Chapter 27

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The surroundings were utterly different. It felt as though the walls of flesh were writhing.

No, they really were walls of flesh. The blood trickling between them and the oily fluid that looked like meat broth proved it.

They even swelled and shrank in a rhythm like a beating heart.

And in that bizarre, unnatural place, unlike anything in the world above, a woman was writhing in pleasure.

"Hh, ah! Hah!"

"That's right, that's right… Why don't you cry out a little more?"

Each time the doppelganger wearing Lapis's appearance crooked a finger, Ribel, bound before her, writhed in pleasure.

Black liquid had bound Ribel's hands and feet as tightly as iron.

Her hands were held above her, her waist stretched out, and her legs fixed wide apart...