Eyes Open
It was an unfamiliar ceiling. Or rather, that line would have fit if what filled my vision wasn't an endless expanse of darkness.
Why am I lying down? Oh, right. I took that abortion punch.
There was nothing inside but an egg, so it was more of a uterus punch than an abortion, but the fact remained that I'd taken the hit and blacked out.
My womb's being quiet, so no face-fucking happened. Arms and legs are tied.
I gave the ropes an experimental tug. They gave a little, but the crimson cords binding my limbs held firm. At this point, the only answer seemed to be slamming a full-power Holy Arrow into them.
"Your Holy Arrow won't cut these, you know. They're magic ropes. And by the way, they say beauties are heavy sleepers, but haven't you been out a little too long?"
I ignored the rest of Grace's chatter and looked at the ropes again. Now that I paid attention, they weren't simply painted red—they actually glowed with a crimson light.
If it were Marie, maybe… no, even with Marie here I wasn't sure.
Even if I got free, one uterus punch and I'd be out cold again. Plus there'd be retaliation for escaping, so the conclusion was that I was stuck like this for now.
Thinking of Marie made me wonder how she was doing.
"Where's Marie?"
"Marie? Ah, you mean that doll?"
"It's Marie now. I decided, and she accepted it."
"You must be quite fond of her. Don't worry. Gentle little me is face-fucking and stirring her up, so she's having lovely dreams."
Damn. I'd been NTRed. But the damage was zero. I'd already gotten fucked senseless myself—whining about NTR at this point was pointless.
"No, wait. The hero's body isn't a virgin anymore, right? But if I reset the body, it becomes a virgin again. There's still a chance."
"…What on earth are you talking about?"
"You wouldn't get it."
"What are you even saying?"
Ah, she doesn't know. The clown's famous line that turned an entire society into a laughingstock?
Then again, for these creatures it was probably comedy way above their level. I looked at Grace with a sneer full of my trademark chosen-one superiority, and sure enough, her face crumpled in irritation.
"Fufu, ufufufu!"
But then Grace spread a nasty smile straight out of a villain's playbook, like something had suddenly become hilarious. I gave the ropes another tug just in case they'd snap, but they were still solid—and if I wasn't imagining it, they were getting tighter.
"Did you prepare something?"
"Yes, Successor. Something your womb will be delighted with."
Successor—meaning me? More importantly, prepared?
"Uh, something I'll be delighted with?"
Snap!
Grace ignored me and flicked her fingers. From the darkness, other Graces carried out a limbless, heavily pregnant Grace.
Yeah, I was fucked. You could say I was overreacting over a mere limbless pregnant omanko-dance-impossible onahole, but—
"Why is that thing writhing?"
"Babies kicking is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
"That… is writhing like crazy."
Forget the size of the belly—this wasn't the occasional fetal kick. It was churning like water just starting to boil.
Status window! What the hell is that!?
Detection function lost.
Please contact the Main System.
Dead end. With the functions degraded, it couldn't identify whatever that was. But I quickly realized the answer wasn't that hard.
A human baby wouldn't move like that, so it was a monster. And among monsters, one that came in large numbers.
I found the perfect description for that belly.
「Like a balloon with loaches thrashing around inside.」
"Tentacles?"
"Hohoho, seventy points."
"And the other thirty?"
"Eheheh, you'll know when you see it."
I'm not some isekai know-it-all—how am I supposed to know just by looking…? If it has four legs I can go "Ah, a dog!" but "Ah, a Shih Tzu!" is a whole different story.
Then the martial-artist Grace who'd uterus-punched me earlier appeared, raised her fist, and drove it straight into the limbless pregnant Grace's belly.
Thud!
"Uhyiiiiiiing♡♡♡♡ They're being born, daaah♡ The spoiled brats who wanted to stay in Mama's tummy are coming ouuut♡♡♡♡"
Pssssshhhh!!!
Love juices sprayed from the pregnant Grace's pussy in a perfect arc, but nothing really changed.
It kept writhing, and the pussy showed no sign of opening.
"As expected, that much isn't enough. In that case… Soulsteel Bullet!"
THWOOOOM!
"Hyaaaaaah?!!!! My babieees♡♡♡♡♡♡ Please, I'm begging yooou♡♡ I'll do a C-section sooo♡♡ Just spare the babieeees♡♡♡♡"
The pregnant Grace's belly momentarily lost its shape, caved in on one side, then bounced back.
Dead. Whatever the babies inside were, I was sure they'd just been killed—right then.
Shlaaaash!
A thick black club…
Churrrrrrrk?!!
"…No, tentacles? They're fucking long!"
I was less shocked that tentacles had come out of a pussy and more horrified by their length.
In the game, baby tentacles were about fifteen centimeters long and five wide, with lots of siblings.
In other words, small but numerous. But that length… no matter how you looked at it, they were adult-sized or bigger. And there were quite a few of them.
Churk, churrrrrk!
"Yes, I have awakened you! You have a duty to fulfill!"
"You can talk? All I hear is churk-churk noises."
"We converse not with mouths and ears, but with our hearts."
The leader Grace clasped her hands and prayed.
"Bullshit, you fucking bitch."
……So hearts really do connect, huh?
"You mixed up the double quotes and single quotes."
Leader Grace narrowed her eyes and scolded me. Yeah, that one was on me. Let's do it properly.
"Bullshit, you fucking bitch."
Bullshit, you fucking bitch.
"Hey!! At least the bare minimum of manners. Put on some fake politeness if nothing else!"
"No! When you really think about it, it's because of the existence called Grace that I've been getting fucked raw and going insane in this world!"
I hated Grace. But I liked sex. Sex with Grace, though? Not so much. That bastard took my virginity and dumped me in that place where Morus and the goblins started the whole fucking spree.
BAAAANG!
"Gueeeeeeeek!"
A huge noise and Grace's pig-slaughter scream rang out at the same time. Leader Grace and I both whipped our heads around. Way off in the distance, the martial-artist Grace had been sent flying. At this sudden development, everyone except the tentacles—me and all the Graces—stood with mouths hanging open.
Well, one Grace was grinning like she was having the time of her life.
"Ufufu♡ Our baby is so much healthier than Mama thought? I figured it would be weak from being stuck in the womb the whole time♡"
Churrrnnnnk. Churoooook!
The pregnant Grace smiled like she would have stroked the tentacle if she still had hands, and the tentacle—whether out of consideration or just because it wanted to—kept rubbing its tip against her cheek.
"Hey, was that part of the plan?"
"…There are some differences, but as long as it fucks you, there's no problem."
"Ah, shit! Now you're having me get railed by tentacles!?"
"The first time is always hard… uh-oh, it's going berserk! Stop it!"
This was the absolute worst. Before I entered the Forbidden Area maybe, but right now only people got me going.
Come to think of it, my head really has cleared up. Why?
I stared into empty air, lost in thought. The screams, the vibrations, the flashy fireballs and lightning bolts flying around—none of it registered. I just kept thinking.
"Is this post-nut clarity? I was deep in pussy-sucking mode and then suddenly went cold. What do you think, status window?"
I'd been burning hot and then took a Grace attack, so it was entirely possible this was genuine rather than me just being an asshole.
Serena's Status:Calm. Desolate.
"Yeah, post-nut clarity it is. When's Marie waking up?"
00 : 04 : 26
Had I really been asleep that long? Well, I'd been reading books cover to cover while repeatedly climaxing with a dildo in my pussy, so it tracked.
I turned my head again to watch the Graces' complete shitshow.
"Boss, the Messenger's hide is too tough!"
"And Number 57's maternal instincts kicked in—she's going wild!"
"Ahahahah! Seeing our lively little tentacle makes Mama so happy!!!"
Total chaos. And the fact that the Graces were acting like complete idiots was so funny I couldn't stop the laughter from leaking out, but nobody noticed.
"Wait, why are we even fighting? As long as we have the Successor and the Messenger, isn't that enough?"
One of the Graces said that, and every Grace looked at her, then at each other.
Then they put away their weapons and all started running away at once.
"What the!? Stand and fight! You're a Saintess!"
"It's a class change! And we're not dying, so don't worry toooo much!"
They fled. More than that—the Grace who'd been ridiculously full of justice was running?
I really felt how different the game and reality were as I tried every method I could think of to free the ropes. They wouldn't budge.
In the end, only me, the tentacles, and the mother body—Grace Number 57—were left.
"Can you go easy on me?"
I asked with a dubious expression, but honestly, without a face I couldn't read its intentions at all.
Churrrrrrrk!
Pwoook!
"Hueeeeeeeek♡♡♡ My pussy and wooooomb♡♡♡♡"
Ah. Now I got the intention. The intention to fuck me.
"Slurp, slurp♡♡ It's really delicious. Number 6, you should try some too."
"…"
"Number 6?"
Grace Number 5 looked at the silent Number 6 with a puzzled expression. And the Number 6 she saw had her eyes wide open and her mouth hanging open.
Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, Number 5 saw it too.
Golden pupils.