Unexpected Design Flaw
An unexpected design flaw… Hmm, is this enough? The legion of creatures spread out before me. Roughly twenty or so in number… Just in case more might pop out, I impregnated Cecilia and Ellen again, but Cecilia only birthed an "Explosion Trap," and Ellen just a "Scout."
By default, a single host body can only birth one type of creature.
Tch… Disappointing, but hey, more is always better with these basic ones—no real downsides. I wanted to squeeze out even more, but…
Continuing forced births beyond this point risks physical and mental collapse, even with Hypnosis in use. Your stamina has also reached its limit—best to try again next time.
…the status window's warning made me back off obediently. This much was plenty for now anyway. Plus, I was out of nutrients to grow the creatures. Where the hell did all that semen go?
The first creatures, having absorbed the most nutrients, hit level 3 after two level-ups. The Explosion Trap's explosion skill leveled up once, and the Scout's scouting skill did the same—nothing major otherwise. Just a slight boost in range and power.
Anyway, with the creatures grown as much as they could be, I ordered them to their positions. I stuck the Explosion Traps all over the dungeon nooks, hiding them with stealth skills, and set the Scouts to patrol around my cave autonomously, activating their scouting skill periodically.
So I can give individual autonomous orders too, huh?
Yes. They possess a degree of ego as creatures. Not high-intelligence like average humans, but on par with low-intel monsters.
Impressive. These creatures might end up more useful than I'd thought.
I gently laid the flesh toilets—drained of every drop of milk, sweat, and more—in one corner of the cave and stepped outside. The two moons shining brilliantly over Argon seemed to cheer on the lewd dawn of my isekai tentacle life.
Feeling the steady stream of intel from the diligently patrolling scouts, I safely passed my first night as a tentacle being.
……
Ugh… I'm starving to death here.
The golden-haired, slender elf, Ellen, dragged herself up from the hard stone floor. She hadn't eaten properly since yesterday—her stomach was practically glued to her spine. The gurgling from her gut woke her like an alarm.
Ah… So it really wasn't a dream.
She'd failed to hunt the red slime tentacle monster and got caught. Then, in this cave, she'd been raped in the most horrific way.
Good god. A monster that raped humans and elves to grow stronger? She'd never even heard of such a thing. Normal monsters were all about slaughter—even the bloodthirsty ones that declared war on other races at the drop of a hat. They leveled up by killing humanoid races like humans, elves, dwarves, and beastkin, using that power to challenge stronger foes… Not by fucking females and absorbing their energy to level up! No way something like that existed!
Because of it, she'd lost the virginity she'd guarded for over 120 years, and endured merciless violence to boot.
Grind— Recalling yesterday made her teeth clench on instinct.
The virginity she'd vowed to give to Arlan… She could never face him now. Losing it to some damn monster? She'd kill it for sure. Even if she couldn't attack it or stray too far… She'd find a way, rip it apart, and turn its dick tentacles into dildos.
…And what the hell would I do with dildos?!
Ever since meeting that thing, her mind felt scrambled and broken. Every time its dick plunged wildly into her pussy and mouth, battering her whole body, she'd squirted a little from her cunt! It had to be that bastard's doing. No way she'd get turned on by violent rape!
Aah… Arlan… I'm sorry. If only I'd been a little more honest… If only I'd confessed to you sooner…
Would the outcome have been different?
Her vision blurred, her eyes heating up.
Drip— Drip— Ah… tears… She quickly wiped them away.
She wouldn't break here. Not until she caught and crushed that damn thing.
Gurgle— …So hungry… Having collapsed naked in the empty cave to sleep, her body shivered from the cold too.
At least it was warm yesterday.
…She'd totally lost it.
She turned her head to the human sleeping naked beside her. Blue hair, beauty that put her own elf kin to shame. Whatever had led her to be captured by that monster and end up like this, yesterday she'd treated it like it was the only husband in the world.
What the hell had happened to this human? What had it done to make her truly love that repulsive, ominous monster?
Anxiety began to creep over her entire body. Would she end up like that human someday? Calling the monster "darling," turning into a flesh slave who offered her body as its jerk-off toy without a second thought. Impregnated with its seed, birthing litters of its spawn, feeding them her milk and juices while gazing at them with overflowing maternal love.
If this daily violence, rape, and mental torment continued… High chance that future awaited her.
"No… No no no!!! Arlan… Arlan!!! Save me quick! That crazy monster— Arlan!!! No no no no no!!!"
Thud—! As her trembling body seized and her chattering jaw went out of control, something dropped in front of her.
Unnaturally red, yet deceptively harmless and round. A single tentacle sprouting from it, tipped with an eye.
It was him.
Squelch—!
"Grk! Gah—! Gllrk…"
No time to react—its tentacle jammed straight into her mouth. She reached to fight back, but more tentacles shot out, pinning her down.
"Ghk— Glk! Cough! Guuugh—"
It forced the tentacle down her throat, and she thrashed desperately for air.
Splurt— Squish— Squish— All futile.
To make matters worse, the tentacle buried deep in her throat began to swell…
Bluuuuurp—! And it started cumming straight into her esophagus.
Semen so foul it made her want to puke just from the smell poured into her stomach, blocked by the tentacle so she couldn't spit it out.
"Cough—! Cough—! You crazy fuck! Not again—!"
The endless torment finally ended as the monster's dick pulled from her throat. Oxygen flooded her brain, her vision whiting out briefly… But the anxiety from before had eased a bit.
It'd used her body like a jerk-off toy to vent its lust, irresponsibly seeding her to birth its spawn. Her pussy was already throbbing in anticipation of the violence and rape to come.
…Huh?
Whew, fuck. Almost fucked up there.
I'd forgotten the hypnosis making her feel anxiety and fear without my semen. But I'd fed her plenty yesterday—why the meltdown?
I'd hypnotized her not to go insane too, but it was hypnosis vs. hypnosis. Whichever won, it wouldn't end well, so I patched it with a throatful of cum as a stopgap.
Relief washed over me seeing Ellen's eyes revert to yesterday's defiant, murderous glare.
Hm… But she almost seemed expectant too? Had some training sunk in already?
Aw… I'd been hoping for her to grudgingly gulp down my gross, filthy cum out of desperation. But gripped by terror, she hadn't even thought to seek it out—instead spiraling toward madness.
Total design flaw.
I pulled out a hypnosis tentacle and tweaked Ellen's commands.
『The longer without my semen, the more ravenous hunger consumes you.』
Hm… That should do it? Hitting her primal hunger instinct means she'll crave my cum every time she's starving.
Heh heh. In this hell where she can't go mad, submit, or suicide… Imagining her forcing down my semen—more repulsive to her than sewage—makes my dick tentacles rock-hard on their own.
One morning irrumatio down, feeling good. Now, time to test her pussy?
Cecilia was still out cold in dreamland, so Ellen it was.
Whoosh—!
"Kyaaaah—!"
Bon appétit—!