Risk Level 7: Dorothy (42)
"It got eaten."
"Yeah... it really got eaten."
I meant it literally—I'd been thoroughly fucked. And for Scarlet, it meant her position as the big sister had been completely devoured. She stared blankly beside me, still limp and drained, while Dorothy, flushed with ecstasy, gently cupped her own cheeks and trembled. Her body was still tangled around my cock, her inner walls softly squeezing and milking the last drops from me.
She had only come once, yet she savored the afterglow, her hazy eyes half-lidded as she looked at us with a relaxed, almost leisurely gaze that made both Scarlet and me tense up.
"Ah... thank you for waiting."
With a wet, drawn-out sound, I finally pulled free. Thick, milky fluid clung to every inch of my shaft except the very tip. Dorothy's entrance refused to let anything escape at first, only allowing a slow, viscous trickle once I was fully withdrawn.
"So much came out..."
The sight of that sticky white mess slowly leaking from her made the reality of what I'd just done sink in. There was no escaping this situation now. If I used my ability on her, that malice would flood right back into me. Scarlet had already been completely taken over—she couldn't disobey Dorothy's orders. It seemed Dorothy had successfully pressured her by bringing up her past misdeeds, and now Scarlet was forced to experience the same thing she'd once inflicted.
If this was karma, then yes, it was Scarlet's. But the timing couldn't have been worse. My last resort—mental connection—was looking more and more necessary. As for Mini Undine... she might be able to dissolve whatever I considered an obstacle, but I didn't see Dorothy or Scarlet as obstacles. Besides, I still hadn't stamped my approval on any gore involving people melting.
"...Oh."
Come to think of it, my ability only let me consume emotions or pain through direct contact. I could dissolve or heal things I wanted gone, but what if I passed Mini Undine to Dorothy for a moment? The mass of malice boiling inside her would surely be a feast for the little water spirit.
"Now then... it's Scarlet's turn...?"
"W-what do you mean by that?"
The moment I thought it, something stirred.
"Ugh... that feels gross. What the hell is that?"
Even I was confused, and Scarlet's panicked reaction only made my head spin more. Those smooth, writhing shapes... the natural, undulating movements... that familiar translucent blue-green color...
"...Tentacles? Mini Undine's...?"
Thick, translucent blue tentacles writhed dynamically from my palm—more than ten of them, each one moving independently. Their glossy, almost sticky appearance sent a chill down my spine. Scarlet and I shared the same horrified fascination, but the tentacles drooped slightly as if reacting to our discomfort. I quickly pulled myself together.
Mini Undine had grown larger the more she fed. Yet even after all this time together, nothing had ever been expelled from my body or caused any swelling. Could it be that the more I nurtured her, the closer her abilities came to the original Undine's? If so, then at some point I might be able to create a full-sized Undine clone anywhere... that cool, soft lap pillow...
No, focus. The tentacles had burst from my palm because I'd wished for something, and Mini Undine had answered.
"...No way."
The instant the thought crossed my mind—that maybe I could now consume even abstract concepts like emotions, desires, or pain at will—
Whoosh!
"Eek?! What are these?! They're so slippery..."
"Counselor... what is this...?"
In the blink of an eye, tentacles had tightly bound Scarlet's and Dorothy's limbs. I was certain now.
"Good job, Mini Undine."
I wasn't thrilled about tentacles of all things, but seeing them restrain Scarlet and Dorothy at least gave me a way out of this mess. Maybe my praise had been too hasty, though.
"Wait, why am I included too—mmph?!"
"...Mmph?!"
The remaining free tentacles didn't stop at the limbs. They moved to cover their mouths. No—rather than covering, they were inserting. And not just the mouths...
Schlick...!
"W-wait a second."
This was... not what I expected. The thick tentacles pushed into their mouths and, not satisfied with that, began scooping up the semen splattered across the sheets before forcing their way into other slick, cum-smeared places as well.
"Mmph...! Mmmph?!"
"Nngh...!"
The surreal, obscene scene unfolding before me left me nowhere to look. This was... tentacle play. Their limbs bound, both upper and lower entrances invaded, the two women twisted and moaned, expressing both disgust and pleasure at the cool, slippery intrusion.
"This isn't... what I meant..."
The sensation of the tentacles moving was strangely novel, but it wasn't quite what I'd imagined. At this rate, I couldn't move from this spot either. The tentacles, however, continued slurping noisily as if enjoying the taste, coating their bodies in glistening fluid. It looked exactly like some alien tentacle monster from a movie devouring its prey.
Was this really okay? As a human being... and in every other sense?
"Still..."
Setting everything else aside... why was this turning me on so much?
"Mmph... mmmph..."
Dorothy, who normally displayed strength beyond Scarlet's, was now suspended slightly in the air by the tentacles binding her limbs. No matter how hard she struggled, it was like punching underwater—completely pointless. If Dorothy couldn't break free, Scarlet had no chance either. She simply glared at me as if protesting why she had to be subjected to this.
The sight of two naked women, completely entangled by tentacles and being assaulted from both ends, was... intense. Extremely intense. Overwhelmingly so.
"...Gulp."
Even after that, several tentacles still swayed hungrily, searching for more openings.
"H-hey, not there...!"
Twitch...!
I'd barely stopped them in time. A few of the idle tentacles had started nosing toward their rear entrances. I raised my voice sharply—something I rarely did—and the tentacles drooped dejectedly, clearly obeying my command.
"That place is... no. It's still too soon."
I'd prevented an accident. Knowing that particular shame all too well, I had no intention of forcing it on them unless they wanted it themselves, like Erin had.
Squelch... schlick...!
"Mmmph...?!"
"Nngh...!"
Still, the tentacles weren't fully under my control. Several of the dejected ones began forcing their way into already-occupied holes, stretching them further and roughly stirring their insides with two tentacles at once.
...If my own cock could fit, two tentacles probably wouldn't be too much, right?
"..."
So what now? The tentacles were moving diligently, lewd wet sounds filling the air, but I wasn't sure if anything was actually progressing properly.
"Oh?"
Soon, I noticed the horn-like shape above Dorothy's head gradually fading as she stopped struggling and began weakly moaning under the tentacles' ministrations. Mini Undine was definitely devouring the mass of malice in her heart.
"Mmph...! Mmmph... nngh..."
As for Scarlet, the tentacles were probably absorbing her shame, humiliation, and the filthy lust she'd harbored toward me. She still resisted, glaring as if to say "Why me?", but when you thought about it, she was the root cause of this situation. The way the tentacles eagerly gulped and writhed suggested she'd been harboring quite a lot of impurity in her heart. This was simply her reaping what she'd sown.
Once Mini Undine had eaten her fill... Scarlet would probably go limp from exhaustion. Then I could bury myself to the hilt in her defenseless throat, thrust deep while roughly squeezing her breasts until they flushed red, and shake my hips to my heart's content...
I'd keep thrusting until she was on the verge of suffocating, then twist her nipples hard with my fingers while pushing my hips forward to pump thick semen straight down her esophagus...
And when she coughed, tears and snot streaking her face, my cum would spill from her lips onto the floor...
"...Hm?"
Had I just been thinking extremely rude things? Why...? Was it because Scarlet's body, suspended by the tentacles, looked so obscenely glossy that I'd been momentarily possessed?
More importantly, was Dorothy actually getting better?
"Nngh... mmph..."
As the horn shape faded, Dorothy's relaxed, languid expression gradually returned to its usual timid, gloomy state. Just like that morning, she'd probably remember everything vividly once the drunken haze lifted and feel terribly embarrassed. I wanted to grab both her slender wrists with one hand, lift her light body into the air, and watch her tremble cutely with anxiety and pleasure while I thrust into her like a toy...
Her small frame would shake with every impact, looking dangerously precarious and incredibly arousing. And every time I crushed her soft insides, I'd bite down on those cute breasts bouncing in front of me while gently stroking her nape, watching her shiver...
"..."
No, this was... definitely strange, no matter how I thought about it. I stopped all my thoughts and traced the source of the unfamiliar sensation that had quietly taken root inside me, writhing.
"...Ah."
I realized a very simple fact. The filthy desires and malice that Mini Undine's tentacles were eagerly sucking out of them were being filtered through me before being absorbed. Like a frog in slowly boiling water, I hadn't noticed the lust and malice gradually accumulating inside me because I couldn't keep up with Mini Undine's digestion speed.
"..."
At this point, noticing it didn't really change much. The situation was extremely obscene, but I now had the power to easily suppress them. I was free, and they weren't. There was also the convenient excuse of revenge for them ignoring my wishes and having their way with me earlier. Even if it looked like I was forcing them... it would probably be fine.
...Because that would feel much better.