Mob Yandere

[Part 1/4]

It was loudly worshipped, but it was so thirsty.

It was incredibly hungry.

Its body was so rotted, it was a miracle it was still alive.

Its body, compressed by force, was squeezed to a fraction of its size.

That compressed body was burned by high heat and turned carbonized.

Its skin, flesh, and even its nerves were dead.

It had lost all its senses.

Yet, its core was still alive.

Hungry.

Starving.

Thirsty.

Dry.

Lacking every element needed to live, it couldn't even search for them.

It had lost the arms and voice to ask for help.

In some ways, it was a wretched, pitiful, and ugly existence, even worse than a worm.

Its body was soaked in a medicinal bath.

A spirit water, boiled with compassion and mixed with various spiritual medicines, became a soup of life.

Its whole body was immersed in it.

The compassionate water was special, highly rated.

But it was not enough.

Far from enough.

This wasn't enough to make a difference.

And it knew.

The purpose of the bath wasn't to heal.

Many gentle hands bathed and washed it.

They carefully dissolved, unraveled, and melted the carbonized skin.

That was crucial.

Peeling away the carbonized flesh that bound it was necessary.

The bath served as an anesthetic to ease the pain.

It was lifted out of the water.

At the same time, a low groan escaped—a scream.

The core, exposed after collapsing the carbonized flesh, was now just bone and bare nerves.

Touching the air, even with anesthesia, caused intense, indescribable pain.

If its body was whole, the scream would have echoed far and wide.

In reality, it had only just regained its voice, healed by the compassionate water deep in its throat.

It had been screaming soundlessly until it was brought here.

An eerie scream echoed endlessly...

Everyone gathered around to look at it.

Red, stunted, ugly lumps of meat, bone, and nerves.

A form that couldn't even be called a newborn.

In a way, its true form, stripped of skin.

A grotesque creature exposed, struggling, but even that couldn't satisfy its desires.

It sought life.

It sought the sustenance of its own flesh and blood.

Something like tentacles, not even close to hands, writhed and yearned for it.

It pleaded to the void with screams.

Its wish could be granted.

It was embraced with compassion by one of its followers.

Offered up with devotion.

Immediately, it followed its primal instinct and latched on.

Squeezing out, squeezing, sucking out, biting strongly, then pulling out.

Drinking the nourishing juice of life with all its focus.

The whole body of the prey spasmed.

It was hugged tightly, its head stroked, but it couldn't recognize anything because it had lost its senses.

It didn't matter.

It only sought the sweet dew to keep its own life going.

'......!!? ?'

The source of the sweet honey it received quickly dried up.

It drank it all down.

No matter how much it ate, bit, nibbled, or licked, nothing more came out.

It made a whimpering sound that couldn't be a proper voice.

When it did, it was soothed, and the other offered comfort, looking apologetic.

Suddenly, it flipped and fed again, wetting its throat.

But even that didn't last long...

It wasn't enough.

It was not enough at all.

To keep it alive and become whole, it was completely insufficient.

It writhed its small body, expressing its displeasure.

The sacrificial creature cried out desperately, begging for forgiveness.

None of that mattered.

What it needed was kindness.

If it wasn't enough, oh well.

It had no choice but to take it more directly.

Its mouth split like petals, grew fangs, and countless tongues wriggled like slugs...

The tip of the honey sac gently touched its torn mouth.

It quickly realized it was someone else's flesh.

It didn't care.

Its anger suddenly vanished, its cries stopped.

It immediately devoured it quietly, obediently, and steadily sipped.

It sipped.

It sipped... what it needed was the source of flesh and blood, and there was no time to waste on anger.

It was thirsty.

The next offering was presented humbly.

Thirsty.

The next sacrificial one offered itself again.

It seemed to be reciting some kind of hymn, but it couldn't hear without ears.

It didn't matter.

It didn't interest it.

Just present it.

Just give it.

Just serve obediently.

It savored the offering.

It consumed another.

It devoured a third.

It relished each one.

There were larger ones too.

Smaller ones as well.

Soft ones too.

Hard ones as well.

Different shapes.

Ones easy to hold.

Ones easy to suck.

Ones easy to lick.

Ones easy to bite.

It quickly consumed everything.

It drank it all down.

It transformed it into its own flesh and blood...

'......'

It consumed many, but it was too slow.

It was annoying.

If it left everything to them, this thirst would never be quenched.

It was in a hurry, but this was... slow.

Clumsy.

Stupid.

For a servant!

Useless people!!

'...!!!!'

So it pushed them down.

It stretched out its hands and feet.

It grew more hands and feet.

It restrained a new offering that came.

It pinned them down.

It buried its head in the offering's honey bag.

It squeezed the defenseless offering without hesitation.

It bit, chewed, crushed, and pulled until it gushed out.

While it was doing that, it pulled another offering nearby and reached out to grope another one.

The gushing nectar soaked into its skin and healed its flesh...

Sweet.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Delicious.

Delicious.

Delicious.

Delicious.

The clear taste further stimulated its appetite.

Its stomach had no bottom.

Of course.

It was almost dead.

It needed as much nectar as possible to get blood and flesh.

It had to drink it all.

It slurped many.

It devoured many.

When it was gone, it threw it away and looked for the next one.

It stepped on the disposable ones and tasted the offerings that came to it.

There were plenty of refills.

It was really fortunate.

The food here was limited.

Blood and flesh were finished once eaten, but the nectar would make itself again if it left it alone.

It didn't have to worry about food.

Above all, its own guts were still tattered.

It didn't know if it could digest solids, let alone the juice.

It was really convenient to have many honey bags.

'!? ...!!!!'

Suddenly, it felt a sensation in its lower abdomen.

With a feeling of discomfort, it punished the cheeks of the impertinent offering with burning flesh.

While they were stunned, it grabbed their legs with an arm from behind and dragged them in front of it.

Their legs must have been open so stupidly.

It hung them upside down and roared and shouted at the place where their face should be.

It was furious at the unbefitting rudeness.

What insolence was this mere offering bag?

What it should prioritize now was itself.

Not sowing seeds.

It had no obligation to show mercy to a bag that had many substitutes, even if it consumed itself.

And this was...!!

'......!!!!'

The servant seemed truly scared by the display of anger.

Scared yet ecstatic, they worshipped and became infatuated.

It could feel many hostile gazes gathering on such an embarrassing sight.

They seemed to be criticizing the sneak attack.

Punishment was necessary.

A public example was needed.

As the king of the pack, it was its duty to impose order.

"Ah..."

So it slammed the flesh slave down onto the floor.

It climbed on top of them without hesitation.

Naturally, it put its weight down.

The flesh was defenseless.

Instead, it spread everything and even showed its acceptance as a sign of atonement.

There was nothing to feel.

Not even being virtuous.

Serving oneself was merely the natural duty of the servant species.

So they accepted this attitude calmly.

Without hesitation or conflict, it opened its jaws wide and tried to swallow the sacrificial flesh whole...

'...?'

It raised its head, sensing a presence nearby.

It felt the mixed presence of many servant species around it... but they didn't matter.

What mattered was that presence.

There was an especially prime sacrifice... hiding from it.

Realizing this made it furious.

This was absolutely unacceptable.

Everything should be for it.

It should become the foundation for it.

It should exist for its prosperity.

'!!!!'

So it twisted its body.

It recomposed itself.

It transformed itself.

This was the blessing granted to it by the great 'Mother.'

By absorbing many species and many individuals, it could endlessly evolve itself.

It exercised the power to reshape.

Steam billowed from its body, heat spewed out, and countless ears and eyeballs began to appear all over it.

With sight and hearing, it finally recognized the state of its surroundings.

A dark, confined room.

Countless candle stands.

Illusions from the light.

An altar.

Many offerings.

Yellow, white, and black.

"Reiki (spiritual energy)," with a light touch of "Youki (demonic energy)," even mixed with "Shinki (divine energy)."

Things to admire and things left breathless on the floor.

Those dancing wildly, shaking the decorations, forming a circle.

No exception, markings carved into their skin.

The repeated songs of praise... they were not important.

It really didn't care.

There was only one thing to find.

'...!!!!'

And then it found it and rushed toward it.

Wrapping around, coming closer, pushing away the offerings like dust, shoving them aside, and racing forward.

It was like the moon.

The moon goddess of Nanban.

Hair shining like moonlight, with emerald green eyes.

A strange hat, a staff in hand, and a naked girl draped only in a fur cloak.

A witch, reigning as a high priestess on the altar, looking down with a proud smile...

'HHHH!!!!'

A roar right in front of it.

It was so arrogant.

Her head held high.

She glared, anger spewing from her eyes and nose, like she was throwing spit everywhere.

She looked down at it with confidence, and that attitude annoyed it so much.

So it grabbed her hair with its hands spread wide.

It caught her wrist.

Grabbing her neck, looping around her waist, pulling off her cloak, squeezing tightly.

But her smile stayed the same, infuriating and maddening.

It had to show her the balance of power.

So it pushed her fragile body down.

Many bodies surrounded the offering bag, piercing the skin.

Yet her alluring smile never changed, and so...

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"...What!?"

I woke up with a nasty sweat.

My pajamas were open.

My skin was soaking wet.

My heart raced.

I was dumbfounded by feelings hard to describe.

"A dream...?"

When I woke up, the scene in my mind disappeared, but it was horrible.

Scary, and it felt unreal.

It felt like a very cruel and terrible scene.

I didn't know why I had such a dream.

It was just a nightmare.

"Is it because it's getting hot...? Hmm?"

I wondered about the cause of the nightmare, and then frowned at the feeling inside the futon.

I slowly lifted it up, which was strangely bulging.

Immediately, a warm heat brushed my cheek.

And then I saw it.

Like beasts hibernating, children were sleeping soundly in the futon, huddled together... One of them noticed something strange, rubbed their eyelids, and yawned.

They didn't care about their disheveled appearance and looked at me with a sleepy face.

"Yawn... Master? Ehehe, good morning!"

"Shall we get everyone out of here for now?"

I, the 'Master', declared this to the little brats who greeted me with a carefree smile.

In a way, it was the start of a usual day, a usual morning...

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"Now, let's change your clothes, okay?"

The maid smiled gently and declared.

The maid, Shio, with her characteristic tied-up black hair, took off my sweat-soaked nightclothes.

I hardly moved, but my clothes were quickly taken off, and then Nagisa, with a youthful face, appeared holding a water bucket.

"Let's wash your face, okay?"

As soon as she said that, the maid started wiping my face with a cloth soaked in water.

Not just my face, but the other maids also gathered around and wiped the sweat off my whole body.

Around my neck, under my arms, even between my thighs, they took care of me meticulously, leaving nothing untouched.

"..."

The gentle touch of silk.

I could feel the soft touch of their hands even through it.

I looked at my own body.

It was the complete opposite, rough and hard, and covered in scars.

It seemed very mismatched.

"Next, your mouth..."

"I'll shave your beard too. Please don't move."

While I was thinking about that, the next part started.

Meguru placed her hand under my chin and started to brush inside my mouth with a toothpick.

At the same time, Sara skillfully pressed a razor against my cheek.

I was given a water jar to rinse my mouth, washed my face, brushed my hair, and finally put on my kimono.

In a slim little kimono, with a haori...

"How do you find it?"

"...Ah. Well, I guess it's okay, huh?"

Toward Shio, who confidently asks while holding the mirror, I give a vague reply.

I look at myself in the mirror, my figure dressed in the kimono, touching the patterned design on it.

I trace with my finger the orange blossom crest sewn with gold thread.

I keep staring at my face.

I feel an indescribable discomfort.

It's as if something is missing, a certain emptiness...

"Is there something, you're unhappy about?"

"No... It's perfect. Thank you. That helps."

Maybe she felt a little uneasy about my attitude?

She came closer and gently stroked my head in a gesture of apology.

My stiff body moved badly, and her touch was awkward.

And more than anything, compared to everyone else, her love was with rough, ragged hands.

Honestly, I thought her gentle hair might be hurt, which could be unpleasant, but she only narrowed her eyes and accepted what was done.

Our eyes met, and she smiled happily.

I was happy she was pleased.

"...Got it, got it. Let's do it in order, huh?"

Seeing everyone waiting in line with eager looks, I forced a smile and asked for cooperation.

I didn't understand what was good about it at all, but if it made these people, who usually take care of me so kindly, happy, I thought that was very fortunate.

In the end, the playfulness with them continued until the morning call for breakfast, with Kuroe, the maid, coming to call, and taking more time to fondle the sulking her...

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- Shio: A gentle maid with tied-up black hair; responsible for changing clothes.

- Nagisa: A youthful maid who brings water and helps wash the Master.

- Meguru: A maid who cleans the Master's mouth; calm and attentive.

- Sara: A precise maid who shaves the Master with care.

- Kuroe: A sulky maid who calls for breakfast; gets emotional when left out.