A Dimly Lit Seedbed

"Hey, what'll we do once this is over?"

Three figures walked along, their footsteps clattering with a dry, hollow sound.

The source of the noise was the full iron armor the three of them wore. Even though they were inside the city, they had clad themselves from toe to neck and properly donned their helmets on top of that.

At the head of the group, a man slightly shorter than the other two carried a torch in his hand. Even though the wisdom of the [Hero] had made the world somewhat more convenient, not everyone shared in those blessings. Besides, things done the old-fashioned way had their own kind of charm.

The flickering torchlight illuminated the main street as the curtain of night fell, and the three soldiers walked along chatting amiably.

There were not many figures around them. Beyond the three patrolling soldiers, only a handful of other people.

Normally, just after sunset, the main street would be crowded with men stopping by the tavern after work, families heading home from dinner, and women in revealing clothes touting for customers at the brothels. A main street packed with people.

And yet, right now it was so quiet and deserted that one might expect a ghost to appear. Anyone who knew the Royal Capital's normal bustle would find the silence eerie enough to set them on edge.

Perhaps trying not to dwell on that eeriness, the soldiers spoke unnecessarily loudly.

"Once this is over, I'll knock back a drink at the tavern, then head home and sleep, I think."

"Yeah, same."

They had been chatting cheerfully, but seeing how few people were around them, sighs slipped out. Nighttime patrols were grueling, but they could write it off as their usual job. Above all, since soldiers and knights served at the royal castle, their wages were good, and they were prime customers for the women working at the brothels.

The women would lure them in with the bodies they prided themselves on, charm them with clever words, and draw them into the shop to leave their money behind. The more outrageous the seduction (the service), the more delighted the men became, and the more they spent. With those outrageous seductions in mind, nighttime patrols weren't such a bad job.

But today, getting that service was going to be difficult, the three thought. There simply weren't many people about. Not none at all, and they occasionally spotted a brothel tout, but not many.

The reason was a problem that had been relayed a few days earlier to the soldiers who served at the royal castle and to some of the knights.

—People were going missing inside the Royal Capital.

There were no wars between humans, and the monsters that were humanity's natural enemy were on the other side of the stone walls surrounding the Royal Capital.

Then what was the culprit?

They didn't want to think it, but it had to be another human. A human who abducted people… and since none of the abducted had been found, the worst-case scenarios came to mind. The thinking among these soldiers and the Knight Order was that it had to be someone mentally unstable.

What a pain, the three thought in unison. What was so sad about being human that humans had to punish humans? If you wanted to kill, go beyond the stone walls and kill monsters. That would be far more useful to people and to the world. And above all, please spare them a nighttime patrol with no fun to be had.

The torch's flame swayed in the air currents kicked up by their walking.

"Booze, or women. Or both… A patrol the day before payday is the worst possible problem."

"You spend too much. You should live with a bit more room in the budget…"

"Can't be helped, can it? Bachelors get lonely at night."

"I'm a bachelor too, you know."

A trivial conversation. The three of them must have been on good terms. Their talk flowed easily. From the tone of their voices, it was easy to imagine the smiles hidden beneath their helmets.

And so, how long had they walked? Greeting the colleagues they occasionally passed, escorting home Royal Capital residents who had been walking the main street after work, until the night deepened and the figures of people vanished entirely.

"Well then, time we switched out, huh?"

"That's right."

It wasn't as though they walked the Royal Capital all night long on patrol. They did multiple rounds in groups of three. There was no clock or anything; the rule was that whenever they got tired enough, they'd switch.

So they were about to swap out and take a nap… right when they happened to be passing the front of a tavern.

The lights inside were already extinguished, with no sign of anyone there. Of course there were no voices and no clinking of armor other than their own.

A small clattering sound.

The back of the tavern. Toward the back alley. It was the kind of small sound that would have been missed entirely on a day with foot traffic.

"—"

The torch-bearing soldier came to a halt. At the same time, the other two drew the swords at their hips from their scabbards.

In the torchlight, the three exchanged silent glances. The lead, of course, was the torch-bearing man. Cautiously, they headed toward the back alley.

They thought it might just be a small animal, like a cat, but having long served as soldiers in dangerous duties, even with that thought in the corners of their minds, they didn't let their guard down.

Their iron sabatons struck the stone-paved main street, and the dry sound couldn't be silenced. Knowing that whatever was making the sound had to hear them too, they stepped into the back alley.

Wooden boxes, barrels, and trash cans that must have been used for kitchen waste. They stank. Perhaps because it was behind a tavern, the wooden boxes held bottles in disordered piles. The smell stabbing at their noses must have come from those bottles, or from the vomit of a drunkard befouling the stone pavement.

The man illuminating the dimness with his torch happened to look straight at that vomit and let out a small grunt. At the same time, the torchlight wavered. By luck, it lit up the shadows deeper in the back alley, and nothing was there.

But they could hear some sort of sound. Now that they had advanced into the back alley, the sound had become clearer. Through their iron helmets, it sounded like a muffled, breath-like voice.

They stopped and looked around. All that entered their view were wooden boxes and barrels illuminated by the warm torchlight.

After standing still for several seconds on guard, the three once again consulted with silent eye contact about what to do next.

The source of the sound was even deeper in the back alley. As time passed, the sound seemed to grow louder, and all three caught their breath together.

There was no option of turning back now.

The torch-bearing man moved forward while the second man guarded his back. The third in the rear watched behind them as he followed the other two. The back alley was narrow, and clad in full armor as they were, the three had no choice but to advance in single file.

As they pressed deeper inside, the muffled sound grew even louder.

… Rather than muffled, it was the kind of sound a viscous liquid made when slapping against a wall. A wet, sticky sound that raised goosebumps just to hear.

The lead man, an uneasy expression on his face, lit the path ahead with his torch. The warm orange light revealed only empty wooden boxes and barrels left behind from use at the tavern.

His breath ran ragged from tension. Shallow, short. The shirt he wore beneath his armor soaked up sweat, growing damp and unpleasant. Wearing a helmet, he couldn't even wipe the sweat beading on his forehead, and it ran down his cheek and the nape of his neck.

At the ticklish sensation, the lead man slowed his pace and shifted slightly. Clatter. In stark contrast to the viscous sound, the metallic scrape of armor rang out loudly.

"Whoa!?"

Startled by that sound, the man walking behind the torch-bearer flinched and stepped back. At the same time, the drawn longsword in his hand struck a nearby barrel and rang out a high note.

The three glanced around cautiously, sweeping the torch in every direction. But there was no particular movement. The viscous sound continued, but with no notable change. If anything, it had grown only slightly louder.

"Down this way… is it?"

The torch-bearer looked at the tavern's wall on his right. Wooden posts framing stone walls, a building type familiar in the Kingdom of Fonteau. As he brushed his armored hand lightly over the wall, the torch-bearer pressed forward.

The very back. The dead end was the rear of another building, and as far as the soldiers remembered, it had been the ordinary house of a pharmacist, nothing especially distinctive. An elderly couple lived there and had taken several young men and women as apprentices.

With the appearance of the [Hero], life had become more convenient, but otherwise… magic-related and pharmacy-related fields had seen no especially remarkable changes.

That was because, mighty as the [Hero]'s magic was, it was largely a matter of feeling. The [Hero] himself could use powerful magic without thinking too hard about it, but he couldn't teach it to others. He used it on a very vague feeling (let's do this, let's do that) without thinking deeply.

As for pharmacy, the [Hero] from another world had been an amateur. He couldn't even properly make wound salve, let alone identify herb species. The soldiers had heard that during the journey, one of his companions had crafted such things, or they had bought them in bulk whenever they stopped by a town.

In short, mages and pharmacists continued as they always had, passing on the wisdom they had received from their masters to their apprentices, who in turn would pass that wisdom to their own apprentices. So pharmacists' and mages' homes were full of apprentices hoping to receive a portion of that wisdom. These were the new generation who would carry the Kingdom of Fonteau into the future.

But… it was strange, the three soldiers thought. True, it was late at night, but with this kind of viscous sound coming from the back of a building people lived in, shouldn't the residents of the pharmacist's house have noticed?

No light was visible through the windows, and the inside of the building was pitch dark. There was no sense of anyone being awake.

Were they really sleeping that deeply, the soldiers wondered as they advanced further down the narrow alley. The viscous sound grew louder still. At the same time, beyond that disgusting sound, they thought they could hear something else… something like the faint sighing breaths of a person.

"… … … …"

It's just my imagination, the lead man told himself, shaking his head. Torch in his left hand, sword in his right. As he cautiously pressed deeper into the deserted back alley, a wind blew. The men, in helmets and armor, weren't affected. But blown by that wind, perhaps, a cloud covered the moon.

The moonlight vanished, and they were left in true darkness. A darkness so deep that the torchlight alone couldn't properly illuminate even their immediate surroundings. The iron armor reflected the light, telling them where their comrades were.

His feet stopped only for an instant. The torch-bearer pressed even deeper into the back alley.

"—What is that?"

At first, he couldn't tell what it was. What the torchlight illuminated looked like a wall. A wall, but more like the untouched stone wall of a cave. There were bumps and hollows, and the torchlight cast shadows in the irregularities.

The thing was, people were embedded in that wall.

People, embedded in a wall. The man's mind couldn't process the scene that could only be described that way. The men who came up behind him into the back of the alley were the same. Strength fled from his hand on the sword, and it hung limply.

Unable to properly recognize what was reflected in his eyes, he swallowed his words and for a short time stared fixedly at those… people embedded in the wall.

One of those faces was familiar.

"Ah… … … …"

The man at the rear pointed at the people embedded in the wall with the hand opposite his sword.

She—embedded in the wall with only her face exposed, so at first they couldn't even tell her gender—was one of the apprentice pharmacists who had come to train at the pharmacist's house just nearby. One of the soldiers remembered her face, and even stunned by the unreal scene, had reflexively pointed.

"Nguuuuu!!"

The woman cried out from deep in her throat. Her mouth—her mouth was plugged by something as thick as a trained adult man's arm. Plugged was the wrong word; that something had been inserted into her mouth.

"Eh, ah… eh?"

The torch-bearer raised a bewildered voice.

A corner of the back alley was blocked off by an unidentified wall. Squinting, he could see the apprentice pharmacist wasn't the only one whose face showed. There were several men and women… no, only the women had their faces showing.

The men—the men were buried in the wall, faces and all.

The cage that the torchlight showed through—that cage twitched slightly.

It wasn't stone. To begin with, no stone existed that you could see through. This was—

"What the hell, what is this!?"

One of the men screamed, his voice cracking, almost a shriek. The middle man retreated as if to flee, colliding with the man at the rear. Armor struck the stone pavement, and a piercing clang rang out around them.

At that sound, the lead torch-bearer came back to his senses. As he hurriedly lit up the wall with his torch, a scene so ghastly it didn't seem of this world spread across his vision.

It was not a wall.

Only a few people were floating on the surface.

Inside the something visible by the torchlight, over a dozen people were floating.

"Hiii!?"

Perhaps one of them had only just been absorbed. One of those floating inside that something shifted. Feeling the torchlight, they reacted. They strained to extend a hand through the mucus.

Their eyes met the gaze of the torch-bearer.

Without even a thought of saving them, he scrambled back, tripped over the other two who had already fallen on their backsides behind him, and sat down hard on the stone pavement with a great thud. Once again iron armor and stone pavement collided, a piercing clang ringing through the dark.

It didn't even occur to them to call out to their patrolling comrades for help. The three trembled in unison, scrambling on their backsides to put distance between themselves and the thing absorbing people.

As they scooted vigorously backwards, their backs hit the back alley wall.

The torch had dropped when one of them fell. Its light made the unidentified thing rise up out of the darkness.

"Nuu! Nguu!!"

Toward the three, the apprentice pharmacist cried out with all the voice she had. Her mouth was plugged, so it didn't form words, but you didn't have to think to know what she wanted to say. She was asking for help.

But the three, sprawled on their backsides as if their hips had given out, didn't know what to do, and could only stare at the woman desperately pleading for help.

While they sat there, a change occurred. The wall the woman was embedded in moved.

"Nguu!?"

At the same time, the woman convulsed greatly. Illuminated by the wavering light of the torch the men had dropped, she arched back sharply, baring her throat, and shuddered violently again and again.

Her neck must have been straining, for deep cords stood out, and not only because her skin was pale, but because she was wet and gleaming with mucus and sweat.

It was a sight… that somehow drew the eye.

A beautiful woman captured by something hideous beyond words, raising her voice as sweat beaded on her skin.

That was when the men noticed. The woman was still wearing her clothes. But that convulsing body… her lower body. The place hidden by her skirt was writhing.

Beneath her clothes, right at the place of her sex, something was moving.

What that meant—from the obscene convulsions of her body, it was easy to imagine.

Gulp. Whose throat was it among the three that swallowed saliva?

"… … … …"

Backs against the wall, the three couldn't move.

Time passed in a space filled only with their ragged breathing and the writhing sounds of that thing.

While they stayed there, the woman's breathing settled, yet the movement at her sex hidden by her skirt didn't subside. Perhaps she'd lost consciousness; she no longer cried out and only trembled in fine convulsions.

The other women buried in the wall changed too. They had probably been unconscious. But maybe the high note of the metal armor had woken them, or perhaps it was meant as a kind of collective punishment for the apprentice pharmacist's cry. The women who hadn't been stirring also began to writhe beneath their clothes, trembling in small shudders.

A sight impossible by all common sense.

A woman embedded in a wall, her lower body toyed with by some unidentified thing, breathing out lewd sighs.

Without realizing it, the men's lower bodies grew hot too. Forgetting what kind of situation they were in, they swallowed hard again.

"—Wh, what… is this?"

How much time had passed since then?

The moon had at some point peeked out from behind the cloud where it had been hiding, and the world was wrapped in blue darkness.

The voiceless sighs of the women trailed off, and only then did the men's consciousness return to reality. Even so, their fingertips still wouldn't move.

Strength drained from their bodies, and finally, they exhaled the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding.

"… It's not… moving, is it?"

"Y, yeah…"

One of the three muttered, breathing heavily.

The unidentified thing absorbing people was, as he said, not moving. Whether it had been satisfied after toying with the women, or there was some other reason, the men didn't know.

In actuality, having sucked up all the women's mana, it had lost its reason to toy with them and had temporarily halted its activity.

The recent disappearances in the Royal Capital. The contents of those reports surfaced in the men's heads.

This was the culprit.

This was what had been abducting people.

Looking at the thing before their eyes that absorbed people and toyed with women, they understood that.

Although it had a few people floating on its surface, it hadn't taken any action against the men.

"Wh, what is, this?"

"I don't know… they're still… alive, right?"

That was about the women floating at the surface. When the wall of mucus had toyed with them… they had been making small obscene convulsions, but now they hung limply, having lost consciousness.

It was probably mental exhaustion more than physical.

All of the women's faces drooped, so their expressions weren't visible.

"… Ah."

One of the men raised his voice.

Among them, a few of the figures were familiar.

Tiana, a maid in service to the queen, often seen in the castle. Freya, a sister well-known in the castle town.

Other famed women of the Royal Capital were also captured.

Mages, swordswomen.

All of them possessed substantial mana within their bodies. Inferior to first-rate mages—to this country's queen Leticia or to the Mages' Order, but high for ordinary citizens.

By absorbing that mana, the slime raised its own power. With it, it intended to capture an even more powerful target—the queen of this country herself.

The reason it didn't react to the men was simply that the men didn't have enough mana to draw its attention.

But the three, knowing none of this, slowly rose to their feet, fearful and careful not to stimulate the thing absorbing people.

It didn't react.

Once they confirmed that, they picked up the swords they had let go of when they fell, and approached just enough to retrieve the torch. This time, they properly lit up the thing with the torch's light.

What covered the wall at the far end of the back alley was… mucus.

When one of the men touched the wall with his gauntleted hand, a viscous liquid clung to his fingertips so thickly it pulled into threads. Disgusted, he shook his hand vigorously, but that wasn't enough to get it off.

"Gross… as hell."

Caught between the feeling that they had to do something and the feeling that they didn't know what to do, their confusion mounted.

One of the men, muttering under his breath, reached out toward the mucus binding the apprentice pharmacist who had been crying for help. But even when he tried to peel it off, the mucus was tougher than it looked, and he couldn't tear it away. He soon gave up and let go.

Then he dropped his gaze to the hand that had been gripping the mucus moments before. The other two looked at the man's palm too.

Sticky mucus clung to his iron-armored hand, draped over it like spider silk. Whether he opened or clenched his hand, a disgusting sound met his ears separate from the scrape of iron.

And above all, it stank. They hadn't noticed the foul smell while tense, but now all three of them grimaced and turned their faces away from the mucus-coated hand.

The torch's flame flickered wildly.

"Hey, someone go call for help."

The man who must have been the highest-ranking of the three spoke.

"By himself!?"

"… Staying here alone would be more terrifying, wouldn't it?"

That was true, the other two thought, glancing once more at the wall of mucus and nodding inwardly.

Just then, one of those trapped in the wall of mucus… seemed to raise her face.

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

"No, I thought she moved…"

He brought the torch closer to check.

The one who seemed to have moved was a woman with shoulder-length hair, plastered against her cheek. She was wearing what looked like a maid's uniform. A black one-piece with a white apron, the kind seen in the royal castle or noble estates. And on her head, a white frill cap.

It was Tiana.

Her beautiful gray hair was smeared with mucus, her expression devoid of life. It was strange that her clothes were still on her despite being covered in mucus like this, but without thinking on it, he brought the torch's flame closer.

Then, as if afraid of the fire, the mucus retreated away from it.

"Oh."

The torch-bearer made a startled sound.

When he moved the torch sideways, sure enough, the mucus moved away from the fire.

"… This wall, is it alive?"

"I don't even want to think about it."

As he spoke, he moved the fire and undid Tiana's bindings. Tiana, unconscious, was drawn forward by gravity and toppled out. When one of the soldiers caught her, she sagged her full weight against him limply.

A maid of striking beauty who took care with her appearance, never showing weakness in any situation. Her former cool composure, sharp enough that even nobles would look away if she glared at them, was gone. She was being held up in the arms of an armored soldier, unable to stand on her own legs.

Her breath was ragged, she gave off the worst possible body odor for a woman, and her once flawless skin was now beyond recognition.

Once he confirmed with his eyes that the other man had Tiana, the torch-bearer turned to release the bindings of the other women.

Next was Freya. The pink-haired sister with her three braids was also bound up in her clothes, just like the cool maid.

Her thick sisterly habit was covered head to toe in mucus, vividly outlining her fleshy, well-curved figure. Modest but well-formed breasts, a narrow waist, swelling buttocks, and slender legs.

She, too, was released by the torch's flame, and the other soldier, the one not holding Tiana, caught her.

Still, the slime did not move. Even if only temporarily, it had lost interest in the women whose mana it had drained.

That was their lapse. That instant.

—Clatter.

A sound.

The men reacted at once, the torch-bearer turning the light toward the source. Nothing was moving. Just wooden boxes and barrels—or so they should have been.

The man holding Tiana suddenly buckled at the knees. Out of nowhere, he sat down hard on the stone pavement.

"Hey, hey, you all right?"

Perhaps because the wall of mucus wasn't moving, the man holding Freya called out with a faint laugh.

"Oof… huh?"

Maybe he was embarrassed at falling just from holding one unconscious woman, and he tried to stand with a sheepish grin. But his hands were trembling, and even braced against the ground, anyone could see no strength was reaching them.

Soon the trembling spread through his whole body, until at last he could no longer hold Tiana up and collapsed to the ground.

At long last, the torch-bearer realized something was wrong and moved to help, and then the man holding Freya sat down hard.

"What, the…?"

A bewildered voice. This man, too, was convulsing, unable to stand.

At the same time, the wall that had imprisoned the women moved. Slowly, a tentacle grew from the wall and gripped Tiana's and Freya's legs.

"… Mn—"

The two unconscious women didn't notice.

Not knowing what was happening, the torch-bearer first tried to threaten off the tentacles trying to bind the two again by holding his torch up to them. With a cry, he pressed the torch against a tentacle, and with a stomach-turning stench like burning food waste, the tentacle scorched.

At the same time, with the two released, their hips, which had been suspended by the tentacle's pull, dropped heavily to the ground.

"Mn…?"

The first to open her eyes was Tiana.

She had been captive for days, but in this regard, she was clearly a trained former assassin. Blinking a few times, she immediately raised her upper body.

Her body, fed nourishment forcibly, was tired but not weakened. She raised her upper body, looked around, and in the torchlight… she didn't know where she was, but she realized that she had been freed.

Reflexively she slipped a hand into her skirt, but the concealed weapons she always kept there were gone.

"Where is this!?"

She clicked her tongue and tried to stand. But faster than she could, another tentacle wound around her supple leg.

"Hii."

—What slipped out was a meek, village-girl scream.

Her thoughts cleared in an instant, and her body understood what it had to do.

But her instincts remembered the days of violation carved into her core, and frightened by the smell of slime and the revulsion of tentacles, she froze.

Strength fled her body in an instant, and feeling an uncomfortable tightening deep in her belly, Tiana shuddered.

"Hiyaa!?"

What she frantically reached for and grasped was the leg of the man with the torch. She seized the iron sabaton and resisted the tentacle trying to drag her back to the wall of mucus, but that lasted only an instant.

If anything, gripped by Tiana's hand, the torch-bearer also toppled over and sat down hard on the pavement.

Tiana's hand slipped, releasing the man's leg.

"No, no! Help!!"

She desperately stretched out her hand, but no hand reached out to take it.

The only unharmed man at the scene could only stare blankly at Tiana being dragged away. The other two, ravaged by high-concentration paralytic poison—an unknown toxin from the men's point of view, couldn't move a single finger.

As if responding to Tiana's desperate cries, the other woman who had also been released from the wall of mucus, Freya, opened her eyes to slits.

"Mn… uu…"

Pressing her head with her right hand, she raised her upper body. She, too, couldn't immediately understand what was happening to her; looking around, she realized it was night.

"Where is this…"

"Help me!? Stop iiit!!"

Cringing at the screams reaching her ears, she turned her face toward the direction of the voice.

"Hii!?"

She raised a soundless scream and scooted back on her backside.

In Freya's field of vision, Tiana was being dragged by a mucus tentacle wrapped around her right leg. Tossing her gray hair, fear plastered across her cool beauty, tears streaming down her face, Tiana desperately stretched her hand toward Freya.

Her fingertips brushed the toe of Freya's boot.

Reflexively, Freya tried to extend her hand to Tiana, but faster than that, a tentacle reached Tiana and once again imprisoned her in the wall of mucus.

Her back stuck to the wall of mucus, both her legs raised and pulled wide to the sides. Her string panties, befouled with her own love juices and mucus, had already been pushed aside, leaving her sex completely exposed.

"Wha!?"

Even Tiana, who had been violated by the slime for so long, felt shame at having her sex bared to others' eyes, and her cheeks reddened. Above all, there was a man present.

The man clad in armor and helmet just stared blankly, but as if his instincts were resisting fear, he kept lighting up the wall of mucus with the torch. As a result, Tiana's sex, which should have been kept hidden, was exposed in the torchlight.

Held in a position like a child being helped to the toilet by a parent, Tiana writhed desperately, trying to break free. But just as before, the slime's tentacles were sturdy, and her resistance didn't move them in the slightest.

"Noo!? Hel, help me—mguu!?"

Perhaps Tiana's loud screaming had grown too noisy, for a filthy mucus tentacle wormed its way into her mouth. Her scream became a muffled voice, and another fresh tentacle reached out from the wall of mucus next.

"Hii!?"

That tentacle headed for Freya.

Just like with Tiana, the tentacle wound around her leg, but Freya reflexively kicked it away and escaped the danger, scooting backwards desperately while looking up at Tiana hoisted in the air.

Fear filled her expression, and her face went pale. Her teeth wouldn't meet properly; her back molars clacked. Her whole body trembled, not just arms or shoulders, and she didn't even have the spirit to think of resistance.

As she trembled and scooted back, her hand touched something hard. Tearing her gaze from the wall of mucus that spread across the entire back alley, she saw the figure of a fallen soldier.

His whole body convulsed sickly.

Through the gaps of his helmet, lit by the moonlight, the eyes that peeked out had already lost their strength. His breathing was weak, and even though Freya was right beside him, he showed no reaction.

She looked, and saw beside the man—countless tiny clumps of mucus crawling out of the drain that led to the sewer.

Freya recognized them.

The things that had attacked her in the bathroom.

Small in size… only about as big as a clenched fist, but they were clearly acting with intent.

Slimes.

Fist-sized slimes were crawling out of the drain by the countless.

"I, iyaa!?"

Without even a thought of helping the soldier, Freya tried to flee from the spot.

But only for an instant. While she had taken her eyes off it—a fresh tentacle stretched from the wall of mucus and wrapped around her right arm.

Yanked in a direction she hadn't expected, she crashed onto the ground. As she struck the right side of her head hard, her consciousness almost slipped for a moment.

"Eh, aa—aaaa!?"

And just like Tiana before, she was dragged toward the wall of mucus that lay in wait.

Her habit, which had soaked up mucus, scraped against the ground and shrieked.

It was a dissolving fluid that could melt people.

The fibers of the cloth must have been weakened. The friction with the ground tore her habit, and by the time she was dragged back to the wall of mucus, her white skin was clearly visible.

The habit had been torn vertically from neckline to skirt hem, lending an air of victimization. Black tatters of cloth, and pink underwear. And exposed white skin.

In a way, an even more indecent state than Tiana's. Freya, cheeks flushing, opened her mouth wide to scream.

"Hi—mguu!?"

But faster than she could scream, a mucus tentacle plugged her mouth.

She and Tiana, bound side by side, were both forced into the same position as a child being held to relieve themselves, legs spread wide.

Supple, firm thighs and calves, the provocative line of the inner thigh, and the thin pink cloth wrapping the swell of her pubic mound.

Perhaps shrunk slightly from absorbing mucus, the panties clinging to her secret place outlined the fleshy contours of her mound, showing a glossy, sensual swell.

The tentacles suspending the two beauties now moved. Peeling them off the wall of mucus, they sat them down on a nearby barrel.

"Nguuuu—!?"

"Nguu!?"

With the sound of fabric tearing, Tiana's maid uniform and Freya's already tattered habit were brutally ripped apart. Tentacles that had entered through the necklines of their clothes rampaged, slashing them open from collar to skirt hem.

What appeared was white skin glowing faintly in the dark of night, and the underwear hiding the beauties' private parts.

Tiana's was a small, string-style piece of black underwear.

Freya's was a pair in the same lovely pink as her hair.

It was a bizarre scene.

A back alley wrapped in an eerie, sweltering heat, even though it wasn't a tropical night.

Two beauties seated as if on barrels packed with goods, parts of their skin barely covered by the tattered rags of their clothes, held by viscous tentacles.

On one of them, you couldn't tell anymore what her clothes had originally been, but the white brim set on her hair told you she had been a maid.

Her chest, modest enough that underwear wasn't necessary, was laid bare, and her lower body, which had been hidden by a long skirt, was now exposed to the gaze of the soldier slumped on the ground from the effects of the paralytic poison.

The black panties with strings tied at each side, which, if her partner had been an ordinary man, would have come undone simply by pulling those strings, and her torn stockings amplified the sense of victimization. The fact that her nude body was exposed not only to monsters and the same sex but to a man's gaze reminded her of the modesty she had nearly forgotten, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

The other one, the woman with three pink braids, also had her thick habit-style clothes torn, exposing her white nude body.

Unlike the maid, she had a body rich in flesh. Her breasts, wrapped in pink underwear, swayed with the tentacles' movements, fully showing off their softness.

Below, only matching panties and a pure white garter belt remained.

Toward her lower body trembling with fear, a tentacle stretched out. Deftly pushing the crotch of her panties aside, it exposed her sex.

When Freya squirmed her hips in token resistance, her garter-strapped thighs and waist rocked, and mucus occasionally spilled from her sex.

It was not love-juice. It was semen, poured into her belly by this slime during the daytime.

Her clitoris had already been freed from its hood, and the oversensitive critical point gave Freya pleasure from the mere touch of the air.

The pearl of flesh, thoroughly developed by the slime, had swollen to the size of a child's pinky finger, and beyond her own will, twitched as it trembled.

In the dark of night, within the pale glow of the magic-powered street lamps, a fluid less viscous than the tentacle mucus, love-juice, made wet, sticky sounds.

The two who were the source of the sound, exposed not only to the slime's caresses but also to the soldiers' gazes, leaked muffled moans together with their breath through the slight gap between their lips and the tentacles.

Clatter.

A sound different from the viscous noise the slime made fell within the back alley.

In the dark, the torch had fallen on the stone pavement.

The only unharmed man at the scene, the torch-bearer, had at some point taken his eyes off the two beauties he had been staring at and looked at his own right hand.

The right hand that had been firmly gripping the torch.

Clinging to that right hand, protected by its iron gauntlet, was a liquid darker still than the darkness of night.

That mucus had seeped through a gap in the gauntlet and touched the man's skin directly.

His freedom of movement was taken from him.

It had only touched the tip of his right hand, and yet by the time he noticed, his whole body had lost its freedom.

Like the other two, he toppled forward, and yet desperately raising his face, he turned his gaze toward the two beauties.

He couldn't believe this reality.

Desperately he tried to move his unresponsive body, crawling toward the torch.

Then, before his gaze, Tiana and Freya, their legs still spread wide, shamefully convulsed at the hips.

Looking closer, tentacles had wound around their breasts over their underwear.

Forcefully pushing Tiana's chest, which had no swell at all, toward the center to make a cleavage, it rubbed her nipples together against each other. As for Freya's modest swells, the tentacle bit down on the nipple at the peak, pulling, releasing, pulling again. Her breasts, smooth as silk, changed shape each time, then bounced softly back to their original form. It seemed to enjoy watching that sight.

"Don't, look. Don't, looook."

"Hya, ya—yaa, don't loouk at meeee…"

At some point, the tentacles plugging their mouths had been removed.

Perhaps it had judged there was no danger from the two who only leaked feeble voices instead of screaming.

Tiana defiantly. Freya faintly. Both of them spoke words of rejection. The difference must have come from their personalities. But still, both trembled, leaking moans, hips convulsing as they reached orgasm.

Sometimes separately, sometimes simultaneously.

Both shed great teardrops from their eyes.

Mortified. Afraid. Holding many different feelings in their chests, and yet saddened by their own bodies that responded to the tentacles' caresses anyway.

They cried, and still couldn't suppress their moans, raising their voices and shuddering their indecently spread lower bodies again.

It must have been due to the difference in how long they had been violated.

Tiana, with just her breasts being caressed, sprayed female ejaculate vigorously from her sex.

With a pattering sound, the spray fell on the stone pavement.

That was sad too, and Tiana hung her head and let out a sob.

"Gu, uu."

One of the soldiers ravaged by the paralytic poison made a muffled sound.

Looking, you could see slimes crawling out from a gap in the alley—from a hole made to drain rainwater into the sewer. Small slimes—only about the size of a child's clenched fist. From the standpoint of the slime restraining Tiana and Freya, they were small as children.

But in a situation where one's whole body had been robbed of freedom by paralytic poison, where one couldn't call for help let alone move a finger, they were dangerous.

He tried somehow to twist and move, but his body could only convulse slightly. His iron armor made sounds, but that was all. Louder than that dry clatter, the viscous sound the two women made rang through the deserted back alley.

On one of the men, a slime crawled across the nape of his neck, past the iron armor.

He felt an indescribable revulsion, but couldn't even stir, his body utterly drugged by paralytic poison, unable even to scream. The slime, having reached the face of the man so paralyzed he couldn't even breathe at his own will, plugged his nose and mouth.

"Go, boho!?"

Bubbles rose in the slime's mucus body. He convulsed desperately, like an awkward dance, trying to move his paralyzed body, but that resistance quickly grew smaller and vanished.

Eyes rolled back, his mouth, desperately seeking oxygen, hung slackly open inside the mucus. As he exhaled the last of the oxygen in his lungs, the man's body slackened. With his nose and mouth plugged and unable to breathe, he had died entirely of suffocation.

"Hi, ii!?"

A trained kingdom soldier raised a strangled scream.

Right beside him, fear was vivid in his eyes as he looked at the corpse of the colleague who had just died.

Whether it had reacted to that voice, or whether killing him had been its purpose from the start. Once the first one had died, the child slimes resumed their actions.

The body that had stretched out to cover the entire face shrank back into its fist shape, crawled over the corpse, dropped to the ground, and moved on to the next man.

The targeted man tried to scream louder than before, but his voice too was crushed small by the paralytic poison, his breathing shallow and disordered.

He stared fixedly at the slime advancing on him.

Just like the man who had died moments before, he tried to crawl to escape, but his body's freedom hadn't returned, and he could only scrape his armor against the ground, making a dry sound.

Coming closer.

Black, dark slimes.

Dozens, scores—crawling out of the drain, killing his armored comrade, coming closer.

His vision blurred.

Tears spilled, sobs leaked.

He was crying.

A grown man. An adult. A trained soldier.

Shedding tears, leaking sobs, desperately biting back chattering molars, trembling.

"Do, n't… please, don't… do thaaat…"

Freya desperately raised her voice.

It was her first time seeing a human corpse, but more than feeling fear at that, her wish that the life before her be saved came out stronger.

But.

"Fua—yaaa, hia… there, there's nooooo!?"

Perhaps taking that as resistance, the tentacles binding Freya intensified their writhing.

Her ample breasts were roughly groped underwear and all, and the tentacles thrusting into her vagina dug not just at the vaginal walls' weak points but all at once into the entrance of her womb at the deepest end.

Not stopping there, even at the place hidden from the men's gaze—her anus, a tentacle was thrust.

Tiana, already developed, had been violated there from the start, but for Freya, this was the first moment her impure hole was violated.

Her spine straightened at the overwhelming sense of intrusion, and reflexively she clenched her sphincter.

Thick and firm as it was, the mucus tentacle was just a mucus tentacle in the end. The strength of her sphincter, in her shock at her first anal violation, severed the mucus foreign body that had entered her.

"Hi, ii!? No, what!? Inside, it's moving inside!?"

Freya screamed in a voice that could have been surprise or fear.

The tentacle remnant inside her anus jumped and danced in her rectum, scraping the walls back and forth. It was truly the sensation of something dancing inside her bowels, foreign and revolting.

Freya, sitting on the barrel with her legs spread, oblivious to the gazes of Tiana and the soldiers, reflexively bore down, the disgust was that overwhelming.

Lit by the streetlight, her anus pulsed, trying to push out what was inside.

But the tentacle in her bowels resisted her efforts, refusing to head for the exit, and remained inside her anus.

For Freya, it was agony.

The sensation of something foreign moving inside her bowels was new to her, and gradually it turned to pain. Her brain interpreted the disorder in her bowels as pain.

Her belly tightened… a sharp pain like constipation spread from her stomach throughout her body.

Her body, warmed by the heat of pleasure, sweated oily drops from her forehead as if she'd been pierced by something cold.

"Ha, ha—ti, gh… ti, ght…"

Drawing a deep breath, putting force into her belly, relaxing the strength in her anus.

A pfft sound rang through the dark of night, but the only one who heard it was Tiana, being violated right beside her.

The beautiful maid was being violated with tentacles in mouth and vagina too, body convulsing greatly.

Before that beauty's gaze, the back alley had finally filled with so many child slimes that the three soldiers were swallowed up.

Convulsing one last time, they stopped moving.

Made to watch this, Freya gave not a fearful scream but a moan, and her body shuddered.

At the same time, with a vulgar little squelch, part of the slime inside her anus was expelled.

At that sense of release, she let out a sweet breath and shed fresh tears.

Tiana, who was used to seeing human deaths, shed tears at the realization that help had been cut off, and let out a sob.

"No, no more…"

Whose feeble voice was that?

Next, tentacles reached for the two's chests.

Pulling up the tentacle revealed small protrusions, casting obscene shadows by the torchlight onto the stone pavement.

The two's nipples were erect to a helpless degree.

Tiana's nipples, in stark contrast to her flat chest, were large, perhaps the size of a pinky fingertip. Her areolas swelled plumply too, giving an extremely lewd impression.

Freya's nipples were small relative to the swell of her chest, but her areolas were broad and large.

"U, uu…"

"Ia… yaa…"

The two shed tears and twisted their bodies, trying somehow to cover their breasts.

But with their clothes split vertically and their underwear pulled up out of the way, there was nothing they could do.

At most, Freya could hide one of her nipples with her braid.

Toward the two's nipples, one each to the left and right for a total of four tentacles, reached out.

They cringed, but there was nothing they could do. The slowly approaching tentacles touched their nipples and swallowed the areolas in no time at all.

The tentacles wrapped around their nipples and tugged them upwards, lightly. The tentacles didn't seem to use much strength; the pull was weak. That, instead, transmitted only an itchiness without pain to the two.

At the same time, the tentacles supporting their bodies also began to act. The tentacles supporting their bodies in the legs-spread-wide position tickled the inner thighs softly.

At that ticklish sensation, even though their feelings held only disgust, their bodies responded.

Their hips trembled in small shudders, and their exposed sexes repeatedly opened and closed as if wanting to be pierced.

Toyed with all over, the two's nipples grew gradually more excited, becoming erect to a degree they never had before.

Knowing that their own nipples were rock-hard and asserting themselves, Tiana and Freya bit their lips.

Their nipples were wrapped in mucus and moved up, down, left, right. Sometimes stretched within the mucus, sometimes pulled in various directions, sometimes thrust as if pushed deep into their chests.

Their heart rates rose, and the sensitivity of their nipples grew.

No matter how they hated it, with their breasts being lovingly, persistently fondled, there was nothing they could do.

"M, ah—ua… haa… haa."

"No, ple… no, no please… that, please not thaat."

The one who showed a strong reaction to the breast caress was Freya.

Tiana, too, was leaking moans, but not as loudly as Freya.

A pained sigh leaked from Freya's throat.

Freya couldn't refuse the monster's gentle caress.

It must have been because they had been rough with her at first. Her disgust at the gentle caress dissipated, and she began to feel like surrendering.

Above all, when she thought that if she resisted she'd be roughed up again, she found herself thinking this might as well do.

When her nipples were stroked up and down, shivers shot up her spine, and her nipples trembled within the mucus.

Since the hand was hidden in mucus, it looked as if her nipples were asserting themselves on their own.

Then the mucus swelled greatly, covering her entire breasts.

Making sticky sounds, it groped and pulled. Tiana's flat chest changed shape within the mucus as if being groped by an invisible hand.

The tentacles wrapped around the base of her breasts, squeezing them up tight to display them obscenely.

It was a weak, but sweet stimulus.

The slime's tentacles moved.

Crawling along legs covered in garter stockings, descending knees and calves, deftly untying the laces of her boots.

The two, focused on the caresses to their chests, didn't notice as both boots were taken off.

Legs that had been wrapped in boots, stuffy from confinement, met the night air. At the cool touch, they finally realized their boots had been removed.

The tentacles that had reached their calves writhed again, traveling by way of their ankles, heels, arches, and onward to their feet… wrapping all the way to the tips of their toes.

"Ku, fuu—"

"M, ah…"

The sensation was as if slugs were crawling all over their bodies. But the two felt fear at the fact that no disgust came with it.

Their toned legs, gentle bellies, soft breasts, exposed necks.

Even though disgusting tentacles were licking and sucking at them, no disgust welled up.

The tentacles crawled up their bodies, ascended their necks, gently stroked their chins, and touched their lips.

Not forcing their way into the mouth as before.

Like a kiss between lovers, gently touching the lips, stroking the chin, caressing the cheek.

"Fua… aa…"

"Stop… please…"

Tiana, without realizing, let out a sweet sigh. Freya, as if she'd never been kissed before, shook her head no, no.

But both of them, deep down, didn't seem to be reviled.

If they didn't resist, they would be treated gently.

That feeling rose and fell at the bottom of their hearts.

If they didn't resist.

That thought robbed them of strength and will.

When the tentacles rubbed against their lips, mucus collected and dripped toward their chins like drool. The bit of saliva that leaked from between their lips, mixed with sweat and mucus on their skin, fell in large drops from their chins.

"Nuu… a, haa…"

And—Tiana, whose heart had already been broken once in the sewer, gulped down the liquid mixed with her saliva as she breathed hotly.

A foul-smelling liquid that should have made her want to throw up. It stank, it was sticky, it was a monster's bodily fluid. Even knowing all that, she swallowed.

"—Mn, gulp… gulp…"

Once she'd swallowed of her own will, there was no going back. Thinking that this was the way to be saved, not wanting to be treated roughly, she accepted the slime on her own.

When she drank the liquid, for some reason her consciousness clouded. Everything she had been thinking dissolved in an instant, and she accepted things as they were.

Disgust and shame vanished, and she became able to accept the mucus tentacles she hadn't been able to before.

To accept the tentacle, she opened her mouth slightly, and the tentacle invaded the inside of her mouth. Once inside, the tentacle stroked the insides of her cheeks, then deftly wrapped around her tongue.

"Fua—nuu… nn."

Her tongue was pulled, stretched, the underside licked, then the roof of her mouth licked. With her entire mouth being caressed, her breathing through her nose grew rough.

The tentacle's movements alternated between vigorous and slow.

Because Tiana knew men, she unconsciously understood what the tentacle wanted, and made her own tongue dance.

Sharpening her tongue to poke the tentacle, using her whole tongue to lick, hollowing her cheeks to suck strongly.

The cool beauty that had been secretly popular among the male knights at the royal castle was now grotesquely warped, and yet Tiana still caressed the tentacle.

Because if she did, she wouldn't be hurt. She'd be saved.

Without realizing it, she had come to believe that not being hurt meant being saved.

She was simply, desperately trying to become a being that only caressed tentacles.

"Ngu, ngu… u, gou, gu."

Deeper, deeper. When she guided the tentacle, Tiana gagged, but she didn't try to stop her caress. There was no one left to call out to Tiana as she licked up at the tentacle with an ecstatic face.

She swallowed the liquid that pooled in her mouth without hesitation. Her throat moved up and down greatly, and after she put the nausea-inducing filth into her stomach, she moved her tongue as if demanding more.

The liquid Tiana couldn't swallow spilled from the corner of her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her chest…

 

*

 

"Nii—hia… no, nipple, no morre…"

Freya, on the other hand, was not having her mouth violated by tentacles. From earlier, only her nipples were being tormented endlessly.

Unlike Tiana, she had neither the knowledge nor the technique of oral service, and her body, virgin until this very afternoon, could accept pleasure but couldn't forget disgust.

She was afraid of the tentacles that had been rough with her, but knew that if she resisted she'd be roughened up, so she could only endure.

Wishing this nightmare would end soon, she let her breasts be toyed with by the tentacle.

Her chest swelled fully, but her nipples, not as large as Tiana's, kept changing shape within the dark, murky mucus, pinched, stretched, folded, played with.

Each time, Tiana's (no, Freya's) slim shoulders shuddered slightly, and her lower body convulsed.

With her bootless feet covered in mucus tentacles too, each toe massaged one by one as if being kneaded, all the strength fled her body.

When her nipples were rubbed in this state, she couldn't suppress her moans, and her body trembled greatly.

Strength gone, shoulders heaving up and down, Freya breathed raggedly.

The mucus that had been tormenting Freya's breasts was removed. Her nipples, gently but endlessly toyed with, were exposed to the open air, and just the cool breeze made them twitch in small shudders.

The slick mucus made the cool breeze feel even more sensitive.

"… A…"

In her dazed view from the release, a single tentacle entered Freya's field of vision.

Even by the torchlight, it was so thin you could easily have missed it in the dark of night.

The thin tentacle writhed several times before her eyes as if to display itself to her, then moved toward her chest.

A tentacle, thin to begin with. But the thin tentacle grew even thinner and changed shape.

It looked as though several extremely fine, soft needles were emerging from the tentacle's tip.

Without realizing it, Freya gulped down the saliva collecting in her mouth. Her heart pounded. Sweat dripped. Yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from that thin tentacle, drawn in.

In Freya's line of sight, the sharp-tipped tentacle approached her nipple. Then the needles at the tip touched her nipple.

"M…"

At the faint pain, a voice leaked.

And then—without easing up, the thin tentacle pierced into her nipple.

"Nnu!"

Slight pain. But thinking that if she raised her voice, she'd be hurt again, Freya endured the scream.

But.

"Hn!? Nbuuuu!"

Freya's body jolted, eyes flying open.

Her mouth, which had been trying to endure, opened, and before a scream could come out, it was plugged by a tentacle.

She stared at her chest in shock.

The tentacle wasn't piercing—it was invading. Coming inside her.

The thin tentacle stabbed into her nipple was, without stopping, plunging into the depths of her chest.

(Wh, what!? What what what!?)

She couldn't understand it.

She had knowledge that the vagina was a place used for sex, and her excretory hole had been used for that purpose too.

But there, that was different. Impossible.

To begin with, a nipple wasn't a hole—.

"Nbu, no—noo… there, that's nooooo—!!"

Her back twitching and trembling, Freya shed tears of fear.

She could feel by sensation that the tentacle was invading the depths of her chest.

Freya was terrified. But not because she was being violated through her nipple.

Even though the tentacle was invading the inside of her breast through her nipple, she felt no pain at all.

The needle used its softness to pass through her mammary ducts, violating her breast from within. She could tell that much by sensation, but there was no pain.

It frightened her to no end that she felt no pain when something was being inserted where there wasn't even a hole to begin with, let alone one that could be entered.

It was a poison thinned out with paralytic toxin to dull pain, diluted because, if too potent, it would harm the human body.

Because of that, she could only feel the sensation of the tentacle crawling about inside her breasts, which only confused Freya further.

Defeated by fear, Freya shook her body trying to pull the needle out. But with her body bound, there was nothing she could do, and frightened by what might happen to the tentacle inside her breast if she struggled, she became unable to move.

When Freya stopped moving, the slime perhaps interpreted that as no resistance, and the thin tentacle's movements grew more lively.

Each time the tentacle entered deeper into her chest, an indescribable shivering sensation took Freya.

An itch-like sensation, indescribable.

The tentacle stimulated her by parting her mammary ducts, and each time, Freya leaked feverish breaths.

The fine tentacle thrashed within her ducts, secreting paralytic poison so as not to let her feel pain during its invasion, and even though Freya's will felt fear, her body obediently reacted in the form of pleasure.

What was happening to her own body… in her head, ravaged by fear and pleasure, Freya asked herself.

This was not normal.

Being violated by monsters, having her chest pierced.

And yet Freya's body was certainly feeling pleasure, her exhaled breaths growing hotter and fiercer by the moment.

Freya didn't realize it, but although her vagina wasn't being caressed, love-juice flowed, and her lower-body convulsions had gradually grown more intense.

There was no way to understand what was being done inside her chest. The act far exceeded Freya's common sense.

The only thing she understood was that her own body was feeling pleasure even at an act beyond her comprehension.

That this was due to the effects of the paralytic poison and the mental toxin that, when ingested, led one to a state of self-loss was something Freya had no way of knowing.

The abilities the slime had gained when it violated Tiana had succeeded in mitigating the fear of an unrealistic act like penetrating a mammary duct, and in getting the female body to accept it.

"Mn, a… hii, uu."

Freya, watching Tiana serving beside her, began to slowly move her tongue.

She didn't know what she was doing anymore.

She didn't know what she had to do anymore.

She had simply seen the maid in her same situation, afraid of monsters and serving the tentacle for self-preservation to avoid being roughened up, and come to think that she had to do the same.

Her chest itched. She could tell that something foreign was entering deeper and deeper inside her.

She felt like she'd go mad.

It felt good, but it also felt awful.

Hoping this sensation that was making her head feel like it might go mad would end even a bit sooner, she opened her lips slightly, inviting the tentacle into her mouth.

She stretched her tongue, gathered saliva, breathed hotly, and soon the tentacle invaded her mouth.

When she accepted the tentacle, she licked it carefully with her tongue. The mucus slid sluggishly over Freya's tongue and fell to the back of her throat.

"U, ge…"

It stank. The foul smell rose from her mouth to her nose, and just that alone almost made her vomit.

The sticky liquid pooling at the back of her throat, she somehow swallowed down with her saliva.

Even with her repeating that, the liquid kept pooling in her mouth. Of course it did. The tentacle itself was a mass of that sticky liquid.

The accumulated mucus began to interfere with her breathing. Her tongue, hard to move because of the mucus and tentacle, took considerable effort. Even so, she desperately kept swallowing, gagging, holding back the body that wanted to vomit.

The foul smell burned her brain, and she could feel her thinking growing dull. At first, even the tentacles stroking her body had felt only revolting, but now she felt them as pleasurable.

After drinking the mucus several times, Freya's no-longer-functioning head understood. This was honey. Sweet honey with a drug-like seduction designed to melt body and mind.

A foul smell to make her consciousness fly, a stickiness hard even to swallow. But as she drank, her thinking dulled, and this hellish reality came to feel like it didn't matter.

Despite her will to resist, her mind settled, and gradually even her disgust faded.

She looked beside her.

Tiana, who at first had been crying and screaming the same as Freya, was now serving the tentacle with an intoxicated expression.

The two didn't understand, but the slime's mucus also had a tranquilizing, drug-like effect on the mind.

A mouth filled with mucus pleasantly stimulated the brain even with no other action.

Before she knew it, Freya herself was swallowing the mucus… at the pace of someone chugging a drink.

Just like Tiana, she hollowed her cheeks, breathed heavily through her nose, used her tongue to stimulate the tentacle, and sucked and licked at the mucus.

"M, ngu… kuchu, nge, nuu—nuu."

Her thoughts and her vision grew duller.

The tears she had been shedding in fear and disgust vanished, and tears of rapture flowed down her cheeks. Her cheeks took on a red flush, and from inside her hollowed cheeks, you could see not only the tentacle but her own tongue moving actively.

Making sound, mixing saliva and mucus, sucking on the tentacle and serving it as if she were performing oral sex.

Each time she swallowed mucus, her fear vanished a little more.

To forget this nightmare, the two swallowed mucus, their bodies convulsing in small shudders several times as if to accept the slime.

Already, love-juice flowed in such quantity from her sex that it ran down her buttocks and fell to the ground, where a tentacle scooped it up to absorb. The sight of tentacles licking the ground beneath Tiana and Freya had an obscenity that captured the eye.

"Fu, fu… fuu."

A change came to Freya, who was relaxing her expression in this happy service.

Her convulsions grew greater, the intervals between them narrower.

The cause was her chest.

Her once moderate-sized breasts had at some point swollen a size larger. It was not an optical illusion. The extremely fine tentacle that had been inserted through her nipple and was violating her mammary glands was inflating her breasts from within with the paralytic poison and mental toxin it spat out.

Not only that, the extremely fine tentacle was softly kneading the flesh from within her breasts. Freya's breasts, soft as confectionery, had been made soft enough that they seemed to melt at a touch.

Her chest, swelled in fullness, was inflated from within, while on the surface, it was being slowly, gently, in the most fitting sense of the word, kneaded loose.

(I, ya, str, strange… str, strange, strange…)

Inside her head, she knew this situation was abnormal.

Drinking the monster's bodily fluids, having her chest violated from within. Even knowing this was impossible—.

"M, mho—ihl gohl, ahha… shcry, ihl gohlh…"

It felt good. There was no helping it; the pleasure soared as if she was rising to the ceiling, and Freya shed new tears, intensifying her service of the tentacle in her mouth as if in gratitude.

There, the figure of a sister serving God was nowhere to be seen; in its place was the obscenity of a prostitute.

Freya felt an indescribable fear and at the same time an unmanageable happiness.

Her body was being remade, made strange. This should have been unbearable, and yet she came to want to keep drowning in pleasure like this forever.

Above all, she wasn't questioning herself for thinking that. Tiana likewise was so engrossed in the act of serving the slime.

Heat filled her tongue service, and only the violent breathing of the women rang in the back alley.

Having begun the act so as not to be hurt, they immersed themselves in it and forgot reality. Their thoughts, their brains, were violated by pleasure, painted over.

"Fua… aa…"

The extremely fine tentacles violating her breasts entered deeper.

She no longer felt fear at the lack of pain.

In her senses dulled by paralytic poison, the sensation of the tentacle entering her was maddening, and she twisted at the throbbing heat.

Her chest, softened tenderly, swayed richly, and a sweet numb pain like a dull ache ran from the base of her breasts.

From there, the tentacle changed further.

While entering her mammary ducts, two, three more extremely fine tentacles entered through her nipple.

Mammary ducts branched countless times from the nipple like the roots of grass.

The extremely fine tentacles invaded each one.

"Fuaaaaaaa—!?"

Freya raised a scream beyond shame.

Truly and completely, every place in her chest was being violated.

"Nbu! Fuaaaaaa!"

Screaming while holding the mucus tentacle in her mouth, she spilled great quantities of fear-erasing mucus from the corner of her lips.

At the same time, the tentacle released her lips.

Then Freya stuck out her tongue herself and licked up the spilled mucus, moving her tongue lewdly and licking her lips.

Awkwardly, vulgarly. The face that had smiled at the orphanage with kindly grace was gone. She had become a single female desperately licking the disgusting mucus.

Her vision blurred, her thinking dulled.

Unable to understand what she was doing, she desperately sucked on the mucus to forget her fear.

It wasn't an addiction.

But to protect her own mind, Freya licked the monster's bodily fluid with affection, with care.

If she threw up, she'd be punished again. The fear of being violated for the first time was no longer in her head.

Forgetting even to breathe through her mouth, breathing roughly through her nose as she sucked at the monster's bodily fluid, her form might already have been finished as a human being.

The depths of her throat grew hot. It was a monster's bodily fluid, so naturally it could only harm the human body.

Even so, Freya desperately mixed it with saliva and swallowed it down.

"Ngu, gu… ge, gun—"

"Fu! Fu—fuuuu!?"

Beside Freya, Tiana, who had been obediently caressing the tentacle and swallowing the mucus, also underwent a change.

Like with Freya, the tentacles invaded her chest, her nipples—her mammary glands.

Extremely fine tentacles stabbed into her large nipples, which were disproportionate to her flat chest, and pushed in.

Awareness returned to her eyes, which had been melting sweetly, and with eyes clouded with fear she looked at her own chest.

Tentacles had stabbed into a chest poorer than that of other women her age. Stabbing in, and continuing to invade from there.

That, that—.

"Fuu—fuaaaaa…"

—It felt unbearably good.

Her eyes went unfocused. Her head spun. The painless violation melted the maid's expression, transforming her from woman into female.

Her hips moved up and down as if inviting a man, her sex blossomed obscenely, repeating the open-and-close motion.

The quantity of dripping love-juice increased, and the tentacle scooped it up to absorb.

Her nipples, large to begin with, looked one size larger now that the tentacle, fine as it was, had invaded them.

In reality, they had spread slightly. The holes that secreted breast milk, normally invisible to the human eye, were being widened by the tentacles.

It wouldn't be long before Tiana's flat chest swelled slightly too, from the paralytic and mental toxins being spat out inside her chest.

"Nuuuu, fua, soooh!"

"Hii, hiii!?"

Their brains burned by pleasure, voices that could be either screams or moans rose from the two.

The extremely fine tentacles had completely invaded almost every one of their mammary ducts.

The two's breasts had become several times more sensitive than before, and from their nipples they had become organs that spat out filthy fluids. No longer were they organs that could properly raise a child.

The fear of that, too, vanished from their thoughts, and they only let the pleasure being given to them drop the corners of their eyes, leaking moans.

Their chests were pressed from within. The shock that traveled from fingertip to crown of head convulsed their entire bodies.

"Hiya, oo, oo, oo… oooooooo!"

Freya raised a loud voice.

Body twitching and twitching, she looked at her own chest, wondering what had happened. The extremely fine tentacles inside her chest were beginning to retreat. The tentacles were moving in the invisible interior of her chest.

Her chest's senses were dulled, but that much she could understand. She could understand it.

The tentacles were going back through the gate they had entered, trying to exit her chest.

Different from when her anus had been violated, the sense of something exiting through a mammary duct, which wasn't even an excretory hole, was completely unknown, and Freya leaked a fearful voice mixed… with a voice of pleasure.

Above all, even though her voice was fearful, Freya's beautiful face was clearly slackened with pleasure and delight, as if welcoming the imminent good feeling.

The beauty of the sister beloved by the orphanage children disappeared, replaced by a separate, sultry beauty.

The same with Tiana. The strong, firm gaze. The cool, prideful, strong-willed face. Those were lost.

What the two were now, mucus-stained mouths, the corners of their eyes lowered, eyes void of light. Skin flushed red with the heat of pleasure. Above all, lower bodies swaying as if seeking the monster on their own.

The obscene beauty unique to a female who had surrendered everything to the monster and become utterly obedient. The very form of a lewd, alluring female inviting the male.

"Fuo… fuaaaaa…"

It was a long, drawn-out, beast-like sound.

The pulled-out tentacles roughly stimulated each of her mammary ducts, the inside of her chest, and finally her nipples.

Even though her chest was numb and felt no pain, at the slight pain of liberation, Freya arched back greatly, exposing her throat as she finished.

At the orgasm of having her chest, not nipples or breasts but the inside of her chest, violated, she rolled her eyes back and shuddered her lower body, suspended by tentacles.

She sprayed female ejaculate vigorously from her sex, making new stains on the stone pavement. As if loath to waste it, tentacles lapped up that stain, but the ejaculate sprayed harder still and flew further.

The stimulation was enough to make Freya realize her chest had been violated. Pleasure that made her understand that every place on her body, even the inside of her flesh, belonged to the slime. It sent Freya's consciousness flying, and she couldn't return.

Her lower body convulsed many times, her private parts repeatedly opening and closing, and even her urethra, trying to spray ejaculate after having nothing left, gaped like a fish-mouth, lit by the torchlight.

As all the extremely fine tentacles were pulled out, Freya thrust her chest forward and convulsed her whole body. Even after losing consciousness, she still convulsed greatly, like a fish flung onto land, twitching dangerously as she reached orgasm.

Seeing Freya like that, Tiana also shuddered.

Not from fear.

"I'll be treated the same way," she thought, and the depths of her belly, and the depths of the chest still being violated, grew hot.

At the numb sensation, even without rough treatment, Tiana's lower body trembled.

The remnants of her torn maid uniform shifted with her convulsions, deepening the maid's air of victimhood.

"Aa… aa…"

Clatter.

To Tiana's ears, a dry sound reached her.

It wasn't the sound of the slime or themselves.

"There's some strange sound coming from this way…"

In the distance, voices were heard.

They were the voices of patrolling soldiers who had heard the moans Tiana and Freya were making.

Fresh, new bait for the slime.

Tiana and the others were, after all, bait to draw prey in. Meat set out before a trap.

"Fuaaaa!?"

The moment she understood this, the extremely fine tentacles were roughly pulled out of Tiana's chest.

The filth spat out inside her chest had inflated her cliff-flat chest slightly. Even so, the disproportion between her refined looks and her undeveloped breasts lent a perverse impression to her form.

That form of Tiana's would be exposed to others' eyes.

The voices she could hear were men's.

To be seen nude by men. The figure of her being violated by a monster, made to moan by a monster.

When she thought that, the depths of her belly, the depths of her womb, grew hot and damp, she realized.

A shiver ran up her spine, and Tiana once again shuddered her hips.

Even in this brief time, fluid must have built up. With a "pyu," she sprayed feeble ejaculate.

Footsteps approached.

Tiana noticed her own breathing growing disordered.