Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: Infinite Orgasm Denial Prison
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“St-stop that!”
Aurora thrashed her legs, trying to escape the slimy tentacle gripping her ankle.
“Gather strong mana to complete the spell...”
She chanted the incantation to cast her magic.
But...
“Why isn’t the mana gathering?!”
The distorted mana refused to heed her call.
She had thought that even distorted mana would respond if she chanted with full power.
But no matter how desperately she recited the spell, the mana remained unmoved.
Instead, the unpleasant sensation of the tentacle wrapped around her ankle grew stronger, pulling her more forcefully.
“Urgh!”
As if sensing her attempt to escape with magic, tentacles seized her arms and legs.
The sticky, slimy texture of the mucus-covered tentacles sent chills down her spine.
“Let go of me!”
The tentacles, incapable of understanding human speech, only gripped her limbs tighter.
“Hnngh!”
Aurora, who always maintained impeccable cleanliness and avoided touching anything dirty for fear of picking up a smell, now had the tentacles’ viscous fluid smeared on her pristine arms.
“You lot! Are you insane? Raising tentacles in an underground prison! This is the kind of thing black mages do! If this gets out, you’ll all be summarily executed!”
She screamed at the guards outside the door.
But no response came.
Ever since she entered the punishment room, it was as if she no longer mattered.
“Gu... guards...”
She looked at the tentacles holding her fast.
Pink flesh writhed grotesquely.
‘It’s a monster I’ve never seen before.’
Life mages rarely faced monsters directly, but she was still a mage.
She had researched and analyzed countless tentacle monsters for treatment purposes.
Knowing what monster it was allowed for much faster countermeasures.
She had seen various tentacle monsters in numerous books, but this one was an entirely new type.
It didn’t seem poisonous.
Nor did it show unconditional hostility toward its target.
If anything, they seemed curious about Aurora.
The tentacles approached her bound form, wriggling closer.
“Get... away...”
Aurora turned her head away in disgust at the sight of the tentacles dripping viscous fluid, but they paid no mind.
Several tentacles drew near and brushed her face with their tips.
“Ughhh...”
The fluid caressed her face.
As if appraising the sacrifice offered to them today.
The slimy sensation stroking her face made Aurora squeeze her eyes shut.
It felt awful.
But there wasn’t much she could do.
Trapped in the prison without access to magic, she was neither a Life Magic mage nor a noble lady—just an ordinary woman.
All she could do was tightly close her eyes and twist her body to evade the tentacles roaming over her.
“Get away! D-don’t!”
*Schlurp.*
The tentacles that had been probing her face, shoulders, and limbs slipped into her clothes.
“Kyaaah! Wh-what are you...”
*Wriggle, wriggle.*
The tentacles offered no reply, silently continuing their work.
Aurora twisted her body at the horrific sensation of a tentacle invading her chest.
“D-don’t...”
She struggled in resistance, but each time, the tentacles binding her limbs tightened further.
“Aaah...”
The pain in her wrists felt like they might snap, forcing Aurora to cease her resistance.
Only then did the tentacles slightly loosen their grip.
To be utterly unable to resist the tentacles defiling her.
It was a profound helplessness she had never experienced before.
Her body, always kept immaculately clean and intolerant of even the slightest odor, was now slathered in the tentacles’ sticky fluid.
The tentacle coiled spirally up her breast.
When its tip gently teased her nipple after gripping her entire breast, Aurora unwittingly let out a moan.
“Ahh...”
Meanwhile, another tentacle roughly squeezed her other breast.
“Hnngh!”
She gritted her teeth at the sensation of her breast distorting and swelling.
“Stop...”
Her beautiful scholar’s robes were soiled with the fluid, and her shimmering green hair was matted with it.
*Gurgle.*
Starting with the ones entering her chest, multiple tentacles burrowed inside her clothes.
“Stop... P-please, stop.”
Terrified of struggling, she pleaded desperately, but the tentacles showed no mercy.
They methodically violated her body.
The fluid slowly soaked her, as the tentacles caressed her breasts, shoulders, and spine.
When a tentacle tip slithered up her invisible spine...
“Hnngaaah!”
Aurora cried out in pleasure.
She was terrified and tormented by being captured by monsters, but her body was sinking deeper into ecstasy.
‘This is supposed to be an illusion?’
Aurora couldn’t believe it.
An illusion this realistic?
‘Just how powerful is Max?’
She had been so foolish.
Not properly gauging her opponent’s level.
Provoking him so recklessly in his own territory, all alone.
‘If I can just get out of here...’
Aurora gritted her teeth.
No matter how realistic the illusion felt, once they realized she was gone, the Life Magic mages would come searching soon enough.
‘Then I can use this tentacle violation as evidence to pressure Max.’
So, steel your resolve.
It feels awful, but...
This is just an illusion.
“Haa, haa.”
Contrary to her firm resolution, her body was climbing an escalating wave of pleasure.
The tentacles roaming her entire body forcibly stripped off her soaked clothes.
Don’t take off my clothes.
She didn’t want to suffer that humiliation.
“I said stop! I-I was wrong! I’m sorry! I’m reflecting, so please st—mmph!”
A tentacle sealed her desperate cries.
“Mmph!”
The tentacle filling her mouth thrust deep into her throat.
“Guhk!”
Her body thrashed wildly at the unpleasant sensation of her throat being forcibly stretched.
As it did, the tentacles caressing her body heightened her sensitivity further.
Each movement of the tentacle impaling her like a skewer produced grotesque sounds.
And that was the beginning of her throat pussy losing its virginity.
Having stripped her even of her underwear, the tentacles fondled her breasts and licked her nipples every which way.
Others coiled around her thighs, lapping at her most intimate groin.
Each lick on her clit made Aurora’s body twitch and shudder.
Another rubbed her pussy lips back and forth.
Every erogenous zone was stimulated.
Deprived of any physical freedom, Aurora dangled in the tentacles’ grasp, bobbing up and down.
Her thrashing wasn’t by her will.
Tentacles deep-thrusting her throat and teasing her breasts and nipples.
Tentacles slowly stroking her inner thighs and pussy.
Tentacles wriggling over her clit and opposite thigh.
Tentacles gently tickling her spine.
Tentacles crawling between her toes, teasing her soles as they climbed.
Countless tentacles bound her physical freedom.
And on top of that...
“Mmph! Puhah!”
She couldn’t even breathe at will.
Without the tentacles’ permission, she couldn’t draw breath properly.
“Mmmph!!!”
When her lungs burned for air, the tentacles mercifully allowed her oxygen.
“Hah! Hnngh!”
As she hastily gasped in and out, the tentacles ravaged her throat pussy again.
“Grk!”
Oxygen deprivation made her dizzy, as if her brain cells were frying.
The tentacles licked her face every which way.
Treated without a shred of human dignity, she dangled in the air, bound and jostled by the tentacles.
How much time passed?
Her mind grew hazy after such relentless torment that erased any sense of time.
Her body, slick with slippery fluid, continued to be stimulated.
Her whole body burned hot.
Every path the tentacles had traced now felt vividly sensitive.
The surging pleasure from her hypersensitive body addled her mind.
This kind of pleasure was entirely new to her.
Having devoted herself solely to magical research, Aurora had always been distant from carnal delights.
For her, this intense ecstasy was overwhelming even her brilliant intellect.
No—perhaps her sharp mind made the pleasure hit even harder.
Aurora didn’t know.
The tentacles’ fluid coating her body was an aphrodisiac-like substance that boosted her sensitivity and arousal even further.
Applied by Max, who watched her in administrator mode from outside the illusion, as punishment.
When the protrusion clinging to her clit began to quiver...
“Mmmph!!!”
Aurora realized her body was slipping beyond her control again.
An intense wave of pleasure made her whole body convulse wildly.
Her pussy, drenched in fluid, squirted juices that splashed everywhere.
The squirted fluids soaked the tentacles.
Only then did the tentacles, as if satisfied, begin tormenting her even more fiercely.
As if her fluids were their food.
“Grraaah!”
Even fiercer pleasure made her pussy drool endlessly.
Now, it was impossible to tell if the fluids coating her pussy were from the tentacles or her own.
‘I don’t want to cum. I don’t want to...’
Her overly sensitive body betrayed her wishes, climaxing again and again.
Once, twice, three times.
After several peaks...
Aside from the first intense one, they were mere light orgasms that only made her squirt.
But that alone was enough to shatter her resistance.
She had half-given up on fighting back.
Realizing she could never win against the tentacles in this situation, she became remarkably obedient.
Eyes half-closed and unfocused, Aurora panted raggedly, riding the tentacles’ movements like waves, dancing up and down.
Powerless, she yielded to the tentacles forcing orgasms on her.
Even without penetration, her sensitized body was being remade to derive pleasure more easily from their touch.
‘Ahh, it’s coming. That first one again...’
Her sensitized body, having tasted light orgasms, began accepting pleasure.
Her judgment clouded by ecstasy, Aurora focused her entire mind on her pussy, anticipating a stronger climax.
But again, just a light orgasm.
‘Ahh...’
The first intense peak never returned.
‘If I’m gonna cum anyway, I want it harder.’
The Aurora who had hated it moments ago was gone, her body surrendered to pleasure.
As she leaked fluids through five light climaxes...
A tentacle pressed a protrusion against the lewd seal on her lower abdomen.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
Barely grasping the situation, she stared blankly at the tentacle’s actions.
Her lower belly burned hot.
A good sign.
Something pleasurable.
The signal that the delicious climax was approaching again, her pussy and womb crying out in delight.
‘It’s coming. Coming. Coming...’
Writhing her hips, desperate for more pleasure, she gazed at the tentacle rubbing her pussy lips, face full of eager anticipation.
And when the pleasurable signal peaked...
“...Huh?”
Her body wouldn’t go over the edge.
It couldn’t.
As if someone had blocked it, her body tumbled back from the brink of climax.
Frustrated, Aurora twisted her body every which way.
“Mmph!”
The tentacles squeezed her harder for her wriggling amid the unfulfilled pleasure.
And another wave of ecstasy built.
‘It’s coming, coming. This time for real...’
But still no climax.
“Mmph!!”
The pent-up pleasure, denied release, accumulated further in her body.
“Mmph!”
She reacted even more violently than when she had cum.
Only then did she realize.
What the tentacle had done to her body when pressing against her lower abdomen’s lewd seal.
It had blocked her orgasms.
How much time passed?
The tentacles finally released her, after forcing her to endure pleasure without climax.
*Plop.*
Regaining her freedom, Aurora collapsed face-down on the floor, trembling violently.
Fear and pleasure.
Two opposing emotions tormented her.
Drenched in fluid, she staggered to her feet.
“I-is it... over...?”
Shivering, she looked at the tentacles that had released her.
“Y-you’re just gonna end it like this?”
Not a single penetration.
Just endless throat torment, clit and pussy entrance teasing.
No satisfying climax either.
Mostly light orgasms after the first.
“W-wait a second...”
Aurora desperately called out to the tentacles retreating to the corner of the punishment room, as if their work was done.
“Y-you’re not satisfied yet, right...?”
She pleaded with the tentacles in a desperate voice.
The woman who had thrashed against climaxing was gone.
Soaked in aphrodisiac, her judgment blurred by light orgasms and denial control, Aurora approached the tentacles.
They say late-learned habits die hard.
Ignorant of true orgasms until now, Aurora was frantic to feel that first intense one again.
It’s just an illusion anyway.
She could use this experience to pressure Max once she escaped.
That reassurance had slightly broken her inner brakes.
Familiar pleasure is a scary thing.
She reached to grab the tentacle, but it refused to permit her body.
Instead, it vanished through a hole in the corner.
“W-wait!”
Silence descended on the punishment room.
“Y-you’re really ending it... like this?”
Staring blankly at where the tentacles had disappeared, she staggered toward the entrance she had entered.
“I-it’s over. Let me out now.”
As she approached and called out, a small window in the door slid open for the first time.
The peephole for guards to check prisoners.
It opened with a swipe, revealing the guard’s eyes.
The man peering inside curved his eyes into crescents.
“It’s just getting started. What’s your problem?”
“...What?”
“Feel the real hell.”
“B-but it’s done. I-I got tormented by the tentacles.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, bitch. Know what this punishment room’s called?”
The man snickered before continuing.
“It’s the Infinite Orgasm Denial Prison.”
“O-orgasm denial?”
“That was just the tutorial, teaching you how good orgasms feel.”
No way.