Feed the Tentacles 173

Chapter 173 – 173. Clitoral Jewelry

“But I cannot guarantee what will happen to this city while the saint is away.”

“Yes… I guess so.

Ha, Eshir sighed again.

It’s already been a month since the Witch’s Island appeared out of nowhere in the skies of Zion.

It did not take long for such a major incident to spread not only to Zion but also to the entire kingdom.

Upon hearing the news that a witch had appeared, Zion Avenue, which transported logistics domestically and internationally, instantly became empty. Everyone uses the sea and other mountain paths to transport goods, but it was obvious which would be easier: a beautifully paved road that I had traveled many times or a rough road that I had been on for the first time.

After Red’s death, there were many incidents of people being robbed by bandits who began to spread around the area again, and being killed by various beasts and monsters.

The Witch’s Island, which appeared over Zion, was a major event that caused serious problems to the national economy by its very existence.

However, even though logistics came to a halt, other businesses began to thrive.

Instead of the carriages of various merchants, the people who flocked to Zion’s main street were self-proclaimed adventurers from all over the country to cut off the heads of witches who had a huge bounty on them.

Adventurer is just a name that takes advantage of the popularity of warriors. In reality, most of them are trash-like mercenaries who would slit the throat of a newborn baby if they were given money.

Although the city is still closed, there were people who were unable to overcome their passion and attempted to secretly cross the walls.

The moment they crossed the castle wall, most of them ended up being engulfed in the halo of Eshir that covered the city and became new citizens of Zion.

“But it doesn’t matter. Getting Joshua back is more important than the lives of all the people in this city. “If I use this, I can go over there, right?”

Eshir waved the invitation that White brought a while ago.

An invitation from the Witch King, discovered by chance while peeping at her twin sister Pink enjoying an orgy with another blood relative, Yellow, in her study.
The fact that Pink, who was originally targeted for subjugation, actually has a proposal to become a witch means only one thing.
As a hero, he cunningly provided a way for him to survive on his own if something went wrong.

It was obvious that if her reign in Zion ended, she would become a witch and take care of herself.

That would have been possible given her ability to possess a staff that can fire intermediate magic infinitely, which is her cheat weapon.
It was an act that Pink, who had survived by relying on others for her lack of ability and low self-esteem, would have done.

“Place all wizards within the city on the walls. “As soon as the remnants of adventurers occupying the outskirts of Zion enter the walls, we kill them and use them as pig feed.”

“That’s good news to hear. Go and come back in peace. “I will be the one killing people all this time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Brahms. Mr. Hans, please bring Pink from the courtyard.”

“Even so, I’ve put it on standby, so you can come right away.”

At Eshir’s command, Hans and Brahms lowered their heads and moved quickly.

Now that the tentacles are gone, the owner of Zion is Saint Eshir. The two were ready to lead them to a greater place rather than just staying in Zion. The current investment should not just collapse here.

Whatever you can, you must do.

“Oh, no. “Just a little while, okay?”

“Ugh, hmmm…”

“Aaaaah, wait a minute, I can’t do it, yaaaaa-!!”

The sound of a scuffle was briefly heard beyond the door of the chapel, and then, boom! Then the door opened and White came in, collapsing.

Of course, the ones that pushed her down were pink and yellow. They were wearing dog collars of the color that matched their respective titles, and were fawning over White.

Pink’s previously modified body returned to some extent, but she was unable to regain her past slender body. Pink, who was clinging to White and showering him with charm while shaking her enlarged breasts back and forth in a way that did not match her small body, was no longer seen as the character wrecker of the past.

Meanwhile, Yellow had lost half of his yellow hair and was wearing an ivory-colored prosthetic arm. The prosthetic arm was replaced by a magic artifact that Hans had been collecting as a hobby. The original arm, which was contaminated with magic and infected by the tentacle, lost its holding power and rotted away on the day the tentacle’s brain body disappeared.

“Chuinnim, please allow me to see your pussy… Sister, my pussy is itchy… !”

“Keuuu, krrrr… Mating…”

“Well, that’s… Let’s go back to the room and try again. “Aren’t you nice?”

For such an indecent act in front of a noble saint who is the owner of Zion and uses the power of the goddess, there will probably be a big punishment. When the tentacles return, you might stick a dildo that pushes up to your internal organs into your anus and go out for 24 hours.

Thinking like that, White also wanted to lie down on his belly in front of Eshir and fawn over her, like two animals clinging to her legs for no reason. Instead of doing this bothersome thing, she just wanted to quickly stay in her room and watch her pets or finish masturbating for today.

When Pink rubbed her nose against White’s thigh, Yellow saw that and also stuck her nose into Pink’s butt and smelled it vigorously. He wants to pounce on anyone who smells a female, so whenever he goes out for a walk, he has to wear a chastity belt that even prevents his erection.
White let out an awkward laugh between hers, and she didn’t know what to do. But even so, her hand holding the pink and yellow leash didn’t falter one bit.

White seemed hesitant about everything, seemingly being dragged around by his pet humans, but this was just a prelude to further lowering the dignity of his brothers and sisters by letting them out for a while, leading to inbreeding and harming them. In fact, White raised them by consistently administering drugs and livestock estrus to Yellow’s feed and ovulation drugs to Pink’s feed.

White, holding the leash of her relatives, was venting her anger at being abused all her life, slowly, in the most miserable way.
The warriors who once ruled Zion are now in a situation where they can’t even urinate without White’s permission. She was a sight that evoked both contempt and pity.

“Now, pink, yellow. “If you come to the chapel, you should pray to the saint first, right?”

“Pray! I want to pray!! “I want to make a wish to a saint to let me mate!!”

Suddenly, Pink rushed at Eshir’s feet and licked her toes greedily. As Pink’s pink tongue licked every inch of the weak part of her little toe and ring finger, Eshir burst into laughter at the tickling sensation.
Now, without her tentacles, the only thing that could make Eshir laugh a little was these clowns.

“So, saintess, what’s going on… ?”

“I will use Pink as bait to go to the Witch’s Island and bring Joshua directly.”

Ah, that thing. White had a bad feeling. It was clear that this would probably have a bad outcome, as her body’s remaining endocrine control ability could not be controlled, and she began to sweat profusely again, like incontinence.
Are you going to go directly to the Witch’s Island? Of course, it’s a good thing. This city had become a structure that could not function properly without tentacles, and the drugs it had stored up were slowly running out, making it difficult to trade with outside cities.

Although Eshir was somehow able to overcome it with her extensive brainwashing abilities through her sexual relics, it was questionable how long the current situation could be maintained with Eshir in her current state, as White had recently revealed that he was overworked in his own eyes.

But how are you going to get there?

It was only a few days ago that Cornelia, who had climbed so close to the island’s skies thanks to the antigravity magic of Zion’s wizards, fell and spilled her brains on the ground. Later analysis revealed that there was a kind of powerful magic curtain around the island, blocking the intrusion of anything from the outside, whether magical or material, except for air, light, and water.
No matter how capable she is of regeneration, it would be difficult to regenerate her brain after it plummeted into thin air, with no end in sight. Although she was slowly regenerating, Cornelia was still unconscious.

After seeing that, White thought, the tentacle saintess would also become more impatient.

So, now I am planning to officially visit the Witch’s Island through Pink.

I don’t know whether I should give them what they want or hope for the luck of brainwashing and subduing all the witches who don’t even know how many Eshir are on the island.

“I will take away the light of her mind control that has been cast on her Pink, convince her to become a witch, and bring her Joshua in return.”

“Uh… About that…”

“There will still be pieces of the weapon that Red inserted into Pink before, so if we can, we just throw Pink in with the self-destruct switch on and come back right away. How do you feel? Isn’t it okay?

It’s not okay… White crossed her fingers and could not bear to meet Eshir’s eyes.
A few weeks ago, the day the tentacles disappeared from Zion,

“Okay, I’m liberated… !”

Pink, who had been engrossed in incestuous sex until just now, said.

How long has it been since I spoke human language?

How on earth did he regain his sense of self in just a few days?

Her ego came back to life with a click, as if a switch had been turned on. Pink realized that the tentacles that had been gnawing at her nervous system were no longer there.

Clearly, someone has succeeded in exorcising that monster.

Memories of the past came flooding back to me like a sharp pain.

Betrayed by her twin sister and losing her virginity, which she had protected her whole life,

I thought I was finally released, but then my body was remodeled by the leader I trusted. A bitch called a magician from the empire massaged, shaved, and ground every inch of her body.

And I don’t want to remember what happened after that.

The climactic wave, which seemed to be gushing out brain fluid, became a ray of destruction erupting from the vagina and collapsed the city hall. There was a corresponding price to be forcibly obeyed and used by a strong man.

Red provided much pleasure. Together, we gave up being human for a moment.

After Red died, her beloved older brother was transformed into a tentacle and made mad love in their own home.
White, that traitorous bitch… ! Meanwhile, she was laughing like crazy next to her over her pure love.

And

And…

What should I do now?

Ah, yes. As always, I have to squeeze out the pussy juice and breast milk and rub it on the floor.

“No… What am I thinking now… ?!”

Before she could say those words, Pink realized that he was squeezing her clitoris and nipples with both hands and squeezing them.

“My body… ! Turn it off!!!!!”

It felt like a gun was being fired in my head.

As a tingling and sharp pleasure struck the center of my head from the bundle of nerves in my crotch and chest, my whole body trembled, and breast milk spurted out from one of my breasts.

Because her mind was still intact, Pink was able to understand very clearly what was happening.

No matter how well her mind returned, Pink’s body had become so accustomed to pleasure training that it no longer felt anything and had become abnormal.

Even if the brainwashing of her tentacles was gone, her body, deeply addicted to orgasm, would naturally repeat its usual actions.

“No, huff, stop, stop…” ! Don’t squeeze my nipples… !!!”

But contrary to what she said, Pink’s hands and feet, so accustomed to feeling good, never stopped.
Pink’s eyes slowly turned over. Beyond my overturning vision, I could vaguely see Yellow writhing in pain as her arm fell off.

Living sanely in a place like this was very painful.

Enough is enough. Rather than maintaining her sanity that way, Pink decided that it would be more reasonable to give up on being human again.

It was judged by Pink’s own will, not the tentacle’s will.

After the tentacles disappeared, when White rushed to her house to check on her brothers, there was Pink, who was actively mating among herself and grunting like a sow, and was lying under her with one of her arms cut off, trying to keep herself together. There was a yellow that was trying to let go.

With a grunt, the last fragment of her cheat item, which decorated the pink upper part of her hair and the tip of her clitoris, fell to the floor.

The brightest fragment of the jewel that adorned Pink’s staff.

The jewel, whose durability had weakened as a result of all the pain, fell like a piece of glass and turned into sparkling powder.

“Ah, there was something I really wanted to do with that.”

White tore a page from her book rolling beside her and rolled it into a thin line.

‘Seeueueup-‘

She stuck one end up to her nose and breathed in the very fine powder that rolled around on the floor.
Next to her, her brothers, who had chosen to become livestock rather than family members, were making love like animals.

White accepted into her body what had been a part of her sister’s body.

It was the moment when she, her beloved twin sister, and her brother truly became one.
Was it because of that influence? Neither pink nor white nor yellow were affected in any way by the brainwashing magic that Saint Eshir cast on all of Zion.

So, their current state is without tentacles or brainwashing, it is their natural will itself.

This was the problem.

“Therefore… It’s absolutely impossible to bring back pink… Talk… Joe… ?”

That appearance has become its natural ‘original appearance’, so how can the normal judgments that the witches wanted and how can Pink be restored to a healthy state?

That was impossible even for Eshir.

White caught a glimpse of the Saint of Zion.

There was silence. In the chapel, the only sounds were the moans of Yellow and Pink, who were trying to mate with each other through the chastity belt.

However, contrary to White’s worries, Eshir smiled brightly and answered.

“All right. The way to get past the pink is gone forever, and the magic resource that was meant to explode was probably snorted by a sow somewhere like a drug?”

‘I’m angry. That’s definitely maddening. That’s a lot.”

It was the brightest and most vibrant smile White had ever seen from her.

And while maintaining that smile, Eshir decided to give White a chance to take responsibility for this situation.

“Then, White, you can disguise yourself as Pink and become a witch?”

As expected, I didn’t have a good feeling.