3. The Night the Brain-Pussy Becomes Even More Moist.
3. The Night the Brain-Pussy Becomes Even More Moist.
Kyuri, who had experienced the stimulating first climax, was lying in bed, reliving the sensations from before.
'It felt... good....'
Until now, she had grown up in a special environment with virtually no proper sexual knowledge. The little she had was limited to knowledge about menstruation, which any woman would naturally know.
For her, climax was one of the most novel stimulations in her life—something that turned her entire world upside down.
Comparable even to the first time she had witnessed her master's magic back when she was a street orphan.
"Heu-eut."
As the sensations from before resurfaced, her body heated up. Her hardened nipples poked visibly through the thin camisole she had loosely thrown on.
That sensation, slowly rising from the tailbone and crackling through her entire body like being struck by lightning. She didn't know what to call it, but in that moment, she could forget so many things.
Her master's harsh scolding, the mocking gazes and words of others, and even her own pathetic self.
And on top of that, the feeling seemed almost addictive, and since it hadn't been long, she wanted to feel it again.
The girl's hand was already moving toward her chest.
"Just once, yeah, just one more touch."
The white camisole was slightly damp with sweat, revealing her pale skin and the light pink tips underneath. Thanks to that, without needing to find the location of her nipples by groping, her body moved directly to crave the greatest stimulation.
"Ha-eut... eu-eu-eut... a-eung, aht."
Her brilliant mind, which calculated countless magic formulas and solved academic problems, now moved furiously. That brain, which had been used to prove she was better than others to earn their praise, to make the shell that showed off her worth shine brighter, was now, for the first time, working passionately for her own most secret and precious self.
'Instead of just pinching hard, if I caress my chest... eu-eut... and then pinch, it feels better.'
With her quick learning ability based on her sharp mind, she soon figured out how to make her chest feel even better and repeatedly gave her body that stimulation.
"Ha-eu-euk, ha-eut a-geu-euk."
Normally, even if she mainly caressed her chest and stimulated her nipples, it would have been nearly impossible for Kyuri's undeveloped body to obtain this level of pleasure. No matter how naturally female she was, a suddenly used organ that had never been used before couldn't have functioned this actively.
This was all thanks to the tentacle parasitizing her brain.
The tentacle, which had grown in size from the earlier climax and split its body in half to attach itself to two different spots in her brain, was now working to make her climax even more intensely.
And to make her more captivated by this sensation, to be eroded and transform into a being that only craves pleasure, it devoured a portion of her brain and replaced that spot.
Unaware of all this, Kyuri pulled her camisole up over her chest entirely, touched her breasts with one hand, and even lifted the other breast to bite her nipple with her mouth, continuing her masturbation.
"U-u-eum... u-u-euk chu-reup u-eu-eup."
The girl didn't know. She was just following the sensations to comfort her body. Up until now, all she had done was touch her chest and stimulate her nipples—so why was she biting her own breast?
Just as that question was about to cross her mind.
"A-eu-eut, ha-eu-eu-ga-a-ang ha-euk...."
A stream of liquid burst out from between her completely hairless, pure white vulva. The love juices gushed out without stopping, followed by a release that felt almost addictive.
Her hips lifted involuntarily, and she let go of the hand touching her chest as she flailed wildly to steady her body. But the depth and length of this climax were on a completely different level from the one she had felt in the bathroom, so she just cut through the empty air.
Kyuri's body thrashed on the bed like a live fish just brought onto a ship deck.
After nearly a minute of soaking her panties and the bed damp with her fluids, she finally managed to steady herself and look around.
Her hair was disheveled as if she had never washed before, the camisole clung transparently to her sweat-soaked skin, and there was a puddle of love juice she could hardly believe she had made.
Still unable to escape the afterglow of the climax, Kyuri stared blankly at it, then, unable to fight off fatigue, collapsed onto the bed and lost consciousness.
Through the deepening night window, faint moonlight and starlight mingled and seeped in. A slightly cool night breeze flowed in through the window that had been left open from her struggles.
"Eu-eu-eut, cold...."
Her body was wet with sweat and love fluids. She roughly wrapped herself in a blanket she grabbed, and with soft breathing sounds, she fell into a deeper sleep.
As the darkness of night deepened.
Sticky mucus flowed from her ear, trailing down her face.
And following that mucus, a long strand of tentacle emerged—she was too unaware to even notice.
Sar-reureuk, sagak sagak.
Thanks to the tentacle that had successfully engraved some lewd knowledge into her head—she who had never even known the character for pleasure—she felt a pleasure so immense she normally couldn't have experienced it.
And thanks to Kyuri, who had again provided the tentacle with abundant nutrients.
Beyond the two tentacles parasitizing inside her brain, one more strand was pulled out, writhing as it met the air of the outside world.
The tentacle, wet with sticky mucus and brain fluid, emerged from her ear, slid across her body, and advanced toward its goal.
The tentacle, which had regained a little of its past life's knowledge through some growth, thought about how to obtain even more nutrients.
It decided to implant a tentacle into the area where the most pleasure could be obtained most easily.
Crossing the chest that was soaked wet, passing over the belly where the most precious womb of the body lay, the tentacle arrived at—
The crack that was still wet with love juice and not yet fully cooled under the cool night breeze.
The slender tentacle twisted its body and seeped into that place, which had never been used and was tightly shut.
"Ha-euk aa-geu-euk ha-a."
Since it was a part cut from a tentacle that had grown and hypertrophied through abnormal development, its thickness wasn't great, but it was still an excessive stimulation for her slightly sensitized pussy.
Pu-syuk pu-syu-u-uk.
A thin stream of pleasure fluid burst from her pussy.
Because the inside of her pussy had melted wet and soft, the tentacle dug deeper into it more easily, moving forward.
While the crack was forced open and closed repeatedly, and she went through several light climaxes and deep climaxes that sprayed fluids, the tentacle swimming inside her vaginal canal finally reached—
A round cervix.
The most ferocious barrier protecting a woman's most precious organ—the womb—which strictly blocks entry from the outside while only allowing release from within.
Many mistakenly think that a male organ can easily penetrate this place and give unimaginable pleasure to a woman, but reality is not so lenient.
First of all, its location is slightly above the vagina, where a male organ cannot easily reach. And since its original purpose is to prevent the baby from falling out of the womb, the cervix is naturally a formidable fortress.
For even a thin tentacle, breaching this impregnable stronghold would be quite a difficult process.
First, the tentacle moved to wrap around the cervix in a circle.
It began by smearing the mucus from its body evenly onto that place, starting to relax the cervix.
After analyzing her brain, which had experienced two great climaxes, the tentacle recognized—though it didn't know what specific component it was—that there was a substance produced only when she felt good.
And the tentacle, which had devoured and replaced part of the brain region producing that substance, finally became able to produce a mucus that could cause small climaxes at its will, albeit not large ones.
Like a snake slowly coiling around its prey.
Due to the tentacle binding her cervix, Kyuri, who had been asleep, gradually twisted and moved her body.
The tentacle settled in her head suppressed her consciousness, preventing her from waking up.
But since this was its first time performing this task, it was possible that she might wake up at any moment and notice something strange about her body.
The sticky mucus wet the cervix softly, gradually pushing the fluid even into the womb.
"Ha-u-eu-euk u-u-eu-eu-geu kkeu-a-a-euk."
The most precious part of a woman was in danger of being occupied by a filthy tentacle in real time. But due to the tentacle—which grew larger and expanded its influence the more she climaxed—
Her mental awakening was forcibly suppressed.
Sagak sa-geurak sagak sagak.
The cervix relaxed and contracted repeatedly. The frequency increased as climaxes repeated. Though she had never once received semen, the instinct imprinted in her genetic code as a female was heating up her body.
Finally, at the moment when the womb descended and the cervix relaxed wide open,
The tentacle coiled around its body and leaped inside.
The experience of having her womb penetrated—something no one in this world had ever gone through—and the extreme pleasure that followed struck her brain.
If she had been conscious, it would have been a pleasure that turned her vision white, made tinnitus ring in her ears, and melted her brain wetly like a pussy, pouring into her mind.
"Kku-reu-reuk kkya-a-a-ak eu-a-a-eu ha-eu-kkeu-a-ak ha-a-ang."
She spewed every sound she could make from her mouth, and from her pussy, love juice poured out as if trying to drain all the moisture from her body.
As if the puddle from before had been a joke, her body twisted wildly from the climax, creating multiple such puddles all over the room of the inn.
"A-eu-eu-euk keu-a-eu-eut ha-ang ha-geu-geu heu-eut."
Her brain resisted, trying to maintain some form of humanity, but the tentacle, as if not allowing that, stabbed her brain like a pussy and moved its long tips so the pleasure would never stop.
Sageurak sa-reureuk sarak sarak.
After repeating countless deep climaxes, and after one tentacle had fully settled in her womb, and about one-fifth of her brain had turned pussy-like under the tentacle's influence,
Only then could she finally have a sound sleep.
*
Morning came with sunlight streaming in and birds chirping.
After experiencing that hellish torrent of climaxes the night before,
"My body... won't move."
Extreme muscle pain throughout her entire body made it impossible for her to move even a single finger.
The only thing that could move inside her body was—
Probably just the one tentacle that had settled in her womb for the time being.
"Sa... save me...."
And so, for about an hour until she could move her body again,
Only her voice, wet with love juice, echoed through the room.
This is our genius mage Kyuri, brainwashed for the first time.