Cat in Suspenders -2- (Tentacles, Hardcore Warning) (Caution for the Faint-Hearted)
-Thud! Thud!! The bed containing Seokgil and the wraith rocked violently.
-Squelch!! Slosh!! Slosh!!
"Eeeek!!"
The damp, sticky sounds from under the bed and the woman's terrified scream revealed that the prey, now deluded into thinking herself the hunter, had finally realized her true position.
"No no no!!" Along with that voice came, "P-Please, spare me!!"
-Squelch!! The wraith burst out from under the bed like it was fleeing for its life. Its faded blonde hair scattered as only its upper body emerged, revealing its glowing green eyes. The wraith's pupils trembled relentlessly with intense fear.
And as the wraith tried to crawl out from under the bed in terror,
"Where do you think you're going!? You said you'd play with me!! Come on, play with me!!"
"Eeeek!!!!"
Seokgil's voice echoed from under the bed where the wraith's lower half still lingered. Hearing this, the wraith let out a faint scream of unbearable horror and glanced back.
The moment it did, what it saw was
-Ssshh... Thick, serpentine tentacles writhing like snakes.
"Kyaaaa!!"
-Ssshh!! Ignoring the scream, the tentacles slithered up the wraith's body.
"What the hell are you doing to my body!? Stop it!!"
Normally, touching her ethereal form would be impossible, but the passive skill of the Soul Exorcist, a being attuned to spirits, made it possible without any special abilities.
The tentacles glided over the wraith's body and then
-Grip!!
"Urk!?"
They coiled around the wraith's neck like a collar.
-Squeeze!! And a powerful force yanked her backward.
"Noooo!!! Spare me!!"
Sensing what was about to happen, the wraith screamed desperately for help from those around her, but all she got in return was
"Auu~"
"Uee.."
"Huaa~"
"Dauu..!!"
The cold, mocking sneers from the four Living Death servants.
-Scraaaape!!
"Aaaah!!"
The wraith dug its long nails into the floor like anchors, but that was nowhere near enough to withstand the tentacles' strength. Sharp scraping noises rang out as its nails ground against the floor, leaving gouges behind as it was dragged in.
And soon
-Squelch!!
"Aaaah!! Nooo!!"
The wraith's body was fully pulled back under the bed.
"Hahaha!! Look, there's a little hole here. Here comes the 'traiiiin'!!!"
"Wh-What's a train? I don't know, but stop…!!!"
-Thrust!! Before the wraith could finish, the sound of something hard piercing something soft echoed through the room.
-Shluck!!
"Oogh!!!"
With that, the wraith's upper body bounced back out from under the bed.
"Wh-What just went inside me…"
Her eyes shook wildly with fear and confusion.
Before she could even finish, Seokgil's voice came from behind again.
"Heh, being a low-grade spirit, your internals are pretty simple."
Unlike the coachman, who had a structure somewhat similar to a human's, this one's insides were just ectoplasm, like a balloon.
"So stuff like this should work too."
"W-Wait… What are you—"
-Shluuunk!! A thick, long thing plunged even deeper into the hole, producing a friction sound.
"H-Hiiik!?"
For the first time since becoming ethereal—no, even before becoming a ghost—she felt something wriggling inside her body, a sensation she'd never experienced.
As an undead, there was no pain, but a wave of disgust, revulsion, and displeasure rose from her heart at this unprecedented violation.
"Mmph!?"
Suddenly, she felt something rising in her throat, like right before vomiting in life.
-Bulge
Her mouth instinctively clamped shut, but her cheeks swelled from whatever was pushing up from her throat.
But
"Mmph!? Out!!"
-Shlorp!!
The thing forcing its way up her throat wriggled like it was alive and pried her mouth open.
And the wraith couldn't believe her eyes. Because what emerged from her throat was
-Wriggly wriggly!!
"!?!?!?"
The same tentacles that had pierced her pussy and ass. Unlike a complex human body, the wraith's balloon-like simple structure allowed them to easily tunnel through and out her mouth.
"Oogh!! Obugh!!"
-Thud thud!!
Overcome with disgust and terror, the wraith thrashed wildly, but it was futile. The tentacles had already taken full control of her insides.
-Ssshh!! Squirm squirm!!
"!!!!"
The tentacle from her mouth extended even longer outward.
-Ssshh!! Ssshh!! Pat pat
The tentacles groped her body as if searching for something. Then,
-Squish squish
They found her abundantly plush chest, recognized it as their target, slipped between her cleavage, and
-Grip!!
Coiled around her breasts once, binding them tightly.
"Oob!! Ooob!!"
In desperation, the wraith looked pleadingly at the nearest being—
"Haa… I'm so jealous… How dare a wretch like you offer your body—every nook and cranny inside—to Master…"
Kangjang. Despite the wraith's crime of daring to mount her master—a sin worthy of a thousand deaths—she wore an envious expression toward this lucky(?) creature receiving his grace.
"So."
-Squeeze
With a face mixed with envy, jealousy, and irritation, Kangjang placed her foot on the wraith's head. And
"Serve Master with your body and devotion."
-Thud!!
She pushed it back under the bed with a slight press.
"Ob!! Oob!!"
Even with her mouth blocked, it let out muffled whimpers of terror.
-Ssshh
But tentacles surrounded her, and
-Rustle
As the blanket from the bed fell, covering the wraith,
-Squelch!! Squelch!!
-Thrust!! Thrust!!
-Slap slap!!
With lewd wet sounds, the scene came to a close.
◆ ◆ ◆
I looked down at the local I'd just "recruited" beneath me.
"Oogh!!♥"
-Squelch!! Squelch!
-Slap slap!!
Unlike her earlier screams of disgust and fear, her voice now clearly mixed with moist moans of pleasure.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Ogoh!!?♥ Ogok♥!?!?"
Even she seemed baffled by why she was starting to feel this way, confusion blooming in her eyes.
Of course, my ectoplasm doesn't grant pleasure to other undead not directly created and bound to me. But there's a way.
Using the Undead Domination line of abilities—special domination magic tailored for undead, which have near-immunity to regular mind magic.
But this ability has limits: few spells or skills available, and it can't dominate undead with existing masters or high dark magic resistance. Players get max dark magic resistance on undead race selection, so they're almost impossible unless special circumstances.
But
-Squelch!! Squelch!!
"Obub!! Oogh!!♥"
"You squirt ectoplasm like a champ."
As a half-divine Nzambi hyper-specialized in undead creation, domination, and command—with a job build to match—I could dominate up to advanced undead, assuming no prior master and not a player.
So.
-Hummm!!!!
Through Nzambi's skill—the Undead Domination skill Sovereignty of the Death Command—the wraith's ethereal body fell under my control, its original ectoplasm being overwritten by mine.
And soon
-Snap!!
With a click, my mind linked to the wraith's. The same mental connection my Living Death servants shared with their familiars and masters.
And with that,
"Ogogo!! Ogogok!!♥"
-Spurt!! Splurt!!
The wraith climaxed spectacularly, squirting ectoplasm from her pussy in unprecedented pleasure.
"Oooob….♥"
Her eyes, once filled with fear and loathing, clouded over, brimming with submission and affection toward me.
"Phew, local recruitment complete."
Mission accomplished, safely.
After the recruitment wrapped up and a little time passed,
-Smack
-Squish squish
-Slosh slosh
"Haaah… Master…"
I sat the wraith—what the local ghosts called "Madam"—at the desk and fondled her ample breasts from the side. As a low-grade spirit, the texture wasn't great, but the unique vibe and feel made it worth groping anyway.
"So you're the one ruling half this city?"
"Yesss…♥ Excluding the city center, I rule the west, and the east is under a ghost called the Count…♥"
And I gleaned plenty more info. The city brimmed with spirits because of the previous Demon King's army invasion Tibolt had mentioned. They performed some ritual in the center, turning dead citizens into bound ghosts—local spirits tethered here.
But the ritual failed; the demons in the center all died, and while citizens became ghost undead, they didn't submit to the Demon King. Even a skeletal demon claiming to be some Immortal Legion Archfiend came recruiting and got laughed off.
The city center has shadow monsters that attack anyone crossing a certain boundary. No ghosts dare go there.
"And we suspect the head of Silver Flash—executed and hung on a central street just before the Demon King's army arrived—is linked to those shadow monsters."
As bound spirits in a ghost-rumored city with no visitors, they had nothing better to do than speculate like this. The demons' ritual spot, the street, and Silver Flash's head were smack in the middle of the shadow monsters' range.
'No wonder I only sensed shadows and no presence in the center.'
Nothing else there but shadows, so only shadows to sense. And I'd pinpointed the target's location too.
'Wait, a major city in Grion Kingdom, entire population ghosts?'
Madam was one of the strongest ghosts, ruling half the city, so most seemed low-grade undead or below—trash tier. Still, that number piqued my interest.
'Didn't count when I sensed them, but damn, that's a lot.'
Ghost legion, huh… Plenty of uses.
"Before cat-hunting, let's recruit more locals?"
"Auu!!"
"Uee!!"
"Huaa~"
"Dau."
My Living Death servants voiced their agreement. Naturally—they figured all undead should follow me.
"Alright, let's go."
Time for more recruitment (coercion).