Found You

Once inside the skull of the Great Witch, Speaker, and ruler of the market, Scarlet Astrea, the tendrils coiled tightly around her brain.

"Eh?!"

In the next instant, they injected a torrent of strange, corrupting magic that surged through every sulcus and fissure, transforming the mind of the arrogant, cold, and imposing woman—once filled with sharp cunning, political intrigue, sagacity, and an insatiable greed for magic crystals—into something entirely different.

"Hmm?! Eh?! Ah?!"

In a single moment, all of her intellect, her schemes, and her haughty wisdom dissolved, utterly erased and replaced by flooded instincts strictly centered around anal orgasms, the euphoric sensations of deep anal sex, defecation-induced pleasure, and the total degradation of her personality.

(Ssssss...)

In this manner, the tendrils gripping the cold, arrogant witch’s brain contracted violently inward like a ruthless blender...

"Eh, eh, eh, eh?!"

Through rapid liquefaction, they converted her cerebral matter into a purple, sludgy compound resembling liquid excrement.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~!!"

Consequently, suspended helplessly in midair, Scarlet’s magnificent body shuddered uncontrollably. Her lush, fleshy lips—painted in a cold, glossy lipstick—stretched into a comical, dazed circle as a deep flush of ecstasy rapidly spread across her face.

"Oh my God... my mind... I..."

As a result, her once-cold and distant expression twisted completely as the parasitic magic melted her mental faculties...

(Sssss~♥!!)

At that moment, all the cunning, pride, and arrogance that had once defined the market's ruler vanished within seconds, replaced by a vacant, submissive trance.

(Pfft pfft~ Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft ♥~!!)

In midair, with her eyes rolled back and her gaze completely blank, the suspended figure of the Great Witch shuddered violently while the dissolved remnants of her consciousness and personality were purged and expelled through her ears, cascading down to stain the luxurious fibers of her attire.

(Pop pop pop pop pop pop... ♥!)

In this way, her personality, intellect, and dignity were entirely erased and corrupted, leaving behind nothing more than an empty, thoroughly broken shell floating inertly before the monstrous entity.

"Pff! Oh my God! My brain is shooting out! Oh my God! My brain is shooting out of my ass! Oh my God! My arrogant, lustful brain is shooting out of its ass!"

Thus, what had once been the majestic and feared Great Witch Scarlet Astrea arched her body spasmodically in midair, uttering sharp, unintelligible babbles as the monster's commands and impulses completely overwrote her consciousness.

"Oh my God! My brain is shooting out of its ass! Oh my God! My brain is shooting out of its ass! Oh my God! My brain is shooting out of its ass! Pff! Oh my God! My brain is shooting out of its ass..."

Devoid of intellect, judgment, or a will of her own, Scarlet surrendered to the overwhelming tide of the creature.

(Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop ♥~!!)

Thanks to that, her abdominal muscles contracted violently as the essence of her being and the entirety of her magic reserve were relentlessly extracted and purged from her body.

"...Aaaah... Aaah..."

All the wisdom, cunning, and pride accumulated over decades erupted from her like an uncontrollable cascade of magical energy and dissolved matter, settling in a heap at the feet of the entity—leaving the Speaker Witch completely emptied, suspended lifelessly in the air with a vacant stare.

"..."

Thus, when the process finally ceased, the only thing remaining carved into her broken mind and hollowed memory was the residual phantom of absolute, overwhelming ecstasy.

"What should we do? Lady Scarlet is also completely unreachable..."

Meanwhile, far from the quiet nightmare of the granary, a tense atmosphere enveloped a grand, dimly lit chamber.

"Impossible! She is the invincible Great Speaker Witch!"

Upon discovering that they could no longer reach Speaker Scarlet, the remaining high-ranking members of the Witches' Council convened for an urgent assembly.

"Should we send someone else to check the granary?"

"If you ask me, we should stay where we are. President Scarlet despises having anyone question her supreme authority or absolute power."

Seated around an ornate stone table, the Great Witches debated fiercely over the sudden crisis that had brought them together.

"Perhaps she simply overlooked the magical message or didn't bother to reply. If she were truly in danger, Her Ladyship would have contacted us. As troublesome as these creatures might be, simple monsters cannot defeat the distant Speaker Witch Scarlet who rules this realm. Besides, our primary concern is that mysterious hooded woman who continues to destroy everything in her path."

Over the past few days, the sudden appearance of the enigmatic hooded figure had caused utter destruction, easily overpowering every witch who had attempted to subdue her.

"I agree... If we send someone now, Her Ladyship will undoubtedly be displeased, and we might end up facing her wrath... Hey! Don't look at me like that, don't throw the blame on me!"

Aware of the growing threat, the Council had called an emergency meeting in hopes of relying on the Great Speaker Witch to resolve the crisis—completely unaware that, at that very moment, their ruler had already been utterly defeated.

"For now, it seems best to wait and see."

With that, the Great Witches unanimously decided to wait a little longer.

(ROAR! ROAR!)

Yet, right at that moment, as the phallic entity bellowed in the depths of the ruined granary...

"Found you."

A cold voice echoed through the rubble as the clash between monsters was about to begin.