Finding the Next Opponent
For Bersia, a hundred years have passed.
And in that process, she lost almost all of her own dignity, half-forcing herself into it.
She's already lost everything that could qualify her as a Female Knight.
She doesn't even know how to properly wield a sword anymore.
In the midst of all that, her skill at seducing monsters has uselessly grown, and she's made monster Semen and urine her staple diet.
This has become a habit ingrained in her without a second thought.
"Sorry···!!! I won't be cheeky anymore··· please!!!"
Even that high-and-mighty Female Knight has completely crumbled now.
Her current state, plus the fact that the tentacles could shatter her even further anytime they felt like it, has utterly broken her spirit.
"What? Easy peasy."
"Nah, normally this much would snap anyone's mind."
For this Female Knight, her basic human dignity got smashed to bits long before her knightly pride ever came into play.
She's no Female Knight anymore··· but anyway, Bersia is still fully prostrated in Dogeza before the tentacles.
The Clone handling her Conditioning plucks out a single tentacle strand and drapes it over the head of the groveling bitch.
"Hiiik···!"
Bersia, who's already genuinely been through the full Female Knight-breaking experience, absolutely can't resist.
Even just what's happened so far has broken her spirit, but if this tentacle wants, it can drag her down to rock bottom anytime.
She curses her foolish past self who thought this was the bottom back when she first got Modified on that bed.
"Alright then··· Try begging like you would to a dog monster."
"Yes? Ah, y-yes! Got it!"
Then she immediately lifts her bowed head, drops to all fours, and spins around backward.
"Mung mung···!!! Heaek heaek♡♡♡"
"Wow, she's actually doing it."
The Main Body tentacle says it with utter contempt.
But whether they mock her or not, Bersia's already less than human, having abandoned everything.
Desperate not to sink any lower, she puts her all into seducing a monster that isn't even there.
She wildly shakes her ass while hiking her knees up just a bit.
It was the spitting image of a bitch dog pleading for a male's penis.
"Well, she's definitely completely broken."
"Yeah?"
"Come to think of it, this is all your fault from the start."
As the tentacles chat among themselves, they lock eyes, reconfirming their goal one more time.
Then they glance back at Bersia.
"Heaek···♡ Heaek♡"
Thanks to that earlier tentacle command, she's still dancing like a bitch begging for dick.
Maybe from shaking it so violently non-stop, sweat's now dripping off her in globs.
"Hmm··· We've got a meeting to hold, so keep playing with her."
The tentacle peels off just a tiny bit of itself.
It immediately starts wriggling, slowly shaping into a dog monster form like it's faking the miracle of life itself.
-Krurrr
And it nails the growl perfectly too.
Aside from the tentacle penis imprinted with absolute obedience in her brain, it's a dead ringer for a dog monster.
"Yeah, play with this guy."
"Yes♡"
Bersia's Vagina—who'd been dancing to lure a male—starts getting soaked.
Sure, there's some sexual arousal, but it's more her conditioned body auto-prepping at the sight of a penis.
"Heaek♡ Mung mung♡"
At this point, she's more like a horny monster masquerading as human than anything resembling one.
Puuuuk!!
"Huiiiik♡♡♡♡"
At first, like always, she belts out those sweet moans tailored for the monster.
But—
"Hiiik! Ugegegegegek!!!!"
Right away, the brutal pleasure of that tentacle penis makes tears and snot explode from her face.
Pusht♡
Shooooaaaa!!!
She Climaxes so hard it's comically overkill for her fake seduction, body thrashing wildly.
Of course, after close to a hundred years of perceived time getting gang-raped by monsters, she's more than broken in.
Burrrr!!!
Still spasming, the monster slowly drags Bersia along.
More precisely, it yanks her by the penis jammed in her Vagina, Climaxing her the whole way.
"Huhik♡ Huhgek♡"
Squirting real tidal squirt amid screams and moans, she gets hauled off.
But the hilarious disconnect between her lingering tentacle-penis trauma and her body slowly adapting? Pure gold.
Anyway, that's Bersia, dragged offstage like a ragdoll.
"So, we've taken down one now?"
"Looks like it."
"What about the rest of the Hero Party?"
"We've got the list locked down—they're way too famous not to."
And yep, packed with women at the absolute peak of their fields.
"For now, let's hit the closest ones we can actually reach, by distance."
The tentacles aren't gunning for world domination.
Just neutralizing every last member of the 'Hero Party that could kill us.'
"Then, wouldn't using this Female Knight make it easier?"
"There's a difference between smashing someone flat-out and making 'em obey orders?"
"Yeah, so let's smash one ourselves first."
"Okay."
Where are their targets? What're they up to?
One thing's for sure: they'd better cherish this moment while it lasts.
"Ah, this one looks closest distance-wise."
A tentacle strand stretches out on the map, jabbing the target spot.
"The Mage is closest."
"Mage?"
"Yeah, word is the Hero Party's magic was insanely top-tier?"
"Yeah?"
Problem is, heading there ain't simple.
Distance is a trek, no matter how you slice it.
And the City of Mages? Extra caution city.
Magic detectors everywhere managing monsters and test subjects—if you screw up, you're toast.
"We gotta infiltrate smart···."
At that, the Conditioning tentacle and Main Body tentacle both eyeball the Smart Tentacle.
"What? Why stare at me?"
"No one's smarter than you."
"Haa···."
"Better than us all charging in and dying, yeah?"
The Smart Tentacle shoots a headache look.
Screw-up still means poof for everyone, after all.
"Then I'll hold the backup body, that work?"
"Yeah—"
Crunch.
The Main Body chomps down about a quarter of the original Smart Tentacle.
"With this, a few chunks of your corpse and I can rebuild you."
"Yeah yeah··· hold up, I gotta learn Conditioning too."
Crunch.
It scarfs nearly half the now-bulked Conditioning Main Body tentacle.
"Ttoo······."
"···Too much?"
Half was heftier than expected—re-gen's off to a slow start.
Anyway, now the Smart Tentacle's got most of the Conditioning know-how.
"We'll rework this Female Knight here into something usable."
"Gotcha~"
And so, the smartest tentacle sets off for the ex-Hero Party Mage.
Call it a showdown: peak-brain tentacle vs. human.
Who wins?
The City of Mages in a massive kingdom.
And in that city, a woman holds guild leader status.
Title's guild leader, but really, she reps the kingdom's top mages.
Belisa Erlschte.
The Mage who carried the Hero Party's magic—and yeah, basically another backbone of the group.
Naturally, thousands of spells in her arsenal, wielded with otherworldly skill and finesse.
Exact deets fuzzy, but rumor has it she magic-squashed one of the Demon King's Four Heavenly Kings solo.
Flawless Mage vibes, right? Except for that one issue.
Her personality.
"What?"
Today, like clockwork, she's obliterating a Mage live with her signature arrogance and zero-mercy trash talk.
"What? Can't handle this?"
"B-but it's way too complex!"
"That's your opinion."
This seemingly perfect woman's glaring flaw? Her personality's in the toilet.
"If you're dumb, at least grind harder··· Tsk tsk."
···Straight-up trash.
Skilled as hell, sure—but zero empathy, pure arrogance on legs.
She flicks back her long jet-black straight hair, dismissing them.
"Here, like this."
Worse than the arrogance? No goddamn consideration.
She conjures the magic circle another Mage sweated over for a full day—right in their face, effortless.
"Get it now?"
"Y-yeah, I'll give it a shot···."
"Can't even nail this and calls herself a Mage······ Ugh, annoying."
Feet propped on the desk, she waves her magic wand like scram.
Grind···.
The booted Mage grinds their teeth and slinks out.
"She's at it again."
"Yep."
But in Mage central? Barely raises eyebrows anymore.
She's infamous for this crap from the jump.
"So yeah, steer clear—best for your sanity."
"Word."
"Those purple eyes of hers? Look like they're shitting on you? Instant willpower killer."
Everyone respects her skills, sure—but good luck getting close.
Still, nothing lasts forever.
Wriggles···.
Uninvited guest's here.