Feed the Tentacles 163

Chapter 163 – 163. Jack the Giant Slayer

It was the same room he stayed in as a child. When I laid my head on the soft bed, a breeze came in through the slightly opened window and tickled my forehead.

He lay down on the bed and waited, raising his bright eyes as if they had grown out of sunlight.

He knows. This is my memory.

The sound of footsteps walking down the hallway for a moment.

The door opens and Inyoung comes in. As always.

In his hands, he holds a tray filled with chocolate chip cookies and milk, which he has always loved.

Wearing a gray dress that clung to her body, she handed him a snack in front of him, and her cleavage fell in front of him, filling his vision.

When he raises his head, golden eyes full of motherly gaze look down at him.

Now, if he raises his head while eating her treat, he will make eye contact with her.
Smiling sweetly, but with lust and desire shining in her eyes, she slowly lowered her face to him.
Breath becoming one, skin mixing, spit and smell being exchanged, the two fall onto the bed.

Without even thinking about taking off his clothes, he will put his hand under your dress and let you feel for yourself how soft his chest is,

If she puts her head between her legs, she will feel for herself how hard the cock is.
When you push your dick deep into her, she lets out an elastic moan.
The supple waist bends like a bow, and the warrior and the witch who truly love each other become one.

It won’t stop until her womb is full, and her bottomless desire is satisfied.

Until then, his cock will never wilt.

I have repeated that day hundreds of times until now.

But now I know. It’s different this time.

He saw the truth of this false world revealed when he forcibly concentrated his depleted magical power and focused his vision.

I will never be fooled by a place like this again.

The eyes of the being looking down at him glowed red for a moment, as if they had noticed his plan.

But it’s already too late.

‘Kwasik!’

I lifted the kitchen knife that I had previously hidden and plunged it into my chest, and fresh blood splashed out, creating a fountain in the room.

Leaving the woman who had fallen on the floor and the Witch King behind her, he ran outside without even looking behind her.
Run.

If you want to live, you have to run.

“Huh, huh, huh… !”

How long had it been since he ran out of his comfortable room? The moment he stabbed the Witch King to death, the hallway of the mansion with its antique interior parted as if the space was breaking apart and turned into a dark, cave-like passage.

“I killed that woman. I killed it! “I am now liberated!!!”

I ran like crazy. Even if you can’t see or feel your limbs, you have to move your body somehow. This movement makes you aware that you are alive now. The airways that have passed through countless rough breaths will become completely cracked, and if even a single drop of water falls, you will feel the pain of being stabbed with dozens of pieces of a knife.

Before her eyes is a thorny road. It is not a figurative expression, but a road literally filled with tree vines sprouting sharp thorns.

This is the real face of this place.

The only place not covered with thorns is the eerily cold, hard marble floor.

If you fall because the dust is so thick, not only will you get thorns all over your body, but you will also end up with a thick lump of dust stuck in your mouth.

If I was my strong self, I would have laughed and shook off an injury of that magnitude, but not now.

The man looked down at his bony limbs. While he was held here, all his strong muscles and strong skeleton disappeared, and he was now as weak as a child.
On the other hand, the thing hanging between his legs was still holding its head up with its veins standing stiffly. The desire to go back now, to throw away everything that was difficult and stay in a place where only things felt good seemed to be climbing up his spine and up to the top of his head.

‘Don’t be a dick!!’

You can never go back. You can’t even look back.

I will never go back there again. That’s the decision.

Hasn’t he already done something that can’t be undone?

Beads of sweat flowed down and obscured my vision. He closed his eyes tightly. As he wiped his eyes with his hand, the sticky blood on his hand left a mark on his face.

‘Just a little more, just a little more!’

As you run like crazy through a narrow passage, you start to see light in the distance.

It’s freedom.

And the freedom you’ve been dreaming of is waiting.  If I could escape this hellish place, anywhere would be nice.

A sweet smell came from the corners of my mouth and a bloody smell came from my hands and feet.

Dirty blood, the blood of a loved one, pure, so loved, kind, beautiful, who accepted all her ugly desires without hesitation, everything in the world was her goddess-

No, the person you love.

There’s no way something like that could exist in such a barbaric world. There were no cars to drive, and people were just trash who risked their lives for things like religion and took it for granted that they would sacrifice themselves for others just because they were ‘warriors.’

Let’s not forget. He repeated it over and over again. Who is he?
I forgot the original name. If he stays here for too long, he will even forget who he was.
But there is one name I remember. The name he received from the goddess in this world was ‘Jack’. Jack the Giant Slayer.

I downloaded the Giant Slayer, a sword that splits the earth, and was on my way to defeat a giant that appeared near Haven, a city of entertainment.

He was confident. They say that if there is a blessing, there is also a curse, and although he received a curse from the goddess, it only meant that he could not smoke, and as Jack himself, who did not smoke in the first place due to muscle loss, it was something he welcomed with both hands.

True to its name, the Giant Slayer was a great sword the size of an adult. It had runes embossed on a hilt made of branches of the World Tree and a sword body that converted magical energy to unleash slashes of enormous power. I felt like I could win anything. Just because he was a warrior, people treated him well and women were busy embracing him.

But-

“Defeat that evil giant and bring peace to this city!”

The mayor of Haven, who was pinching a cigar, was pointing at the mountain.

A huge mountain made of muscle and fat.

His head was hanging on that mountain, looking right down at him.

The giant didn’t do anything and just existed there.

Those eyes look so big, old, and sad,

When I came to my senses, I was busy running away, shaking off all the attention from people.

You shouldn’t do this. There is no way you can do it.

‘A human defeating a giant!’

I will be honest. At that time he was scared.

He had to run away from his mission. As far as possible.

And that was when he was hiding in a quiet bar on the outskirts of the city, pouring himself alcohol while lamenting his fate in such a helpless place.
Then the woman appeared. A woman covered in a robe so much that her face cannot be seen. She sat down next to her and whispered quietly.
The thing that comes to mind infrequently in my memory of having a hole is that that woman’s body was amazing.

A sweet smell that makes your head pound, red lips.

“You need rest.”

“Why don’t you run away to a place where you can get away from all the worries and all the hard work?”

Yes, it was like that.

What did he say then? He said he would give anything for one night.

And that evil bitch ruined everything. Yes, a world without worries is correct. Until he realized the situation he was truly in.
In a place like this, he locked himself up like a livestock and gave everything in return.
He couldn’t even remember what he had offered. Memory, magic, health, and something precious.

And now all that’s left is a miserable body and the obsession to get out of this hell.

My physical strength already exceeded its limit a long time ago.

Jack used his last remaining strength to throw himself into the faint light there.

Please, please, please, when I open my eyes again, I hope everything will be back to normal!

‘Moky’

Saaa, my eyes are brightening. A space that was cozy, soft, and warm.

It was the same room he stayed in as a child. The only memory he had of his original world before he fell into this world.
When I laid my head on a pillow that smelled like sunlight, a breeze came in through the slightly opened window and tickled my forehead.

Familiar scenery, familiar description, and

What he can see now is the face of a beautiful lady looking down at him with a very kind smile.

Those golden eyes were still full of love and affection.

The tight-fitting gray dress showed off her breathtakingly sexy body, and her appearance was full of elegance and nobility, far from being superficial.

“Did you finish your dream? “Our warrior.”

I was out of breath like crazy.

He must have killed him, he must have mustered up all his strength and killed him!

“No, no, no!! It’s back! “I definitely have to escape from here!!!”

“Did you think you killed me?”

Jack’s face was buried in his white, soft chest as if it were kneaded with flour.

He knew.

When I get caught in these hands again, I won’t be able to resist anything.

All of her men became infinitely smaller in front of her.
When she asked while licking her lips, Jack couldn’t say anything and could only swallow his breath as his milk-scented skin deepened.

“Who do you think I am?”

Once again she asked.

Jack raised his head to meet her face. Her golden eyes had a slightly red tint when viewed up close.

Jack barely spoke in a burning voice.

“Witch King Beatrice…”

Witch King Beatrice, the great witch of dreams, the one who controls memory, the love of all warriors.

Well done, Beatrice said, stroking between Jack’s hard legs.

She lies down on her knees and enjoys this languor. At some point, my heavy breathing calmed down.

Yes, when I stay here, all my worries and worries disappear.

Jack thought.

Why did he try to do something stupid like escape? For what?

This is a space of happiness. If you just give yourself over, you will forget anything. Anything is offered.

Love and charity, and the rule behind it.

Beatrice’s unbraided blonde hair fell past her ears and onto Jack’s face.
Thick red lips overlapped the mouth, and a bright red tongue poured into the mouth.

“Hook?! Hmm… Umm… “

The sound of flesh mixing with flesh filled the room for a moment. The texture of the saliva mixing was smooth. It was as if her brain had wrinkled as if she had stopped thinking about her self during the last time she was with this woman.