The Girl I Met Again
I was replaying the recent battle in my drowsy mind. "Hmm." I hadn't even thought about weapon performance. I figured I could win handily... I still don't know this world well. Or the lump of flesh coiled inside me.
Squeeze. A violently soft warmth enveloped my body. Tia's breasts. I was buried in her embrace.
She won't let go...
In the dimly lit room, a tentacle monster tumbling in bed with a black-haired big-titted beauty. Tia looked even prettier than before. Brimming with confidence too. Never imagined she'd tease her master with that push-pull game.
8 years... Who knew that much time would pass. She'd sworn to return, but even army service is just 2 years—if she'd ditched me, I couldn't complain. I felt as sorry as I was grateful. Tia hadn't forgotten me. Thanks to mental corruption and motherboard-ization... her time seemed frozen in that forest where we'd fucked. Her sleeping face, eyes closed, was adorable. Her breasts so elastic and soft... Wedging my whole body in there, the horniness just wouldn't quit.
I carefully suckled Tia's bare tit. Without waking her... Gently milking the pink nipple.
Tia Lv.1849
Puheup! Nearly spat out what I was sucking. No way—why'd you level up so much? I'm scared... Did she infiltrate the Seongyul Knights to power up? For me? She didn't just wait; she must've poured her soul into it.
"Darling..."
Even deep asleep, she hugged me tight, like begging me not to leave. Roles reversed. Usually the tentacle monster's the one crushing women to trap 'em. But she wouldn't let go. Maybe stay like this longer. Like a baby, I gently nursed from Tia's milk jugs and dozed off with her again. Till nightfall. Felt like forever. Tia still out cold, so I worried a bit. Then someone slipped into the dark room... Tentacle sense perked up—Praga.
Praga!
Praga tiptoed close without waking Tia and flashed a sweet smile. Holy shit. Eyes popped wide. Praga's top-shelf motherboard material in the looks department—no slouch. Sure, no levels to brag, but everything else overcompensates. Brown-haired country virgin boasting lush royal tits, green eyes gentle as ever. If Tia raised me with that massive ass, Praga was my first impregnation fuck. Those warm green eyes smiling at me—electric thrill raced through my tentacles. Living here with Tia? Unlike Rotana Village days, crisp upscale white blouse and plaid skirt hugged her voluptuous curves perfectly. Those healthy thighs, that cock-melting ass—still perfection.
You look healthy. Glad to see it, Praga.
"You too, darling..."
She whispered it so sweetly. Too damn cute. Tentacle out, gently kneading her tits. Buried in Tia's rack while groping Praga's. Luxury... Pure fucking luxury. Love how these girls cradle a tentacle monster with pure affection.
Tia's not waking.
"Stay with her a bit longer. She hasn't slept right since you left..."
...... So this was 8 years' first real rest? My ordeals were a joke. Lucky to wake up—8 years burning in White Flame lodged in Glova's throat? Pure hell. Can't fathom Tia's mental toll.
Got it. I'll stick around.
"See you soon, darling...♡"
Praga pecked my body. Kiss kiss. Weird-ass treatment. Shrunk up from sheer awkwardness. First-nest family, so comfy... But Tia's warm hug, Praga's gentle smile—they made me forget I was a monster. Post-revival, women recoiled in disgust first. Braced for screams at my grotesque form... So their love? Obvious, yet insanely joyful.
If Tia needs hugging me to sleep deep, can't fight it.
Chup. Chup. Kill time nursing those hefty milkers. The taboo rush was nuts. Tia's Lv. 1849. Triple the twins! Nutrition hyper-dense, prey leagues beyond me... Yet no effort, no schemes—just her offering tits in sleep. Too goddamn sweet; brain numb...
Chup... Chup... Pure nutrition? Sucking Tia outdid twin-sister sex yields.
Tia's milk tanks upgraded....
Freebies... Pure freebies! Leveling this easy...?
Tia's endless tit-offering kept my levels climbing nonstop.
"Mm..."
Whoops. Almost woke her... Slower. Slower. Tia's not going anywhere. Hell, even asleep, she hugs tighter, knowing I'm milking her.
Slippery Liquid — Constantly secreted lubricant. Doesn't dry easily, stays slick.
└Digestive Fluid — Tentacle Monster digestive acid. Adjustable acidity.
└Aphrodisiac (455x) — Amplifies female sensitivity. Eases pain too.
└Paralysis Fluid — Immobilizes temporarily.
└Nutrient Fluid — Addictive nutrients. Tailored to female tastes.
└Adhesive Fluid — Super-strong glue. Tentacle sense adjusts stickiness real-time.
Tentacle Sense·Enhanced — Detects magic waves via skin. Extended range vision.
Flesh Transformation — Shapeshift or split body while maintaining function.
Form of Malice — Survive anything without dying easy.
Primitive Tentacle — Basic tentacle. Simple, no frills. For binding or striking.
└Tender — Soft protrusion at tip.
└Split Mouth — Bifurcated mouth tentacle. Ideal for feeding fluids or suckling milk; grows wrinkled inner tendril like a tongue.
└Penis Head — For turning females into motherboards. Hyper-sensitive.
└Exposer — Double-layered (inner/outer skin) tentacle.
└Fanged Tentacle — Toothed tentacle. Ultra-durable, crushing bite force.
Status screen after ages. Post-sewer battle, my dramatic growth. Now, seed types I can implant in wombs: Flesh Incarnation, Red Lotus, Red Snail, Red Spider. Four kinds. Sex with Tia adds Blasphemy.
Would that drop Tia's level too?
Spawn a powerhouse Blasphemy, sure... But keeping status quo aids survival. She blends in human society.
Sudden regret hit. Tia's fat ass and pussy right there, defenseless—no impregnation sex possible.
To fuck females carefree, need a nest.
Time for nest three. Invader-proof haven for nonstop tit-and-ass motherboard orgies. Bring Syr and Lyr too. Tons to do.
Knock knock.
Someone at the door. Who? Not Praga—she just left. Beth the wrestler girl? Epi bawling she didn't wanna be monster mom? Or gloomy black-haired busty Libia?
As I recalled my intense fuckbuddies, a girlish virgin voice piped up.
"Tia sis. It's me. Aness."
Aness...? Who? Tentacle sense peered through door—stunner virgin stood there. Massive tits... Auburn hair with red tint, red eyes. Cool beauty vibe from those pursed lips. Aness, huh? Name burned in now. No cuteness in that blank face... But like girls giggling at hot guys, those insane tits and hips? Pure joy for any onlooker.
"Coming in."
Uh-oh, entering. Hide where?
"Aness! Tia's sleeping."
Praga emerged from hall, blocking her.
"...Sis."
"Rough mission. Let her rest."
"......Heard about it. Came to check."
"Yeah. She's fine. Everyone safe."
"People say White Flame Knights got wiped..."
Praga faltered.
"...Uh, yeah. Tragic, but..."
"You sisters okay?"
"Course. Tia's strong."
Aness.... No way...
Praga's little sis!? That tiny kid grew that much?
"Aness? Made friends at academy?"
"......Yeah."
"Not another attachment doll, right?"
Aness turned blank-faced.
"Hey! I'm talking..."
"Hungry."
"Sigh... Fine. Wait."
...From her vibe, Praga doesn't know I tried killing Aness. Could bite me later. If I confess wanting impregnation sex with this ultra-cool beauty sis... How'd protective big sis react?
These sisters... Would taste divine.
One more reason for that epic nest.