Chapter 85: Banquet (1)
Chapter 85: The Banquet (1)
'Where... is this?'
Isia opened her eyes.
Her surroundings were pitch black.
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before surveying the area.
She was inside a cave.
Beyond that, she couldn't discern anything else.
'Why am I here?'
Her fragmented thoughts began connecting.
Memories submerged beneath consciousness surfaced.
Seo-ah's sudden betrayal.
Her strength rapidly drained by the betrayal of someone she trusted.
Though she fought desperately, she'd been ambushed.
Moreover, her companions couldn't use their abilities.
Isia and two others had been helplessly subdued.
Despite their considerable power and skills.
'I clearly lost consciousness and collapsed. So why am I still alive?'
She wondered in confusion.
If the goal was extermination, she should already be dead.
Yet here she was, perfectly unharmed.
'What's the purpose here? Hostages?'
She considered the possibilities.
Hostages seemed the most plausible explanation.
But her mother would never negotiate with monsters.
Her fate had been sealed the moment she was captured.
The Monster was taking the form of a goblin.
"Dinner time for my cute bunnies."
Click.
Lights suddenly turned on in the opposite room.
The Monster had turned them on.
The Monster shed its goblin form.
The amorphous liquid shape she'd first encountered now undulated before her.
'Those people...'
Familiar faces filled the room.
Friends who'd been in Seo-ah's group.
The very ones who'd attacked them alongside Seo-ah.
Scions of prestigious families, women who'd lived enviable lives now stood dressed in bunny girl outfits.
Isia narrowed her eyes as she scanned the room.
These were humanity's betrayers.
She memorized their faces for future elimination.
"Monster-nim! Me! Please come to me!"
A woman with innocent features spread her thighs.
Her outfit - barely covering her genitals - tightened suggestively.
Plump mounds protruded outward.
"Me too! Give it to me too!"
A quiet-looking woman pleaded competitively.
The scene reminded Isia of the saying about quiet cats being first on the stove.
"Fine. Let's do both at once."
The Monster enveloped both women.
Their forms disappeared within crimson flesh masses.
Screams and moans echoed through the chamber.
"Hiiieeeek... eh?"
The climactic screams abruptly stopped.
The women sounded confused.
"That's enough for now. I'll give you more each time you share how you've helped the Kingdom."
The Monster spoke.
The sight was ridiculous.
A monster calling itself a king without subjects to rule - the absurdity left her speechless.
"Me! I invented something to torment women better!"
An intelligent-looking woman presented an ointment-like substance.
She enthusiastically explained its effects - an ointment causing intense itching upon skin contact.
"Oh, this could be fun."
The Monster approved, taking the ointment.
"I designed clothing."
Another woman presented garments.
Lewd dog-ear accessories adorned the outfits.
But the women thought differently.
Like courtiers flattering their king, they boasted of their achievements.
"This will be useful too."
The self-proclaimed king collected his tributes.
After stacking them aside, he performed something.
An intangible wave emanated from the Monster.
A new room materialized opposite them.
Inside clustered various women - from celebrities Isia recognized to Hunters.
Their common trait? All were exceptionally beautiful.
"These will do nicely."
The Monster selected three women like produce at market.
"Let's test on these."
He applied the ointment.
Crimson tentacles tortured their erogenous zones.
Nipples, clitoris - no sensitive area was spared.
"Hnnngh!"
The women shrieked.
Bit gags muffled their cries, but their agonized thrashing spoke clearly.
Thick drool trailed from their mouths.
"Need cock?"
"Ugh! Uuugh!"
One woman nodded frantically, unable to endure.
The Monster pompously bestowed his member.
Suppressed screams again filled the room.
Gulp.
Observing women swallowed saliva as they watched.
White love juice dripped down their thighs.
"This is fun. Should test it on the cunt-slut too."
The Monster finished copulating.
Satisfaction colored his voice.
He immediately produced another woman.
One tightly bound from head to toe.
Her faint energy signature marked her as an Ability User.
A recently captured Hunter.
Na-in.
"Y-yes, I'll do well. Just tell me what to do."
She nodded eagerly.
The Monster repeated the process.
Applying ointment to sensitive areas.
"Gyaaaaah!"
Na-in contorted violently.
Maddened by the itching.
But her bindings reduced struggles to futile squirming.
Na-in writhed like a caterpillar.
"How should I play with you like this?"
The Monster mounted her, touching everywhere.
Slender tentacles tortured her nipples.
Sucker-tipped tentacles pulled at her clit.
Each touch drew scream-like moans.
The Monster gave her no respite.
Reapplying ointment when effects waned.
She convulsed in torturous ecstasy.
Reduced to a squirming plaything.
Hell.
An inescapable hell.
"Getting bored. Last one."
The Monster transformed his tentacle.
Thick, studded with bumps.
Viscous fluid coated its surface.
Unimaginable what such a thing would do entering a pussy.
Especially one inflamed by ointment.
It would ruin her completely.
But Na-in had no choice.
"Huhk. Huhk."
Only ragged breaths proved she still lived.
Squelch.
The thick tentacle penetrated her pussy.
"Ugh..."
A lewd moan and soft sigh escaped her.
At first relief.
Then ecstasy.
The ridges scratched her vaginal walls, relieving the itch.
The tentacle advanced slowly.
Savoring her passage.
At halfway point, it suddenly plunged deep.
"Hiiiiik!"
Na-in's body stiffened mid-writhe.
Her back arched like a bow.
Dull eyes flew wide, mouth gaping.
Tears streamed - whether from pain or pleasure unclear.
"Now let's begin properly."
The Monster adorned her body.
Crimson tentacles enveloped her.
All but her head disappeared within crimson flesh.
"Hik. Hik."
Gasping breaths alone confirmed her survival.
Time passed.
The Monster's two female attendants weren't idle.
They moved among the captive women, diligently applying ointment.
Delighting in their agonized thrashing.
Undeniably insane.
However it happened, they'd attached themselves to the Monster like Seol-hwa.
"Kyaaak... hnngh!"
Thud.
Na-in emerged from the crimson flesh mass.
Body trembling uncontrollably.
White fluid coated every inch of her.
"Endured well. Pumped you full. You'll be much stronger now."
"Th-thank... you..."
Tearful from pain, yet she expressed gratitude.
How she remained sane was baffling.
Though initially incomprehensible, Isia soon understood.
Na-in's power had slightly increased.
Isia finally grasped the situation.
The Monster possessed power to expand human limits.
For those with mediocre talent, his existence must seem like salvation.
"Monster-nim, over here-"
The two women presented pre-prepared captives.
Bodies heated to fever pitch by ointment.
"Ah, right. Almost forgot."
The Monster approached belatedly.
Crimson flesh masses consumed the women.
Soon after, the flesh withdrew.
"This should suffice. Leave them restrained until they start grinding on air."
The women were locked in restraints.
The king's two handmaidens patrolled between bound forms.
Muffled moans filled the chamber.
"Now let's enjoy the finest dish."
The Monster turned.
He walked toward where Isia lay.