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Chapter 3: Corruption
[ [Kim Ah-rin] has given birth to [Parasitic Tentacles]. ]
Two tentacles crawled their way out of her womb.
They looked like short, stubby earthworms.
They were roughly 20 cm in length, but their thickness rivaled a grown man's forearm, and one end was lined with dense rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Driven by raw instinct, the parasitic tentacles slithered up Kim Ah-rin’s body and immediately began suckling on her breasts.
“Mgh... Hngh.”
Leaving Kim Ah-rin behind as her brow furrowed in discomfort, I turned my attention to verify the data regarding the parasitic tentacles.
[Parasitic Tentacle]
[A parasite that inhabits a female's womb.]
[1. Releases corruption fluid to send the female into heat.]
[2. Monitors the condition and precise location of the host female.]
[Due to [Kim Ah-rin's] virginity, the Parasitic Tentacle gains an additional capability.]
[Additional Capability: The female's incubation period is reduced by half.]
An ability that allowed me to impregnate a woman and transform her into a thrall.
I found myself thoroughly pleased with this in every possible way. While these parasitic tentacles didn't appear to be designed for direct combat, they possessed capabilities that offered tremendous utility for absolute domination over females.
Eager to test it out on Kim Ah-rin immediately, I summoned one of the parasitic tentacles back. There was no need for verbal communication. Since these entities were directly linked to my very being, they obeyed perfectly through a mere thought command in my mind.
Having suckled their fill of milk, the parasitic tentacles raised their heads with sharp, chittering squeaks.
Just how much milk had they consumed? Kim Ah-rin's heavily swollen breasts had deflated back to their original size, looking as though all the air had been let out.
Chitteeeer.
Chirp, chirp.
The parasitic tentacles writhed their bodies contentedly, clearly satiated.
I recalled one of the two back into my main body and guided the remaining one back into Kim Ah-rin.
Though her opening was still slightly dilated from just completing childbirth, the parasitic tentacle was considerably larger and thicker. Despite the disparity, the creature methodically wedged itself back into her core, forcing its way right back into the womb from which it had just been born.
The exact millisecond the parasitic tentacle secured its position inside her womb, an influx of data regarding Kim Ah-rin began streaming directly into my mind.
[Kim Ah-rin (Inhabited Thrall: Parasitic Tentacle)]
[Guardian Deity: Helenior]
[Trait: Charm Enhancement (E)]
[STR: 4] [DEX: 5] [INT: 2] [LUK: 3] [Corruption Level: 56/100]
There was a peculiar stat visible within her status profile.
What exactly was 'Corruption Level'? I had never once heard of such a stat existing.
To my knowledge, the standard baseline stats consisted of STR for physical power, DEX for agility, INT for magic, and LUK for luck, with certain trait holders possessing a unique stat known as [Divine Power]. However, [Corruption Level] was completely unheard of.
Come to think of it, I possessed a highly unusual stat myself.
[EVIL: 10].
Given that [EVIL] translated literally to malice or wickedness, it appeared fundamentally similar to [Corruption Level], yet a distinct difference set them apart. While [Corruption Level] possessed a clearly defined maximum cap of 100, my [EVIL] stat had no visible limit.
If [Corruption Level] was a metric tracking exactly how corrupted a female had become, wouldn't hitting the maximum of 100 trigger some kind of profound evolution?
On the other hand, no matter how much I pondered the purpose of [EVIL], I could only come up with a few baseless hypotheses.
‘Well, the answer will reveal itself in due time.’
Ruminating over an equation without immediate variables was nothing short of a waste of time. Instead, a small smirk played on my lips as I envisioned the delightful scenarios awaiting me in the near future.
Just imagining what lay in store for her was enough to make the tentacles across my body ripple in anticipation.
***
The idol agency, [Early Summer Entertainment].
As if putting the harsh reality of minor, low-tier agencies on full display, they operated out of a cramped, heavily weathered three-story rented building. With the release of their premier girl group [Florette's] first full-length studio album right around the corner, the eyes of the dancers inside the studio were thick with sweat and raw desperation.
In a small-scale agency of this size, a failed studio album directly translated to the immediate disbandment of the group. Because that outcome was a concrete certainty, a borderline toxic level of sheer grit radiated from every single one of them.
Yet, amidst the intense choreography, there was one woman who uniquely failed to focus.
"Cut! Ah-rin, you're supposed to extend your right hand here."
"I'm so sorry."
"Is something wrong? You seem completely out of it today."
"It's nothing... I'm just feeling a little under the weather."
Kim Ah-rin brushed it off with a vague excuse in response to the choreography director's sharp inquiry.
"With the official release right around the corner, timing is everything... We'll take a ten-minute break and reset."
Gulping down a massive mouthful of water, Kim Ah-rin desperately strained her mind to piece together the events of yesterday.
‘What on earth happened?’
She distinctly remembered waking up in the morning, yet her memory of the entire daytime block was a complete and absolute blank. Her morning recollection cut off instantly, leaping directly to her waking up inside her bed in the dead of night.
The space between those two points had been cleanly severed. And it certainly wasn't the standard blackout resulting from a heavy hangover.
Furthermore, her body felt fundamentally altered.
It was difficult to categorize it as merely being 'under the weather'... her lower abdomen and breasts felt intensely flushed and carried a bizarre, deep-seated ache. She could even swear her breasts felt perceptibly larger.
To make matters worse, an unsettling sensation of emptiness persisted in her nether regions. Upon checking, she discovered her opening was considerably more dilated than usual—as if she had been brutally violated.
Yet, with zero concrete memories to rely on, filing a report at the police station was practically out of the question.
However, above all else, the most disturbing abnormality occurring within her body was...
"Ah-rin? Here, have some water."
Halting her spiral of thoughts, she turned around to find Yuri, a member of [Florette], extending a paper cup filled with water.
"Ah, thank you."
"Are you feeling any better?"
"Drinking the water you brought definitely helps."
"I'm glad! Hehe."
Yuri beamed a radiant smile.
That pure, untainted smile was stunningly beautiful, even from the perspective of another woman like Ah-rin.
Despite being entirely makeup-free due to the grueling practice session, her skin was completely flawless and unblemished, complemented by a puppy-like facial structure that naturally drew adoration from anyone regardless of gender.
Judging by face alone, she possessed the kind of visual caliber that a major entertainment conglomerate would heavily push as the main center of a group.
"Don't push yourself too hard either, Yuri. It'll be a disaster if you end up injuring yourself."
"Since I joined the lineup much later than everyone else, I have to make sure I don't drag the group down."
Yuri’s white t-shirt was thoroughly drenched in sweat. She consistently arrived at the studio at the crack of dawn and remained behind until the absolute latest hour to train. Whenever a spare moment arose, she would constantly pester Ah-rin for technical feedback on her dance routines.
While her late start meant certain technical elements were still lacking, Ah-rin found her sheer work ethic deeply commendable.
[Quite a beautiful female, isn't she? Her milk factories are impressive as well.]
An abrupt voice echoed directly inside Ah-rin's head.
"Huh? Yuri, did you say something?"
"Ehh? No, I didn't say anything at all."
Was she experiencing auditory hallucinations? Ah-rin did her best to ignore it, quickly steering the conversation elsewhere.
"Have you gotten any closer with the other members?"
"Yes! As my execution improves, everyone has started looking at me a bit more favorably."
"Really? That's a huge relief..."
Though Yuri agreed, a faint shadow passed over her expression.
Ah-rin realized a second too late that she had chosen a highly sensitive topic.
[Florette] had originally been structured as a four-member girl group without Yuri. However, when Yuri was injected into the lineup, one of the original founding members had been dropped entirely.
With an outsider rolling in and displacing an established pillar, there was absolutely no way the remaining three members would look upon Yuri with kindness. Despite training together daily, Ah-rin had never once seen the original members exchange even a shred of eye contact with Yuri.
If she had it her way, she felt an intense urge to help the sweet, innocent Yuri by slaughtering those three toxic members—
'W-What on earth am I thinking?!'
The sheer brutality of her own sudden thought sent a profound shockwave of horror straight through Ah-rin's consciousness.
'Slaughter them? I'm completely losing my mind.'
While Ah-rin genuinely wanted to support Yuri and help mend her relationship with the rest of the group, a mere backup dancer stepping in was an egregious overstepping of boundaries.
[Why shouldn't you kill them? Those three are quite easy on the eyes as well.]
"...Shut up."
"Huh? Ah-rin? What did you just..."
"Ah, it's nothing! My mind just drifted for a split second. If you ever need any help, just let me... Hngh!"
Instantly, a sharp, electric jolt of pure stimulation rippled outward from Ah-rin's lower abdomen, vibrating through her entire nervous system.
It was that exact same foreign sensation she had experienced last night.
[A female lacking proper obedience requires swift correction.]
Her core temperature skyrocketed as her body became hyper-sensitized to an extreme degree. She could actively feel her underwear becoming thoroughly soaked in real-time.
A ragged, heated pant escaped past her lips, mirroring a female in absolute heat.
“Ahn... Hngh...”
"Are you okay? You look really flushed."
"Yeah... I'm completely fine."
"But you're breaking out in a cold sweat."
She needed to hold it together. An overwhelming, ravenous impulse to frantically gouge her own core tore through her mind, but she forced herself to clamp down on the urge with everything she had.
Indulging in masturbation right in the middle of her workplace was unthinkable.
"Your face is completely crimson. Are you running a severe fever or something?"
The exact millisecond Yuri reached out and pressed her palm against Ah-rin's forehead, Ah-rin crested over a massive orgasm, violently spurting fluid out.
Splurt!
“Haaah... Ahn...”
"A-Ah-rin?!"
"I'll... I'll be fine after a quick trip to the restroom. Please excuse me for a moment."
At this rate, she was going to entirely lose her sanity and start masturbating right out in the open in front of everyone. Driven by sheer panic, Ah-rin bolted toward the restroom.
Without a single spare bit of mental capacity to care about outward appearances, she violently threw open a stall door and bolted it shut. The moment her hips hit the toilet seat, she yanked her training pants down and tore her underwear to the side.
Shoving her fingers straight into her heavily dilated core, she began to frantically plow herself.
“Squelch, squelch, squelch.”
The arousal fluid produced a wet, sloppy sound as it splattered violently against the porcelain.
“Ah! Hngh... Haah!”
'It feels too incredible.'
As much as she desperately wanted to deny it, the sheer magnitude of the pleasure coursing through her was tens of times more intense than any self-pleasure she had ever experienced in her entire life.
Swept away into an absolute trance, a singular vision solidified inside Ah-rin's mind.
Dark crimson tentacles. Grotesque, ominous, and profoundly terrifying appendages—shapes she had never once beheld in her life—binding her limbs completely while ravaging her core and throat.
The vivid mental projection of herself being completely defiled by those monstrosities caused her nipples to tighten to the point of acute ache.
Pinching her rigid nipples while continuing to furiously plow her core, less than a minute elapsed before Ah-rin felt the next climax rapidly ascending.
An overwhelmingly dangerous, euphoric peak. It carried an ominous weight—a terrifying realization that once she fully crossed this threshold, there would be absolutely no turning back. Yet, her fingers refused to halt their frantic motion.
A second later, Ah-rin erupted into a violent, heavy fountain show as she hit the peak.
“Ahaaah... Ahn!”
The arc of her arousal fluid splattered audibly against the locked stall door.
With her brain chemistry completely melted by pleasure, Ah-rin slumped entirely backward against the toilet tank, allowing her body to bask in the heavy, prolonged aftershocks of the climax.
As the intense waves of euphoria finally began to recede halfway, she noticed that the stall door hadn't even been properly latched. A crushing wave of self-loathing and shame crashed down upon her.
‘Something undeniably happened to me during that missing block of time.’
And furthermore, what on earth were those black tentacles?
She had absolutely zero recollection of ever seeing such things before.
Nor was she some sort of deviant who harbor abnormal fetishes toward such monstrosities. On the contrary, her baseline libido had always been exceptionally low.
Yet right now, merely conjuring the image of those dark crimson tentacles caused her lower abdomen to throb and ache in immediate biological response.
[Submit.]
Submit? To whom?
[Submit to the entity.]
What happens if I submit?
[Eternal pleasure, and absolute bliss. Therefore, submit...]
Ahrin plunged her face directly into a sink filled with freezing cold water. Dunking her head repeatedly and rinsing her face thoroughly, the echoing whispers inside her mind finally began to quiet down.
'Get a grip on yourself.'
She knew with absolute certainty that if she listened to the promptings of that voice right now, her life would be permanently altered beyond any hope of redemption. That could absolutely never be allowed to happen.
Forcing her emotions back into alignment, she stepped out of the restroom only to find a man standing directly in her path. It was Kim Geun-man, the CEO of her agency.
The physical distance between the men's and women's restrooms on this floor was considerable. There was absolutely zero logical reason for Kim Geun-man to be loitering here.
"Ah-rin, how are you holding up? You didn't look too good during practice today."
"Yes... I'm fine."
Ah-rin furrowed her brow in immediate disgust. He was notorious within the company for his terrible hygiene, carrying a permanent, stagnant body odor, and he consistently loitered around the choreography rooms to cast slithering, lecherous glances at the dancers' breasts and backsides.
Furthermore, the number of times he had sleazily attempted to pressure Ah-rin into private drinking sessions was far too high to count on both hands.
"By the way, I could hear some rather interesting acoustics coming from inside the stall. Care to share what you were up to? Hehehe."
Kim Geun-man flashed a greasy, repulsive grin, his eyes locking directly onto Ah-rin's chest. It was clear he had heard her unbridled moans from outside.
As if her day wasn't disastrous enough already. Seriously...
'I want to rip him apart.'
[Slaughter him. Gouge out that fat swine's eyeballs. Slit his throat with a blade so he can never bark again.]
An intensely violent, intoxicating impulse instantly seared itself into her brain once more.
Should she?
[Kill him, kill him, kill him. Execute the human who dares to torment you.]
Just as her consciousness began to slip, thoroughly enticed by the sheer allure of the proposition—
"Ah-rin?"
The grating, swine-like voice of Kim Geun-man snapped her right back to reality.
"I was wondering if you were free this weekend—"
"I'm not feeling well, so I'm leaving early for the day."
"Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden—"
Brushing past Kim Geun-man without a second glance, Ah-rin bolted out of the building.
She knew that if she remained standing in that hallway for even a second longer, she would genuinely execute that fat piece of trash right then and there.