Manhole Erotic Trap
The world outside my tentacle ero trap was the bustling street district, just as I'd expected. The presence of the kingdom's knight order meant this had to be Furnaul, right? Reuniting with my motherboards didn't seem like it would be too hard—as long as I got myself ready first.
My body had shrunk, which toned down the grotesqueness a bit, but if anyone spotted me, it'd cause a huge commotion. Even at night, I had to move carefully. Hiding in alleys and slipping out amid drunken crowds, I quickly dove into the sewer.
Ugh, the smell.
Tentacle monsters like me are actually pretty clean creatures. We constantly secrete that slippery liquid to keep our bodies spotless. From a human perspective, my fluids might look filthier than cum stains, though.
Hiding in a dirty sewer wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. The stench of sewage was intense, and the floor was grimy. Streets aren't pristine either—dust clings to you—but it's nothing compared to this.
Ugh.
Just moments ago, I'd been in a clean house fucking a hot married woman, and now I was in a stinking sewer. The gap was brutal. But for survival, it was unavoidable. I'd left traces behind; showing up injured would ruin the whole "playing dead" ploy.
Damn, it hurts like hell.
My whole body throbbed from the wound left by White Flame. What kind of mechanism even was that attack? My original body had burned clean away, yet it was gnawing at my life force across space and time... The massive level gap meant I got incinerated in an instant, which might've been lucky. If I'd held out ambiguously, I'd have endured a hundred times worse agony right up to my dying breath.
Hoo...
Calm it down, slowly. It was getting better bit by bit. Thanks to the pure orgasm pussy juice Diana had shared as a blessing. But the fits could strike again anytime. I had to deal with the remnants of White Flame before they devoured my life force completely... or I'd waste away before even reaching Tia.
For now, with the pain subsided, I checked my reflection in the water.
Hmm? Oh ho.
Damn, I looked good. About the size of an adult man's head. The overall shape was very starfish-like. The surface was smooth like my unmodified primal tentacles, with skin that was grayish but precisely half-red. When blood rushed in, my whole body could flush red like an erect cock.
Thud thud. Tried bipedal walking. Running around like this would look kinda funny. If I were in a horror movie, I could pull off something like "the severed hand that moves."
Simplified appearance, huh. Kinda cute, even. Of course, no human would see it that way.
Anyway, time to think about what needed doing.
One: Steady nutrient supply. To avoid wasting away from White Flame's remnants, I absolutely needed pussy juice.
Two: Find my motherboards. I had to connect with the ones who'd infiltrated human society under my orders. Powering up somehow was key. If I didn't get strong enough to take down the kingdom's knight order, there'd be no next time.
"Nutrient supply" and "find motherboards" overlapped. They could be fulfilled simultaneously.
Wander the sewers below and scout for motherboards I could communicate with on the surface? ...Yeah, right.
My Tentacle Sense was way weaker than before. I tried linking with the highly sensitive Electric Worms, but no response. All my tentacle beasts were probably dead. Even if some hid safely in motherboards' pussies, they were as good as gone without me possessing or commanding them.
In other words... I needed new prey. Right here in the kingdom's underground sewers.
Shuuuk! I wrapped tentacles around pipes in the wall and ceiling, launching my body forward. Aerial maneuver! First, map the positions of manholes scattered across the city! Hugging the walls let me gauge street layouts and spot people passing by.
No worries about finding prey. Pussies were everywhere. If this was Furnaul, the kingdom capital I'd toured with Tia, there were overwhelmingly more women to target than the adventurers in the forest.
Good. So far, so expected. My level dropped, but all that first-run experience couldn't have vanished.
Hng.
Flesh transformation. Mimicking fabric was tough at first, but now it had a decent artisanal feel. I peeled off some bubbling, expanding flesh lumps and shaped a manhole cover. Pushing aside the real one took force, but luckily these were smaller and thinner than modern iron ones—manageable.
Then I sealed the entrance with my plausible fake "manhole cover." Perfect. But the contents? Not yet.
If you asked what it was, an ero trap. For snaring passing women and harvesting nutrient-rich pussy juice.
Let's call it the .
Direct hunting was too risky, so I meticulously crafted for the first time in ages. I slathered the vertical sewer pipe below the manhole with slippery flesh like wallpaper.
Good. No smell. Proved again that my slippery liquid had sterilizing effects. Of course, any woman who fell in might prefer contaminated water... Not my problem.
I formed a pouch from proliferated flesh to catch falling women, densely texturing the inside. Like the tiny protrusions from Tender. Great for absorbing their fluids and injecting mine. Slippery liquid already pooled, making it moist and steamy hot—slightly above human body temp, thanks to my own heat.
Since my original form was an internal tentacle monster, replicating an organ-trap was easy. I sprouted multiple tentacles inside, completing three .
No one suspects manhole covers. That's why accidents still happen even in modern times—construction leaves 'em open, someone stares at their smartphone and plop.
Now, wait.
Trap trait: passive. Needed a cute girl to pass overhead, which was beyond my control. Only I could peek outside with Tentacle Sense, so multiplying traps wouldn't help. Lonely, solitary battle. But tentacle traps? Romantic. Heart pounding.
Oh, that girl...!
This way! This way! Come on, shake that huge ass over here. Big-titted milf sis, please!
Urk.
She slipped past sideways. Total ideal type—such a shame. Who knew the kingdom had so many hotties? But not one stepped on my trap? Depressing.
I was starting to feel pathetic, drooling as I watched, when—bite.
"They say that place is really good. Let's go together later."
Three women in their early twenties, fair-skinned. The big-assed hotpants girl in the middle stepped on the manhole cover.
I couldn't hold back and opened it.
"Ack!"
Thought she'd sink to her waist, but her posture threw off my expectation. The cover softened, toppling her balance—she sank to the waist, but her ass jammed in while her legs shot straight up. Incredibly embarrassing pose, stuck.
"Ah... Ah... What, what is this...!!"
"Puhaha."
"What, did the ground cave in 'cause you're heavy?"
"Wh-what?! I'm not heavy at all!"
Her ass comically buried in the ground, friends didn't see the gravity—laughing their asses off. Hotpants girl's cheeks flushed red.
"Ugh... What the hell! Pull me out!"
"Good thing your ass is so big. Would've fallen right through."
"Ass size has nothing to do with it!"
"Feels like your ass is what's stuck inside?"
"Damn you guys... Ah, you won't help? Something in here is wet and hot... Feels gross."
Hotpants girl braced her hands on the ground, grunting to pull her ass free.
Slurp.
Stuck right to her ass, savoring thigh flavor first. Slurp... Slurp... Delicious!
"Wh-what, some bug?! Lots of legs crawling... on my thighs...! Eww!"
"We'll pull you out. Hang on."
Pitying her pale face, friends grabbed her arms and yanked. But.
I wasn't letting go. Gripped that big bread ass tight.
"Ugh... It's not budging..."
"It's really stuck...!"
"Ah, damn..."
They thought a simple tug would do it. But as it didn't resolve easily, she covered her face in embarrassment, avoiding passersby's stares. Friends pulling harder stared in dismay.
The manhole cover mimicked hard texture, but I could soften it anytime. So her waist was clamped tight—no escape.
I brazenly slipped a cock-tentacle into her panty-clad ass, rubbing shamelessly. Squish squish squish♡ Instant aphrodisiac soak. Concentration... 30x.
"Eut... Get me out!"
"O-one more time... One, two!"
"Kuhng!"
"Nng!"
Friends yanked from both sides—useless. From inside, I unleashed multiple eel-like primal tentacles, wrapping her legs and waist firmly, slowly dissolving her clothes with digestive fluid.
Thrashing legs. Sensing danger instinctively, her ass wiggles intensified.
"It's wet... Slippery..."
"It's a sewer down there, of course it's wet."
"We can't pull her out on our own..."
Lucky it was just her ass buried. No change to her defenseless state despite shaking, so I smoothly aligned my glans with her pussy hole and pushed.
Squeeze...♡
"Ahng... Ah...!! Ah... Something..."
Squeeze, squeeze...♡ Her tight, moist hole resisted my cock. Hotpants girl twisted her ass side to side, desperately evading.
Her plump ass glistened like oiled up, senses numbed by infiltrating aphrodisiac. Insertion was only a matter of time.
Whip.
Tightened the waist tentacles even more, yanking toward my cock.
Sloooorp♡
"Oooohk...!!"
In one go, my erect cock slid deep into her virgin pussy.
Ero trap: massive success...♡