## Chapter 99 – A Welcome Change
“Ugh… Yes… There… Hihit…!!
It fits… Just right…!!!
Rougher… Do it rougher…♡”
“Deep thrusts… I hate it…!!
D-Did it come back…? Don’t look…
Don’t look at this… Hyaaah…!!”
What greeted me first upon returning to the lair was an intense pleasure that shook my head, along with a coquettish and sticky nasal voice that echoed throughout the lair.
If there was a common trait among the owners of those voices, it was that they all wore expressions as if they were burdened with all the happiness in the world, faces that seemed to melt away.
“Ah!! Aah!! Haa… Haah!!
Good!! More… More…!!”
Leaving the perfectly good tree root mattress aside, Laniere was sprawled on the floor like a frog in a laboratory, her plump waist twisting as her uterus, plugged with tentacles, bulged out.
And conversely, Vivian, with a dazed look in her cloudy eyes as if she was half out of her mind, was lying face down on the mattress, her buttocks raised high in the air, her body twitching in response to the movements of the tentacle vigorously drilling into her rear, and moaning with a nasal twang.
Watching the two women I currently cherished the most, lost in pleasant pleasure and enjoying a happy time, I decided to move myself and try to give them delicate stimulation.
Then, not long after the movements began to change, as if she had sensed the change, Vivian’s body, lying on the mattress, began to tremble more violently, and Laniere began to arch her back as if having a seizure.
“Hehet…!! Hehet!! N-No way…!!
If you do it so… Softly… Heegik!!
I’ll… Break…!! My head will go crazy…♡”
With her back arched like a bow and her eyes rolled back, Laniere seemed to have dopamine overflowing in her head, as she began to scream out a moan close to a shriek.
“Ugh… Ugeu… Love y…
Eugiit… Love you…”
On the other hand, Vivian, who was already showing a demure, yet somehow ambiguous, quiet reaction, with her cloudy eyes barely open, was burying her face in the mattress as if it was a vibrator, trembling all over and desperately muttering something with a look in her eyes that seemed mentally dangerous.
It was a somewhat frightening sight, but well.
‘People sometimes say nonsense and have seizures when they feel good, right?’
After tormenting the two women for a while, I stopped when they were exhausted and panting heavily, and carefully embraced them with my tentacles, naturally taking them to the bathtub.
It was as if it were a natural part of everyday life.
I gently embraced their bodies, which were so soft and delicate that I felt as if they might break just by touching them, as if I were handling glass sculptures.
And in their actions of struggling to adjust their posture so that I could hold them well, even with their weak bodies, there was a sense of familiarity.
‘Have they really gotten this used to it?’
They spend 24 hours a day inside the lair.
In fact, they don’t even get any sunlight, only occasionally basking in the bright moonlight and enjoying the breeze. How satisfied are they with their current lives?
I gently carried them to the bathtub, carefully placed them on the floor, and slowly poured water over them, gently washing their bodies with my tentacles. Their soft skin and sticky tentacles rubbed together, creating a slippery sensation that felt almost frictionless.
“Euum… Heut…”
And that feeling also seemed to give them pleasure, as they unconsciously twisted their waists in beautiful curves.
Watching them, I also unconsciously focused on washing their bodies as clean as possible, leaving not a single speck of dust.
Along with the stream of water flowing from the torn tree roots, the thick beads of sweat and sticky fluid scattered all over their bodies were washed away along the curves of their voluptuous bodies.
And after scraping away even the white discharge flowing from the vaginas of the women, who slowly spread their trembling thighs.
When the bath was over, I hugged the two, who kissed my tentacles or leaned their heads against them to express their affection in their own way, and carried them back to the mattress. Vivian opened her mouth with a languid look.
“You came back… So soon…?”
Perhaps because I had been leaving my seat often lately to try various things, Vivian, who had now reached the point where she could sense my absence just by the movement of my tentacles, whispered softly to the tentacle she was resting on.
Since there was no way to answer that, I simply moved my tentacle to gently stroke her head.
“Thank you…”
And so, I simply admired Vivian’s face, which was wearing a prim smile like a cat being petted.
‘Come to think of it, there are many problems now.
There’s no way to tell them anything.’
If I were to carry out the plan I had in mind, I would need to be able to speak, even if it was just a little.
But since that wasn’t easy, I was just stroking their heads and spending the time with them in silence.
Until that suddenly came to mind.
‘Huh… Why am I…?’
Unconsciously, the tentacles slowly moved, twisting and coiling around a solid tree root that formed the wall of the lair.
Then, the tentacle brought the tree root to the puddle of water that remained in the bathtub, not yet absorbed, and then took the end of the tree root to a dry corner of the flat mattress and began to write something.
And as she watched, Vivian’s eyes gradually widened, and a trembling murmur spread softly into the air.
“Y-You’re… Writing…?”
‘Is something wrong…? How…?’
This place uses a completely different form of writing than the world I used to live in.
Nevertheless, the movement of the tentacles writing on the tree root with the wet piece of wood was unhindered, without any sense of incongruity.
– Can you understand this writing?
Even I could understand what the writing meant.
It was a moment when I could infer that some kind of change had occurred in me that she was unaware of.
Seeing Vivian’s actions of gaping at the writing I had written and nodding her head wildly, Laniere, who had also struggled to drag her body to this side of the mattress, was also staring at the tentacle with surprised eyes.
“What!! You knew how to read and write?
Vivian-nim!! Vivian-nim!! Kyaaak!! What do we do!!”
Laniere hugged Vivian, who had a dumbfounded expression, and danced an shoulder dance, as if she was so happy about something.
Of course, even in the midst of all that, I had to spend a long time writing down random letters and pondering in order to understand the current situation.
– The language of this country is different from that of China, so they cannot communicate with each other.
“What does this say…?”
‘Could it be…?’
Just like memories, knowledge can also be absorbed?
I had previously consumed a guard who had experience working as a mercenary in Chaoxing and recalled his memories.
But what if that wasn’t the end of it?
I wasn’t particularly conscious of anything.
Nevertheless, the memories and common sense that were gradually emerging, little by little, were enough to shock me.
‘If… Just if…’
If I could absorb not only the fragmented memories of the humans I absorbed, but also their unique knowledge, then the story would be different.
If that were the case, then the fact that I could use letters now wouldn’t be incomprehensible at all.
‘If an Enic was originally this kind of creature…
It’s no wonder people are afraid of them…?’
It’s a creature that absorbs the knowledge of humans.
Regardless of how it’s used, the mere possibility of using the intellect, the only weapon that humans can use, already makes it a monster superior to humans.
Of course, based on what I’ve seen so far, there haven’t been any cases of Enics actually using human knowledge.
‘The Enic of Chaoxing also fell to human attacks…
But you never know…’
But on the other hand, the Enic could use the knowledge it has absorbed to find out what the weaknesses of humans are, and then exploit those weaknesses.
It could use its knowledge to find out the weaknesses of the human females with the best harvesting efficiency, trap them, and sometimes violate their bodies and use its accumulated knowledge to make them submit as females.
Imagine a monster that doesn’t just chase after food, but uses its knowledge of maternal love and family love to take families hostage and threaten them to offer their bodies, and then uses its absolute knowledge of the female body to completely corrupt the women who offer their bodies into beings that cannot live without tentacles.
If I were in that situation, I would want to kill it first before it reached out to me or my family.
‘It’s a bit creepy…’
Of course, from the perspective of me, the monster, I would probably use any knowledge I could to survive.
‘Okay… I can do this…’
While I was lost in deep thought, Vivian’s eyes, which had been watching the tentacles slowly writing something on the mattress, gradually widened, and a sense of surprise began to fill her eyes.
