The Tentacle That Raped Me
Didn't they say the leftover workbooks were in here?
Han Sea, a twenty-year-old jaesusaeng spending the year retaking the college entrance exam, ducked into the Academy Reference Room for a moment after class, before she went up to the study hall.
There were no workbooks. What caught her eye instead was a single Black Book shoved into the bottom shelf.
"What is this?"
The cover bore neither title nor picture. It was rough as old leather, and yet hardly any dust clung to it. After glancing through it a few times, Sea opened the book without much thought.
Inside, an unfamiliar script packed every page.
"What kind of writing is this……. Still, it looks strangely fascinating. Should I take it and look it over?"
Sea hesitated a moment, then slipped the book into her bag.
Home again, Sea tossed her bag onto the bed first thing. She loosened the ribbon of her white blouse with its sailor collar, perched on the edge of the mattress, and remembered the Black Book she had brought back.
Turning a few pages changed nothing. Only illegible characters on worn paper.
"It's just an ordinary book that happens to look weird."
Sea lost interest almost at once. She was about to close it when she turned one last page.
In that instant the center of the paper bloomed black.
"Huh……?"
At first she thought it was ink. But the black stain slowly swelled, writhing as if something were pushing up from beneath the page.
Sea leaned her face closer.
Something like a pale-pink mass of flesh was forcing its way out between the sheets.
"What is this……?"
What had emerged was a tentacle, small suction cups lined in rows beneath its smooth surface. It slid about a hand's breadth out of the book and slowly groped across the bed.
Sea flung the book away in a start. A second tentacle rose from between the pages, and her lips parted.
"Wait……."
Only then did she try to get off the bed, but before her feet could reach the floor the first tentacle coiled around her ankle.
"Ah! Let go……!"
Yanking her leg hard did nothing. Each time a suction cup latched onto her black stocking and peeled away, a wet sensation traveled through the fabric.
Sea bent at the waist and seized the tentacle in both hands. Its alien temperature made her flinch. Clear slime kept her grip slipping, and she had to readjust her hands again and again.
"What the— seriously……! Ngh!"
Grimacing, she clenched her teeth and twisted until the tentacle finally unwound from her ankle and dropped onto the bed. Gasping, she reached to shut the book, then stopped.
The fallen tentacle did not lunge. It only writhed slowly at the edge of the bed, and she could see the little suction cups puckering shut and opening again.
Clear slime coated her palm. She wiped it roughly on her skirt, yet her eyes kept drifting back to the tentacle.
Disgusting……. It's alive?
The feel of it lingered plainly on her hand.
Sea hesitated, then extended a single finger.
"……."
When her fingertip touched the tentacle's side, one suction cup closed.
"Ah."
She snatched her hand back at once. The tentacle did not follow; it only bent once upon the bed.
It was strange that it had seized her ankle a moment ago and now lay quiet. She reached out again, and this time pressed lightly with her fingertip, as if she were handling some mysterious, immature creature.
Soft flesh yielded under her finger, then slowly returned.
That was when another tentacle slipped beneath her skirt.
"Nn……!"
The brush against bare skin made Sea jerk backward. The tentacle had wedged itself between the top of her stocking and the hem of her skirt and was stroking the inside of her thigh.
"W-wait! I don't want this…… don't come up!"
She shoved at the tentacle wrapped around her thigh with both hands. But there was more slime than before, and her hands kept sliding.
In that interval the tentacle she had first freed coiled around her other leg.
"Let go— I said I don't want it……!"
Both knees were forced apart.
Sea pinned her skirt down with one hand and tried to peel the tentacle away with the other. Meanwhile the tentacle that had come between her legs slowly rubbed over her panties.
"Hht……."
The strength left her hands for an instant. Embarrassed by the sound that had escaped her own mouth, Sea clamped her lips shut.
"Don't……."
As if it understood her, the tentacle slowed for a moment, then swept over her panties again. Wet slime soaked into the cloth.
"Nngh!"
She tried to scoot her hips back, but the tentacles around her legs kept her from moving properly. The sensation of the same spot being rubbed again and again through her panties made her lower belly tighten for no reason she wanted to name.
"Nn…… stop……."
She wanted to close her legs and couldn't. In the meantime the tentacle pushed the edge of her panties aside, and Sea's pussy, already wet, was laid bare.
Sea dropped her hand in a panic.
"N-no……!"
But it was too late.
The slick tip of the tentacle probed the entrance of her pussy several times. Clear slime mingled with her own wetness and spread between her folds.
Then the tentacle pushed her open and drove inside.
"Haaahk……!"
A sound close to a scream burst through the room.
A thick tentacle had been shoved into Sea's pussy.
She arched her back and clamped her thighs hard. The tentacles gripping both legs held fast and would not let her move. The sudden foreignness plunging into her body blanked her mind white.
"Pull it out……! Out— I don't want this……!"
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Sea grabbed the tentacle and yanked with all her strength, but her palms slipped on the slime. Meanwhile it bent to the shape of her body and worked a little deeper.
Each time its soft surface pressed past her inner flesh, another sensation threaded through the pain.
"Hhh…… ngh, aahnn……."
A sound nothing like the scream of a moment ago leaked out. Startled at herself, Sea shut her mouth.
She didn't want this.
She was scared and wanted it out right now, yet her pussy clenched around the invading tentacle of its own accord. Every small movement made more of her wetness spill from inside and slick the intruder.
"I don't want it…… please……."
Sea turned her face aside.
The tentacle drew slowly out, then pushed back in—a little deeper than the first time, and the next stroke pressed her insides at a slightly different angle.
After a few repetitions her resistance fell apart. Strength entered the hands that meant to push it away, then failed; she tried to pull her hips back, only for the graze inside her to make her body jerk and stop.
"Hht…… ah……."
Sea ground her teeth.
The tentacle filling her pussy bent and pressed a deep place inside.
"Ah……!"
Her body jumped first. Sea held her breath and gripped the tentacle tight.
The one in her hand twitched hard in answer.
"……?"
Sea opened her eyes.
When she tightened her fingers a little more, a small convulsion ran along the tentacle's surface. Clear slime welled out all at once and wet the spaces between her fingers.
While she stared, unsettled by the sight, the tentacle inside her pressed that same spot again.
"Ah, not there……!"
Sea's hips bucked.
Only after the words left her did she realize what she had said. Flushing, she bit her lip, but the tentacle had already found the place again and was moving.
"Ah…… nn, no……."
Her pussy clenched hard around it.
The suction cups around her legs pulled at her skin, and inside, the soft tentacle rubbed the same spot again and again. At some point Sea could no longer push it away; she only clutched the bedsheet.
"Hnnn…… ah……!"
Below her belly everything drew tight. Sea shook her head, thighs trembling.
She was supposed to say she didn't want it. But no proper words would leave her mouth.
"Ah…… wait, ngh, aahnn……!"
Instead of the sentence she couldn't finish, a long moan broke free.
Sea's hips shuddered hard several times. The inside of her pussy contracted on its own and squeezed the tentacle tight, and hot wetness spilled down between the tentacle and her thighs.
In that moment the other tentacle caught in her hand went rigid.
"……Aauu?"
Sea looked down through blurred eyes.
The tentacle in her fist twisted once, violently, and then the whole of it began to tremble. This was different from mere writhing. The flesh under her palm contracted again and again like a pulse, and the tentacle buried inside her jerked to the same rhythm.
"Ngh, nngh! Hnnn…… ah!"
And something hot gushed out inside her pussy.
"Ah……? Aaah?!"
Sea's eyes went wide.
It did not end with once. Every time the tentacle shuddered, thin white fluid burst out inside her in succession. The same fluid poured from the tentacle in her hand, soaking the back of her hand and the gaps between her fingers.
Sea stared at it, unable even to breathe.
"What…… is this……."
The tentacle was still twitching intermittently. Her gaze, fixed on the white fluid coating her hand, drifted slowly down between her own legs. The hot fluid that had just poured out was still inside her pussy.
Sea blinked several times. Her lips moved.
"Don't tell me…… did it just come?"
Even after she said it, she couldn't believe it. That the monster which had been inside her body had climaxed and ejaculated like a person felt unreal.
"No……."
Coming to her senses too late, Sea pushed the tentacle out.
This time, perhaps because its strength had gone, it slipped free more easily than she expected. As the slick tentacle withdrew from her pussy, the thin white fluid left inside mixed with her own wetness and ran down the inside of her thigh.
Seeing that, Sea went rigid again.
"This is insane……."
She hurriedly pulled her skirt down to cover herself, but it was already too late. Her panties were shoved to one side and soaked, and her thighs were covered in suction-cup marks and sticky slime.
Sea looked at the Black Book. The tentacles that had come out of it had slowed, the ferocity of moments ago like a lie.
She shut the book at once.
The tentacles were dragged back between the pages one by one. When the last tip vanished, Sea pressed the cover down with both hands and could not move for a long while.
Even while she showered, the round suction-cup marks left on her thighs kept catching her eye.
Sea washed longer than usual. Every time she saw the whitish fluid leaking from inside her pussy, what had just happened came rushing back, and her face burned.
"Inside me…… did that thing come? Its semen……?"
Talking to herself brought no answer.
When the shower was done, Sea wrapped the Black Book tightly in a towel and shoved it into the deepest place beneath her desk. She did not want to look at it again. Not yet.
Even after she lay down, sleep would not come easily. Close her eyes, and the shock of the tentacle first entering her body returned; after that, the sounds that had come from her own mouth.
Last of all she remembered the tentacle trembling in her hand as it poured out white fluid.
Sea pulled the blanket up over her head.
She wanted to forget. And yet, strangely, that final scene alone refused to leave her mind.