Ravished by Tentacles in the Reference Room
The next morning, the towel-wrapped bundle around the book was still sitting under the desk.
Sea kept glancing that way as she gathered her textbooks. The tentacles had vanished back inside the book, but now that she knew exactly where it was, pretending not to notice had only grown harder.
No amount of showering had dulled yesterday's sensations. The tentacle that had pushed inside her. The thin white fluid that had slicked her fingers. When she remembered how it had shuddered at the very end, she yanked the zipper of her bag shut far harder than she needed to.
"I must be out of my mind..."
She hated that the book was in the house at all. Even hidden under the desk, it felt as if something somewhere in the room were still watching her. She didn't even want to think about throwing it in the trash, or burning it.
Just put it back where it came from.
Whatever happened after that was none of her concern. Sea pinched only the edge of the towel and lifted the bundle. It felt as if yesterday's slime had gotten on her palm again; she shook her hand several times before shoving the thing into the deepest part of her bag.
She had no intention of ever opening this book again.
Even after class ended, Sea stayed in her seat for a while. Only once the chatter in the hall had thinned, and the footsteps heading up to the study room had grown sparse, did she pick up her bag.
She checked her surroundings several times, then slipped into the Academy Reference Room. The familiar smell of paper met her. On the bottom shelf of the inner bookcase, the gap where the Black Book had been pulled free still sat empty.
Sea crouched in front of it. When she peeled the towel away, the black cover showed itself. The thought that the thing which had writhed so grotesquely and taken her yesterday was in there made her fingertips tremble.
"Let's just get this over with..."
She pushed the book into the empty space. It was narrower than she had expected. A corner of the cover caught on the workbook beside it and stopped halfway.
"Oh, come on—just go in..."
She hated even holding it, so she drove the spine hard with her palm. The neighboring workbook tilted, and the black cover wedged beneath it.
One more push...
The moment she clenched her teeth and put her strength into it, her palm slipped. The Black Book slid off the end of the shelf and dropped below her knees.
Thump.
The impact against the floor sent several old pages fluttering open.
"Eek!"
Sea reached out without time to think. But just before she could press the cover shut, a slender tentacle shot from between the pages and coiled around her right wrist.
"Ah—let go! W-wait!"
As she tried to yank her arm free, a second tentacle wound her elbow and hauled it backward. She staggered and hit the bookcase shoulder-first.
"Ah...! No, let go of me!"
Before she could straighten, one thick tentacle wrapped her waist over her blouse. Wet suction cups clung to the fabric and pinned her back against the side of the bookcase.
The Black Book lay at her feet, spread wide open. From between the pages, a third tentacle and then a fourth were already crawling out.
Sea twisted her wrist and kicked. Just before the toe of her sneaker touched the corner of the cover, footsteps sounded in the hall.
Someone was passing in front of the reference room.
"Hey...!"
Something soft and slick stuffed the mouth that had been about to call for help.
"Mmph!"
The tip of the tentacle pressed her lips and pushed inward. Sea turned her head aside, but the tentacle around her waist held her fast, and another came up to cradle the back of her head. The slime-slick tip forced its way between her parted lips and bore down on her tongue.
She clenched her teeth on reflex. The tentacle paused, then bent sideways inside her mouth. The inside of her cheek bulged as her jaw was forced open.
"Nn, nngh...!"
The footsteps in the hall drew closer. Sea pushed with her tongue at the tentacle trying to slide toward her throat, but she couldn't make a loud sound. If anyone saw her like this, she had no idea how she would explain it.
In that hesitation, two slender stalks slipped beneath her blouse.
"Mmph...!"
A cold, slick sensation climbed her stomach. One went under her left breast; the other wedged into the right cup of her bra. Each time a suction cup stuck to her skin and pulled away, a small, unfamiliar tug followed.
Sea hauled her arms forward. The tentacles around her wrists and elbows only gathered both arms behind her and pinned them to the bookcase. The one binding her waist tightened as well, leaving her unable to move in an awkward crouch, her knees barely raised.
"Hah, mmph... let go..."
With the tentacle filling her mouth, the words smeared into something no one could have understood.
The tip that had worked inside her clothes pushed the bra cup up. The moment her breast spilled free, one tentacle found the nipple exactly and seized it with a suction cup.
"Nngh!"
The flesh was drawn into a round pull, then released. The same sensation soon crashed over the other side. Clear slime spread across her breasts until the inside of her blouse clung wetly to her skin.
Sea tried to fold forward and cover her chest. But the tentacle around her waist pushed at her belly and forced her upright, and the two tentacles took turns sucking her exposed nipples.
The footsteps in the hall grew nearer. They stopped for a moment in front of the reference room door.
Sea's eyes went wide. If she was seen like this...!
"...Did I hear something?"
An unfamiliar voice, low, from just outside the door.
Sea swallowed her breath. The tentacle filling her mouth brushed the inside of her throat and nausea surged, but she couldn't even cough. Tears gathered as she stared only at the crack of the door and kept silent.
A moment later, the footsteps receded again.
Only then did the breath she had been holding leak roughly through her nose. At the same time, the suction cups gripping both nipples clenched hard.
"Hnnngh...!"
The sharp sensation spreading from the tips of her breasts ran all the way down into her lower belly. Sea shook her head in shame. With her mouth invaded, she felt as if she might throw up. She had no room left to care that the stimulation at her chest was making her body heat.
I'm being taken by this monster again...!
The tentacle in her mouth pressed her tongue, slowly drew back, then pushed in once more. Her tongue and palate, slick with slime, were being ravaged by its suction cups. Each time it went a little deeper, Sea's throat jerked on its own.
"Uh, uk...!"
When she tried to pull her head away, the tentacle cradling the back of her skull followed and stopped her. A tear that had pooled without her noticing slid down her cheek.
Meanwhile the tentacles fondling her breasts grew more insistent. One sucked at a nipple while its tip trembled in fine, rapid pulses. The small, quick vibration passed straight into the sensitized flesh.
"Mmph, nt...! Hnnnt...!"
Another tentacle wound beneath her breast as if cupping it in a grip. Each time the suction cups seized the round flesh and let go, her breast shook inside her clothes. Sea tensed her thighs and pressed her knees together. They hadn't even touched her down there, and yet she could feel the inside of her panties slowly growing wet.
The moment she realized it, her face burned hotter.
She wanted to throw everything aside and cry for help. But her mouth was blocked, and the tentacle teasing her throat made it overwhelming just to breathe. She barely managed to grab the tentacle around her wrist. She set her nails and shoved, but the soft body only dented inward.
"Mmph! Mmph...! Nt?!"
She could see the book at her feet.
When she stretched out her right foot, the toe of her sneaker slid under the open cover. Sea cocked her ankle and shoved hard. The cover lifted about halfway.
"Ngh...!"
The tentacle in her mouth suddenly drove deep. As Sea gagged and shuddered, her foot slipped. The lifted cover dropped back to the floor.
She steadied her breath and reached with her foot again. This time she braced the corner of the cover from underneath and lifted. Just as it seemed about to close, the tentacle on her nipple trembled hard.
"Hnngh...!"
Her back struck the bookcase. Strength left her knees, and the sneaker lost the cover.
Because the stimulation would not stop, Sea's breathing only grew more ragged. Her lower belly kept clenching on its own, and her thighs twitched uselessly, regardless of her will.
The tentacle moving in and out of her mouth sped up as well. Its tip came close to her throat, then retreated onto her tongue, over and over. Sea breathed urgently through her nose and tried to pull her jaw back.
"Mmph, wai... mmph!"
The surface of the tentacle suddenly hardened.
Sea remembered the spasm she had felt in her hand the day before. The thing filling her mouth tightened like a pulse, again and again.
No way.
She shook her head hard, but the tentacle wrapped around the back of her head would not let go. The one in her mouth pushed deeper, and the ones gripping both breasts trembled to the same rhythm.
"Nn, nngh!"
Hot fluid gushed against the inside of her tongue.
Ah, no...! I don't want this!
Sea's eyes flew wide. Thin white fluid filled her mouth in successive spurts. She moved her tongue to spit it out, but the tentacle was blocking the way. The moment it brushed her throat, her neck convulsed on its own.
"Mmph...! Nn, hnnn...!"
Sea dry-heaved and thrashed. Fluid that leaked from the corner of her mouth ran down her chin and dripped onto the collar of her blouse. Each time the tentacle twitched again, what remained spread over her tongue and the inside of her cheeks.
Again?! Th-this time in my mouth...!
After several spasms passed, the strength left the tentacle in her mouth. The ones that had held her breasts stopped vibrating and went slack and slow. The fluid that had poured out in thick pulses soaked the inside of her throat and filled her mouth.
Sea pulled her jaw back and pushed the tentacle out. The moment the slick tip slipped from between her lips, she ducked her head.
"Cough—hack...!"
She spat what was left in her mouth onto the floor. Once wasn't enough; she spat the white fluid, mixed with saliva, several times more. What had already gone down her throat she could not bring back up. That fact felt so clear it turned her stomach.
But she couldn't stay where she was.
Sea stretched out her right foot again. Leaning on the loosened tentacle at her waist to haul herself upright, she lifted the black cover with the toe of her sneaker.
The cover closed slowly.
The tentacles that had wrapped her wrist, her arm, and her waist were pulled toward the book all at once. The two stalks still inside her clothes brushed her breasts as they withdrew. Last of all, the tip hooked at the corner of her mouth vanished between the pages, and the book shut completely.
Sea sank down where she was.
"Haa... ha..."
Her arms were free, but she could barely move so much as a fingertip. An unfamiliar, fishy taste lingered in her mouth, and inside her blouse her slime-wet breasts clung damply to the fabric.
Footsteps sounded in the hall again.
Sea jerked upright. With no time to pull her bra down properly, she only yanked the front of her blouse closed to cover her chest. She scrubbed her chin and lips roughly with her sleeve, but the slime and the tears would not wipe clean.
On the floor, the white fluid mixed with spit remained exactly as it was.
Sea did not look at the floor again.
She snatched up her bag in a daze and fled the reference room. Afraid of running into someone, she kept her head bowed as she went down the stairs. Her legs kept threatening to give out, and the taste of the fluid left in her mouth brought dry heaves up again and again.
Even on the way home, the tears would not quite stop. Beneath her blouse, the slime that had not dried stuck tackily between skin and cloth. Sea walked fast with her arm covering her chest. People passing now and then stole glances at the state of her, but she did not have the spare attention to care.
The moment she shut the front door, it felt as if the strength would leave her legs. She went into her room without even managing to take her shoes off properly and flung her bag.
Thud.
It was a heavy, solid sound, different from workbooks knocking together. Sea froze for a moment, but she did not look back. She went straight into the bathroom and locked the door first. For dozens of minutes after that, she could not stop crying.