Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Aurora's Tentacle Craving
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"Haa, haa."
Her legs gave out from the pleasure wrought by the tentacles, and Aurora collapsed to the floor, panting heavily.
The narrow punishment cell was filled only with the sound of her moist breaths.
Every inhale made her head spin from the scent rising off the fluids coating her entire body.
'Dirty.'
The lewd-smelling fluids had drenched her from head to toe, beading up in droplets.
Each breath brought a sticky, unpleasant aroma stabbing at her nose.
Aurora, with her germaphobia, wrinkled her nose at the smell alone.
But what bothered her most was the slimy liquid clinging to her skin.
The moment this unidentified fluid had touched her, her body had grown hypersensitive.
"Annoying..."
She bit her lip as she sat on the floor, gazing down at her sensitized body in thought.
The guard had said it.
This room was a punishment cell where climax was impossible.
Which meant that initial explosive orgasm of hers...
'Was to teach me what a climax even is.'
How good it felt—and how much better it got when it kept going.
Once they'd confirmed she'd felt it properly, they'd activated this bizarre cursed mark engraved on her lower abdomen.
Clearly, those tentacles were the ones who'd done this to her.
To her body that couldn't climax.
"Haa, haa."
She was frustrated.
Her lower belly throbbed desperately, and her pussy itched unbearably.
She wanted to scratch it right now.
She wanted to shove her fingers inside and feel good—those thoughts flooded her mind.
Just a little... wouldn't it feel good?
Just a tiny bit...
Slap!
She slapped her own cheek.
"Snap out of it. Have you forgotten your situation?"
Not only trapped in an illusion, but humiliated too.
Outside the illusion, Max was probably looking down at her like this, mocking her.
Acting like he'd become some kind of victor.
She had to get out.
And to do that, she needed to calm down.
'Not being able to climax might actually be a good thing.'
Knowing that pleasure nonstop was pointless anyway.
It would just lead her exactly where Max wanted.
Better this way.
Now that the tentacles were gone, she could think of an escape.
'I know there's a mana distortion now, so if I find that distortion point, I can break it.'
To dispel the illusion magic, all she had to do was locate the inconsistencies within the illusion.
Amateurs might struggle to find it, but Aurora was the head of an entire school.
She'd absorbed vast knowledge from countless papers and theories, and her mana sensitivity was on another level entirely.
'If I just get some time to focus, I can find it.'
And with the tentacles that had tormented her now vanished into the holes, this was her biggest chance.
She closed her eyes and began meditating.
Focusing her entire mind on sensing the mana flow.
"Huu, huu."
She cleared away the stray thoughts that surfaced, honing in on the most crucial mana flow.
'It's twisted way too complexly.'
The air and flows that should have run straight were warped this way and that by countless distortions.
'How did they pull off this level of technique...'
Of course.
Just looking at the elaborate magic circles showed how much skill had gone into this illusion.
'But how are they operating physical force inside an illusion?'
Common knowledge held that illusions lacked physicality.
That was the main reason illusion magic was dismissed as useless.
Yet here Aurora was, having been bound and violated by tentacles inside illusion magic.
She'd even nearly been penetrated.
They hadn't gone inside her pussy, but her whole body had been tormented by the tentacles' fluids and protrusions.
Especially when that tentacle had forced her throat open.
"Haa, haa."
She recalled her body being ravaged all over while her throat was violated.
Every time those protrusion-covered tentacles swept over her, bizarre sensations kept exploding.
She hadn't been able to concentrate at all—just screamed in ecstasy.
'Aa, don't. Uuububvup!'
The memory of herself being so pathetically raped was vivid.
It felt like the tentacles were doing it to her even now.
As if resisting imaginary tentacles, her body twitched and jerked.
Whoosh.
A small breeze wafted into the punishment cell.
Her slime-sensitized skin trembled just from the wind brushing it.
"Hut!"
Feels good.
Her head spun from the wind grazing her sensitive skin.
'Snap out of it. This isn't what I should be doing right now.'
She needed to focus and find the way to break it fast...
But strange thoughts kept bubbling up in her mind.
I want to cum.
I want to cum.
The sensations from before—edging so close to climax but stopping—kept resurfacing.
If she hadn't known any better, maybe, but...
That first intense orgasm still lingered in her head, refusing to fade.
And all those faint orgasms she'd felt.
Even the tentacles' slow, deliberate motions as they savored her reactions.
Things too real to pass off as mere illusion, and she'd just experienced them.
Once one lewd thought surfaced, it spawned a chain.
Her raped form.
Trying to resist but failing utterly—the helplessness.
The endless waves of pleasure carrying her away without her doing a thing.
Meditating deeply and focusing her whole mind only made the memories of that violation sharper.
As if it were happening right now.
'Haa, haa. Rape me. Shove those tentacles in my pussy.'
Her imagination had twisted, diverging from the start.
The tentacle that had only rubbed her pussy now plunged inside, tapping deep at her pleasure spots.
'What if that tentacle rubbing my pussy had gone inside...'
She could've felt that orgasm again, right?
Aurora stared blankly down at herself.
Gone was her focus on breaking the illusion; now she was tentatively bringing her fingers to her throbbing pussy.
"Ha, just once. If I cum, then I can concentrate..."
This was an experiment.
Better to do it once and shake off the lingering thoughts than stay unable to focus.
Squish squish!
"Hut!"
It felt good.
Her pussy, aching from denied release, reacted with extreme sensitivity the moment her finger entered.
Strength surged into her waist, her body hair standing on end.
Her waist bent like a bow, hips bucked wildly, fingers plunged in, legs kicked about.
Aurora—who'd been relieved the tentacles were gone—now fingered herself to soothe her pussy.
Chasing that orgasm she'd felt before.
"Coming, coming. If I cum just once, I can concentrate!"
Hiiiiiut!!!
Screaming in ecstasy as she shoved her fingers deep inside, she...
"Ooh! Cumming! Cuuuummiiing!!!"
Shuddered her waist in climax...
"...Huh?"
The instant she neared the peak, the cursed mark glowed.
The mounting pleasure hit a wall and refused to climb higher.
Just a little more, and her whole body would've convulsed in bliss—but it stalled right at the brink.
"A, no....... Aa."
As if that place was forbidden to her.
She could've cum.
Just a bit more, and she would've.
"Why, why can't I cum....... Why won't the orgasm come."
The unrelieved pleasure only made her chest feel stuffier.
Her sensitivity sharpened to excruciating heights instead.
"Uuuh...."
Aurora, frantically rubbing her pussy with her fingers, realized she couldn't cum with her own hands.
No.
This won't do...
Her trembling eyes turned to the hole where the tentacles had vanished.
"That tentacle....... The tentacles are the problem."
Things had gotten weird after it touched the cursed mark.
But that wasn't the real issue, actually.
Her orgasm denial could've been resolved simply by exiting the illusion.
Yet, steeped in pleasure and slathered in aphrodisiac slime, Aurora was in no state for rational thought.
If she'd just closed her eyes and slept deeply right now.
If she'd abandoned meditation and rested to forget all sensations.
She might've calmed her hypersensitive body a little.
But obsessed with the need to escape immediately, she'd arrived at a warped conclusion: solve the orgasm denial first.
"Orgasm denial....... If, if I just undo this......"
Then she'd feel good enough to focus and break the illusion.
And to lift the orgasm denial, she'd have to lure out the tentacle hiding inside.
"Haa, haa."
Aurora recalled how the tentacle had fed on her juices.
"If I just pull out the tentacle....... If the tentacle comes out and rapes my body......"
Wouldn't a satisfied tentacle undo this strange curse?
Aurora approached the hole where the tentacle had disappeared.
'Its food is my pussy juices. If I give it that food...'
She tentatively thrust her pussy toward the hole, letting her juices drip down.
Hoping the sight of her nectar would draw the tentacle out.
"Haa, haa."
There was no trace of intellect left in Aurora as she drooled her fluids.
'Come out quick. Quick...'
She bucked her hips, shoving her pussy forward.
It had to come out fast so she could cum—and only then could she find her way to escape.
And there were those watching Aurora's display from afar.
"Kek, boss, get a load of that bitch. Sticking her pussy to the hole just like the others."
"Don't look at the weird shit. Focus on the job."
"How can I? Watching the bitch who got booted from head for demon-summoning bullshit finally crumble."
It was the guards who'd locked her up.
Or more precisely, Max playing the part of the guards.
He watched Aurora gaping at the hole, staring intently.
'The hope that extracting the tentacle will let her cum has turned into poison instead.'
Her conviction that climaxing would let her plan a real escape was breaking her down.
Overconfidence in herself leading to this fatal misjudgment.
'She looks broken, but she's not yet.'
She wasn't the type to shatter from this much.
If she came like this and exited the illusion, she'd revert to her old arrogant self for sure.
She'd even try to blackmail him with this illusion experience.
So he needed to break her more.
Until she was fully marinated in pleasure.
If she'd been a customer, he wouldn't have gone this far.
'No reason to forgive the one who tried to destroy not just me, but the entire Illusion School.'
Aurora had drawn her sword first, after all.
'This is just the beginning.'
Time to make her pay for underestimating pleasure.