Chapter 418
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This tentacle is the very beginning of that corruption.
The Tentacles of Corruption are created from my corrupted uterus, inside my pussy, which is truly a demon’s hole, a hole of greed and pleasure.
The tentacle I gave birth to.
Squeezing out of my pussy, wriggling up my crotch, and wrapping around my breasts once, this tentacle then coiled around my arm and emerged outside the nun’s habit.
Though I control it, when I’m not directly controlling it, this tentacle stimulates my breasts and clitoris as if serving me.
It was the incarnation of corruption and desire.
“No, no. But you’re a woman. I am a woman too. Above all, I have a husband too.”
Oho. So she at least has that much knowledge.
Is it her own sense of moral concepts and ethics?
But it’s meaningless.
Her pussy is already not rational enough to judge such things.
In the first place, a pussy isn’t an intelligent being and wouldn’t be able to think about such things, but anyway, it means her pussy continues to be in heat contrary to its owner’s will.
My pussy, which pulled out the tentacle, also wriggles every time the tentacle moves.
When two pussies wriggle, eventually,
Isn’t it natural for it to lead to sex?
I began to move this tentacle I had just taken out in earnest.
slowly thrusting it into the pussy that had been heated up by the Hand of Ten Thousand
“Gender is meaningless to me. Even the fact that you are a married woman only makes me more excited.”
“But this is…”
'But' my ass, she keeps resisting.
But this is also cute.
Why? Because, naturally, this is her final resistance.
Rather, she just wants me to pierce through her final line of defense.
Like a female who wants to be corrupted, she hopes I will tear down even her final line of defense.
That alone is enough.
“Rather, because of such ethics, a female cannot feel true happiness. Who exactly distinguishes between good and evil, and who exactly made a law that a married woman can’t have a sex partner?”
“Well, that’s…”
“Especially when it was an arranged marriage. Is there a need to keep your chastity for a micro-dicked male who isn’t even a burly male with a massive cock to satisfy a woman, a male who deserves to be looked down upon by a female whose nature is to submit to a strong person?”
It’s a remark that brings to mind the feminists all over the world for a moment, but.
It can also be used as a catalyst for corruption.
I’m saying all sorts of things like this to corrupt her, but.
In the end, that’s what women/bitches (derogatory) are like. Once a cock is shoved in, they can’t do a thing.
So isn’t that why there’s a lot of talk about women cheating with alpha males?
The process of instilling my vulgar ideology into Elf Mama is happening right now.
I finally began to push this bizarre tentacle that came out of my uterus into her pussy.
Squelch!
“Hauk?♡”
“Slowly. Relax your pussy.”
Since it was already spread wide open, it would slide right in quickly anyway, but.
It was still her originally narrow pussy.
It means it’s a vaginal interior that hasn’t even tasted a cock shape or become accustomed to one due to lack of experience.
Perhaps because of that, both the one inserting and the one being penetrated end up melting into quite a new sensation.
The tentacle that pushed in once stopped at an appropriate length.
Now that tentacle moves independently and begins to dig deeper into the vaginal interior.
“Haang. Haang. Haang. Haeeut? Wh. What is this sensation!♥”
“Now, stay still. Don’t reject it, but accept it.”
It’s comfortable if you just accept it.
The tentacle won’t follow Mama’s opinion anyway.
This tentacle of corruption will adhere completely inside the uterus and corrupt the entire uterus.
Eventually, if the center of her instincts becomes corrupted like that, Mama herself will sprint further into corruption while already under its influence.
Squelch, squelch.
The vagina in heat constantly tightens around and feels the tentacle entering without distinguishing front from back, but the tentacle goes in even further to the end.
To become Mama’s uterus. To become one with the uterus.
To corrupt, slowly.
Although it is moving autonomously, it is a tentacle of corruption containing Dahaka’s will, born from Dahaka’s uterus.
“Eut. Ha-euk. Heut? N. No. N. Not there!♥”
“If I rub the clitoris together with it.”
“Hogogok?!♥”
Pushooooosh!
Perhaps the strength in her bladder gave out, as she squirted a fountain.
It was a transparent stream of water very similar to urine. Even in this very moment, the tentacle, having entered her pussy, was finally entering her body.
The tentacle was thickest in the middle, and at that moment, the pussy spread wide open, and then, as the tentacle went almost all the way in and only the tail was visible, it began to close up again like a pretty crevice.
Eventually, only the tip of the tentacle was slightly visible.
“Aang!♥”
Along with Mama’s moan, her waist jerked up and down. The tentacle, of which only the tail had been visible, went completely inside, and her pussy simply became a crevice with only traces of love juices left, as if nothing had happened.
The tentacle that went inside soon began to take root in the vaginal wall, melting into the pussy as it advanced.
As proof of that, Mama’s body is trembling like crazy.
Perhaps in the process of the uterus changing, no matter how much the pussy is in heat and accepts everything, there’s no way it would accept a corruption that completely changes its foundation.
However,
That resistance won’t last long either.
It will hurt when the tentacle first enters the uterus, but it will soon turn into pleasure.
So the uterus’s agonizing like that will also be over soon.
“Hiik. Hiiik. S. Strange. It’s stra-nge. U. My uterus is trembling wildly. It hurts but feels good and it’s tingling. Hiiik!♡”
Given that the uterus has already reacted, the demonic energy spewing from the tentacle must be affecting it.
Heh. Fuck. It’s incredibly arousing.
Now, there isn’t much left.
The day it slowly enters the uterus and dyes the uterus in my color is near.
Thump, thump, thump.
The tentacle finally discovered the closed cervix.
I decided to share my mind with the tentacle to see the situation inside the pussy.
The uterus is trembling and quivering.
Certainly, the bodily organ called the uterus is ultimately a space for a baby. It’s a space where a baby should enter, but such a space is trembling intensely, rejecting the intruder.
Perhaps it’s natural, though.
Considering that even in the original world, the power of an Awakened One is linked to their sex: for men, it’s their testicles, and for women, their uterus. Well.
In the end, a woman’s foundation starts from the uterus.
This world is no different. Since that foundation is being corrupted, even if it’s simply an organ for giving birth, it must be trying to put up a final resistance somehow.
Squelch, squelch.
The vaginal interior, clinging to it because it feels good, is contracting again and hindering the tentacle’s movement, but the tentacle semi-forcibly pierces through it.
The cervix seems to be firmly closed, but.
It seems like the uterus is struggling until the very end, determined not to let this place be breached no matter what, but.
That, too, really doesn’t have much time left.
“Kiaaak.”
Eventually, the tentacle even bit the cervix.
Telling it to open up quickly. Telling it to spread open quickly like a female should, if it is a female.
Phew, fuck, this is the aesthetics of arousal.
After being bitten a few times, the cervix, which had been somehow blocking the hole from the inside, slowly began to spread open.
No, it wasn’t opening simply from being bitten.
The demonic energy flowing out of the tentacle is flowing into the cervix.
It is intoxicating the uterus like an anesthetic.
Anyway, demonic energy is painful when first encroaching, but it also makes one feel pleasure.
However, that will truly become the worst mistake.
Not long after, it began to spread wide open.
The uterus was gradually beginning to change after accepting the demonic energy.
The tentacle, which had already taken root in the vaginal wall once, began to forcibly plant small tentacles into the cervix little by little.
Like that, it opened a little more.
Right. It should have spread open like that earlier.
Only now is it acting to my liking.
And the tentacle did not miss that gap.
Since the female couldn’t overcome the pain on her own and opened her weakness, it went straight inside, the final space to be corrupted.
Thrust.
The tentacle that has entered once will begin to change from now on.
Unlike using my tail to corrupt the other heroines, the tentacle is being established solely as a remote system.
The tentacle that entered transformed like a spider with only reptilian eyes and attached itself to the uterine wall.
After that, it slowly melted into the uterine wall.
Crunch, crunch.
Perhaps because I was doing Sight Sharing directly with the eyes attached to the tentacle, it was even more arousing.
The tentacle’s tendrils planted in the uterus slowly fuse with the uterus.
Naturally, the uterus began its final struggle.
Trembling violently.
In truth, it was just a mixture of pain and climax, but this uterus was somewhat different.
Right. As if the roots of the elves were truly here.
As if this uterus was the very source of Elf Mama, it trembled vigorously like an enemy army resisting at the final line of defense, trying to shake off the tentacle.
Not a chance.
Isn’t Elf Mama’s body already completely neutralized anyway?
Honestly, the biggest factor right now is that Elf Mama was attacked in her sleep.
Still, well, if she’s a Mama who couldn’t manage her own pussy, she should be prepared for this much, right?
In the first place, the sexual concepts and notions in this world are somewhat strange.
There are things like sexual frigidity and such. This Elf Mama also suffered this because she slept so defenselessly.
It’s a bit pitiful.
Anyway, I find the corruption side arousing.
The uterus’s resistance almost came to a halt.
The clean color of the uterus is now being dyed light purple.
Eventually, the uterus completely merged with the tentacle, leaving only reptilian eyeballs attached to it.
In other words, it became completely one with the tentacle.
Well, at this point, I should consider it almost done.
If I had an artist draw it, it would probably look like a light purple uterus with eyes attached.
At first glance, it’s gross, but as the owner of the tentacle, I feel a sense of euphoria.
I have taken ownership of the important part of the female who will become my female.
Every time the eyes flash, demonic energy overflows, making demonic energy take root in every nook and cranny, even reaching the ovaries that are not yet fully corrupted.
Demonic energy naturally begins to fill up from the inner wall of the uterus, and it travels up the fallopian tubes again.
Now this body will be completely different from before.
The speed of corruption is completely different from before.
Because the tentacle I gave birth to has completely become one with the target’s uterus and is spewing out demonic energy.
The ovaries were once milky-white.
The important material for a woman that makes her a woman, that allows her to become a mother, was completely dyed purple.
It was full of demonic energy, the proof of corruption.
And that proof began to show on the outside as well.
The eyes of the tentacle that became one with the uterus squeezed to the outside of the uterus and were exposed outside the belly.
I mean, it didn’t just burst out grotesquely, but naturally, as if it were connected to the outside of the uterus as well.
Centered around those eyes, a crest spread out in the shape of a uterus.
By that time, her lower abdomen became erotic with a uterus tattoo.
Naturally, Elf Mama’s skin color also gradually changes.
“Hogok. He-euk. Hogogok!♥”
Firstborn, the moan of a corrupting female rings out.
Perhaps this is very natural, but.
Every time I heard that sound, my pussy also got soaking wet.
Fufufu. Fufufu. Puhahaha.
Mama’s uterus, blinking from below as if saying, 'I’m doing well, right?', was quite nice to look at.
“Yes. Yes. That’s how you cry. A female should cry like that.”