Mimic's Adventure! Rescue Reina, Who Became a Pussy Box!♡
Mimic's Adventure! Rescue Reina, Who Became a Pussy Box!♡
—or so it declared, with all the solemn gravity it could muster.
A full week had passed since Reina had been left in that ruined state. The Mimic, which had been waiting for her at the dungeon entrance as ordered, finally realized something was wrong.
"Ge?"
—Huh? Why isn't that woman coming out?
—She didn't look like the type to get wrecked in a place like this.
It had never watched her fight, but the energy it had absorbed from her told it everything. Of all the adventurers it had ever seen, Reina had been the finest—it had even praised her for it. And yet, against every expectation, she still hadn't emerged. It had figured two days at most. Two days had come and gone, and now a full week of abandonment stretched behind it. It made no sense.
"Ge… gege…"
—The energy I absorbed through her is still left.
—It was insanely high-quality energy.
Thanks to that, the Mimic had been able to operate outside without drawing power from the dungeon, and it had been enjoying its relative freedom. Precisely because of that, the situation felt wrong. A woman with energy like hers should have crushed a dungeon like this without breaking a sweat—it had been certain of that. And yet she still hadn't come out, as if she were dead. If it just sat here, the precious energy it had received would drain away to nothing. So it headed back into the dungeon. Fortunately, being a monster itself meant traps wouldn't snag it, and it was unlikely to be flagged as a traitor. Going back was easy.
"Gegegege… gegegeget…"
—Anyway, what happened to her?
—It's way too quiet.
It returned first to the first floor, where it had lived. It slurped up the clothes Reina had left behind, then took the secret passages only dungeon monsters used and headed straight for the warehouse. The dungeon was quieter than usual—dead, almost. Maybe she really had cleared the place? It scratched at its head, and then it saw: the pussy warehouse where Reina had been stored had burned to nothing.
"Gege…"
—They're all dead.
—We weren't close, but they were still friends.
—At this rate, the dungeon's finished.
It remembered what had happened in the pussy warehouse. The moment it had swallowed her and spat her back out, only for her to boldly declare that it was now her property. The Mimic had accepted that, left for the entrance—and right after that, she must have torched this place. A creature with even a shred of camaraderie would have been furious. This Mimic, however, decided it had done well to obey Reina, and chose relief over rage.
"Gegegege…"
—I don't want to die, after all.
—Besides, she's a top-tier energy source.
—If she raises me, nothing could be better.
It pushed on through the wrecked warehouse toward the second floor and found signs of chaos. The floor was shattered—Reina's footprints stamped clear into the stone, as if she had sprinted with terrifying force. No human had ever set foot here before her, so she must have taken this route to the second floor. It followed the trail to a major fork—and there the footprints vanished.
"Ge… gegegegege… gegek?"
—Did the golems get her?
A few drops of blood remained on the floor. Blood from when she had been forcibly pierced. With her whole body riddled with holes, if she hadn't bled and had only felt pleasure, that would have been its own kind of horror.
"Gege…"
—There's supposed to be a cleaning golem. Why leave something like this?
Looking around, the usual noise was gone. The second floor was a place of roaring traps—entire walls that pressed inward—yet nothing moved, and no other golems were in sight. It headed toward the traps and found part of a pussy execution device broken. The press trap that boxified intruders sat jammed: the iron mass that should have slammed down from the ceiling was stuck half-lowered, and the side-crushing slabs had frozen at awkward angles, as if the traps themselves had broken down and been abandoned.
"Ge… gegegege…"
—The whole dungeon has stopped.
—The alarms are dead. The traps aren't moving.
—Did the energy run dry?
—The women they were storing are all dead, sure—but there should still have been energy left…
Questions. Thinking about them produced no answers.
"Gegege…"
—Looking at this mess, the other traps are probably the same.
The Mimic passed through the second floor, ignored the third entirely, and went straight down to the fourth. The third floor was where the real pussy traps ran full tilt—called a women's graveyard—but nothing there moved either.
"Gegegege…"
—The traps on this floor never even activated.
—The dungeon stopped the moment the second-floor traps got wrecked.
Still baffled, it made for the fourth-floor boss room. This was the dungeon's core, home to the Iron Maiden Golem that handled energy supply. No traps here—just a vast chamber where golems of every kind sat in the corners, feeding through tubes. At the center stood the Iron Maiden Golem itself.
"Ge?"
—Why is everyone frozen?
—It's like time stopped.
Along every wall, massive golems, small golems, trap-type golems, cleaning golems—every kind crouched in energy-feeding postures, completely still. Even this deep, a bare minimum of light remained. In the center of that light, the Iron Maiden Golem—built for torturing people—sat blankly, then turned at the sound of an approach. Everyone else was motionless; only this golem still moved. Tubes ran from its back, sucking some kind of energy.
"Entry confirmed. Restraint Mimic. Strange. I thought all of you had been destroyed."
"Gegegegegegege~! Gegegegeget~!"
The Iron Maiden Golem looked ridiculous, but it was the boss here, and the gap in rank was absolute. So the Mimic lied cleverly. Tell the truth, and this golem would dispose of it on the spot.
"Gegegege~! Ge~!"
—Boss! That last invader! The red-haired female—I was the Mimic swallowing her!
—I got scared she'd break out on her own and ran for a bit!
—I finally came back and the dungeon is this quiet—I was so shocked!
—What the hell happened?! Where did that female go?!
—it asked.
The delivery was a little dim-witted, but that was just how Mimics talked. The Iron Maiden Golem looked down at it with a stiff face, showed not a shred of suspicion, and answered at once.
"Confirmation complete. I thought one remnant was missing—so it was you. I wondered how that woman got out of the first-floor warehouse; to think she escaped under her own power. Given the density of her energy, it isn't impossible, so I won't blame you. We were short on Mimics anyway. This works out well."
"Gegegege~!"
—You're not going to scold me?!
"I have no intention of doing that to a fellow monster. That invader was clearly an enemy beyond our class. Surviving at all is fortunate. Luckily she was female, so we subdued her with traps and are currently using her as an energy source. The concentration is so dense that breaking the energy down is taking time, so everyone has entered power-saving mode to rest until I'm finished. Once I complete the decomposition, they will start moving again."
"Gegegegegek~!"
—I see! Power-saving mode!
The Mimic clapped its hands in delight. It had never imagined she would be captured. As the Iron Maiden said, she had been an enemy far above their station—so how had she fallen so easily? And becoming an energy source… having tasted Reina's power, the Mimic thought that was a waste.
"Gegege~?"
—You're not monopolizing her? That female's energy was insanely delicious.
"I agree. An extremely delicious female. I considered being greedy at first, but with no other energy sources left, I decided against it. Many comrades remain here. I cannot betray them."
It strode around, surveying the room. Plenty of golems slept quietly in power-saving mode. If the Iron Maiden Golem stabbed them in the back now, they would all run dry and die. For a golem, it had a surprising amount of camaraderie—and the Mimic, which had none whatsoever, grew a little restless with the desire to claim Reina for itself.
"Gegege?"
—Where is that female?
"I am currently storing her. Despite being tormented quite severely, she is desperately trying not to lose her energy, so even maintaining my own power is a struggle."
"Gegegege~!"
—I want to see! I want to see! How did she get done?!
"Talkative for a Mimic… though individuals may vary. This is hardly someone else's business for you. Very well. I will show you."
"Gegege~!"
—Yay!
The Mimic clapped and begged to be shown at once. The Iron Maiden stood upright and opened its chest. True to its name, it was a golem modeled on an iron maiden, specialized in capturing, restraining, and torturing enemies. Its belly was packed with sharp killing spikes and capture tentacles both. Caught while standing upright, a victim would either be stabbed to death or have their pussy tortured, depending on the Iron Maiden's mood—but today, something rather different was trapped inside.
"Nnbvbvngh♡ Nn, nnbvmp, mmph, nnbvbvbvbvmp♡ Bwuooooomp♡ Mmph♡ Bvbvbvmp♡ Buhbup♡ Bvhubvbvbvmp♡"
Sure enough—it was Reina.
Limbless. Boxified. Fully pierced from head to toe.
"Geget?!"
"Nnbvbvmpbvbvmp♡ Nnmph♡ Mmph♡ Nnnnnn♡ Nngh♡ Nnhuunngh♡ Nngh♡ Nnnnnnnnngh♡ Nngh♡ Nnnnnnnnngh♡ Nnnnnngh♡ Nnghhit♡"
Spiked tentacles from the Iron Maiden had skewered her pussy and anus, forcing her entire body weight down onto her cunt as they tormented her. True to spiked tentacles, thin threads of blood welled from each hole, and energy was being sucked in through them. Under the boxification, her limbless body had been reshaped into a square delivery package; the only part that wasn't angular was her head.
"Umvbruuuuumph♡ Nbwoooooongh♡ Nmm♡ Nbvuuuungh♡ Mmph♡ Nnnnnnnnnngh♡ Nngh♡ Nnnnnnk♡ Nnnnnnnnnngh♡ Nnuk♡"
Even her prized 130cm bust had been squashed into a comical square. Her severed arms and legs hung in the Iron Maiden's corners alongside the genital golems. Her head, jutting from the angular torso, was gripped by tentacles that plugged her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, sucking energy greedily from those holes as well.
"Ge, gegege, geget?"
—She's alive like this?
"Of course. Most females would die of shock or spray themselves empty after this much, but this woman endured to the end. An extremely strong female. Just in case, I pierced her pussy with a spiked tentacle so I can kill the child at any time—that threat made her quite cooperative. I've gotten the hang of drawing her energy now."
"Gegegegege…"
—So many genital golems hanging off her.
—She really is alive?
"I was surprised at first myself. Each genital golem should lower her level by three, yet she still retains her strength. Because of that, the little ones took a liking to her and refused even my orders to detach. They've been sipping energy from her body on their own and entered power-saving mode. Something about her throat—she can use magic through it, so I've sealed that tight."
"Gegege…"
At that, the Mimic started thinking. Fortunately, the golem in front of it—for all its terrifying appearance—seemed gentle toward its comrades. If that was the case, even the Mimic might manage something. It stuck out its tongue with the feeling of narrowing eyes it didn't have.
"Gegegege~! Gegegegegegege~! Geget~!"
—I'm so jealous! Me too! Me me me! I want to drink a little more before you fully break her down as an energy source!
"Hrm… I know this woman's energy is unique. I understand wanting to absorb more. But with the genital golems involved… I worry you might stop obeying my orders as well. This female's energy seems to have a power that tempts monsters like us."
"Gegege~! Geget~!"
—I already absorbed some once, so I won't get addicted that far!
—Please! Just let me drink a little more!
"Are you truly certain?"
"Gegeget~!"
—If I betray you, you can smash me on the spot!
—I'm just a Mimic!
"That is true, but…"
The Iron Maiden Golem understood, from a manager's standpoint, that losing this energy source would endanger the entire dungeon—itself included. It was inclined to refuse… but the Mimic pressed its hands together and begged so earnestly that its strong sense of camaraderie softened its resolve.
"Nnbvhnnnnnnnnnnnnmph~♡ Nngbohoooooot♡ Nbobot♡ Obvhooooooooooot♡ Bvhop♡ Bvhoooooooop~♡ Kkho-bobo-bobo-bobo-boboboboboooooooot~♡ Kkho-bohooooooooooooooooooot~♡"
Still with the spiked tentacle buried in Reina's pussy, it held her out. Having her full weight on her cunt was already agony—and now it tilted her forward to offer her to the Mimic. The spiked tentacle dragged at her pussy until it felt as if her vaginal walls would invert and protrude.
"Nbhoooooong♡ Obut♡ Oooooop♡ Ogok♡ Obohoooooooooooooop♡ Bvhong♡ Bvhooooot♡ Nbot♡ Nbohoooo♡ Bvhoooooooo~♡ Bvhoooo♡ Bvhot♡ Bvhoooooooooooooook♡"
Then, with a delighted moan, her torso dropped to the floor.
—Thwlp♡
A human hitting the ground should not have sounded like a slime. It was no longer a human sound at all. Even with the tentacles off her head, Reina still hadn't grasped the situation—her eyes were rolled back. Thanks to her angular torso she stayed upright even after hitting the floor, but breathing alone seemed to hurt so much that her mind refused to return.
"Gegege~! Gegeget~!"
—Thanks, Boss! Ah—the hands and feet too! Since they're already cut off, I want to roll them around with my tongue and suck on them! Sounds super fun!
"Greedy little thing. But I've never met a Mimic as entertaining as you. Perhaps because my comrades are asleep, your liveliness is good for me. I'll allow a little monopoly—just don't play with her too long."
"Gegegege~! Gege~!"
—Hehe! Hehehehe! Thanks, Boss!
Arms and legs were tossed out with a clatter.
Reina's angular, boxified torso and her arms and legs—bound stick-straight—rolled across the floor.
"Nbeheeee♡ Nn, bvhe, nnbvhee~? Nn, nnu, ehe? Eeee, eh, eee………"
"Gegeget~!"
"——Mwhooooooo?! Nbot!! Mwhooooo?! Mmut, go, ooooot!!! Mghoooooook!!!!"
She tried to come to her senses too late—by then she was already inside the Mimic's mouth.
"Bvhoot♡ Bvhoboooot♡ Nbot♡ Nbohooooook♡ Mhot♡ Mhooooooooooot♡ Mgo♡ Ogooooooot♡ Mhooooot♡ Mook♡ Moooook♡ Bvhot♡ Bvhoooook♡"
She had barely escaped the Iron Maiden's spiked-tentacle hell only to return to the Mimic's interior. And unlike the first time she had been swallowed, her angular torso nestled in far more snugly. It fit so perfectly it almost seemed the boxification trap had been laid from the start just to store her inside a Mimic. When the Mimic cracked its mouth open a little, Reina's head was buried and her pussy jutted skyward, fully exposed.
"Gegegegeget~! Gehe~! Gegegeget~!"
Squish~♡
"Mhot?! Mho, ooooot, oooook!!! Mhoooooooooongooook!!!! Bvhooooooooooot!!!!!!"
Reina's head was slammed into the bottom of the Mimic again. The two holes thrusting upward were still riddled with piercings. This perverted Mimic was never going to leave holes like that alone—it shoved its tentacles and tongue inside and went squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡, tormenting both openings.
"Mhooooook♡ Mbot♡ Mheoooooook♡ Nbot♡ Nbvheoooooooooooooooo♡ Bvhot♡ Bvheooooooooooooooooooo♡♡♡ Ghooot♡ Bvhot♡ Bvhooooooooooot♡ Mheoooooooooooooot♡ Nmeoot♡ Gheooooooooooook♡♡♡♡"
There was no escape—not from the Iron Maiden Golem, and not from inside the Mimic either. Reina's mind blanked out again as she poured energy out through her pussy. Green energy gushed in thick gulps; the tongue buried in her cunt swallowed it down, and the Mimic clapped its hands in joy.
"Gegegegegegege~! Gegegegegege~!"
—Delicious! So good! Pussy energy is delicious!
"Hoh. This female seems weak to pleasure. Unlike with me, she appears to be handing over her energy quite readily. I'm a torture-specialized golem, so I have no soft tentacles without spikes—that was inconvenient. With this, it should be quick."
The Iron Maiden Golem still hadn't fully grasped the situation; it simply watched the Mimic work. About ten minutes of observation, then reclaim her—that was the plan. And indeed the Mimic was being very obedient, cracking its mouth just enough to expose only Reina's boxed-up pussy and continuously flaunting the tentacles toying with her holes.
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡♡♡♡♡
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡♡♡♡♡
"Mgehooooooooooot~♡ Bvhooooooooooot♡ Mbot♡ Mgegogogoot♡ Mheoooooooooot♡ Bvheeeot♡ Mhut♡ Mhut♡ Mhut♡ Mhut♡ Mgihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡♡ Mggrrrrrrrt♡♡♡ Mghooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo♡♡♡♡♡♡ Mbeheoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Gulp-gulp-gulp~!
Gulp-gulp~!
Every thrust into her pussy leaked more energy.
Even with her vaginal walls shredded by the Iron Maiden's spiked tentacles, even with her womb bruised purple from the pussy execution device, even while her whole body suffered the agony of boxification and lost limbs—when those holes were smashed in a frenzied squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡ squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡ alternating assault, the masochist dragon Reina wore an expression of pure bliss and sprayed happily.
"Mbebbebbebobot♡ Nbooooooooooot♡ Nbobo-bobo-bobo-bobot♡ Bvhooooooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡♡ Bvhot♡ Bvhooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡♡ Bvhut♡ Bvheoooooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡♡ Bvheooooooooooooooo♡♡♡ Bvho♡ Bvhoooong♡ Ok♡ Kkhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooook♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ooooooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp!!!!
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp!!!!!!
"BvhiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIk~♡ Bvhit♡ Bvhieooook♡ Bvhiiiiiiik♡ Bv♡ Bvu♡ Bwu♡ Mhoooooooooooo♡ Mhot♡ Mhooooook♡ Mhooooooooooooooooo♡♡♡♡ Mheoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp!!!!!!!!!
'Strange… this female… her voice keeps getting higher… She never gave me this much energy… Even if she loves pleasure, this seems excessive—'
Against the Iron Maiden Golem she had suppressed her energy as hard as she could. Against the Mimic, it was the opposite. It felt less like she was being drained and more like she was shoving her energy out with everything she had.
'……Is she injecting it on purpose?'
A sense of crisis hit, and it reached out.
"Wait, Mimic! Stop! You've enjoyed yourself enough! Hand that female over now!"
"Gehehehehehek!!!!!!"
The Mimic's laugh changed. Its tentacles sped up, launching into a finishing spurt that wrecked her pussy and anus.
"O, ooooo?! O, ooooot, ooooo, o, ooooooo, ot, o, o, o, ooo, o, ok———"
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
"———Mhoooooooooooo♡♡♡♡ Kkhooooooooooooooooooooooooooot♡ Ooooot♡ Ooooot♡ Ohoooooook♡ Nnghogoooooooooooot♡ Kkhot♡ Kkhot♡ Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo♡♡♡♡ Nwoooooooooohot♡ Oooooooooooooooooohot♡♡♡ Mhoooooooooooooooooooooooooookoooot♡♡♡♡♡"
Psssssssssssssssssssssssh♡♡♡♡♡♡
"Gehe~!"
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp~! Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp~!
'Don't tell me?! That fountain just now wasn't a normal climax—?!!'
The Iron Maiden Golem reeled in shock. The spray Reina had just unleashed wasn't an ordinary orgasm—it was erotic power saturated with her energy. Of course the Mimic didn't miss it. It stretched out its long tongue and swallowed every drop of the fountain she had sprayed, then shoved a tentacle into her urethra as well and sucked up the rest.
"M, mhot♡ Mhoooook♡ Oot♡ Ooook♡ Nn, he, eek… ehe… ek……… Khhek…… Hea… heaaaak…… Da, da… I gave it all…… all… of it sooo……… Pleaseee…… Mi, Mimic…… if you… escape…… I'll… feed you… better stuff…… sooo… please… take… my place…… and… do it……!!"
"Gehet!!! Gehehehehehehe!!!!!"
The Mimic accepted those words.
Reina was a good woman, and worth following.
"You bastard!!! I handed her over because I thought of you as a comrade!!!!"
The Iron Maiden Golem opened its belly and lashed out with several spiked tentacles toward the Mimic. Ordinarily the rank gap would have meant the Mimic's destruction. Somehow, though, the Mimic didn't dodge—it swung its fists in wild circles and batted every tentacle aside.
"Gehehe!"
"What?!"
The fighting style looked childish, but the power was real. With no legs, it punched the ground to launch itself, dove straight into the Iron Maiden's embrace, and drove a bony fist home. Despite its appearance, a cracking sound rang out as the Iron Maiden Golem's core collapsed.
Crack, thudud… thudud!!
Snap~!
"O, oo, th-this thing… don't tell me…… betrayal……"
"Gegegegegegegege!!! Gegegegegegegegeget!!!!"
"Guhk…!!"
The moment the Mimic roared in victory, the dungeon boss crumbled. With the energy supply already cut, the other golems couldn't rise, and even the remaining light died, plunging everything into total darkness.
"Ge, gehe~! Gehehe… gegegegegegegegeget!!!!"
It could monopolize Reina now—the Mimic was overjoyed. No boss, no enemies, and the ultimate energy source called Reina. It could become the king of this dungeon just like this, prancing about in triumph—
And right there, the rampage stopped.
"Thank you♡ Mmph, mmph♡ Churuup♡ Chuup♡ Tsrrmmmph~♡"
"Geget?!"
"I never thought you'd actually come save me♡ Chup♡ What a fine creature♡ Tsruruup♡ I love you♡ Chu♡ Chu♡ Churuup♡"
"G, gege, gegege~! Gehe~!"
Still un-boxified, she fawned over the Mimic. She pressed her lips to its distinctive long tongue and kissed it, declaring her love. The Mimic had never received love like this from a human woman before; it immediately dropped out of its rampage and scratched its head awkwardly. Thinking calmly, it realized it couldn't simply celebrate.
"Gegeget……"
—If I think about it, I'm not a perpetual motion machine. If I just keep swallowing forever, I'll die too.
Reina's kisses were honestly delightful, so it enjoyed thrusting its tongue in a few more times—then spat her out with a plop.
"Haa, haa, aaaah… this status effect won't clear… I've never been done this badly before… this… I might not be able to escape on my own……"
Reina was still an angular square, her pussy thrust out behind her. She tried to force her way free with raw strength, lifting at the waist, but she still couldn't escape the box shape. Her severed arms and legs could move freely now that the genital golems were in power-saving mode—but in this state, that meant nothing.
"Gegege, gegegeget, gegege……"
"I don't know what you're saying, but you're going to help me, right?"
"Gege~! Gehe~! Gehehe!!"
"Good… like we said before, you're going to be raised by me, right? I'll supply energy regularly, so no betraying me, okay?"
"Gehe!"
It raised a finger and made an O in answer. Reina thumped her angular square body around to adjust her posture, then—relieved that she could communicate with it—made her request.
"Do you happen to have my clothes? I saw them inside the box earlier…… Ah~! Those, those! There's a map in there, so guide me to Tripoli! The city at the very end of that map is Tripoli. I have a comrade there—she'll be able to clear this status effect."
"Gehehehe! Gehet!"
Leave it to me—the Mimic made an O with both hands. Then, very carefully, it picked Reina up and swallowed her again. This time it arranged her comfortably so her head came up instead of her pussy. Carrying a boxified human female in its mouth all the way to a city—even in a Mimic's long life, this was a first.
"Gehe~! Gehehe~!"
It smoothed Reina's hair and adjusted her posture, asking if anything was uncomfortable. More of a gentleman than it looked—but Reina craned her neck upward and grinned.
"You don't have to be considerate. I don't mind if you leave my pussy sticking out. I'm a perverted masochist. It's a long road, so stress will build up—feel free to torment me however you like along the way. Violate me, rape me, break me."
"Gehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!"
"Nnhot… o, ook?! Ohat♡ The second I say that~♡ Ohat♡ Nnbvuuuuump♡ Nbvu♡ Mmph♡ Muhot♡ Mhnnnnnnnmph~♡"
If she put it that way, the Mimic wasn't about to hold back. It slammed Reina's head to the bottom again and made her pussy jut upward. Into the piercings-riddled pussy and anus flaring open above, it quietly pushed its tentacles, siphoning energy as it pressure-raped her.
"Mho♡ O♡ Buho♡ Th-the entrance closing and crushing me♡ The best♡ Nnmph♡ This pressure feels so good♡ Arms and legs too♡ Nnh♡ Ooooo♡ W-wait♡ That's♡ too much♡ Ooooooooot♡"
Tsuput♡ Tsupuk♡ Tspuuuuuut♡
"Kkhooooooooooooooooooot♡ Kkho-bohooot♡ Nnhot♡ Kkho-bohoooooooooooooook♡♡♡♡"
At that moment, one of Reina's severed feet was shoved into her gaping anus.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooot♡♡♡ Oooooooooooooooooooooooooook♡♡♡♡ Ohot♡ Oho♡ Ohoooooook♡♡ Ogogogogot♡♡♡"
Not one—both feet went in, leaving her in the bizarre state of having her own feet reaming her ass while trapped inside the Mimic. Finding her reaction amusing, it grabbed her remaining severed arms and jammed those into her pussy as well. Reina, reduced to a human box, had every one of her own arms and legs stuffed into her own holes.
"Mhoonguk♡ Ot♡ Ooook♡ T-treating me♡ like a pussy box♡ This thing♡ has talent♡ Ohok♡ O♡ Ooooot♡ E-every time the fingers spread♡ my womb opens♡ Eo♡ Oooooot♡ Ohot♡ Ooooook♡"
"Gegegegegegek!!! Gegegegegegegeget!!!!"
Reina delighted in it as a brand-new form of masturbation.
The perverted Mimic delighted in sucking up the masochist dragon's energy.
And so the two idiots' new journey began—as always—with a climax.