Beneath the Ruins of an Ancient Future (3)
The layers of clothing that had been wrapped around the test subject Kaira’s body peeled away one by one. The robe woven from the silk of the giant insects that dwell in the Riaska Great Swamp and carefully dyed with the flowers of the marsh. The sturdy traveling dress made of rough but durable, warm linen. All of it drifted free.
Test Subject Kaira folded the discarded garments with meticulous care. These products of human civilization were also items her teacher wished to preserve and collect. The precious grimoire and pocket watch she had kept inside the robe, along with the necklace of memories given to her by Iskil, were placed neatly atop the folded clothes.
Finally, Kaira removed the boots finished with tough, supple leather. Her small, pale feet, freed from the sturdy yet completely non-breathable footwear, stepped onto the smooth stone tiles of the cold bare floor.
Thousands of her teacher’s eyes examined every inch of her body from different angles. It was impossible to tell what the teacher was thinking. Perhaps it was deciding what kind of specimen to make. A clean skeletal mount? Or one with the internal organs preserved?
Still, like so many beings she had seen before, she hoped it would at least violate her body once before the end. Once she became a specimen she would be dead, and then she would no longer be able to enjoy the rape she loved so much.
‘10925.’
Something flowed into her mind. A number. Test Subject Kaira understood its meaning instantly. Test subjects had no need for names. She was the 10,925th specimen collected, and from now on she was simply Test Subject 10925.
Test Subject 10925 spread her limbs slightly. She did so to make the examination easier as her teacher’s appendage—covered in an ominous matte black—approached. Since her teacher was an avatar of eyes, nose, mouth, and ears… this one must represent the sense of touch.
“Mmph…”
The flesh of Test Subject 10925 was extremely sensitive. Her tiny body, long trained to accept sexual stimulation with addictive craving, grew wet between the legs from the mere sensation of her teacher’s appendage sliding across her skin.
The development of Test Subject 10925’s vulva was delayed. There was no pigmentation, and her labia had not yet parted. It remained little more than a slightly plump, gently cleft mound at the center of her crotch, much like a young girl’s. Only the presence of very fine, pale pubic hair—more transparent gold than the warm brown of fresh bread—betrayed that she was, in fact, an adult female despite her immature appearance.
As a mature female, her reproductive functions worked normally. Knowing her teacher was interested in the reproductive organs of human females, Test Subject 10925 spread her legs wide in a rather vulgar pose.
“Yes… Kaira… is spreading… her cunt… for you…”
Then she used her fingers to part the soft flesh and labia of her vulva. The pink inner folds that countless men had tasted were revealed. Test Subject 10925 felt no shame. She was happy to be observed by her teacher.
At the tip of the appendage that approached Test Subject 10925, an eye bloomed like a flower. It studied her vulva for a long time before finally plunging into the pale pink interior of her cunt.
“Hngh…!?”
A sexually aroused moan slipped from between Test Subject 10925’s lips. The hundreds of ear-like organs sprouting from her teacher’s body recorded the vibration. She was delighted to become a specimen of the lewd sounds a human female could make.
“Haa… ugh… mmph… ehehet… th-this… feels… like a dream… s-so good… ah…”
Like a bird gliding leisurely through the clouds, her teacher’s appendage caressed and stimulated the inside of Test Subject 10925’s vagina without causing the slightest pain. Another appendage approached in front of her eyes and projected an image into the air.
It was glistening pink mucosa bathed in soft light. Slightly grotesque, yet somehow familiar. And… looking at it felt good. Even as her mind slowly melted in pleasure, Test Subject 10925 recognized what the image was.
“Ah… th-this… is… inside… my cunt… ngh♡”
While the thin tentacle slowly stroked the interior of her own vagina, observing the reproductive organ of a fertile human female, Test Subject 10925 writhed in a happiness so intense it felt like she might climax at any moment.
‘G-going… to cum… ah… thank you, Teacher… thank you for touching my cunt… I’m so glad… I get to cum before I become a specimen…’
Little by little, the delicate strand of the appendage crawled closer to the very entrance of her cervix. Test Subject 10925 waited for the climax that was approaching—until she became confused.
“Eh…?”
‘Why…? Why did it stop…?’
The moment her teacher’s movement reached her cervical opening, it halted. The foreign sensation of the appendage buried inside her vagina remained, but the gentle stimulation that had been scattering waves of happiness had vanished.
Test Subject 10925 suffered at the climax that had been held out to her only to be snatched away. Her slender fingers, still politely holding her vulva open and spreading the tiny cleft of her cunt, trembled violently.
“U-um…? T-Teacher…? Why?”
Even though Test Subject 10925 begged, her teacher offered no explanation of its intent. As she stared blankly, tears welling in her eyes, she finally noticed something approaching from both sides of her head.
“Hik…!?”
She flinched in momentary terror, but relaxed when she saw it was merely another of her teacher’s appendages equipped with tongue, ear, eye, and a thin auxiliary tentacle. The appendage crept into the inside of Test Subject 10925’s ear as if seeping in.
“Ohh…!? Ngh… ugh, deep… this feeling… is strange… heh…!?!?!?”
The thinnest strands of her teacher’s tentacles pierced tiny holes in her eardrum and invaded the inner ear. Test Subject 10925 instinctively understood. Her teacher intended to reach her brain by following the minuscule openings where the auditory nerve passed.
“Ah…? Ah… eh… ehe? Heh… ugh, eh… hng… et, ah… ah, ah… et… e♡ ee, ugh, e♡ he? Hehe… hehu? Heh… het♡”
Test Subject 10925 drooled saliva and tears uncontrollably. She tried to speak, but only completely broken sounds came out. Just, test subject, test subject ■■■25 ■ cognitive function, slowly breaking, no, rather recovering■■ being restored, strange■ sensation, like being drunk on…
“Haaat?!!”
Brain tissue forcibly overwritten. Cognitive functions collapsing. Sanity slipping. Reversion of conditioning detected. Identity fracturing…
….
Her mind returned.
I… I am… Test Subject 10… No, no… I am… Kaira. Right now… I remember everything that happened until now. My memories weren’t taken…
“Wh-what… is this…? My b-brain, brain, brain… it’s being touched… all over… hngh… the feeling… is weird… hick??!”
The brain itself cannot feel touch, yet she could clearly tell it was being touched. Her hearing, her thoughts, her memories suddenly replayed before her eyes only to twist hideously. Unable to endure it, she begged in a crushed, slurred voice.
“N-no… don’t… this kind of thing… my mind… is breaking… ah♡”
Had the brainwashing been deliberately released? Did it need to see the painful struggle of its ‘specimen’? Still, since the conditioning had been lifted, she could do it now. Using the power that even this demon could not understand, she could—
“External variable excluded. Observing natural state reaction. Human female mating behavior. Reward sensation of copulation. Recording. Memory.”
“Ugh… ugh…”
The demon’s complex thoughts scrambled inside her head. They were not properly formed into language, merely clusters of concepts, yet she could understand what the demon wanted. Because the demon wanted her to interpret it.
“So… you want to see me… in my right mind… bucking my hips like a stupid animal… making obscene mating cries… tied up by you… cumming over and over… is that it…?”
> Comprehension rate: 78%
> Subject’s cognitive resistance weakening
> Natural mating response confirmed
“You understood my intention… to that degree? B-but…”
This was her only chance. Even with the unpleasant tentacle buried inside her vagina and her brain being rummaged through, if she didn’t escape before this pure crystallization of curiosity—incapable of even understanding the word ‘evil’—turned her into a real specimen, the opportunity would never come again.
If she didn’t want to be preserved as a specimen labeled ‘Human Female Mating Behavior,’ eyes rolled back and cumming pathetically several times, she had to act now. She reached out to grab the disgusting obsidian tentacle covered in eyes, nose, ears, and tongue.
The demon had been born no more than ten thousand years ago. It was within a range she could easily rewind. The moment something touched her fingertips, she poured every ounce of her temporal magic into it.
‘Rewind—’
“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh?!!”
With something indistinguishable between pain and ecstasy, she received a shock as if her brain were melting and lost consciousness for a moment.
“Ugh… ngh…”
The consciousness that had vanished with a pop returned with another pop, just as it had disappeared. How long had she been unconscious? The posture in which she had been standing bow-legged, fingers prying her vulva open, had changed at some point into a kneeling position. The demon’s tentacle was still buried inside her vagina, but it was no longer moving.
“Ah…? Eh… hae…? Ah, eh… heu…♡? Et…?”
Between her weakly spread knees, a sticky yellow liquid mixed with urine and love juice flowed out, forming a puddle. The obscene sound of it trickling across the floor continued as the puddle slowly spread.
‘What…? Wh-what happened…? I… I just lost consciousness…’
Considering she was still wetting herself, it didn’t seem she had been out for very long. She tried moving her body a little.
“Kyaaahuuuuu!? Ah…? Et… eh?”
The shock of climax slammed through her entire body. She instinctively understood. The thing that had knocked her unconscious just now had been this absurd pleasure. A moment ago, the slight brush of her heel against her buttocks as she knelt had been converted into pleasure.
It wasn’t just her heel. Every tiny movement she made to adjust her posture, every ridge of her fingerprints as they lightly gripped the tentacle, every single fold seemed to have been transformed into an organ that existed solely for sexual pleasure.
“Wh-what the… my… my whole body… has turned into… a giant clitoris… ngh…”
Only after muttering that did she understand. Why the tentacle had been driven into her brain.
It needed a female human who would willingly seek the pleasure of mating, but it had no use for a test subject that might resist or counterattack. In that case, it simply had to soak her in pleasure until she became a meat doll so mad with lust that she lost all thought of resistance.
“Ahaha… ahahahat… aha… yes… good… so good… this feels… hah♡ so happy… kyaa…”
She could not resist. For someone who had always harbored a desire for ruin, such happiness was impossible to refuse. If she became a preserved specimen, the existence that bloomed through her flesh would never happen. Yes. This was… ehehe, the best possible ending—cumming countless times for Teacher, going mad with a female’s pleasure, her brain completely burned out, becoming a meat doll without will or reason, then infused with magic and preserved like a specimen hardened in plastic.
It was the most perfect finale she had never even imagined.
“Yes… I’ll do it…”
With a dazed expression and red eyes that had lost all focus, she murmured those words and gently embraced the tentacle of her ‘Teacher’ that was buried inside her cunt.
“Ehehe…”
She spoke seductively toward the countless floating eyes that had bloomed across the surface of the tentacle, all of them watching her.
“A girl’s insides are very delicate… A human man’s cock and Teacher’s appendage are clearly different, so if you move carelessly you might not get the good reactions you want… So please… be gentle and make sure it doesn’t hurt…?”
Immediately, new appendages sprouted from the tentacle that had stopped moving. They stretched out. Toward every soft fold inside her vagina, and toward the precious organ meant to nurture a child.