Reverse Pussy Hunt
...Still no sign of Siroko. I focused my mind.
The range had narrowed, but my sharpened Tentacle Sense·Enhanced picked it up clearly. The White Flame Knights were splitting into two groups and closing in.
Hmm. Only two familiar faces among them. Those guys from the forest—honestly, I couldn't care less. Glova's blasphemy had already been paid back in full by his wife Diana's pussy.
I wasn't sure how to feel about Siroko's absence. A relief? A bit disappointing, too. I knew I'd be screwed if we met, but as a male, it was only natural to crave another glimpse of those bountiful tits and that pretty face.
Wonder where she's at and what she's doing. Maybe she didn't show for the tentacle monster hunt... Everything felt so unfamiliar.
'Even simple level-measuring gear has become a thing.'
There hadn't been stuff like that back in the day. Maybe more time had passed than I thought while I was dead...
'A lot has changed.'
But some things stayed the same. Like the White Flame Knights having a pretty girl with huge tits bouncing around unprotected.
'Syr and Lyr, huh?' Cute names.
Levels befitting the White Flame Knights—insanely high. Stronger than me, even stronger than the veteran knights nearby. Their eyes and expressions brimmed with confidence... total rising star vibes.
Those massive milk jugs and asses so curvaceous they bordered on vulgar—she'd already made it big as a woman! Just looking at her made me happy.
I hadn't planned to reveal the Red Spiders hiding on the ceiling from the start, but I jumped down before I knew it, craving a taste of Syr.
Her skin was pale, her face gorgeous. Signature pink hair mixed with white in a two-tone style down to her wing bones, and her little sister matched.
'They're getting close now.' Time to prep for our guests.
Smoothly, I climbed onto the back of a rare specimen, the Great Red Spider. Its bulk was polar bear-sized. Pressing tight against its shaggy fur made me nearly invisible.
"A little closer."
Shh shh shh crunch. The Great Red Spider crossed the sewer at blinding speed, grown in size and power alike.
The White Flame Knights were tough. But that was with their captain and vice-captain around. Oh, vice-captain's Glova now? Could that guy really fill Siroko's shoes?
My nest's defenses were at an all-time high. That black-haired micro-milf's nutrient-packed pussy had leveled up our hatchery in just days. And now these big-ass twins were crawling in. Tentacle monsters sure had pussy luck.
'One thing that bugs me...'
No Star Church followers among them, but they were all wrapped in holy arts with insane protective power.
...Maybe from the Seongyul Knights that Libia used to run with? Knight orders didn't change composition over time. They only took Star Church devotees, so probably still did.
Holy arts. Holy arts were dangerous. Glova's squad had sent underlings to check the rear right after theirs broke—good call blocking their retreat.
'...No clue why, but the Seongyul Knights didn't come in.'
White Flame Knights scouting first? Main force might be topside. No time to check that far, though...
'Just cut off contact, problem solved.'
Movies always had scouts get fucked first for a reason. Block info flow, and monsters hold the advantage.
Glova's manhole was sealed. But Jonah's squad? That wasn't a fake lid. Strike before they report back!
"Shell...?"
Lyr, the younger twin, ran her hand over the Red Snail shell protruding from the wall like a carving.
"Don't touch it recklessly."
Her superior, Jonah, warned her, but Lyr's eyes sparkled with curiosity. The others were much the same—scattered, staring at the raised shell patterns on walls and floors.
'Red Snails. Hunt begins.'
As distance closed, I possessed countless Red Snails. The power boost from possession? Pain to even describe!
Lyr squatted, cleavage fully exposed and defenseless. "Feels like something's inside. What do you think, Jonah?"
"Don't touch it. We should meet Glova first, see if they've got these too..."
"It's like a snail shell. Totally."
"A snail?"
Jonah turned to her, baffled. "...Where's there a snail this big?"
I chuckled inwardly. In this monster-infested world, snails apparently weren't threats. Giant maggots, maybe... but big snails? Whatever.
From my view, though... they were in far worse shape than Glova's squad post-spider fight.
"Even if a snail pops out... it'd just crawl, right?" Jonah shrugged.
"Weird. Did they clean this place? Snails are nature's janitors, or so they say..."
"Enough sightseeing. Move."
"..."
Lyr wasn't great at listening. But Jonah didn't force it—he was gawking too, like the others.
Squeaky-clean sewers. Crystal-clear water. Eye-catching mystery patterns. Felt like a museum.
Lyr strapped her level measurer back on and scanned the giant snail shell. A panel slid up smoothly.
She blinked her pretty eyes. "Lyr, what's up?"
"......620?"
"Huh? What?"
Lv.620
The moment Lyr turned back to Jonah, I poked out from the shell and coiled around her ankle.
"Eek!!"
"Lyr, fall back!"
Jonah reacted fast, drawing his sword to slash the tentacle snail—but...
No chance.
Tentacle snail bodies were pure muscle, tough as hell. No mere sword could sever it!
"W-Wait...!"
Lyr paled and struggled. A massive tentacle snail bursting out to wrap her leg? Totally understandable.
"Weapon up! Lyr!"
"Ngh...!"
Secreted sticky fluid. My snail body bonded tight to Lyr, unyielding.
She tried shaking me off; I clung harder, dragging her inward. Even her panic was cute.
"H-Hii! J-Jo... Jonah, s-sir... h-help, please!"
Now she was just a helpless girl. Touching the snail body glued her whole body like super adhesive.
Lyr was caught. All she could do was writhe and beg.
"I'll smash the shell!"
Jonah gathered power instantly. That skill from the forest that shredded my tentacle beast! He poured energy into his sword until the sewer walls vibrated faintly, then smashed the Red Snail shell.
BOOM!!
Not bad. But not quite.
"Wh-What... Everyone, group up!"
Lyr dragged in slowly. The gradual pull terrified her more—plenty of time for Jonah to react, yet powerless.
Jonah turned to rally others, but most squadmates were in the same boat.
"You too...!"
Smooth. Then Jonah sensed a tentacle snail creeping up his neck and swung.
Slash!! Clang! His sword snapped.
"...Wh-When did it get behind..."
A ceiling-hung Red Snail had just stretched silently. Now he got it? Red Snails were stealthy, sturdy assassins.
Whose pussy-bred tentacle beast was this? From the moment they stepped carelessly, Jonah's squad was doomed. Success hinged on how aware the prey was.
Red Snails moved whisper-quiet. Emerging from shells used pure muscle waves—no human could detect it. Once grabbed, escape was near impossible.
Jonah could only watch helplessly as his squad struggled every which way.
"This is..."
They started calm. No pathetic screamers like Lyr in the knights. But that didn't mean better off.
The tentacle snail's ultra-strong adhesive, Sticky Fluid, let me control bond strength freely. A new secretion. To peel off meant risking serious flesh damage. Touch to resist? Done for. Nothing more helpless than humans sans hands.
Finally, as snail shells loomed like beast maws, sucking them into tight, sealed darkness—the overwhelming terror took over.
"Ah.... Aaah!"
"Jonah!"
"Help.... Here...!"
"It won't come off...!"
"Anyone who can move, rally here!"
Jonah quickly gathered the mobile ones to contain the chaos. They swung with pooled power, but no weapons broke Red Snail shells.
Good luck.
Red Snails were newborns, but their shells absorbed decades—centuries?—of filth. Top performers in sewer terrain. Stronger than tentacle spiders. I'd raised Diana's first on her pussy for this exact moment.
'But damn, White Flame Knights.'
Snails packed walls, ceilings, water... survivors in this all-angles ambush trap.
"Jonah, weapons aren't working!"
"What now?"
"We need Glova."
"Don't move! Not now."
I heard it. Felt it. Desperate brain-racking.
Want to beat me? Bring Siroko-level heat!!
"Camouflage off!"
Tentacle spider swarms under my flesh-disguised membrane on the walls surged forth.
"Urk!"
"Don't panic! Attack!"
Oh. Tough. No shrieking falls.
But why spiders on side walls? Knights backed toward water instinctively. I extended snail tentacles like whips from purification water pipes, dunking them one by one.
Splash! Splash!
"Ezli! Bergen!"
Males? Meh. Glue 'em underwater; they'd drown themselves.
Splash! Oh, female knight♡
"Mmph! Mmmph! MMM!!!"
Nothing more powerless than leg-bound human in water? Bon appétit. Sluuurp her into the shell.
"Mmph! Uuummph!! Mmm!"
Wanna leave? Breathe? I throttled her neck with a body-tentacle instead.
Bubble bubble glub. All her precious oxygen gone.
"Don't panic! Spiders first!"
Jonah made the best call he could.