Feed the Tentacles 106

Chapter 106 – 106. The Woman of Nothing

“Zero!”

‘I’m sorry, I’m begging you, please stop.’

“Car!”

‘Please don’t uproot my soul, don’t do anything that makes me feel good anymore, don’t take it out of this body!!’

‘Kude deuk…’

An ominous sound came from the junction connecting the clitoris and tentacles. There really isn’t much left now. Since even gathering the last of her strength to infiltrate the children’s bodies failed, all she could do was beg for her life. It was a humiliating end for Black, who had only been dominating others and putting others down since coming to this world.

‘Get out, get pulled out! If this continues, I, I will disappear…!’

No matter how much she shouted inwardly, there was no one here to help her. Her voice did not reach anyone.
That was natural. It was none other than Black, she, who left only those who succumbed like dogs to the hero in the city safe and wealthy, and whoever did not was purged, executed, or forced out of the city.
And now, where she is, people who don’t care about what the warriors say are gathering around the city to somehow carve out an impoverished life. No matter how much someone begs, there’s no way they’ll find out. The life of the poor is rough and promiscuous. Begging is only for the merchants who carry supplies on Zion Avenue. Black never knew that if he showed weakness among them, he would instantly fall to the bottom among the poor.
Seeing Black’s weakness, the children giggled.

“Look over there! That warrior sister is crying! We rang Zion Ranger Black!!”

“What can I do, I must be sick… ! Lady, can’t you give that sister some medicine to make her feel better? Like when I treated my mother for an STD!”

“Don’t worry. I’m crying because I’m happy She cries for joy that she will be used for something better.”

Eshir said to the girl who was looking at Black with her worried eyes. It was a voice full of love and kindness. As for where else she could use the pathetic hero, who was tied up by Brahms and crying with her legs wide open and her tentacles hanging out, Eshir was thinking of all kinds of uses.

“That hero, the woman who lived her life thinking she was superior, when in reality she was nothing more than a premature ejaculation slut, she finally came to where she deserved to be. She couldn’t be happier.”

“Yup, uuuuu!!”

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I made a mistake, anyone is fine, please save me! Before you feel ashamed of being surrounded by people and think it feels good to be forced into it, even a man is fine, and if you save me just once, I’ll suck everything from between your toes to the wrinkles on your balls, so please!!!’

Black shouted something, but they couldn’t understand her words because Eshir had stuffed her cloth in her mouth. Her slum children are just curious to touch a woman with her tentacles growing out of her cunt, with the good intentions of removing her tentacles from her, and willing to know that she is ‘the’ Zion Ranger Black. It was just moving.
Only Eshir nodded her head, as if recognizing Black’s mute screams.

“Don’t worry, Black. No, it won’t be black from now on. Your soul, your abilities, being pulled out in tentacles. And even your empty shell-like body that will remain behind.”

‘Doing such a cruel thing… Why! You look so ecstatic!”

“I will write everything. All in a better place, in a pleasant place. So, give it all away. Dedicate it to Joshua.”

That’s the name again why? That bastard is a human who was defeated by Red and kicked out. He fights in the slave market…
Seeing Black’s puzzled eyes, Asher kindly explained.

“Oh, you wouldn’t know. A tentacle that absorbs Joshua’s soul and inherits his name. He is the one who saves my life and sows seeds in my body every night, and the other women of Zion are helping, as I am still not enough, his weak servant. It was the same with the pink that you say you love.”

‘Yes… Right… ‘

I thought to myself that it was something that would surprise me, but I didn’t think much of it. Just like that. He wondered if his reign as the Zion Ranger, purging people, and dedicating himself to justice would come back like this, but really, just like that nun said at the beginning, it just ended. Even that was nothing.
Black felt that his self-consciousness had thus faded. The clitoris tentacles were almost completely out of her cunt. It was tangled in fleshy tissue, and even in a tattered state, it was forcibly attached, but she could tell.
There was really not much time left for her to remain who she was now.
Even if a flashlight from her past might flash, her mind, which was already tangled with memories of other women, wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t even remember his original name. Only the status of black in another world held him as himself. He’s in a state where even that has faded like a candle.

‘I… What did you want to do in this world… ?’

Wishes come true, the goddess said so for sure. But what if that wish was, if all the memories were jumbled up in her head and twisted like a tangled ball of thread, so much so that she couldn’t even make out what was at the center…

Then I… It’s nothing now… ? Black thought.
There were murmurs of chatter all around.

“It’s done! Let’s do our best!”

“Ugh!! Lizard sister, it’s slippery and keeps falling off my hands!”

“Saintess, if we do this, the hero over there will like it too, right? My mother hates the hero, but…”

“Well, of course. Everything will be fine in the future.”

Pulled. Pulled. Pulled.
The tip of her pussy whimpers, and the memories, mind, and soul that should have been rooted in the body are all pulled out and pulled out. An act that was close to killing one’s personality was thrust into his head with unbearable pleasure.
It was as if she had driven her stake into her brain and pulled it directly, as if she had already put all her soul into her cunt, the situation was tantamount to getting her brain raped.
Right before being pulled out of her body, Black thought.

‘I just wanted to make the world a better place. A better place than where I used to live…;

And
And.

‘It feels so good to climax as the soul is pulled out!!!!’

‘Ppudeuk!’

There was a woman who was ‘nothing’.
She is a woman who has lost her memory and has no soul whatsoever, just a body.
Although it was in a state similar to that of a newborn baby, the intelligence to understand simple commands remained within it. If you thoroughly re-educate, you will be able to be reborn as a completely different person from before.
Someone put her hand on her shoulder. Thin, white fingers grabbed the once-black woman’s shoulder and tapped it ticklingly.
Eshir looked at the ‘nothing’ woman, with her sister’s loving gaze at her cute little brother.

“Ah, great warrior.”

Her nun’s arm wriggled in a tentacle that had just been plucked from Black’s cunt.
As the people pooled their strength and forcibly pulled it out, the tentacle, which had grown to the size of a small tree, let out a shrieking scream as it was ripped from the human body it used as a host. It had shrunk in an instant to the size of Eshur’s forearm, and was now cherished like a baby in her arms.
As soon as the tentacles were pulled out, Black squirted a lot of juice out of her cunt, making the entire floor sticky and wet. But nothing happened. It was an environment all too familiar to Eshir, who spent the night in the arms of tentacles, and an environment that Black would become accustomed to later.

“Black, how are you feeling?”

“Eww… Hehe… !”

A coquettish voice tickled her ear, and the woman flinched. For now, Eshir calls her Black, but it was only for convenience. Now she was by no means the hero Black.
She knows nothing I don’t know anything about justice, heroes, the world I was originally in, or even how to put it into words.
But I could feel it.
When “That woman” Opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was a sense of loss.
Could she be the sense of loss of her lost soul, her memories and her magical powers?
No. She even forgot that they were in her.
However, it was the memory of her body that remained as a tremendous presence to her.
The woman who was Black felt a throbbing sense of loss between her legs and inside her crotch.

‘Jureuk…’

It felt hot and damp between her legs.
The loss Black feels now is the loss of her body to the tentacles that used to be with her cunt.
Just as patients who have lost a body part in an accident feel the pain of a part that does not exist now, Black is now experiencing the pleasure of a torn off tentacle.
It’s not fantasy pain, it’s fantasy ‘rock’. She may not be able to express it in words or thoughts, but she knows that it is an insanely vague and pleasant sensation.

“Oh… Ugh… ! Haha… !!”

“Yes Yes. You will feel helpless. It must be such a feeling that the body only remembers the sensations connected by the tentacles.”

Asher grabbed the pendant from her chest and transferred it to her fingertips using the divine magic contained in the holy relic. She lightly ran her white fingers over Black’s cunt, where the tentacles had not fully healed.

“Still, you’re much cuter now than when I first saw you, Black.”

“Ah, oh oh oh oh?!”

Even though she only touched her fingertips, Black struggled and let out a groan on the verge of climax. Watching her wound heal, Eshir gleefully gulped the juices of her cunt all over his face.

“Come to think of it, couldn’t I have been hypnotized with that pendant from the beginning to lure you in?”

Watching this, Cornelia suddenly became curious and asked Asher a question. Eshir pondered for a moment before replying with a very bright smile.

“But Cornelia. Wouldn’t that be more fun?”