion.
There's only one thing you ought to do: Use that body to feel good with
your beloved elder brother. That's all there is to it.
The voice made unthinkable declarations as if they were quite natural, in
a tone as if explaining to a child. And yet, mysteriously, its words were
calming my confusion.
"Yeah. That's right, isn't it?" I whispered, as if to persuade myself. That
instant, the heat I had felt in my dream—no, that I'd felt a little while before
in reality—returned to my body. My loins ached, seeking the person I loved.
A heat other than embarrassment circulated throughout my body, violating
it like poison. Frustrated, I breathed raggedly.
What little remained of my human mind now disappeared entirely in the
face of that heat. My mind changed completely into that of a monster, and I
was stirred by an irrepressible thirst. It felt almost as if I had become a beast
in search of prey.
I took another look at my reflection in the mirror. This time there was
none of my previous discomfort or revulsion, and I was able to honestly view
my current form. My gaze met the monster's violet eyes. Feeling a little
bashful, I giggled, exchanging smiles with the me in the mirror.
A girl monster with sinister-looking horns and the limbs of a beast. A
baphomet. A monster that, if I were human, I would probably call a demon
and fear. But the large, curved, rough and bony horns; the animal hands and
feet; and the tail swaying on my bottom all felt wonderful to me. I was
happy that they were part of me. I was glad that I'd been able to assume the
form of a baphomet, blending the childish appearance of my human self and
the new charm I'd obtained when I became a monster. I wondered why I'd
been so prejudiced against this childish body. As I was now, it seemed lovely
and charming. I let out a genuine, joyful laugh.
"Ah ha... Ah ha ha..." There was a lascivious note blended with my
laughter. Desire was welling up ceaselessly in my heart. I wanted to fill this
body with my beloved's seed and energy soon. I wanted to feel pleasure
with the person I loved. Just imagining that scene and the pleasure I would
be able to experience then was enough to send a thrill down my spine. The
flames of sexual desire scorched me, and made me writhe uncontrollably. It
was frustrating as well, but the rising anticipation and arousal were pleasant
to me as I was now.
"Mm... Big brother..." I called for my beloved in a voice thick with
emotion. Just the thought of big brother's face was enough to make my
heart beat faster.
Just then, the sound of a door closing came from downstairs. It was a tiny
sound, but my animal ears twitched and caught footsteps on the stairs that
followed. Even through the wall, I could recognize the presence of my
beloved. I couldn't be mistaken. Big brother had come home. As soon as I
realized that, my emotions swirled together until they seemed about to
explode. I wanted to leap out of the room and shove big brother down that
instant. I struggled desperately to restrain the impulse.
Eh heh... I want to do it properly our first time, after all. Giving away my
virginity was something I wanted to do right, on a bed. I wanted big brother
to accept me gladly.
My face split into a broad smile as my anticipation swelled. On the other
side of the wall, big brother finished climbing the stairs and was passing my
room, heading deeper into the second floor, but I was in no condition to
notice.
Big brother seemed to think I was already asleep, and was trying not to
make noise as he walked along the corridor. Even so, the faint creaking of
the floorboards reached my sharpened ears. It seemed I could even catch
the sound of big brother's breathing. There was only a single wall between
us. The thought of that was making my arousal rise boundlessly. My tail
wagged furiously, expressing what was in my heart, and I swallowed hard.
 Big brother went into his room. I waited patiently for the sound of his
door closing, then left mine. The corridor was pitch-dark, but this was my
own home and I knew it like the back of my hand, so I had no need to
trouble over a little darkness. Besides, big brother's room was right next to
mine. And now that I'd become a monster I could see in the dark like it was
midday if I felt like it.
"Just you wait, big brother," I muttered as I set out. Sensing the faint
traces of big brother's presence left in the corridor, the scent of his essence
that tickled my nose, my heart seemed about to burst. It was only a distance
of a few steps, but it was frustratingly slow going. I'd already been hot down
there, and now my love juices were seeping out and running down my
thighs. Even the sensation of the droplets gliding across my skin was
intensely pleasurable to me in my current state, and that made even more
love juices dribble out. I let out a little moan. Even as I did so, the
ceaselessly-falling droplets were dirtying my fur-covered feet. Heedless of
that, I proceeded down the corridor with feverish steps. My hooves went
clop clop as they struck the floor. My tail swayed in time with the sounds,
tickling my skin.
Coming to a stop in front of big brother's room, I stared intently at his
door. My breast was already full practically to bursting with desire. I quietly
drew a deep breath, somehow managing to hold myself back from smashing
the door down and leaping into the room at once. My love juices were
dripping onto the floor of the corridor, but I was in no condition to mind and
there would have been no point: I was already sopping wet all over in any
case.
My large hand, covered in soft, fluffy fur, a hand that might even be
called proof of my identity as a monster called a baphomet, knocked gently
on the door. The sound it made was slightly softer than it had been when I'd
been human. At the same time, I spoke into the door.
"Big brother... may I come in?"
After a brief interval, a voice answered from inside the room.
"Lilia? Go right ahead; it's open."
"Sorry to bother you." Flashing a shy smile, I opened the door and
stepped into the room. Its interior was neat and in order. In it were a small
table, a bookcase, a desk and a chair; not much different from my own
room. But the atmosphere was still somehow different. There was
something in the air that proclaimed this a man's room.
But things like that didn't matter to me now. The thick scent of his
essence struck me the moment I entered the room. It was incomparably
more intense than the lingering aroma in the hall, enough to make me
giddy. I felt myself becoming intoxicated just smelling the delicious scent. It's
source was of course big brother. He sat facing me on the bed and spoke to
me while turning the pages of a book he held in his hands.
"I was sure you were you asleep. Were you awake all this time... or..."
Shock suffused his face as it turned towards me. His words broke off and the
book slid from his hands. Big brother didn't appear to notice; his gaze was
concentrated on me. That alone was enough to make me so happy I thought
I might melt.
Big brother rose unsteadily to his feet. He appeared dumbfounded for a
moment, but eventually he seemed to comprehend what he was seeing and
questioned me in a quavering voice.
"L, Lilia...? Y, you're body... What in the world happened!?"
"Eh heh heh. Cute, isn't it?"
I was glad. Even in this form, he recognized me immediately. My tail
wagged, reflecting those feelings. Seeing that movement, big brother
seemed to guess what had happened to me. He gulped, and asked
hesitantly:
"Lilia... you haven't become a m, monster, have you...?"
"Yup, that's right. What do you think?" I nodded my assent.
"Wh, what do I...?"
Big brother certainly seemed to be surprised, but he made no move to
scream or to reject me. I'd felt just a little uneasy about that, so I mentally
heaved a sigh of relief. But that alone wasn't enough to satisfy me. I wanted
him to say something more, not just stand there in shock. I mean, I'd gone to
all the trouble of becoming this wonderful monster called a baphomet, so
the least he could do was praise me properly.
"Take a better look, big brother. I've gotten such a wonderful body." I
spun in place, speaking in a voice thick with heat. My hair danced aimlessly
and my tail waved. The hem of my chemise fluttered, revealing a fleeting
glimpse of my naked skin. I suddenly thought that the way I was dressed
now must look sexier to men than vulgar nudity.
When big brother, who had been staring at me in blank amazement,
noticed that, his face reddened and he hurriedly averted his eyes. He was
red to the ears, so red that it looked like his head might give off steam.
"S, sto-" was all he would say, not even looking in my direction. That
wasn't what I wanted to hear, and it exacerbated my dissatisfaction, making
me pout.
"No, you've got to look properly, big brother," I muttered, putting just a
little mana into my voice. At those words, big brother gave a start, let out a
little exclamation of surprise and slowly turned his eyes back in my direction.
Big brother's gaze seized on me, and this time he didn't look away. He was
looking at all of me, from the top of my head to the tips of my hooves. Being
stared at by the person I cared for made me heat up down there, and my
thickly-oozing love juices ran down my thighs.
Big brother gave an audible gulp at the sight of me, only half aware of
what he was doing. His cheeks were redder than ripe apples, and a flame of
desire was kindled in his blue eyes, albeit only a faint one. He desired me.
Sexually. Knowing that filled my heart with joy.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted him to look at me more. No, I wanted him
to look closer, to touch me, to feel me. I wanted to pleasure big brother with
this wonderful monster's body. I wanted him to pleasure me. I wanted to
become one with him.
Having become a monster in mind as well as in body, I took a step
forward without hesitation. My tail strummed the air, and the hard sound of
my hooves on the floorboards broke the silence of the room. Big brother
made a slight movement, as if a spell on him had been broken.
"L, Lilia..." He called my name, and there was just a little of something
else mixed in with the confusion in his voice. I'd heard him say that name
countless times before, but the tones of it now sounded more pleasant to
me than anything else in the world.
"Ah, big brother..." I panted. The flames of desire burning within me grew
with each step I took towards him. My body was in the grip of a maddening
thirst. At the sight of me slowly approaching, breathing raggedly, big brother
shivered for just a moment. But he still made no move to run or draw back.
That too made me very glad.
"G, get a hold of yourself, Lilia," big brother called out to me in a
quavering voice as I drew ever closer. Maybe he thought that, having
become a monster, I was now losing my senses. But that's not it at all, I
thought, just a little disgruntled.
I closed distance with big brother, and we faced each other at close
quarters. He didn't say anything. He just stared unsteadily at me. Looking up
because of the difference in our heights, I peered into his blue eyes, which
were still turned towards me, and quietly asked:
"So... do you hate me, big brother? Do you not like me anymore, now
that I'm a monster?"
Big brother started at my question. Then in a flash he laid a hand on my
shoulder and shouted:
"Like hell I do! No matter what you become, you're still my precious little
sister!"
Those were his honest feelings. His love for me, regardless of my having
become a monster, made me very glad indeed.
"I'm glad... You're very precious to me, too, big brother."
Crying, I hugged big brother tight. When I circled my hands around
behind him and pressed my body he close against his, he did the same in
return. As we held each other like that, he softly stroked my head. The
gentle sensation of his hand made me very happy. Satisfied with that
sensation for a while and still hugging him, I whispered:
"But, you know, it's just not enough."
I felt big brother stiffen slightly at that. Lips quivering, he asked:
"What... do you mean?"
 "You see, I like you as a man, big brother. No, there aren't enough words
to tell you how I like you," I said, my face still buried in big brother's chest. A
man's body, different from mine. The heat of it poured into me, and it
smelled faintly of sweat. The feeling of his skin was lovely, even through his
clothes. Breathing in lots of big brother's scent, I continued.
"So... be mine, big brother. And I'll be yours, too," I said, raising my face. I
was sure that the expression I was making right now must be a monster
personified. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew there was a look of rapture
on my face.
"Lilia..."
Staring up into big brother's bewildered face, I smiled and put more force
into my embrace. That instant, his eyes wavered. He was confused, but he
also couldn't refuse me. I was sure that all sorts of thoughts must be
whirling through his brain right now. We were siblings, and had always lived
together, so I could understand that much.
Big brother bit his lip with a pained expression, as if trying to resist
something. Before either of us knew it, his hand resting on my head had
stopped moving. Even so, he made no move to withdraw it.
"It's alright, isn't it, big brother?" I whispered, eyes still upraised. Without
waiting for an answer, I leaned my bodyweight against him. Slowly, I pushed
big brother down onto the bed.
"Lilia, wai-"
Big brother finally answered me then, hurrying to get his words out, but it
was too late: we were already sprawled on the bed. The blue eyes staring
towards me were unsteady.
"This, this isn't right," he murmured, stirring beneath me. The sheets
were in disarray, and the bed creaked. Still, I wasn't going to let him get
away.
"No, big brother. You've got to stay still."
Giggling, I pinned his shoulders with my paws. Grown man or not, it
seemed that he couldn't even push aside my petite body in the face of my
baphomet's strength. Although it did seem he wasn't resisting seriously out
of consideration for me. Still, the sight of a man much bigger than myself
being held down by me and unable even to resist brought a mysterious
excitement in my heart.
"Hee hee. Well then, let's get started, big brother."
I stared down at him and licked my lips. The body beneath me started at
my words. The slight vibration travelled to my body, pressed close against
his, and changed into pleasure.
Still on top of big brother, I softly covered his body with mine. We were
so close that the tips of our noses touched. I was reflected in big brother's
eyes, pretty as sapphires. Even just being looked at was making my arousal
rise.
"L, Lilia, sto-"
I didn't let big brother finish speaking. Still hugging him tight, I stopped up
his lips with a kiss. The instant our lips met, an enchanting sweetness flowed
into me. I never imagined my first kiss would be so delicious. I felt faintly
surprised, but I continued the kiss.
Circling my hands around big brother's neck, I pressed my lips to his over
and over. I pecked at his lips, sucked, and forced my tongue inside. At first
our kiss was nothing more than touching our lips together, but it became
gradually more intense as it went on. I was thoroughly tasting his lips now,
lapping up everything like scorching hot flames.
"Your lips are tasty, big brother."
I lapped at big brother's lips with a look of ecstasy on my face. Every time
we touched a comforting pleasure flowed into me, and I became more
completely absorbed in kissing my beloved.
It seemed to be the same for big brother: his resistance had vanished at
some point without my noticing, and he had surrendered himself to me.
Sometimes he even took the initiative in pressing his lips against mine.
Overjoyed at that, I screwed up my eyes and responded in kind.
After countless kisses, I stretched out my tongue and prized open big
brother's lips. Somewhat startled, he opened his eyes. I shoved my extended
tongue into his mouth. The moment the tip of my tongue touched his,
pleasure flowed through the inside of my mouth like an electric shock, and
an involuntary jolt shook my body.
I licked around the inside of big brother's mouth, slurping up his saliva as I
wagged my tail in pleasure. The fierceness of the kiss brought tears to my
eyes and sent drool running from the corners of my mouth.
We kissed for a long while, but after a last and especially forceful suck on
big brother's lips, I finally pulled my face away. The last bit of drool tying us
together broke and hung in thread from my lips. Softly wiping it away with a
finger, I asked:
"Eh heh. That felt good. How was it for you, big brother?"
His breathing still ragged, big brother turned his gaze towards me. There
was something fragile about the eyes staring in my direction. He seemed
about to burst into tears, maybe from a feeling of guilt. The sight of that
expression made me feel as if my heart were being crushed. Stifling that
pang, I resumed my smile.
"Don't look like that, big brother. I'm really happy, you know," I said, and
softly put a fluffy hand on big brother's chest. His furiously racing heartbeat
traveled to my palm. His excitement made my face split into a broad smile.
"Your heart's really racing, big brother. Mine too, see?"
I took big brother's hand and pressed it to my own breast. Even through
the thin fabric of my chemise, his touch and body heat were seeping into
me. The sensation made my loins grow hotter and hotter, and I let out a low
moan. I could feel big brother shiver down there at that. His already-hard
thing was lifting the fabric of his trousers and swollen practically to bursting.
"Ah ha. You're getting bigger. Do you want me? I'd be glad if you did..."
At my words, big brother's face turned even redder than before as he
only now became aware of his condition. When he tried to avert his eyes, I
put a hand on his cheek and made him face back towards me, while with the
other hand I gently stroked the bulge between his legs. Big brother gave a
start and bit his lip. Even so, a cry he could not repress reached my ears.
"Ah ha. Did you like that?"
Feeling satisfied, I further caressed big brother's cloth-covered penis. I
put the pad of my paw on the bulging crotch of his pants and moved it
rhythmically. Occasionally I bent my fingers, inserted it between them, and
squeezed it tight. Big brother's body shook with each touch of my hand, and
moans leaked out along with his ragged breathing.
"L, Lilia... Enough... Stop..."
Big brother spoke haltingly, out of breath from my many, many caresses.
Beads of sweat stood out on his brow, and his shirt was soaked through and
clinging to his skin. His penis had stretched the fabric of his trousers to its
limit, and was making a faint stain at the tip.
Big brother looked up at me with faint tears rising in the corners of his
eyes. His shame-stained face was very appealing. Still, I'd feel bad teasing
him any more than this. I wanted to make him feel better, and I wanted to
feel better too. Lying on top of big brother, I softly kissed his cheek.
"Does it hurt? Let me take that off for you," I whispered in big brother's
ear. At the same time, I hooked a claw into his belt. I gave it a little tug, and
the leather belt tore off easily.
"No, do-"
Big brother raised his voice, guessing what was about to be done to him.
But by that time I had thrust a hand into big brother's underclothes. My fur-
covered fingertips made contact with his hard rod. Big brother let out a cry
at the stimulation to his sensitive place. I listed to his moans as I pulled his
rod free of his trousers and underclothes. His pole was fully hard and erect
from my earlier attentions. Veins stood out on its surface, and its tip was
coated in pre-cum. The transparent fluid blotted my fur.
The man-scent released and the sensation of big brother's heat traveling
through my hand jolted my monster instincts. I narrowed my eyes in
ecstasy.
"It smells so good. Delicious..."
I wrapped his pole in my paw and softly stroked it. When I gently
caressed his glans with the loop of my fingers, transparent fluid oozing from
it dirtied the surface of my fur and glistened.
"Does it feel good, big brother? Let me do it for you more."
 I continued to masturbate big brother as I listened to his moans.
Watching his body writhe in time to the movements of my hand, I stirred
myself up down there again as well.
"Big brother, look at me too..."
As my fingers moved, they made lewd, wet, squelching sounds and drops
overflowed from that place. My hand was dirtied with love juices and sweat,
and a lascivious scent filled the room. Big brother's attention shifted to me,
and my perversion took his breath away. His reaction was fanning my
arousal to greater heights and making my monster's heart flare up.
"How about we do it like this next, big brother?"
An idea suddenly came to me. I stopped moving my hand and gently
squeezed big brother's rod between my thighs. The sensation of my smooth
skin, the same as a human's, directly touching big brother's thing birthed a
feeling of pleasure unlike what I'd felt before with my animal paws.
"Ah. This, feels good too..."
Big brother seemed to feel the same. He let out a low moan as his rod
grew still larger.
"It's good for you too, isn't it, big brother? Tee hee hee. Well, I'm going to
start moving now..."
I positioned myself so that his pole, squeezed between my thighs, rubbed
my slit, and began moving my hips back and forth. Pleasure raced through
me, totally unlike what I'd felt doing it with my hand. Every time I moved the
fur covering my feet rustled against big brother's skin, creating a ceaseless
tickling sensation. I gave an especially forceful thrust and his hard pole
struck my gash, splitting open my sealed lower lips with a squelch. The
pleasure racing up my spine made me cry out. I squeezed his pole between
my thighs and swayed my body back and forth, still clamping down hard. His
hard penis brushed my clit, and a numbness like an electric shock assailed
me. Unable to endure the pleasure, I arched my back and raised a cry of
ecstasy.
"Aahn! It feels so gooddd..."
The shiver of numbness that traveled up my spine drove me to make my
movements more and more intense. My love juices oozed out, wetting my
thighs and his rod. The dew of love juices and pre-cum mixed and became
lubricant, intensifying the pleasure. I enjoyed the wet sounds and started
deliberately making more lascivious noises.
"Ah. Listen, big brother. Your thing and mine are making such a great
sound. 'Squish squish.' They're rubbing together a lot and it feels so good...!"
At my words, big brother let out an ecstatic cry of his own. I wanted to
hear more of his cries as he was tossed about by the pleasure, and shook my
hips more fiercely, almost as if I'd gone and become a beast.
And yet, it was gradually ceasing to be enough. Rubbing his rod felt good,
but my loins were aching to be tied to him more deeply. That place had
been squirming and twitching for some time, keeping up a constant,
heartrending complaint that it wanted to be connected with big brother. My
wish to become one with him became a powerful thirst. I was in agony.
Ragged breathing filled my ears and my heart rioted in my breast.
"Hey, big brother. I can't bear it anymore..." I whispered, raising my body
and straddling big brother. He was still staring vacantly in my direction,
perhaps overwhelmed by pleasure. Flashing a charming smile at him, I softly
grasped his towering pole.
"Lilia..."
A glimmer of reason returned to big brother's eyes. I put a little more
pressure into my grip on his rod and stopped his attempt to cry for me to
stop. The abrupt increase in stimulation cut short his words and made him
let out a short gasp, as if in pain.
"You don't mind, do you? Do you?" I whispered, staring at big brother.
Without waiting for an answer, I pressed my now-saturated privates against
his glans. We had both become sensitive, and the moment our flesh touched
an electric current seemed to flow between us, sending a shiver up my
spine. For just an instant, I closed my eyes and stopped moving.
Big brother's thing was touching my entrance. His touch, while hot, was
gentle and without fear. Then I began to slowly lower my hips. My petals
were split open to either side, and I opened my mouth to engulf the tip of
his penis. It struck the heart of my secret place, that little trench, and slipped
quietly inside.
"Mmm...!"
I let out a moan at the first shock. It felt strange, like my body was being
split open. But there was no pain, and my heart was being filled with joy.
"Ah... Ooo..."
I thought I could hear a straining noise. Even so, I continued to lower my
hips without hesitation. The hard penis was splitting me open, advancing
deeper and deeper inside me. It gave me a feeling of pressure, like I was
being made to hold my breath, but that pressure was exceeded by the
intense pleasure that was ruling me.
It seemed that big brother felt the same again: he was gritting his teeth
while letting out a strangled cry. He was moving his body a little, perhaps
trying to resist even now that we had come this far, but it was no use now
that he was fully pinned beneath me. In fact, every time big brother stirred
he sent an unpredictable, unintentional thrust of pleasure running through
me, assisting my love juice-oozing insertion.
Forcing open the tight interior of my vagina like that, big brother's thing
was being steadily buried inside me. My walls and his rod scraped against
each other as it slowly advanced deeper and deeper into me. At last, the tip
of his pole reached my deepest place. Big brother's hips were pressed tight
against me.
"Mm... It's all, in."
The sensation of a hot thing having been buried in the core of my body
was gradually spreading. I heaved a sigh, overjoyed at the feeling. I shivered.
At the same time, my wagging tail brushed against big brother.
"A, are you alright?" Big brother's voice reached me. He sounded
worried, but his voice carried less guilt than it did concern for me. Steadying
my ragged breathing, I nodded.
"Yeah... I'm fine."
When I glanced down, I saw that something red was oozing from
between my legs. The red stuff, mixed with my love juices, was spreading
over big brother's skin, flowing down onto the sheets and dirtying the white
fabric. Keeping my ragged breathing in check, I stared at the slowly seeping
stain. I'd given my virginity to big brother.
Yes, I felt the reality of it: a mysterious sense of joy I'd never tasted
before. It didn't hurt at all. On the contrary, the feeling of big brother
sheathed inside my vagina brought me an intermittent pleasure.
"It doesn't hurt at all. Quite the opposite; it feels really good."
At those words, big brother let out a sigh of relief.
"Is that, so?"
"Eh he he. Were you worried for me?"
"Uh, no, I mean..."
When I peered down at his face, big brother looked away from me.
Grinning at his profile, now bright red, I placed both hands on his chest.
"I'm gonna move, okay?" I spoke briefly, gently lifting my hips. Our close-
pressed flesh was slowly separating. My soft flesh was rubbed by big
brother's soft flesh, and I couldn't help crying out. With each movement of
my hips, big brother's thing was being withdrawn from me bit by bit. My
walls clung regretfully to his pole, desperate to avoid the parting.
Frustration, heartache and pleasure jumbled together and whirled around
inside me. It seemed to be the same for big brother: he was gritting his teeth
and squeezing his eyes shut, trying desperately to endure the pleasure as he
moaned beneath me.
The pole that had filled my vagina had been mostly extracted, its tip now
near my entrance. Every time I shook my hips the oscillations were
transformed into pleasure, and love juice oozed from my slit. His soaking-
wet rod was reflected in my eyes. It was quivering forlornly, veins standing
out on its surface, as if to say that it wanted to be enveloped in warm flesh. I
let out a breath and lowered my hips again. The feeling of big brother
entering filled my body.
My vagina took in big brother more smoothly than before, and tightened
delightedly. A shiver raced up my spine at that movement, which was
apparent even to me, and made me tremble.
"Ah. Mmm... Incredible. This is, good..."
 A cry of pleasure escaped my mouth, and tears rose in the corners of my
eyes. My movements, which had been leisurely at first, soon grew rapid. I
bucked and leaped atop big brother, our bodies smacking into each other
over and over. My hair danced wildly in space, and my sweat beaded and
scattered.
"Oh, Lilia...!"
Big brother's voice struck my ear. It seemed I wasn't the only one
enjoying this. The knowledge filled my heart with joy.
It feels so good! Doing it with my beloved big brother feels so good!
Each time I engulfed his rod, the pleasure I felt became more intense, and
that in turn made my movements more violent.
"Aha. So good! It feels so good, big brother!" I cried out in joy as I rode
atop big brother, making my hips rise and fall fiercely. My field of view was
dimming, stained white with pleasure. But my other sense, and the pleasure
like an electric shock ceaselessly pouring into me, were telling me that this
was real and no dream. My insides were being sloppily stirred around and
melted to mush. Caught up in that hallucination, I shook my hips
determinedly. The nectar spilling from me was dirtying big brother's body,
and making stains on the sheets as well.
Before I knew it, big brother was moving his own hips as well. He was
thrusting powerfully up into me from below, his glans colliding violently with
the entrance of my womb.
"Ah! Mmm... Yes, more, moreee!"
I shook my hips in time with his rhythm. The pleasure doubled, and I
continued to cry out in delight. My inner walls coiled about and tightened on
his rod independent of my will, trying to obtain still more pleasure.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and tried to endure the too-intense pleasure.
Already the stimulation had become unbearable. And yet my monster's
mind and body, greedy in pursuit of pleasure, would not allow me to stop,
and I went on moving as I trembled and shuddered.
Big brother also seemed to be growing unable to endure the pleasure
generated by our fierce motion, and looked like he was nearing his limit.
Every time he thrust upward, his face twisted with strain at the too-intense
pleasure. Even so, he showed no sign of stopping. It appeared that the
simple instinct of a male animal lusting for a female was forcing his body to
keep going in search of pleasure.
Neither of us was in any position to worry about the other, so we were
both merely tossed about by the pleasure. Big brother grip on my thigh grew
forceful enough to hurt, and his fingers bit into my skin. But even that was
converted into pleasure, and guiding me towards climax.
"Oh, big brother! I love you! I love you so much! Oh, big brotherrr!"
I shouted my love for big brother while being struck and jolted by his
body. As if in answer, his thrusts from below were increasing in ferocity. I
continued to shake my hips intently, even as my cries of pleasure grew close
to shrieks. The smack of flesh colliding with flesh echoed in the room. The
shock reverberated to the deepest depths of my body, to my very soul, and
made cries rise still higher.
"Ah... Ooo! Oh no, I'm, going to cum!"
"M, me too! I'm almost..." Big brother squeezed a cry out from between
his gritted teeth. Shaking my head at that, I thrust powerfully.
"It's... Ah! It's fine! Cum, big brother!"
My bottom and big brother's hips collided, and his glans violently struck
the entrance of my womb. A muffled cry leaked from big brother's mouth,
and at the same time something hot exploded inside my vagina. Fluid was
spurting out, pouring into my vagina and sating my body's thirst.
"Ah! It's coming out! Ah, aahhh!"
At the force of the semen gushing into my body, I too approached climax.
My vision went white as I arched my back and quivered.
It seemed like an eternity. When at last everything had been spewed
from his pole, I softly collapsed over big brother's body. As I tasted the
sensation, which resembled a sweet numbness, with my entire body, I
gently pressed my cheek to big brother's chest.
I could hear big brother's heartbeat. It was still clanging fiercely,
unmistakable proof of his desire for me. My tail wagged in delight. "Eh he
he. You sure shot out, a lot for me..."
Cloudy fluid overflowed from the place where we'd coupled, dirtying our
skin. Feeling that it was somehow a waste, I softly wiped up the spilt semen
with my fingers. Just like that, I lapped up the globs of semen stuck to my
fur.
The syrupy liquid touched the tip of my tongue. To me, a monster, big
brother's semen tasted like sweet nectar. It was melting like ice on my
tongue and seeping into my body.
"Delicious."
Big brother started at my spellbound murmur. His pole, still buried in my
vagina, responded, and in no time at all it was regaining its size and
hardness.
"Aha. Looks like you've perked up."
Realizing that big brother was desiring me, I couldn't help flashing a
smile. I would have liked to do it once more like this too, but I had other
ideas, and softly raised my body.
I quietly lifted my hips off his pole. My vagina, still sensitive with the
lingering aftertaste of having reached climax, birthed a pleasure that was
like going numb. I couldn't suppress a moan.
Semen flowed gooily out of the place from which his rod had been pulled
entirely free. I got down from the bed, heedless of the white fluid that ran
down my thighs and dirtied the fur covering my feet.
"Lilia?" big brother asked with a look of suspicion, turning his still-slightly-
dazed eyes in my direction. Without answering him, I put my hands on the
floor and went down on all fours. I faced my bottom towards big brother
and stuck it out like I was putting it on display. My quivering, twitching
femininity was exposed to big brothers gaze. In spite of everything, it was
just a little embarrassing.
"Wh, what are you-?"
Big brother was confused at my abrupt behavior. But his eyes locked on
my intimate parts and he did not avert them. As I felt his gaze pour into that
place, my nectar, which had already begun to melt, dripped thickly. The
droplets plopped to the floor and left little marks.
"Hey, this time... you take the lead, big brother." Still on all fours, I turned
my face towards the bed and enticed him. "Do it however you like, big
brother. Ravish me lots and lots."
Although it had a childish ring to it, my voice was lasciviously enchanting.
I could tell that my entreaty made big brother swallow hard. I turned a
flushed face and moist eyes on him, and wagged my tail invitingly.
I sensed him gulp behind me. I could hear a creaking noise. Big brother,
raised himself unsteadily and, still silent, got down from the bed. I could tell
that he had flung off his disheveled clothes and was slowly approaching me
with the gait of a sleepwalker. I heard the floorboards groan with each step
he took, sensed him standing behind me. In response to his nearness, the
sexual desires within me were growing hot again.
"Big brother..."
My voice was coquettish. It made him gulp audibly.
"Lilia... I can't..."
Pausing briefly, big brother opened his mouth. His strained voice reached
my ears. I felt a pang in my chest at the sound of it.
I turned my head and stared into his eyes. The part of him that wanted
desperately to hang on to reason and the part of him that wanted to
abandon himself to desire like this were in conflict, and his blue eyes were
wavering.
"Don't hold back, big brother. Let's feel good together," I whispered,
knowing that to him it was the temptation of a demon. Looking faintly
pained for just a moment, big brother screwed up his face and he turned it
aside.
But when his eyes turned once more in my direction, there had ceased to
be anything in them but the light of sexual desire. It seemed that my
enticement had put his reason to sleep and awakened the lust that had been
secreted in the bottom of his heart.
"I'm sorry, Lilia."
Words of apology. But whatever he said, big brother was slowly leaning
over me as I lay on all fours like a beast. Hands were laid softly on my hips,
and something hard was drawn up against my intimate parts. Even that faint
touch was enough to send a weak electric current flowing through my body.
"Here I go..."
"Yeah... Give it to me, big brother."
For just a little while, big brother stiffened and stopped moving. But his
hesitation was momentary. He thrust his pole into me, smashing our hips
together with all his might. The merciless insertion birthed an intense
pleasure.
"Ooo! Aaahh!"
I felt myself being penetrated by a rod even harder and bigger than
before. Big brother was advancing his hips, heedless of my cries. At that I
knew that he too had fallen to a monster's pleasure. As I engulfed his pole,
which had reached the deepest part of my vaginal walls, my heart was once
again filled.
"Aah... This is, so good... Big brother, your thing is, incredible..."
Spellbound, I tasted the pole inside my vagina. It seemed mere insertion
was enough for the essence oozing from big brother's thing to begin soaking
into my body. My thirst was cured, and at the same time my desire to taste
big brother more was swelling.
"Big brother..."
"Ah... Lilia, I'm gonna start moving..."
Big brother nodded at my impatient exclamation. His hands gripped my
hips more forcefully, and he moved his pole with frustrated speed. Maybe
because of the different position, it rubbed me in different places than it had
before, and brought about a new pleasure.
"Ooh... I love, this too," I murmured, shivering. Big brother continued to
move his hips while gritting his teeth and enduring the pleasure.
Next he stopped moving for a moment, and then pushed his rod into me
vigorously. My womb was struck with a force that rubbed flesh fiercely
against flesh inside my vagina and threatened to break it. For a moment I
was unable to breathe because of the excessively intense, almost violent,
pleasure that surged over me like a raging wave.
Big brother was pulling his pole out again. This time he did it even faster
than he had at first. My love juices made a sound, and my nectar
overflowed. Then I was forcefully gouged into again. The sensation of being
fiercely violated from behind delighted me and made me tremble, and my
nectar flowed out ceaselessly.
Big brother was gritting his teeth and shaking his hips. Although he was
grimacing at the excessively intense pleasure, he certainly made no move to
slow his movement. I responded with a severe piston motion, taking the
initiative to pound my bottom into him. At every thrust fireworks went off
behind my eyes and scorching-hot flames burned my breast.
"More! Do it harder! Pleasure me lots and lots!" I shouted simply because
it still wasn't enough, shaking my hips as I pressed my face to the floor. My
sharp claws scratched the floor and my tongue lolled out of my now-half-
open mouth. Every time his pole collided violently with the entrance of my
womb, my body trembled and I shed tears and spittle.
"Aahn! So good! It feels so good, big brother!" I howled, exposing my
coquetry to big brother without the least shame and with a look of supreme
bliss on my face.
"Lilia! Lilia!"
Feverishly calling my name, big brother had not a shred of reason left
either. He became an animal just like me, lusting for nothing but pleasure.
The constant thrusting in and pulling out continued to send waves of
pleasure into us, only exciting us more.
But even that couldn't last forever. Before I knew it, an anguish he
couldn't completely suppress was mixed with big brother's cries. As it did so,
his pole twitched violently, signaling that it was near its limit. Still, he tried
desperately to resist cumming and was continuing to move, wanting to taste
the pleasure even one second longer.
"Oo, ah... Big broth, errr, you can, cum, any time," I whispered, likewise
feeling climax near, I too resisting reaching it. Even as I did so my sucking
and squeezing vaginal walls squirmed like they had a will of their own.
Then, we crossed the final line.
 "Ooo! Lilia, I'm cumming...!"
As he cried out, he put all his might into one last thrust and his semen
gushed out again. Again something hot was poured into my deepest parts.
At the shock of that, I too reached climax.
"Oh, it's hottt! Cumming! Ah... I'm gonna cum... Aaahh!!"
The scorching-hot liquid that flowed into my vagina seemed almost like
lava. I opened my eyes, bent my lower jaw, and shouted. Even as my body
contorted and twitched, my femininity wriggled and clamped down on big
brother, trying almost greedily to wring out his semen.
With a cry of anguish, big brother pulled his still-ejaculating pole out from
inside me. My vagina, sensitive with climax, quivered at the pleasure of
being rubbed as it had semen poured into it and the heartrending sorrow of
being separated from big brother. My folds coiled about his pole.
The instant it was completely free, his rod touched my petals and
twitched. The remaining cloudy fluid was expelled over my bottom, dirtying
my flushed skin. Feeling the heat on my skin and the touch of thickly-
dripping semen, I let out a sigh thick with heat.
"You, shot out, a lot for me again, huh, big brother? I'm, really glad."
The inside of my belly was filled with semen from his second ejaculation,
and my face was melting in ecstasy. The stifling smell that filled the room, a
mix of sweat and nectar and semen, was very pleasant.
"Lilia... that felt, great. Thank you," big brother, lying on top of me,
whispered in my animal ear. There was no longer a shred of guilt in his tone.
When I turned my face to look at him, I saw on it a blissful expression, aware
of the joy of having become a slave to devilish pleasure. I'm sure the same
look was on my face as well.
"It was great for me too, big brother," I whispered, smiling sweetly.
Those words prompted big brother to circle his hands around me from
behind and hug me tight. I entrusted my body to those gentle hands, and we
stared at each other. Then we touched our lips together. I couldn't tell which
of us made the first move.
We twined our tongues together in a long, long kiss. Lascivious, wet
sounds tickled my ears. When I opened my eyes a crack, I could see blue
eyes still delirious with passion. His tear-choked eyes were showing my
reflection.
Softly, reluctantly, we parted our lips. Feeling a faint loneliness, we
touched and twined our tongues together just one last time. I traced my lips
with gentle fingers. Big brother's touch still lingered on them. Softly, I closed
my eyes.
"...I still want it," I whispered to myself. I ached miserably down there,
seized by a momentary tightening.
It looked like becoming a baphomet had made me greedy. Even though
I'd gotten him to do so much, my body and heart wanted more, and
complained of their thirst. That thirst became an ache and lit a fire in my
body.
Feeling my cheeks flush, I quietly cast down my eyes. Sensing big
brother's presence right beside me, I silently opened them. I sat demurely
on the floor and fidgeted with my hands.
"Hey, big brother... can we do it one more time...?" I asked, staring at him
with upturned eyes. Big brother raised his eyebrows at that.
"What, again?"
As might have been expected, it didn't look like he would readily consent
to my request. Tensing my face slightly, I replied with another question.
"Yeah. Can't we? I want more of you, big brother."
I hugged him, wagging my tail like a puppy. Staring straight at big brother
with tear-choked eyes, I waited for an answer. He groaned for a little while,
but at last he heaved a big sigh and turned back to face me.
"I guess I've got no choice. But this is the last time, okay?"
"Sure! Thanks, big brother!"
I held him tight, my face beaming. Just then, I felt his pole, pressed
against my belly, swelling and regaining its size.
"Ah ha. Looks like you've still got plenty of energy down here, big
brother," I laughed, causing big brother to avert his eyes, looking
embarrassed. I giggled and kissed the bright-red face before my eyes.
"Thanks, big brother. You got all frisky because of me, huh? I'm very
glad," I whispered in big brother's ear, tears rising in my eyes, and his cheeks
got redder and redder. I laughed again at that, and we returned to the bed.
Once we were seated on it facing each other, big brother opened his mouth
to speak.
"What are we going to do this time?"
"Hmm..." Putting a finger under my chin, I pondered a little.
Doing it once more like the first time, with me on top of big brother,
wouldn't be so bad, but having him get on top of me and violate me as he
pleased sounded fun too. Still, I had a feeling that, since I'd gone to all the
trouble, we should try a slightly different way of enjoying ourselves.
As soon as I thought so, an idea popped into my head. Maybe it was
thanks to my having become a monster, but the knowledge of what I should
do to make my wish come true seemed to come to me naturally.
"Well, how about like this?"
I quietly recited the incantation that had popped into my head. I
shouldn't have known any magic at all, and yet words with a queer ring to
them were flowing unfalteringly from my mouth.
As I recited the spell in front of big brother, who was watching over me
attentively, my body was emitting a faint purple light. At the same time,
black mist oozed from what should have been empty space.
The mist enveloped my body, gathering as if it had a will of its own and
forming shapes. It was taking form as I watched, changing into something
like tentacles.
The mist left big brother at a loss for words. I didn't blame him. After all,
even I was a little surprised. I hadn't thought becoming a monster would
suddenly enable me to use magic so skillfully.
Even in the time it took me to think that, the tentacles were becoming
tangible and solid. They were taking on definite existence just as I
envisioned them, perhaps reflecting my mental image. Thin, long, and
supple, their glossy surfaces were wet with a sticky liquid.
 They were wrapping my skin, tangling together and bending loosely back
and forth. Their queer touch on my skin was like soft flesh; like leather bags
stuffed with water; like squishy slime; like and yet unlike all of these things.
But, strangely, it wasn't a bad feeling. On the contrary, the inhuman
touch on my skin became a new stimulation and gave me pleasure. Half-
unconsciously, I was abandoning myself to the tentacles.
They, sensitive to that, began coiling themselves around me more
assertively. They wrapped round and round my limbs like creeper vines and
gently crept about my belly. When they stuck to my breasts with a plop, I
cried out in spite of myself.
As if pleased by that, each of the tentacles coiled around my body
wriggled sinuously however they pleased, fondling my skin. Their movement
was just a bit eerie, but there was also something humorous about it.
Some of them fastened on my nipples, and others wiped the sweat that
had risen on my skin. Still others stroked my still-sensitive nether regions. I
quivered and cried out as I felt my slit spread open and my entrance lightly
touched.
At the same time, several tentacles got behind me and fondled my back. I
gave a start at the pleasure from a place I couldn't see. The tentacles that
lapped up the semen that clung to my bottom seemed to take a liking to its
flavor, and pounced on more almost like dogs.
"Oh, this is, incredible... Aah..." I murmured at the pleasure the
grotesques brought about, immersed in ecstasy. Even as I did so, the
tentacles were still being born and seemed on the verge of engulfing me.
An audible gulp reached my ears. When, still delirious with pleasure, I
turned my ears to the sound, I found big brother staring fixedly at me, his
ragged breaths mingling with the squishy sounds of the squirming tentacles
and my lewd, wet noises.
He was getting aroused at the sight of me being violated before his eyes.
When I realized that, my own lusts accelerated too.
I wanted to show him something ever more lascivious. I wanted to make
his heart pound more. Those feelings were reaching the tentacles and
making them move with renewed intensity.
 The tentacles violating my whole body were lusting for me almost as if
each had become a living thing with its own separate will. That in turn was
generating intense pleasure and painting over my mind in the color of sexual
desire. With a sigh of yearning, I turned my gaze to big brother.
His face looking back at me was thoroughly suffused with carnal desire. It
looked like he couldn't content himself with just watching anymore either.
"Lilia, I..."
Impatiently whispered words. He wanted to be wrapped in tentacles and
wallow in devilish pleasure with me. The misery of his tone and expression
were telling me that more eloquently than his words ever could. And I felt
the same.
Responding to my desire, several tentacles slithered out and twined
themselves around big brother's body. At the uncanny touch, big brother
cried out in spite of himself. The tentacles, heedless of his protest, gave his
arm two or three light tugs. In that movement, like a child tugging on its
parent's hand, there was no malice. It seemed a little of big brother's unease
remained even so, and he looked back and forth between me and the
tentacles in confusion.
"It's alright, big brother."
My smile seemed to convince him that they meant no harm. Big brother
relaxed his body and surrendered himself. Several tentacles, seemingly
delighted to have been accepted, twined themselves further around him
and began slowly drawing him towards me.
"Lilia."
"Big brother."
Now so close that our skins touched, we softly called out to each other.
Even as we did so, the tentacles were continuing to twine and coil around
our bodies. Still held fast in their grip, we wrapped our arms around behind
each other and embraced. The tentacles coiled around those limbs as well,
binding them in that position and pressing our bodies even more closely
together. I felt that comfort was oozing into me every time a tentacle
touched me.
 Before I knew it, the top of the bed had become like a black swamp with
me at its center. The black stain, which continued to spread, was birthing
one new tentacle after another to coil around us.
Entirely heedless of that strange scene, we thought only of enjoying the
pleasure. Soon my beloved would be all that I saw, and pleasure all that I
felt.
"Hey... Let's go 'squish, squish' together..."
"Alright..."
Staring at each other, we exchanged words thus. The black tentacles that
surrounded us quivered and caressed our skin. Delirious with the heat
pouring into us, we were already losing our human reason.
Then the two of us, become in our lust beasts greedy for pleasure alone,
tasted each other's bodies. We kissed, touched each other's skin, and made
our genitals couple, intent only on moving our hips. With satiation far off, I
even felt it would be nice to stay like this forever.
Almost as if to bless the two of us as we lay like that, the black tentacles
were enveloping and engulfing us. As we rubbed our bodies against each
other while covered in syrupy, sticky fluid, I felt somehow as if me, and big
brother, and these tentacles were melting together and become a single
creature. The form I pictured would probably have seemed sinister to a
human, but as I now was it seemed a very lovely thing to me.
As we felt the joy of being engulfed in the color of darkness and of
becoming one in copulation, big brother and I embraced each other
powerfully and continued to raise cries suffused with delight.
Then, later, only a black egg that, still one, birthed delighted cries and
licentious odors remained.

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My moans rose, mingled with the creaking of the bed. Strained cries,
steeped in pleasure. My animal ears twitched.
My moans prompted big brother to grasp my hips and pull out his rod,
gushing semen, from my intimate parts. A slippery sound passed through my
insides and reached my brain as the pleasure did. A hot, cloudy shower fell
on me from big brother's thing, making a splashing sound. The fluid
splattered directly on my skin was hot, and I even imagined that it would
scald me. The fluid produced an odd sensation as it glided thickly over my
skin.
"Ah. Big brother... Oh... It's hot..." I whispered quietly, still lying face-up
on the bed. When I shifted my gaze, I could see big brother, breathing on my
shoulder, and the white fluid scattered over my belly.
"Mmm... So much, and so white..."
With a look of ecstasy, I lovingly smoothed out the semen, smearing it
evenly across my belly. The syrupy fluid clung to the fur that covered my
hand, but I didn't mind at all.
Still, I really would have liked to get big brother to shoot it out in my
vagina, and to become pregnant with his child. But that didn't mean that I
hated other things. Of course getting him to spray lots onto my body was
also to my liking. Doing it with big brother was the happiest thing in the
world to me now.
I let out a long sigh. That instant, a swishing sound reached my ears, and
tentacles formed into clothes coiled around my body. They pounced on the
semen scattered on my belly and dripping from my intimate parts. It looked
like my mind had become muddled due to having climaxed. The tentacles,
separated from my will, followed my monster's instincts and tried to gobble
up the semen just as they pleased. The stimulation was too strong for me,
my sensations still keen, and I let out a cry in spite of myself.
The tentacles ignored my cries and fondled me. The sticky fluid that wet
their surfaces and the semen mixed, and were gooily dirtying my body.
"Ah. No. I said 'no'..."
Still, whatever I said, these tentacles were things I'd created myself with
my mana to begin with, so I could make them behave or get rid of them if I
felt like it. Right now I just quivered at the tentacles' caresses without doing
either.
Maybe some part of me couldn't forget the pleasure I'd tasted when I
became a monster. Before I knew it, I'd grown quite fond of clothes made of
tentacles. Since the day I became a monster, the frequency with which I
summoned these clothes had increased, and now it was to the extent that I
spent whole days in them.
Seeming to read my mind, one of the sinuously squirming tentacles softly
nestled against my cheek. I gently stroked it, stared at my own licentiously
made up body, and smiled.
Big brother slowly flopped down right beside me. When I quietly turned
my eyes to him, I saw that he was staring back at me.
"Big brother."
"Lilia."
We called each other's names. That alone was enough to fill my heart.
About ten days had passed since the day we first coupled. Having become
slaves to the pleasure of being with the person we most loved—and that
engendered by a monster's body—we'd been making love like this every
day. So much so that the first several days we'd even forgotten eating and
sleeping.
Big brother was becoming a full incubus now. Even his almost-
transparent blue eyes were turning a mana-suffused purple, the same as
mine. I was a little glad they matched.
"I love you, Lilia," big brother whispered to me softly, and kissed my
cheek. In return, I stuck out my tongue and licked the side of his face. I
tasted his sweat on the tip of my tongue. Gleaming traces of saliva remained
on his flushed cheek.
For a while, we stayed embracing each other on the bed, basking in the
post-coital languor.

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All of a sudden, I sensed a presence in the room. Still lying down, I turned
my face towards the door.
 The darkness of night was blackly piling up in a corner of the room, filling
it. An ordinary person probably wouldn't have been able to tell, but I was a
monster, and I noticed the figure of a person standing there. A figure I
wasn't likely to mistake, even muddled with the lingering aftertaste of
pleasure. I made sure of what I was seeing, and let out a little cry in spite of
myself.
A lone woman, leaning against the door and staring amusedly in my
direction. When she noticed that my gaze had shifted, she turned up the
corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes. The smiling-faced woman
opened her mouth, and spoke with an air of intimacy.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Her silver hair framed a beautiful face that no one could resist being
charmed by; her red eyes were cheerfully narrowed; and the white devil tail
that extended from the hem of her garment was swaying listlessly.
At the sight of the person who, in a certain sense, could be called my
benefactor—no, my mother—I raised myself on the bed and smiled sweetly.
"Oh. Good day."
"Hee hee. Good day. And you must be the brother. Pleased to meet you."
The lilim flashed a smile and greeted us. Reflexively, big brother bobbed his
head in return.
"P, pleased to meet you. I'm Lilia's older brother. Umm, it seems you
helped my sister, and she's very grateful to you, so..."
His odd greeting provoked a smile from the lilim.
"Not at all. As long as you two are happy, that's enough for me."
Then the lilim looked at my body, covered in semen, and giggled.
"Oh my. You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. I hope I'm not
interrupting."
Those words, delivered in a teasing tone, made us both blush. The lilim
saw that, and grinned amusedly. She seemed to have had enough of teasing
us for a while, and walked briskly over to the bed.
"How are you? Then again, now that I get a good look at you, I suppose
there's no need to ask. It looks like you managed to hit it off with your
brother."
"Yes. I'm happy all the time. I can feel so good with my beloved big
brother now, after all," I answered, putting both fluffy hands to my cheeks,
in which the flush had deepened from the slight embarrassment I felt. Big
brother nodded in agreement, his cheeks similarly flushed.
"Tee hee hee. I'm glad you were able to get it to suit you."
The lilim looked delighted and satisfied at our happiness, as if it had been
her own. At that expression, we ended up with smiling faces just like hers.
"By the way, what brings you here today?" I straightened my posture and
asked the lilim. Now that I was a monster myself, I possessed information—
albeit hazy—about Her Majesty the Dark Lord and the lilim. It was difficult to
believe that she, a daughter of the Dark Lord, had come all the way to a
place like this just to see how I was doing.
Just as I expected, the lilim, still smiling calmly, began to speak.
"Well, as a matter of fact, there is something I'd like you to give me a bit
of help with."
The unexpected request prompted me to exchange a glance with big
brother.
"Something you want our help with?" I repeated, and the lilim nodded.
"You see, I'd like to set up a branch of the Sabbath in this town."
"The Sabbath?" I answered with a question, puzzled by the unfamiliar
word. Beside me, big brother was looking equally bewildered. Seeing our
confusion, the lilim continued.
"That's right. It's one of the groups that preaches about the virtues of
monsters and how wonderful it is to make love as one desires. Even among
those, the Sabbath is an organization particularly dedicated to spreading a
certain ideology and sense of values, I suppose. Well, I'll explain about that
in detail later."
She glanced out the window. From this room on the second floor, the
lights of houses could be seen standing in rows beneath the night sky.
 "The main point is that I want to teach the virtues of monsters to the
people of this town. And as a first step, I'll be changing some girls into
monsters. You just became a baphomet, so I'd like to ask you to help."
At those words, that lovely sensation I'd felt when I became a monster
was revived within me. The memory alone was enough to send a shiver
down my spine. And now I would be able to let everyone taste that
pleasure. It seemed a fascinating, delightful thing to do.
Instinctively, my mouth formed into the shape of a smile. Seeing my
expression, the lilim grinned cheerfully.
"Hee hee. Going by the look on your face, I doubt I even need to ask your
answer. Well then, I look forward to working with you again, my cute little
baphomet."
Leaving those words behind her, the lilim vanished into the darkness. Big
brother and I, left in the room, exchanged glances, and tried to imagine
everyone in this town becoming monsters and passing joyful days with the
people they loved. Surely, that would be the most wonderful thing in the
world. We were unable to check our growing arousal, and overlapped our
bodies again.
I had a feeling that the day this town would become a paradise for
monsters wasn't so far off.

The end.
Afterword

First-timers, pleased to meet you. Returning readers, it's been a while.

Strange here. I'm not sure how it happened, but your reading this page must
mean that I was able to get this book out alright.
This will be my second book. It's a thin one this time, and there's only one
story in it, so I humbly apologize to those who particularly wanted to see a
monster girl that isn't featured. (But then, I would like to believe that those
who picked it up after seeing the cover and title are at least satisfied with
the species of monster girl that appear in this book.)
I've heard that there are people who read the afterword first, so I
thought I should make sure to put something interesting in it, but now that I
come to write it I'm not sure what I should be writing. I struggled more with
this page than the with actual text in my last book, and it's giving me trouble
again this time. It's like I'm not maturing at all.
Be that as it may, I can't very well finish without writing anything. So as
not to spoil anything, I'll only touch briefly on the subject matter.
I'm sure that those of you have read the book already know, but the
theme this time is "monsterization." And monsterization that isn't just a
complete physical change, but a transformation of consciousness and values
too. I suspect that there are more than a few "monsterization lovers" among
the fans of Kenkō Cross' original work, the Monster Girl Encyclopedia.
This story is also set in the world of the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, but
unlike my previous work, Diary of the Age of Monster Love, it takes place in
an era when humans and monsters are still in conflict. From a human point
of view, "monsters" will naturally be objects of avoidance and fear. To a
human woman in an era and a world like that, becoming one of those
monsters herself would be... Well, I think it's difficult to imagine what it
would be like. A heroine who has a sense of values like that is—How should I
put it?—There's something about it that makes my heart go pitter-patter.
Actually, while I was writing the transformation scene I got carried away and
in the end it wound up being quite a bit longer than I'd initially planned. I
hope that works out for the best and you enjoy it.
 Now, I've ended up putting this last, but I'd like to thank the people who
helped me make this book possible. I would like to express my heartfelt
thanks to Kenkō Cross, who has taken time out of his busy schedule again to
draw beautiful illustrations for me; exet, who gave me many words of advice
and encouragement when I fell into a slump while writing; The Dullahan's
Groom, who sent me their impressions in detail; and most of all to the
readers who picked this book up and read it.
Well then, I hope when have the opportunity to meet again somewhere.
When that time comes, I beg your further consideration.

Strange