Tentacle Assault (2): If the Vigilantes Can't Stop It, It's Irreversible!
Same time. Frindel wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run.
"Hold the line!"
But showing his back meant death. As the fight dragged into a desperate brawl of raw strength, the tentacle dogs poured out in droves. Realizing all hope was lost, the villagers began fleeing in every direction. Among them were elders too frail to fight and young children. The tentacle dogs lifted their heads in unison, as if drawn by an absolute will, and gave chase to the survivors. Any human without breeding value was to be slaughtered outright. It was as if every beast had made that pact. Tongue tentacles lashed out long and strangled the helpless ones. Even those who managed to slip away initially were neutralized after stumbling into the countless Flesh Incarnations laid out like a perimeter on the village outskirts.
While the villagers threw up barricades, the Tentacle Monster was erecting another one outside. An encircling wall made of Flesh Incarnations that could move underground—that was it.
Stay calm. We still have the power to drive these monsters back. We just need time to regroup!
Frindel bought that time, covering his squad's retreat.
"Go while I'm holding them off!"
"F-Frindel!"
"Move, now! Frindel's from the knights—he'll be fine!"
Shuuuk! From the darkness stretched a grayish-white tentacle. Unlike the tongue tentacles the dogs used to throttle throats, this one was lined inside with shark-like teeth—hard and razor-sharp. Frindel reflexively raised his sword to block... but
Clang!
"Wha... what."
The toothed tentacle snapped Frindel's longsword clean in two.
That monster... it's still alive after all!
"Frindel, hurry!"
"Just get over here, Frindel!"
Time bought—enough! As Frindel started to fall back,
A Blasphemy leaped from somewhere onto his head, latching on tight with its four tentacles.
"Guhk!"
Can't see! Can't breathe! Frindel staggered unsteadily.
"Damn it, we gotta help Frindel!"
"No way! The monsters are swarming!"
"Then what? Lock the door and leave him?"
Pssshhh. Corrosive digestive juices sprayed from the Blasphemy's mouth.
"Gaaahhh!"
The Blasphemy clung fast—to his legs, torso, shoulders, neck... Frindel twisted grotesquely before collapsing to the ground.
"We—we gotta go!"
The villagers slammed the door shut and hurried to the village center.
"Survivors, this way!"
"Damn it, what the hell is happening..."
Fires blazed everywhere. Strangely, amid the chaos, women's heated moans echoed sporadically through the village. The isolated vigilantes were at a loss.
"Lady Nimyuel... save us..."
"We're all dead, dead I tell you!"
"My wife! My daughter!"
"No straggling! Hold position!"
Deserters all became Blasphemy fodder. Lacking the focus to scan the ground carefully, they fell pathetically easy. At zero range, the digestive spray made humans writhe in agony before death. A bizarre scene. While the men died in torment, on the other side poured forth waves of ecstatic bliss.
"Ah... ahn... ahn... ahn!"
"Ngh... hngh... what do... pussy... feels good... pussy feels so good!"
"Ahn, ahn... nooo...!"
"Oop, mmph. Pussy's so sensitive, so sensitiveee. Don't thrust like that!"
Individual differences aside, women exposed to the aphrodisiac amplifying pleasure dozens of times over quickly fell addicted—deeper than any drug.
"Ooooh♡"
"Hyaaa!"
Women squirted in fountains with their cries of rapture, men screamed in pain. In that tangled symphony of sounds, one blood-soaked man rose.
"Follow me!"
"Rangl!"
"Anyone who can still move—follow!"
The squad stirred. Rangl led them toward the west gate, where fewer monsters lurked, hoping to regroup. But Younghee, Bog, and Gog already held it—with hordes of Blasphemes. They grinned wickedly. Realizing the trap ran far deeper than imagined, Rangl broke into cold sweat.
It's like someone's watching us from somewhere.
A bottomless pit trap with no escape. What he'd thought was ankle-deep had swallowed them to the neck—too late by then.
「Attack」
"Just one orc!"
A skilled orc warrior could handle three grown men. Even against cowed vigilantes with weapons, resistance was feasible. But the vigilantes crumpled first.
"Kreeek!"
A pale glow enveloped Younghee's body. White Blasphemy—shielded the orc with Mother Tia's holy power. Under protective holy arts, blades wouldn't bite, and strikes gained resistance. Younghee bulldozed through like a chariot, then axed throats one by one.
"Kragh!"
"Swords aren't cutting!"
Seeing no hope in direct combat, they dropped weapons and fled one by one. Rangl bellowed,
"You idiots! What are you doing? There's nowhere left to run here!"
"Kekeke."
Bog darted forward nimbly. Bog and Gog coated blades and arrows with Self Blasphemy venom, swiftly dispatching vigilantes. A mere graze rotted limbs away— the deadly trait of this rare variant. White Blasphemy wielded holy arts, Self Blasphemy deadly poison.
"Filthy, ugly monsters!"
Rangl, left alone, shouted,
"The kingdom's knights won't let you get away with this!"
His bloodshot curse was his last words.
* Before starting this, I wondered. If I, dropped into this isekai, unleashed atrocities no one ever had before—would I suffer for it? Staring at the carnage I'd wrought, would I tear my hair out regretting, I shouldn't have done this, shedding tears?
Answer: NO.
The bitches' faces twisting when seized by this hideous monster! The despair of plummeting from grace to the sewer depths! Jamming my dick into mouths and pussies of those trying to bite their tongues and die... it thrilled me.
The tentacle assault was the ultimate festival. Premium forever!
"...This is awful."
Tia and Beth, who'd entered the village with me, wore grim expressions. No one would dance for joy at a village wiped out by monsters. But their values had shifted for sure. They just pitied the scene—no rage aimed at me over the slaughtered villagers. Felt damn good.
First off, I'd wiped out every bastard who'd stabbed and hacked me, while snatching their wives, sisters, older sisters for immediate dick-downs and seedings. The more they resisted, the rougher. But today wasn't ending there.
「The party's just starting」
Time to hunt down the pussies barricaded in their homes, scared shitless. Tentacle Sense pierced walls, revealing their pale faces trembling so hard they'd forgotten to breathe. Tentacle Sense was ace, but not quite thermal vision—it couldn't spot every lifeform. Good thing I had legions of tentacle beasts as hands and feet.
Beth's dutiful Red Lotus pups. Their time to shine.
"No! Nooo!"
"Kyaaa!"
"Help! Somebody help!!"
Red Lotus swept houses, unleashing shrieks everywhere. Watching women dragged out sobbing and wailing got me hard instantly. Hadn't even unleashed it yet, but my cockhead was rock-solid. But everything has order. After a big win, the boss scarfing first looked desperate.
「Younghee, Bog, Gog」
I summoned the trio.
"Kek!"
"Churruk."
「You lot want to breed too, huh」
Reward time for my minions. I scanned the captive village women. Tentacle Sense wouldn't reach untainted ones, but they sensed the menace, huddling and bawling. Surrounded by grotesque monsters, what else could they do? Their nightmares would come true. POW treatment? Nah. We'd fuck 'em all.
Which bitch to give 'em.
Only halfway-decent ones here. We'd culled the too-old or ugly beyond tolerance, same as the men. Left were about twenty healthy women. Faces? Meh. Honestly disappointed. Praga, Tia, Beth—had they ruined my standards? Briefly wondered if all women in this world were hotties... nah, impossible. Stunners are rare. These? Healthy and average, nothing special. Back when I crawled like a maggot, I'd have bowed and devoured. Now I could spare a couple as dedicated onaholes for minions.
These guys get the job done.
Bog, Gog, Younghee—loyal and smart. Wanted them knowing loyalty meant not just scraps, but real rewards. Unlike my innate tentacle beasts, inseparably linked from birth, they could rebel.
「This one first.」
I coiled a tentacle around her long hair, tossing her to Younghee.
"Aaaah! No! Nooo!"
The grabbed woman clung desperately to others' hands, but they shoved her off, fearing they'd follow. Haha. Pigs to the slaughter. Her endless squeals got a few tentacle slaps to quiet her.
"Ugh... hng... kkh..."
「Younghee's. Manage her yourself.」
"Buhoook!"
Younghee hoisted her up, slamming his raging cock into her pussy. Instant mating—like a total dude? She'd scream more normally, but lingering aphrodisiac had her twitching through a pussy climax.
"Hak... haat... hnggh!!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch. Younghee panted roughly, pounding her hole with gusto. The women watching paled further in terror.
「Next」