The Crocodile Is Already Long Since Infected
"L-let go. I said let go…."
Croker pleaded desperately.
"Please, just let me go. My tail, my tail is…."
The green-haired crocodile tribe leader was sprawled on the floor. Her tail was being held firmly while she lay there.
Just as a large tuna caught for auction is hoisted up by a hook, Croker’s tail was pulled taut and lifted high into the air.
Of course, it wasn't just the physical pain of being pulled that made her beg for release.
"D-don't hold it like that… Hiiik?"
She couldn't endure it. Whenever he gripped the tip of her tail, an intense, overwhelming stimulation surged through her spinal nervous system.
That intense sensation brought her to the brink of climax more times than she could count.
She had reached the peak so many times that she could no longer maintain her sanity.
She felt as if she were about to break apart completely.
And besides….
"I don't want to. Why should I?"
As Kanglim thrust his cock relentlessly while holding her tail, the stimulation Croker received doubled.
She climaxed just from having her tail held, and she climaxed just from being penetrated. Every time she reached the peak, her juices poured out like a waterfall. It had been a long time since not only her insides, but the very entrance where his pillar was joined to her, had become drenched in fluid.
Because she was so wet, Kanglim could thrust deeper and faster. As he worked his hips, the semen that had filled her womb sloshed around.
"Hii… y-you bad… haaa-ugh!"
Croker’s struggle to maintain her reason grew weaker and weaker. The mouth that had once only screamed in defiance now emitted nothing but lewd, gasping breaths. Even if she wanted to stop, she simply couldn't.
"As expected, you’re helpless when your tail is held."
Watching Croker fall apart, Kanglim wore a confident expression.
"I tried it as a 'let’s see what happens' approach, but I didn't think it would actually work this well."
He was injecting Magi through her tail.
Having been troubled by how her tail kept interfering with their sex by thrashing about, Kanglim had decided to simply corrupt the tail itself.
Even a crocodile tail, which boasted enough power to shatter bones with a single swing, couldn't withstand the poison of Magi.
With that simple thought, Kanglim had poured his energy into it.
"It seems not removing the tail was the right answer after all."
"Huuu, huuuu…."
The effect was tremendous—enough to completely blow away the last remnants of Croker’s reason. She glared at him as if she wanted to kill him, but seeing the heart-shaped patterns in her yellow pupils, it was safe to say the game was already over.
It wouldn't be long before the fortress known as Croker collapsed entirely.
"This is the second time. Take it!"
"N-no, no, no!"
Don't cum inside!
Ignoring Croker’s screams, Kanglim ejaculated deep within her.
"Hwaaaa, hauuu, huuuu…."
Like someone being electrocuted, her waist arched into a U-shape, her neck snapped back, and her yellow pupils shrank to the size of grains. She stiffened for a few seconds in that state before collapsing with a thud.
Saliva flowed endlessly from her parted lips, and tears streamed from her unfocused yellow eyes. After tasting climax after climax, Croker had sunk once again.
"Huuu-ugh?"
And as expected, her once-flat belly began to swell. Five seeds had already been planted from the previous ejaculation. Thanks to the fertilizer provided by the father, those seeds had become fruit, and Croker’s belly, carrying the fruit, grew larger than a full-term pregnancy.
"Now, stop. Please, stop…."
Ever since she had been dragged by Kanglim and locked in the facility’s delivery room, Croker had been raped incessantly. She was raped, became pregnant, and immediately reached full term, giving birth to at least five children every time. Whether it was a prank of the gods or not, the number was fixed at five.
To be precise, it was a miracle born from the harmony between the human experimentation performed by Talia and the lingering power of Kanglim’s cock.
Giving birth like this repeatedly had brought even the great crocodile tribe leader to the point where she couldn't hold out without declaring surrender.
If this continued, she might actually die. So, she begged Kanglim to stop once more, but—
"Nope, I don't want to."
"Haoook?"
Kanglim smiled broadly and pushed his cock in deep. Croker’s neck snapped back once again as she let out a cry.
"Why should I stop? I’m receiving my wonderful children. Don't whine and just keep giving birth. This is for the sake of my empire."
"I-I don't need an empire like that…!"
No counterargument was needed. Kanglim thrust his cock without mercy.
"Haoook, hooook, hauuu-ugh, fuooook!"
The more he thrust, the more all sorts of inhuman cries erupted from Croker’s mouth.
As his meat pillar grazed every single wrinkle on the cave walls, and as he slammed against the tightly blocked entrance of her womb, every collision of flesh brought Croker to a climax again and again.
She reached the peak so often that her eyes kept rolling back, showing only the whites, over and over.
'She seems almost broken now, so shall I try it?'
Thinking this, Kanglim brought something in front of Croker’s eyes.
"T-this is?"
It was a small metal plate, identical to the one Talia carried around. A video was being broadcast from the iron plate.
-Huuu-ugh, huuu-eep, huuu-eep!
-Ugh, uuu-ugh, uuu-uuu-ugh!
-Uuuuu, uuuuu-eep!
They were crocodile tribe warriors. They were restrained on delivery tables, without a single thread of clothing on them.
Devices reminiscent of VR headsets were strapped to their heads. The lights were off, as if they weren't operating yet.
They had gags with holes in the center forced into their mouths. Hoses were inserted into the holes, and the hoses were connected to large containers. The transparent hoses were clean, as if it were before they were supplied with nutrients.
Between their legs, long rods of the same thickness as Kanglim’s cock were inserted. At the end of the rods sat rectangular mechanical devices. They weren't operating yet, so no rhythmic thumping sounds could be heard.
Countless cables were plugged into their chests, which were as flat as iron plates. Since no drugs had been injected yet, there were no noticeable changes.
"These are the prisoners I captured when I invaded your island."
Kanglim kindly explained why the crocodile warriors were in the laboratory.
"You guys are notorious as the outlaws of the sea, right? I decided to make use of that."
The crocodile tribe could navigate the sea as freely as the turtle tribe. Based on the bite force inherited from their ancestors, they had the power to chew up anyone.
What if he used such guys as agents, just like the turtles?
This was the very reason the crocodile tribe was currently being remodeled, and Kanglim intended to use them as both agents and breeders.
"I’m going to turn them into warriors who work only for me."
"T-that’s…."
"But, you can stop it."
Kanglim pointed to a small rectangular mechanical device next to the iron plate—a device with a red button.
"If you don't press that button, you can save them."
"…."
"For your information, I won't do anything. I’ll stop this sex."
"Y-you’ll stop?"
"Yeah. I have three other women to deal with, so I can't just focus on you, can I?"
"…."
"Conversely, if you press it, I’ll thrust."
"…."
"Now, choose. I’ll wait."
He wouldn't do anything if she didn't press the button?
Usually, wouldn't it be normal to threaten someone by saying, 'If you endure, I won't press it; if you can't endure, I will'? Why would he entrust a weapon that could strangle his own neck to the enemy?
Croker was bewildered, but she had no intention of throwing away this opportunity.
"I won't press it."
Croker answered firmly.
"You’re giving me a chance? You stupid bastard. Do you really think I’d do that, knowing what choice I’d make?"
It was a foolish choice. The power of choice should be held by oneself, so what kind of idiot would give that to someone else in this world?
Could it be that he thought she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and would betray her own kin?
If that’s what he thought, she would show him what a stupid move that was. She would show him that she wasn't someone who would collapse just because she was being fucked by a cock.
That’s what she should do, but….
'Yeah, it feels good to be fucked… wait?'
For a moment, Croker was bewildered by the delusion that had surfaced in her mind.
'W-what am I thinking….'
That she liked being fucked by that guy? Even though she was forced, she liked it?
Why would she think such a thing? Why was she making such nonsensical excuses? Why, why, why….
"As expected, just as I predicted!"
"Hauu-ugh?"
Kanglim began to move his hips again. Croker was shocked as he began to thrust his cock once more.
"W-what are you doing! I said I wouldn't press it!"
Croker protested, but—
"You pressed it, didn't you?"
"What?"
"You. You pressed it."
At Kanglim’s pointing out, Croker turned her gaze to her own hand.
"Ah…."
Her left hand was clutching the remote control, and she was pressing the red button.
-Uuu-ugh, uuuu-eep, uuuuu-eep!
-Huu-kk, huuu-eep, huuu-uuu-ugh!
-Uuu-kk, uuu-kk, uuu-kk, uuu-kk!
At the same time as she pressed it, the remodeling of the crocodile warriors began. By no one else’s hand, but by the hand of their leader.
"W-when did I press it? I had no intention of pressing it…."
Why did she press it? Why did she end up pressing it?
She had no intention of doing it. Why did she press it? She should have just broken it, so why did she press it?
She hadn't even thought about getting addicted to his cock, and even if she had fallen into such delusions, she had immediately denied them, so why did she press it?
Why, why, why, why, why….
"Huuu-kk?"
Naturally, Kanglim had no intention of waiting for her to ponder such things.
"Come on, let’s stop the small talk and get to it. There are other women waiting for me!"
"Hiiik? This makes no sense, it makes no sense!"
"It makes perfect sense, because it happened."
Kanglim sneered at the wailing Croker.
'The semen of this body is a drug in itself.'
He had already heard it through Artria.
Grid had modified not only his genitals but also his semen. He had mixed in ingredients that would intoxicate a person’s mind the more they consumed it. He had turned the semen itself into a drug.
Since he had fed her plenty of it, it was only natural that she would have no choice but to press it. No matter how strong one’s mind was, once addicted to the drug, the outcome was already decided.
All that remained was to thrust, thrust, and thrust his cock until Croker was reduced to dust.
"Give birth to many for the sake of the empire that will be built on this land, okay, Croker?"
"No, no, noooo!"
The crocodile’s screams echoed through the facility once again.
"Hauuuu, huuuu…."
Having safely delivered the last fruit, Croker went completely limp. Buried in a lake mixed with amniotic fluid, semen, blood, and breast milk, the crocodile’s eyes were completely unfocused. Croker’s body, with her tail hanging limply, twitched incessantly like a dying insect.
"Good work, Croker."
Kanglim, who had closed Croker’s eyes, turned his gaze backward.
"You’ve waited a long time, haven't you? Shall we begin now?"
"Yes, please do, Master."
Behind him, three women were sitting on delivery tables with their limbs restrained.
"Please thrust your cock into me before I give birth."
One was Artria. Dressed in a black dress that revealed her apricot-colored skin, she was hoping for him to thrust his cock into her.
"Yeah, thrust into me too."
The other was Talia.
Naked, she also hoped for him to thrust his cock into her before she gave birth.
And finally,
"Haa, haa, haa, haa…."
The last one. The tiger tribe woman with orange hair reminiscent of a lion’s mane was drooling with her mouth open. Her golden eyes, wavering incessantly between reason and madness, were fixed on Kanglim’s cock.
"Haa, haa… I, I am…."
Tiger tribe leader Tie. Now, only she remained.