Testing the Limits
“Haa, haah... Ah, nngh...” Sitting right next to me, Juliana was letting out groans that were, by any standard, far from ordinary.
It wasn't just her groans. Her desperate expression, her flushed skin, the thick beads of sweat rolling down her cleavage... anyone could see she was in heat. Even her clothes were incredibly suggestive—a dress that bared her shoulders completely and featured a deeply plunging neckline. I hadn't ordered her to wear this; it was entirely Juliana's own taste.
The man who had visited for a consultation was completely captivated by her. He stared so intently that I had to clear my throat to snap him out of it.
“Ahem. So, what exactly is your grievance?”
Surprisingly, the man didn't recognize my face. For a citizen of the Rustie Kingdom, failing to recognize their beautiful princess was exceedingly rare. I had just introduced myself to him as Juliana's secretary.
“Ah, yes, yes. Well, I want to know why my son was rejected. His entrance exam scores were definitely excellent...”
It was an incredibly trivial matter to bring directly to the Chancellor. I suppose this, too, could be blamed on Juliana for failing to properly train her clumsy staff.
“Nngh... A-Admissions... are determined not just by exams... haah... but... i-interviews as well... ah...! For such a trivial matter... to disturb me... ahnn...!”
“The Chancellor is currently taking some medication. Please understand if her speech is a bit disjointed. Isn't that right, Chancellor?”
“...Yes... t-that is correct... nngh... ah...”
“M-Medication... I see...”
Inappropriate fantasies were undoubtedly running wild in the man's head. Even the word 'medication' would have served as a catalyst for his lewd imagination. A beautiful noblewoman serving as the Chancellor of a prestigious Academy—she was the perfect subject for a man's delusions.
Well, at this level, there was no need to worry about rumors spreading. A story like 'I met the Chancellor and she seemed strangely erotic' carried no real weight. Besides, the secretary who seemed to be encouraging it didn't even exist in the first place.
“A-Are we finished...? Nngh... If that is all... ah... p-please... l-leave...”
“Ah, no! I still cannot accept this. The detailed scoring criteria for the interview—”
It seemed he simply didn't want to tear his eyes away from Juliana's highly aroused state. I firmly cut him off.
“The Chancellor does not have any more time to spare. Would you please leave? If you refuse, we will have no choice but to remove you by force.”
“U-Uh... I see. Very well...”
The man kept casting glances back at Juliana until the moment he crossed the threshold. If I had to pick the luckiest man of the day, it would undoubtedly be him. Normally, a nuisance like him would have been kicked out without ever laying eyes on Juliana. Today, however, he had not only met her but had also been treated to quite a show.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I walked over to Juliana.
“How many times did you climax?”
“S-Six times... I came... nngh, ah...”
“In that short span of time? My, my. To think a woman with such a fine husband would get so aroused by a stranger's gaze.”
“Yes...”
...I didn't actually expect that to be true...
“I see. And how are the tentacles doing?”
“E-Except for my pussy... t-their activity has slowed down a bit... ah! But that... actually makes it feel like they're teasing me... ah, nngh, ahnn...!”
Did she just climax again while speaking? Counting the ones from down in the basement, this made her eighth time.
The reason the tentacles on her pussy hadn't slowed down was likely due to the constant supply of moisture. The more they stimulated her, the more fluids she produced, which in turn nourished the tentacles—a continuous feedback loop. Perhaps the creator of this item had designed it with that specific placement in mind.
Furthermore, the patch's absorbency was remarkable; not a single drop of fluid had leaked out despite her climaxing eight times. Hmm... in that case, there was something else I wanted to test.
“P-Princess... ah... w-where are you going...?”
“Wait here for a moment. Naked.”
Leaving the Chancellor's office, I headed straight for the kitchen.
“...Could this be...”
“Yes. Drink it. All of it.”
A massive cup sat on the desk, easily twice the size of a normal one. It was filled to the brim with water. I hadn't done anything strange to it; it was just ordinary water. However, Juliana seemed to have already caught on to the dark intention hidden behind it.
Knowing she had no power to resist, Juliana picked up the cup with both hands and began to gulp down the contents.
“Haah, haah... I-I drank it all...”
Drinking such a large quantity of water was surprisingly difficult. After emptying the glass completely, Juliana panted heavily, catching her breath. All that was left was to wait. The wait wasn't long, as it didn't take long for Juliana to speak up in a bashful voice.
“U-Um, Princess... it's here... the urge...”
“Good. Now, sit on that sofa and spread your legs so I can get a clear view.”
Juliana's eyes trembled as I dictated even the posture she had to assume to urinate. But as always, she had no choice. She sat on the edge of the sofa and parted her legs wide.
“N-Nngh... ah... this is too embarrassing... way too much...”
No matter how eccentric or perverted Juliana was, this seemed genuinely humiliating for her. After all, a married woman with a husband and children shouldn't be assuming such a posture in front of someone else. Even if her private parts weren't directly exposed, wearing nothing but a Tentacle Patch was, in a way, far more shameful than being completely naked.
“Ah...!” Juliana's widely spread legs shuddered for a moment before going still. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
“Haa... i-it's coming out... or rather, I'm letting it go... but nothing is escaping...”
From my perspective, not a single drop of moisture was leaking out. To understand better, I questioned her.
“Hmm... what exactly is happening? Is the tentacle blocking it from the inside?”
“Ah... n-no... it's not that... I'm peeing... but the tentacles... are absorbing all of it...”
My, how impressive. The amount of water Juliana had consumed was substantial, meaning the tentacles were absorbing every last drop of it.
“Hmm... empty your bladder completely. I want to see just how much they can absorb.”
“Ah... y-yes...”
Juliana focused entirely on urinating. From where I stood, however, there was no way to tell she was doing so other than the subtle shifts in her breathing. The tentacles of the patch were performing a literally watertight defense.
Wait... I felt like I was overlooking something. Something rather important.
The water Juliana drank had filled a massive cup. When you thought about it, that volume of liquid couldn't possibly be contained within a patch barely large enough to cover her cleft. It was impossible for physical matter to simply vanish. So, where was all that water going? The tentacles... definitely... water...
“Ah... ah...! Nngh, ah...! W-Wait... ahnn...! Suddenly... the tentacles... they're growing... and crawling inside me?! Ah, nngh... a-all the way inside...! No...!”
Just as I thought. Slumped on the sofa, Juliana was reacting violently. It wasn't hard to guess what was happening. Water activated the tentacles. Since such a massive volume of liquid had been introduced, they were bound to swell in size and thrash about with extreme vigor.
The once thread-like, microscopic tentacles had likely thickened to the size of noodles. Inside Juliana's vagina, these swollen appendages were now thrashing with far greater intensity. I could see the roots of the tentacles writhing beneath the back of the patch. It looked like a sack full of squirming eels.
“Not there... ah...! If you poke there... I'll—ah...! Nngh...! Again, again...! Over and over... ahnn...!”
Furthermore, the more she climaxed, the more vaginal fluids she would secrete. While it might be a small amount compared to the water she had drunk, it would be more than enough to keep the tentacles highly active.
“Nngh, ah...! Ah, ahnnn...!”
Was that three times in a row? Or four? Juliana was now grinding her hips on her own as she came. She probably wasn't doing it consciously; rather, the violent onslaught of pleasure was forcing her body to move.
I stood back a bit, observing Juliana as she was thoroughly violated by the tentacle patch. I suppose it was a relief that the patches on other parts of her body remained quiet. Hmm... other parts? Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. What if I applied them to her nipples while she was lactating? Or what if I emptied her bowels and filled them with an enema before applying a patch to her anus? Oh... there was definitely room for experimentation here.
“...Ah... nngh... ah... mmmph...”
The tempest of tentacles ravaging Juliana finally seemed to be subsiding. Naturally, as the supply of water dwindled, their activity would slow. However, an unexpected phenomenon occurred alongside it. The tentacle patch, which had been firmly adhered to her vulva, suddenly slipped off limply.
“Oh?”
The tentacles, now vastly thicker than before, hung completely limp like overcooked noodles. There was still a long time left before the 24-hour mark, so... did the excessive water supply over-activate them to the point where they burned themselves out and died? For now, that seemed like the most plausible explanation.
So, Juliana's belief that it was absolutely impossible to remove them for 24 hours was mistaken. There was indeed a way to take it off—though it required supplying a massive amount of moisture from within and enduring the subsequent frenzy of the thrashing tentacles.
“...Haah, haah...” Juliana lay melted against the sofa, not even thinking of closing her legs. As she stared at the dead tentacle patch, a strange sense of regret lingered in her eyes.