Chapter 32: Tentacle Corruption
Tears blur my vision.
It hurts. It's unbearable.
The orgasms won't stop.
Every time the tentacles touch my nipples, my body trembles like it's broken.
That sensation overlays countless waves of pleasure, racing down my spine and ravaging my brain.
Please, please.
Through my hazy, whitened sight, I chase the figure of the section chief in front of me.
Save me.
My body can't even form words, so I plead with my eyes.
It's too much.
I can't even breathe.
Just—
- Pssshhhhhh
The gas spewing from the tentacles is my only lifeline.
I'll be saved.... Even thoughts won't connect properly. Why am I like this here? Did I do something wrong? Ah....
The gas entering through my lungs spreads through my bloodstream to every corner of my body.
My whole body is hot. No, it hurts like a burn.
It's scorching. I feel severe burns.
My skin feels like it's tearing and cracking. It's dry.
Hot.
I don't know anymore.
Sensations overlay and amplify dozens, hundreds of times over.
“Grraaahhh ogggghhhh?!#!@!#@$”
At the spot with the delicate esophageal mucosa, something needle-like is burrowing in.... Things from the tentacles are piercing my esophagus.
It hurts, it hurts.
It's not the unfamiliar sensation of something sliding down my throat. Not that foreign object feeling.
It's piercing through my esophagus, something grrrraaahhh.
It's wrong, so wrongggraaahhh.
Lifelong unfamiliar sensations scramble my mind. They scrape every nerve cell.
“Eeeeekkkk!!!”
Pssshwooooosh
Sensations race down my spine. My brain commands orgasm.
Commands and commands and commands again. Dozens of overlaid commands travel as electric currents to my womb.
Orgasm.
To that massive command, my pussy climaxes dozens, hundreds of times. And again.
Muscles can't rest, contracting and relaxing in broken repetition.
“Heeeuk, pleeeeeaseeeeee nooooooo!!!”
I scream in agony. I want to live. This doesn't feel like my body.
This isn't right.
The section chief shows no reaction to me like this.
Why. Whyyyyyy....
I resent him. Please.
I'm really going crazy.
“Ogg, uuuugh” “It's okay. Accept it.”
Accept? This?
Only then does everything fall into place. The section chief betrayed—oggghhhh!!!
Before thought fragments can connect, orgasm surges through my body. Wiped away by waves of pleasure.
And orgasm again.
Another one.
Only orgasms race through my body.
My toes curl and uncurl endlessly. My flailing legs, gripped by tentacles, just vibrate helplessly.
But.
The magical girl's adaptability was beyond what Yuna imagined.
Hellish time.
Just one hour of orgasmic hell. On the verge of drowning in it.
“Heeeuh huuuuuk.”
My body starts adapting.
Then the tentacles naturally withdraw from my throat.
“Heeeuh huuuuuh heuk.”
In the mirror, I'm not the me I knew. Tears, snot, drool streaming down a utterly melted face.
The proud, cool, successful magical girl Yuna was gone.
“Se... Section Chief, you... traitor.”
I have to escape from here. If I tell the Association he's a traitor.
Maybe they'll overlook my sins? We could make that deal with the Association?
That's my only path to survival.
They say crisis is opportunity— this is what they meant.
If I can sweet-talk the section chief and escape!
“Don't worry, now you can't eat any food, so running won't help.” “What?”
What does that.... Can't eat food? Then how do I live? No, if I escape, there'll be a way.
“A brain's reward system, once broken once, won't be satisfied by justice or pride anymore.” “You... you're a Fallen One. How could someone like you!”
I couldn't understand. First-gen magical girls were all freakishly strong beyond specs.
Far more seasoned than current 1st rank girls. Back then was humanity's worst crisis, on the brink of extinction.
She survived that and made it here.
“We couldn't beat Him. Your narrow, darkened view of the world is why.” “Shut up! Even now, how many magical girls!” “Pfft, it's funny hearing that from you.” “What did I even do!” “A magical girl who aided citizen kidnappings.” “I thought they were villains!” “Even the belated puzzle-piece excuses are perfect.”
The tentacles wrap my body again.
“Please, I'll do anything, let me go. I hate this, it's scary.”
The section chief sits back in the chair wordlessly, watching me.
My magical girl outfit tears. Falls to the floor, gnawed by tentacles.
Huh? What's that inside my body?
“From your expression, your senses are returning now.” “Ughk?!!” “I just blocked them temporarily so the young one wouldn't break.”
What...?
A foreign sensation in my asshole. That's for pooping. It's an exit, not an entrance!
“It's weird ugh. Ogggghhhh?!?!”
Something's wrong. Not the usual pooping sensation.
With senses dozens of times more sensitive. Something's burrowing in.
Deeper inside.
“Yuna, once you fall, it's easy. No, the world will look beautiful.” “Section Chief Serena, why don't you just shit from your mouth.” “No fun if you submit right away.”
“Ugggghhh.”
It enters, piercing my rectum like drilling.
“Eeeeek no no nooooo!”
I twist, clenching my ass, but the horrific, disgusting tentacles burrow into my rectum, deeper in.
“Please, not there!” “Pfft, so cute. I'm going.”
The section chief stands from the chair to leave. No!
If I can't hold her here. I'll be left alone with this gross tentacle mass!
“Section Chief, talk talk ugh ogggghhh! Tal talkkk....”
Kreeeeak.
The heavily rusted door opens. Section Chief Serena exits.
“No! No ogggghhh nooooo!!!”
Pssshwoooosh pssht pssshhhh
“Don't go don't go!!!”
In brain-melting orgasmic pleasure. I flail.
Don't go!!! Please.
Don't leave me here alone. Please.
The section chief smiles at me once. Then leaves through the door.
Kreeeeakkkk
The rusted door closes with a creepy sound.
Thud.
Ah.
The tentacles devour my body. Completely.
Ah....
Darkness comes. Scary. Frightening.
Please.
Save me.
Anyone, please save me.
Please.
Schlurp.
Schk.
“Ogggrrraaahhh gooooaaaaahhhhh!!!”
Pssshwoooosh pssht pssshhhh
Schlk schk schluuuurp.
“Please anyone please!!!”
My screams echo only in the underground prison where no one hears.
We brought Myohwa Serin home and were experimenting on her.
Arousal was down, but no special changes. Just realizing her condition was worse than thought. She's friendly to me no matter what. No hostility.
"What's left is the corruption, I guess." "Yeah, Siwoo, I'll protect you for sure, so relax."
Subject: Myohwa Serin
Race: Magical Girl
Traits: [Necrophilia], [Masochist], [Anal Modification], [Vaginal Modification], [Cognition Alteration]
Status: [Submission Craving], [Sex Craving], [Voyeur Arousal]
Corruption Rate: 100% → 0%
Han Siwoo Dependency.
Arousal: 0%
The steadily dropping corruption rate soon hit 0%.
Ha....
Lumia hasn't reached 0% yet, and this bitch hits 0%?
I couldn't understand the system.
Lumia is far more precious to me.
“Ah... Ah, ah....”
Myohwa Serin's condition was off.
“No, no, this can't be real... uuk.”
She starts clawing her hair. Then suddenly slams her head into the floor. And then....
“Uuk uuwaaaaaack.” “You crazy bitch, puking in the living room?!”
She vomits up her guts right in my living room.
Aw, damn it.
“Uuk uuwaaack uuwaack uack uuuk.”
Even dry-heaving to expel everything inside. "Uuuk uk waak uuwaak." Even after emptying, she keeps dry-heaving—it's pitiful.
“Sigh, what's wrong with you.”
I approach Myohwa Serin and pat her back.
“I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was wrong.”
She's trembling, begging forgiveness. Her face is ghostly pale, questionable if blood flows.
“Hek, hek, uuk. Uuwaaack uk uuk”
Myohwa Serin's state seemed worse than imagined.
“I'm sorry. Trash like me dares to....”
Panic? No. What is this?
- Did I kill someone?
- How?
- Why...?
- Is it really something I did?
- No way!
- I'm a magical girl. A magical girl.... was.
- Huh?
- Hahaha rape, killed people and raped? Me...?
- Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!
Breaking from within. Tearing herself down, ripping her own heart.
“Siwoo, step back first. Never seen a case like this.”
Lumia seemed to be seeing this for the first time too. What the hell.
Soon, she starts slamming her head into her own vomit.
Thud thud thump thud bang kwarang bang.
The force grows, carving grooves into the floor.
- Die die I must die!
- Trash like me must die repenting.
- Even death won't atone, so at least with death.
“What why are you doing this? Hey Myohwa Serin, snap out of it!” “I'm a bitch not worth living. Kill me. Punish me. Please please please please.”