The Millennium-Old Elf Archmage's Life Ends in Personality Excretion♡ Complete
"Oooongoooooo!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Crunch♡ Crunch♡ The sound of her life ending echoes.
Rin strains with bulging veins, her body shuddering as she tries to endure the peak of ecstasy. But she can't hold out. The moment the tentacles torment her clit, thrust into her pussy, and whip her nipples, her entire body trembles pathetically in climax. It's not a matter of mental strength. No amount of willpower can do a thing. At best, it keeps her from going completely insane.
"Oguut?!♡♡♡♡ Oguoooooo!!!♡♡♡♡"
Rin twists her body in orgasm. Each time, the muscles gripping every hole in her body go slack, and the personality shit inside her rectum surges downward. The moment of total life-ending doom approaches. Just a little further—just a tiny bit more—and it's over.
A thousand years of studying magic, building her scholarly reputation, wandering the world, honing her skills as a mage... all culminating in shitting out her personality and dying. No, not even dying—just this endless fate♡♡♡
"Nngoooooo!!♡♡♡"
Rin resists. As best she can, she leaves her torn muscles alone and pours every ounce of strength into her sphincter and rectum to hold back the shit.
"Leeeenaaaa!!!♡♡♡ Hurryyyy!!♡♡♡♡"
She mutters the name of the only one who can save her. Even if it means living the rest of her life with a plug in her asshole, she can't die like this. She won't let it end this way♡♡
Rin trembles as she forces strength into her sphincter. But before she can, a brutal orgasm saps the power from her legs. She can't physically endure it. Willpower, resolve, years of training, knowledge—none of it matters.
Every time the ridged tentacles cover her pussy, every scrape of the ones pistoning inside her... an irresistible, absolute climax crashes over her. Pleasure so intense resistance is impossible. Ecstasy like torture that drags a female to the very bottom.
"Ooook..................!!♡♡...Ooooooo.....!!!♡♡♡♡♡"
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Brutally vulgar sounds accompany the relentless pistoning.
Perfectly tenderized as a female, Rin can't even scream anymore. She just quivers in orgasm after orgasm. Pleasure stronger than anything she's ever known. Each thrust-thrust dominoes through her erogenous zones, sending orgasmic electric signals from her pussy, anus, nipples, areolae.
"............♡♡♡♡♡"
The signals race up her spine in an instant. Rin shudders violently, farts wetly, squirts, and pisses transparent, scalding urine. Shhh♡ The sound of her pissing mixes with faint periodic farts. The air chokes with thick female juices, pheromones, and piss stench.
Ecstasy spreads to her fingertips and toes. Rin rolls her eyes back, drool pouring from her mouth. It's like electric shocks firing through every nerve.
".............O♡♡♡............Ooo....!!♡♡♡...............Oook......♡♡...Oheook.......!!♡♡"
.......... Crunch!!♡♡♡♡ .............. Pfffrrrtt!!♡♡♡
With a hideous fart, chunks of Rin's personality dregs start dropping out.
"O........Ooo.......?!!?♡♡♡♡"
Rin's head spins. She can't tell front from back. As the personality shit ejects, she feels something precious being shaved away.
"O........♡♡♡..........No..........♡♡.......Nooo heh.............♡♡♡"
Drool streaming, Rin clenches her asshole desperately. She feels the personality shit right at the edge of her rectum. She strains to squeeze her sphincter shut. But no strength comes. Trying only makes her feel like she'll shit it out. Like a crumbling dam, spilled water—it's irreversible now. Forcing it might just stimulate more.
At the same time, the tentacles tormenting her body everywhere halt.
"O..........♡♡♡...............Ooook..........♡♡♡♡"
She can't even tense up. The slightest twitch of her asshole feels like a waterfall of personality shit will pour out.
"Plea........♡♡..........Please...............♡♡♡"
Rin stares wide-eyed, bloodshot, begging. She doesn't want to shit her personality out pathetically like this. She doesn't want her life to end. But there's no way left to resist. Even twitching feels like it'll force it out. The scraps of her remaining personality and humanity slosh at her asshole's edge.
"............................"
The tentacles stop stimulating her erogenous zones and writhe, staring at her. Snicker snicker. Mocking her. Rin stares blankly at them, trembling.
Her wrecked asshole can't hold the personality shit anymore. Her hypersensitive body climaxes violently at the slightest touch. Fingertips to anus to armpit wrinkles—everything's so sensitive she cums faintly even untouched.
"...................Hoo......Ooo............♡♡♡♡.........Ohe........♡♡♡..............Hook....♡♡......"
Rin desperately deep-breathes. Each exhale makes her pussy spasm and squirt female juices. From her untouched anus, the personality shit starts slowly leaking. Pffft♡♡ Pfffrrt♡♡♡
"O..........♡♡♡..........Ooooo......?!♡♡♡"
From Rin's ruined asshole, iridescent blue personality shit descends. Plop♡♡ Plop-plop♡♡ Vulgar sounds as it hits the tentacle floor.
A normal human would be done, but Rin is a grand archmage. Her personality shit—her personality jelly—is far longer than any ordinary female's. She clings to consciousness. But that's all.
She's barely expelled a tenth, but she feels her personality erode in real time. Her head spins as personality, mana, a millennium of knowledge, experience, precious memories—all shaved away at the root.
"Nngggguuuk!!!♡♡♡...Owooook?!♡♡♡♡ Oguk♡♡♡ No, no♡♡♡ Please♡♡♡ I'll do anything♡♡♡ Please♡♡♡ Please♡♡♡♡♡ Jengoooook?!♡♡♡♡"
Each twist of personality shit flipping through her guts makes her pussy spray female juices. It's not orgasm—it's liberation a hundredfold greater than days of diarrhea and constipation finally releasing from her ass.
"....................Kku♡♡ Kkoooooook.....................!!!!............Hook....♡♡♡..............Kkook....!!!!♡♡♡"
Rin contorts her face pig-like, screeching throatily. Snot streams wildly. Her breathing's erratic. Her gut aches. The urge to expel all her personality from her shithole. And simultaneously, absolute terror that her life ends the instant she does.
"Kkhek!!!♡♡♡ Kkuk♡♡♡♡!! Kkuk!!!♡♡♡ Kkeuk!!♡♡♡ Kkhehe♡♡♡ Kkheeeek!!♡♡"
Rin begs. Please♡ Please♡ Save me♡♡ I've lived a thousand years♡ My knowledge, power, mana—all useful♡♡ I'm not like ordinary bitches♡ So please♡
"Hek!!♡♡ Heook♡♡♡ Kkee.....?!"
As Rin squeals like a pig, the tentacle before her writhes. From the flesh wall's center, a massive tentacle erupts, twitching grotesquely as it mutates.
Rin watches its mutation with terrified eyes. From the mutated tip extends a long cylindrical something. A siege ram of tentacle material looms before her—thicker than a man's thigh. It approaches her belly.
"......................................"
The blunt end bears dense, bizarre runes. Vein-like, complex curses etched there—mirroring the ones on her own belly.
With her dimming mind, Rin realizes. This will utterly end her life. No mercy, no quarter—just trampling her existence, shattering her femininity, her female identity, reducing her to meat. Pure malice.
Like a New Year's bell tolled by force. Helplessly fixed spread-eagle, Rin stares at approaching death.
"................................................"
She trembles. No room left to beg mercy.
Grrrrrind─!!! Eerie sounds as the tentacle pillar's surface writhes. Like muscles bulging before a strike, it swells grotesquely. Then slowly draws back.
"............................Ha....."
Belly bulge. Before primal violence, before the enemy, Rin can do nothing.
Like a ram poised to swing, it secures distance and halts. Then crunch—pauses an instant. Like a fist halting just before impact.
It's over, over, over? Rin sees her life flash. Daily life with Lena, her elf journeys' twists, trivial routines, happiness, incidents, battles. The final emotion—bitter regret, terror. And faint anticipation of release.
"───Hahaha♡"
Then the rune-etched tentacle pillar slams into Rin's womb at blinding speed.
SMASH!!!!!!
"───────────Kkerrwek?!!?!?♡♡♡"
Rin shudders from the shock reverberating past her guts into her womb. Internals and spine tingle; shattering pain makes her piss, drool, eyes bulge as she groans in agony.
And.
Crunch!!♡♡♡ Pffrrrrtt!!♡♡♡ Crunch♡♡♡ Fwoosh♡♡♡ Pffdddddtt!!♡♡♡
"Kko?! Oo?!!?♡♡♡♡ Nngiiiiiioook....!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Shii♡♡♡ No, no♡♡ Ongiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡"
The runes above her womb flash wildly, her belly booming. ZZZ♡♡♡ Ziiiiing♡♡♡
Unbearable forced defecation surges. Her sphincter doesn't just relax—it dilates to its limit for expulsion. Looser than dead creatures spraying shit and piss.
The instant ecstasy of death. Electricity floods her body and spine; all nerves and muscles slacken, absolute liberation from bodily limits. Before fundamental release, a millennium's knowledge, experience, power—irrelevant.
Rin abandons even her dignity as a living being, shrieking as she shits.
Crunch♡♡♡♡ Pshiiiiiit!!♡♡♡♡
"Ongiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡"
Rin's personality shit flows for tens of seconds. All that time, she can't even scream—lungs emptied in one wail. Hiss. Air escapes as she trembles, control utterly lost: shit, piss, tears, snot, explosive sweat from every pore.
"━━━━━━━━━━━━━!!!!!!!!"
Thrust-thrust, the jelly squirms like a living thing: Spurt!! Plop-plop!!! Crunch!! Fwoooosh!! Mixed with remnants, gut fluids, dregs.
Soon, a 20-meter-long sausage-like slime jelly, steaming hot, plops onto the tentacle floor.
The end of her life-termination ritual.
'...................Ooook.......♡♡..........What....?♡♡ That..........that.... hideous ass......♡'
Did she black out? Rin opens her eyes to a vulgar woman's ass above her, gaping asshole twitching. So crude, her red inner rectum visible. Bound spread-eagle by tentacles, drenched in fluids, it looks to Rin like chicken meat or an insect leg—unreal, pathetic.
Her pussy drools juices lewdly; anal hairs and every wrinkle visible. Utterly grotesque.
Rin tries to click her tongue, move—but nothing. Can't even tsk. Can't turn her head. No limbs. Can't speak.
'..........Wh-what?!.... This body... won't move?! Come to think of it, I... I was..........I..........Ah.........Aaa....!!! Aaaaaaaa............!!!!!'
Late realization dawns. Rin begins inwardly screaming in horror and despair.
Investigating the grimoire, captured, reduced to personality shit. Personality shit—herself literally become shit. Worse than human or livestock: can't walk, speak, even breathe. Just a resource.
Thus Rin's life ends. But as expelled personality jelly, her tool-life continues. No—now it begins.
As personality jelly, Rin curses her all-too-vivid consciousness unconsciously, watching the tentacles writhe toward her body... and toward herself.