The Ninth Flesh Cocoon
Tighten the pussy twice—feels like Silver's carrying two Bronzes again. "If it gets dangerous, we just bail quick. Not planning to go deep."
"We pull out as soon as it gets dark…."
"Right. If shit hits the fan, I'll buy time up front—you two just run."
The tank leading the way, a guy named Alex, seemed pretty trusted. The kingdom's rank system was spot on. Objectively speaking, there was a clear skill gap between ranks. I'd rarely had issues with same-rank adventurers, but Silvers had screwed me over a few times.
Gotta take that guy out first.
My Electric Worms had already secured eyes everywhere. Unlike the village raid, when I'd snuck close using the larval worm in Praga's womb for comms, I was keeping a distance dozens of times safer now. No way they'd spot me, no matter what.
Gotta thank Epi for this.
I had one-sided intel on the enemy, timing my ambush perfectly. No need to wait for them to go deep like with Epi and Libia—no reason for it either.
And that girl's pretty decent-looking.
Didn't know her name, but she was your average girl. The two guys were eyeing her up like they wanted a shot, so probably no boyfriend. Virgin scent all over her.
For this hit, I'd use the venom sacs. Rare breed from Tia, packing lethal poison.
"Gah!"
Alex let out a single choked scream before the venom sac pounced.
"Kyaaah!"
"W-what the hell is that?!"
Easier than expected. The forest terrain was a huge boon for me. I'd mapped their path ahead, waited in the brush, then leap!… Just dumping one on his head was already fatal.
"Get off Alex!"
The guy hurriedly drew his sword but didn't know what to do. Couldn't swing with it stuck to his buddy's head.
"Urk! Blub blub! Grblrr!!"
Sizzle.
I was already blasting max-strength poison and digestive juices. Alex thrashed in agony.
"A-Alex…!"
The creepy sound of melting flesh drained the girl's face of color.
Now's the time. Mother Libia's Long Hair had unique thread tentacles. Countless ultra-fine strands tangled into one tentacle form. Normally, they spread through the air, holding the turtle-shell-like body afloat like a UFO. But when prey entered the zone, they struck. Right now, they were peering down from above their crowns.
"L-let's run! Us!"
The guy grabbed the girl's arm, suggesting they ditch Alex first.
"Get it off him! Alex is in danger!"
"Can't you see it's poisonous? Touch it and you're fucked! It could latch onto our heads too…."
"Ugh……."
The girl just trembled, no guts to save him.
Boring, so boring. Tia's party was a rare case. Even deep in shit, they didn't betray or flee—they fought to the end. Same skill level, but their mindset was a cut above. Never seen a party suggest ditching someone this fast.
Alex flopped down dead, and the guy started egging her to run too, ready to abandon her.
"Hurry! We gotta run now!"
"But…!"
"Damn it!"
Oh. Guy's bolting solo. At least he'll last long—he clocked the venom sac as bad news right away.
But this girl, can't do shit while her teammate dies and can't even run? She's out. Time to bury them together nicely.
"Phil?"
The girl stared blankly at the venom sac squirming over Alex, clueless about the sudden silence behind her. I'd already moved. Long Hair strike.
Long Hair snatches human heads through the mouth on its underside. The grip and seal were insane—even my tooth tentacles had to yield. Like a hydraulic press, crushing with brutal pressure.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Her shrill scream echoed through the forest. The guy she'd thought had fled was right behind her, head engulfed in mystery flesh.
No time for him to scream. At least I sent him off easy.
The widespread micro-threads bore his weight, like he'd hanged himself mid-air. Crunch. Blood poured from his shoulders. Twitch, twitch. Swift death. Lingering bioelectricity from the wrecked brain jerked the corpse late.
"Hiiik!"
Oh, she knows swordplay? She swung at Long Hair's body in surprise, but no dice. Her blade snapped instead. Low combat power, but Long Hair's body was super flexible and shock-resistant. Soft normally, but tenses like iron bar when needed.
Long Hair slid off the guy's shoulders, leaving a headless corpse.
"Hic!"
She finally snapped to and bolted, ditching sword and bag, pants half-down. But another Long Hair was already eyeing her from above. Time for the claw machine game.
Descending!
Whoosh.
Long Hair's burst speed was blinding. It drifts slow with thin spread threads to avoid notice, but snags prey with explosive power, hoisting 100kg like it vanished.
She dangled too. No sound leaked, but I knew. She was wailing bloody murder inside the body.
Squeeeal.
Like she'd pictured her head popping, piss streamed out. Incontinence confirmed. I'd have too. Just saw a teammate's skull crushed, now it's got yours.
But Long Hair wasn't just for kills. Shlurp. Threads condensed around her body. What served as legs stretched into elastic fabric, wrapping her tight.
"Aaaah! Save me! Somebody save me!"
Inside, thrashing and screaming chaos—but outside, dead silent. Just the outline of limbs flailing in flesh leggings.
Long Hair's other trick: capture. Like a spider silk-wrapping prey. It packages fast for fresh storage. Threads just stretch endlessly under struggle, never tearing. Prey drowns in darkness and terror. Meanwhile, it secretes juices to melt clothes, plus mild aphrodisiac for lockdown orgasms. Concentration about 30x normal. Any female neutralized in seconds.
"Hnnngh!!"
On the spot where her teammates died miserably, the wriggling human-girl-shaped flesh pod soon twitched into pussy-climax bliss.
Packaging complete.
Neat cleanup again. Flesh cocoons could secrete most of my fluids—nutrients, aphro, paralytics—for long-term storage. Walls of micro-tentacles breathed well and absorbed waste. Theoretically, could trap 'em till they croak of old age. But leave 'em two days, and they give up resistance, go docile.
"Kieek!"
"Ki!"
Bog and Gog came to retrieve the pod. Ninth one? Nameless adventurer girl climbs to the top of the flesh cocoon tower.
Maybe expand the pens.
Could absorb nutrients from adventurer pussies as-is, but raising with various tentacle beasts in pens was better for motherboard mental health. But non-urgent stuff gets postponed… that's how they piled up.
If they were ugly as sin or knockout gorgeous, I'd handle personally. Kill the former, claim and pamper the latter. But these were too good to waste on males, so seal average virgins and wait.
Truth was, bigger priorities than infrastructure right now.
"Wanna check outside."
I called Tia. Others were on pregnancy sex or birthing duty today, but I'd timed it for her too.
"You picked me on purpose?"
"You're the most reliable."
She giggled like she'd wanted to hear it. Adorable as hell.
"I'd do anything for Monster."
"Say you love me."
"I love you."
Ahem. Felt like cheesing it up.
"Want more? Hmm?"
Squish squish. Tia clung to my body mass, stroking my belly like fat. Kinda ticklish since no one's touched the main body since birth. I flinched.
"Good at groping but bad at being groped?"
I'd never been touched there…!! I-it tickled…!
Tia poked my wrinkled, contracted flesh, laughing her ass off.
"What do I do outside?"
"Just scout and come back."
Wanted a literal sitrep. Chaos from me meant big moves anytime.
Tia snatched a passing Electric Worm mid-floor. Grotesque enough to freak adult men, but routine for her.
"Take it with?"
"Gonna shove it in your pussy."
Shlurp. It slid down her tits as she loosened her grip. I tentacled one leg up.
"Ah…!"
Electric Worm burrowing into her pussy slit. Tia twitched obediently. Soaked worm stuffing her tight hole.
"With this, you can comm me."
"Hnn…! Hah! Y-yeah… How do I reply? People around'll be tricky."
"Tighten your pussy, twice."
"……."
Tia stared right at me.