Hypnosis in the Succubus Tower Depths

Succubus Magic Tower, Underground Floor 1. Suggestion, hypnosis.

Recalling the memory of getting beaten by goblins just moments ago, I press onward through the Succubus Magic Tower. Back when I had just reincarnated into this world, a single blow to the back of my head would knock me out cold. But now, even after taking a beating for tens of minutes, not a single wound remains. Broken flesh and bones regenerate instantly. Even severed arms regrow in no time.

"......Ohhh♡ ......Ooooh♡"

But the pleasure and pain in my breasts show no sign of fading. The starfish-like tentacles clinging to my chest keep stimulating me relentlessly, their dozens of barbed needles wriggling inside. On top of that, my clothes were completely torn off by the goblins, so there's nothing to support my breasts. I walk down the corridor, cupping them with both hands to keep them from bouncing.

Underground Floor 1 is where the hellish aura truly begins to thicken. Amid the dust-scented bricks, cracks reveal glimpses of fleshy walls, where tentacles undulate and squirm.

"Whoa..."

The moment I spot the tentacles, a primal revulsion hits me. It's like seeing a living sea creature up close—a mix of mystical awe and alien wrongness. They're even glossier than expected. When I lightly poke one with my finger, it shrinks back like a startled short-arm octopus.

"Eugh..."

Shivering, I reflexively pull my hand away, tempted to poke it again but deciding against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it. No time to waste here. Aside from these fleshy tentacle walls, nothing else stands out around me. The adventurers and soldiers dispatched by the princess must have swept through, leaving the tower in a recovery phase.

I ignore the tentacles and wander for tens of minutes. Confident in my sense of direction, I soon find the main path leading to what I assume is the central plaza—or a gathering spot for magic beasts. But as I approach, I scream in shock.

"Gyaaah?!"

A massive eyeball, dozens of times the size of my body, looms there, glaring right at me. The pupil is faded, surrounded by burst blood vessels as thick as my arm. Dozens of octopus-leg-like tentacles stretch out enormously from around it, making the whole thing several times larger than the eyeball alone. It looks like one of those classic giant cyclops tentacle monsters—but it's utterly still, as if dead.

Between the eyeball and its body gape huge, grotesque holes oozing yellow pus and blood, rotting away. Swarms of maggots—massive ones—crawl over it, feasting and laying eggs.

"......This is genuinely creepy."

Even swallowing goblin sewage filth didn't scare or disgust me this much. Is this the terror born of sheer alienation? I revise my mental rating of hell upward—far more frightening, repulsive, and horrific than imagined.

I skirt past the fallen colossal one-eyed tentacle monster. For a split second, it feels like the thing—leaking bloody tears and pus—is staring at me.

'......Just my imagination.'

I steady my breath and exit the vast dome-shaped chamber, heading down the opposite passage from where I entered. This new corridor has mostly fleshy walls, unlike before. The moment my foot sinks into the meaty floor, I stumble.

I flinch, bracing for tentacles to lunge from all sides—but it's just the flesh twitching. Another step, and it quivers again. It feels perilously like walking inside the stomach of that tentacle monster.

I quicken my pace. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. My feet sink in with each step, the flesh rippling in response. Any second now, it might clench and devour me.

"........Uuuh♡"

To escape faster, I speed up, unconsciously putting more force into my steps. Squish squish—the floor depresses deeply. The harder I tread, the more it writhes. Each press feels like dancing on a beast's tongue, thrilling my heart into a pounding frenzy. Love juices already trickle down my thighs, soaking into the humid flesh without drying.

I run through the fleshy passage, but when nothing happens, I stop. I wait, but silence reigns. Honestly, I half-expected something—yet nothing. A subtle disappointment sighs out of me as I glance at the tentacles fixed in my chest.

Nothing around... maybe pull this thing out now? I take a deep breath and grip the starfish tentacle, yanking hard.

"───────GUH?! Kkh, kk.....KAAAAAAAH!!!! It huuuurts so baaaad......!"

It's rooted deep in my chest—agony explodes. Like shoving a lightbulb in, smashing it, and thrashing around. My amplified sensitivity amplifies pain too. Three times more sensation means three times the torment. And right now, my breasts feel over ten times more sensitive than before.

Still stinging, I wipe my eyes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Extreme pain forces tears, like blood from a stab wound.

"Kkh, kkuuuh...."

My entire chest feels like one massive, erect erogenous zone. Every inch of the surface and depths buzzes like a freshly climaxed clit—stinging like needles with every step, hypersensitive, grotesque.

Then why not kill ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the nipple tentacles first? Weaken them, and the barbs inside might loosen. I reach to squeeze one, then hesitate—afraid of a death throe. If it resists, electrocute it unconscious. But that'd shock me too.

"........Nggh."

Do I have to dismantle it? I hesitate, but no choice. Getting paralyzed by this thing at a crucial moment could mean years trapped. If the princess's subjugation fails, decades—or eternity. Sure, it might turn out fine, but I bet on certainties.

"Alright."

Deep breath. I place my palms on my breasts. Have to use the magic Gloria taught me. My mana and stamina are effectively infinite. Zap them unconscious or dead, then extract.

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I rest my hands on the backs of the tentacles embedded in each breast, concentrate mana in my palms, and chant softly. Holy Lightning.

ZZZAP!

"━━━━━━━━GYIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGI!!!"

Crackle! Zzzzap! The shock is brief, but I convulse like a bug on a hot griddle, limbs flailing wildly. My knees buckle; I grind my teeth to the breaking point, unleashing a monstrous scream. Uncontrollable piss gushes from between my legs, steaming white with a musky scent from my heated insides.

I collapse slowly into the puddle of my own urine.

"Khooo...........♡ Ooo......♡ Kkuuuuuh.......Ah, ahhh......♡ Ah, ah, ahhhh, ahhhh....♡"

Lightning alone is agony, but channeled through my sensitive breasts? Unbearable. I don't scream more because my tongue's numb—not because I can endure it. Too painful. My brain screams red alert from the chest signals. Nothing registers around me. Limbs won't obey from the shock. I want to thrash and wail, but can't twitch a muscle. Tears and snot stream down.

Sphincters relax; I soil myself shamefully with piss and shit, but I endure.

"O, ooooh.....♡♡ Oooook........"

Gradually, even this pain transmutes to pleasure. After minutes more, I shakily rise. Steam rises from my body; the chest tentacles are charred black, dead.

"U, uuuh....! Uuugh...!"

I slowly extract the crispy tentacles. Long, branch-like tendrils spill out in a mass, dripping grotesque yellow protein fluid from the tips.

"Kkh♡ Oh♡ Ha, haha. It's out...."

To think these horrors were inside my breasts♡ Ravaging and developing my tits and milk ducts mercilessly♡ Without regeneration, this would've ruined my life. Permanently hypersensitive breasts, unable even to wear a bra—a pathetic bitch forever. Sold as a toy at the slave market or enslaved here eternally♡

Lost in self-destructive arousal, I plunge fingers into my sticky pussy. Better cum once here. Is it because I'm such a slut? My refractory period is short, but after a few, it feels like 'no more.' Fingering pussy and clit with middle, ring, and thumb, I sense a presence and look down.

A jet-black eye with pulsing red veins crawls on the ground, glaring up at me. Overwhelmed by its eerie cat-like gaze, I stare blankly back.

When did this thing sneak up?

Ding—.

"Eh?"

My body tingles and freezes. Then, against my will, I spring up. Pure autonomic reflex.

'This........ don't tell me..... hypnosis?'

The one-eyed tentacle flaps into the air. Staring into its eye, cold sweat drips. This must be offspring of that giant one-eyed monster from before. I try averting my gaze, but can't budge. Somehow I sense dozens more around me—flapping sounds close in from all sides. The lightning shock and ensuing masturbation blinded me to them.

"A......a......"

A mechanical tone escapes my lips. The one-eyed tentacle before me grins a chilling eye-smile, then slowly backs away, holding my gaze—as if beckoning me to follow. Woodenly, I obey, trudging after it.

I trail it through twisting passages, deeper into the tower—the flesh walls growing denser. For tens of minutes, I fixate on the eye, my body marching while my mind stays sharp. At least not mental domination.

A door to the next floor grinds open—not stone, but a horrific fleshy schlorp, like a monster's womb parting.

Succubus Magic Tower, Underground Floor 2. Where the tower's influence deepens truly. A glimpse of hell's corner. Thickest darkness and yin energy, living tentacles, imps with red skin and wings—hell's goblins.