Chapter 174 – 174. Thigh Executioner
When I focus my mind on recalling things that have flown beyond my dreams, I sometimes feel as if what my body remembers is pouring into my head.
It was a cold memory. She was trapped in a dark stone prison underground, and something kept coming out of her body.
Something warm and precious. Her blood.
There was a man wearing a red mask in front of me.
I know him. The red hero of Zion. Noble Hero Red.
He was constantly muttering creepy things. A word of hate whose meaning I don’t know.
Every time a hot hand touched his cold body, more and more things escaped his body.
Her vitality flowed out from between the precious things and the torn cracks in her body, dripping like sewage onto the cold stone floor.
‘Don’t take it, my precious thing, give it back.’
I was so embarrassed to have my entire body shown to another man that I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
But this is all she remembers.
Alice must see and remember only the good.
That was her role.
“Don’t worry. “I will get rid of all the bad things.”
When she opened her eyes again, Beatrice said, gently stroking her forehead. A red energy flashed beyond the kind eyes.
She said Alice was found on an unknown plain outside of Zion. She was so devastated that it would not be surprising if she died at any time.
She couldn’t remember what happened or how she got here again.
After taking a deep sleep under the Witch King’s touch, I felt as if my soul had been completely washed away.
So much so that she couldn’t even tell what she was doing before.
Beatrice used to say that she had sent impure things to the other side of her dreams.
However, seeing the fragments of her memory remain in her mind, it was clear that she had been treated very badly by the hero in her dream.
“I’ll ask you if you’re coming, so you can just leave here on your own?! As if escaping wasn’t enough, your precious body… !”
As soon as Beatrice leaves the room, Isabella pushes her against the wall and shouts about how hard it was to find her and bring her back. We found out how many decibels she could raise her voice, but what was even more shocking was Alice herself, who left the island and met humans. The point was that it came back.
What kind of memory was that when she disappeared?
Was it because the human world was such a filthy and scary place that the Witch King was so scared that her mind would turn to mush that he erased her memories?
This world created by a witch, the human world we face in the dream world, is so beautiful-
Where Alice was standing now was in the middle of the campus, where the lemon-scented grass tickled her toes.
The Witch King dispatched her here to completely dominate her tentacles that awakened her soul.
She probably told me to find out the core of the tentacle’s soul.
Strictly speaking, this is not a world entirely created by the Witch King.
This is a world she created with resources extracted from the minds of the heroes she has captured so far.
Since it was pulled from the minds of the warriors, this place must be similar to the human world.
It is a beautiful and rich world. Alice has thought that way from the moment she first stepped foot.
No matter how realistic a dream is, it gradually volatilizes after waking up.
Once the mission is over, the memories I experienced here will also disappear.
Everything I experienced in this peaceful and quiet human world.
So, Alice had to cherish every single thing that was here and now.
The feel of the wind tickling between her thighs and the sound of her singing piercing her ears were so precious to her.
A well-maintained campus was always filled with the fresh scent of flowers. Her people were always kind, and she smiled every time they made eye contact with her.
Rather than making eye contact with her, it would be more accurate to say yes when she looks. Because most humans in this world were created blind.
Magic attribute is a limited resource. Just creating and maintaining a world is overwhelming, but there is no time to put effort into each and every person.
In this world, there is a tentacle as the ‘main character’, and the ‘heroines’ who gather around him are his mother, childhood friend, female knight, and student council president.
Except for them, the rest receive no attention in this world.
It’s okay to have extras who play a role, whether a helper or a reactionary figure, in a specific event.
Because each person has their own personality, outfit, and face.
But the rest are people who don’t even have names or proper faces.
It is placed only in the background of an event or has only the function of making meaningless laughing and chattering noises.
There isn’t even a conversation. If you listen closely, you will only hear meaningless babbling voices repeated in a high tone.
Maybe it was called ‘Mob’?
They are simply beings who communicate among themselves according to their intended purpose and will disappear on their own when this world fulfills its role.
This world was created to find out ‘how a tentacle got a soul.’
In the setting of a protagonist who has become a tentacle, there are several ‘heroines’ who assist him.
They are fragments of the soul that Beatrice captured in the past. The level of completeness is different from the Mobs, who are only a part of this world.
‘Heroines’ made with real souls include a tolerant demon, a tsundere childhood friend, an innocent female knight, and a student council president who lives with past wounds.
A variety of configurations to satisfy anyone’s taste. The moment one of them is ‘chosen’ by the main character, that is, the tentacle, the ‘ending’ of this world appears.
Choosing means giving your heart. You can directly check the soul of the tentacle from its heart.
All you have to do is check. A very simple mission.
And the moment this dream world ends, all the memories Alice experienced here will also disappear into the other side of her dream world.
To be recycled as materials for another dream world that will be created again someday.
So Alice does not first guide the tentacles to choose someone, but simply waits for the moment when the story ends.
Until then, I want to enjoy the scenery of the outside world that I longed for just for a little while.
If it is a memory that will disappear someday, cherish it more and be more faithful to the present.
Alice hasn’t abandoned her mission, she’s just waiting.
“Stop fucking with me, you rotten bitch!!”
Isabella, who was watching Alice tinkling through the hologram shown in the banquet hall, gritted her teeth.
The source of the sound of the spongy tissue distorting was the cock and balls of the unknown warrior she was holding in her hands.
Thick blood and dry liquid dripped from between my hands.
Isabella crushed him with her bare hands, like uprooting weeds, as he was nailed to the wall with only his cock sticking out like a faucet.
“Oooh… Goooook… !”
Although he was bleeding to the point that his life was in danger, his senses, which had been modified to feel nothing but pleasure, accepted even the moment of his masculinity’s demise as physical pleasure.
Rather, since it was an experience he could only enjoy once in his life, he probably felt like he was experiencing it thousands of times at once.
Isabella squeezed the squishy sponge she had removed from her body.
The male hero, whose eyes were fluttering and twitching, blinked his eyes once more and climaxed the moment his dick exploded in her hand.
Instead of semen, blood spurted out like a fountain from where the dick was.
She doesn’t even know what this hero’s abilities are. Does she have the ability to get the witch to take her dick off?
Pathetic, she thought.
The end of being thrown here like trash from the world I came from and becoming a eunuch, deprived of even a future where I could stand as a brilliant hero.
‘Burrrr-‘
And I was ecstatic.
How could the possibility of growing up noble be trampled on so cruelly?
Isabella felt her love juices running down her firm brown thighs that were exposed through her dress.
I also get wet quickly at times like this. Isabella licked the warrior’s blood and semen from her hands like she was licking ketchup.
Being taken away is a happy experience. Because at least she can feel that she has the upper hand.
Isabella savored her food as she watched the warrior gasp for his last breath like a sperm whale washed up out of water.
Weak things must be trampled until they fall to the bottom.
Just as Isabella snapped her fingers, the wall moved, and she turned the warrior’s body upside down.
So that the warrior’s head is positioned exactly between Isabella’s crotch.
When Isabella’s wet lower body touched her warrior’s nose, a surprisingly enchanting smell wafted out.
It was sweet. Like chocolate made by melting rum with an alcohol content of over 40 percent inside,
The pungent smell was numb, and the crazy flavor drove the man crazy.
This is it. The warrior thought.
He came to this world to smell this smell.
Isabella’s legs grabbed the warrior’s neck.
“I will spend the last part in ecstasy.”
A witch’s disdainful smile visible through her dress.
If there had been a torn off penis, it would have become erect with unprecedented strength and size.
But more than that-
The thick thighs of the witch seen before her eyes.
The hem of the witch’s dress completely obscured her view.
And the black underwear with lace you see in front of you.
It went so well with my brown, healthy thighs.
Firm and chewy,
Sweet yet sour.
In that ecstatic hell, the warrior thought he had no choice but to die right now.
And
‘Kkugu Guguk’
‘Kuddeudeudeudeuk…’
The witch’s thighs began to tighten on either side of her, with her head between them.
More,
More,
More!!
Isabella had no interest in the expression of the hero hidden beneath the hem of her dress.
With a whimper, love juice was pouring out from between the crotch, and the hero did his best to lick and drink the cacao-scented love juice that was pouring down on his face.
‘Gulp, gulp, gulp!!”
A witch can obtain one power through a contract with the Witch King.
It’s as if the warriors were tricked by the goddess and brought here.
The power she possesses now is ‘the power of chocolate.’
Compared to the infinite potential she possesses, this power is like trash.
In the first place, her power wasn’t that original.
But if there’s just one thing I like,
Because her body fluids are replaced with fragrant cacao oil, her body odor becomes more fragrant and richer even if she does not wash for the rest of her life.
However, Isabella was not a witch who was satisfied with just her powers.
She wanted to become stronger.
If you’re a strong being, there’s no need to struggle in a fake world like that pathetic bitch Alice over there.
If you become strong, you can do anything.
If you become stronger…
She may be able to regain her ‘true’ powers that that traitorous bitch, Rubiata, took from her in the past.
No, more than that.
She could even become a witch king herself.
‘Yes, I am all on my knees. The whole world is under my feet!!’
Under one’s legs.
What is there is the head of a dying hero.
Isabella’s thighs gained more strength.
The climax moment,
The moment her thighs completely close,
‘Pusseok-!!’
With the spray of chocolate-scented love juice, the nameless hero’s head completely turned into a chocolate lump and exploded.
“Ha… This is it. “Now I’ve made up my mind.”
Isabella, covered in sweat, no, cacao oil, spoke in ecstasy.
Let’s hit Beatrice sometime.
Crushing her from within, gathering her power through her tentacles,
Let’s keep all that power and authority to ourselves.
Suddenly, a small wad of paper flew towards the back of Isabella’s head as she was making an ambitious plan.
I unfolded the wad of paper.
[Ugh, it’s dirty. I feel like I pooped.]
Tick, tick, tick, tick, letters were printed one by one from a clockwork device installed in place of the mouth.
Eve, the witch of prophecy.
She lashed out at Isabella for everything.
“Shut up, Eve.”
[I never said anything.]
A year gone by.
Eve, the witch of prophecy, suffered serious burns to her mouth in the past while trying to prevent Ruby Atta from escaping her witch’s island. She cannot even speak and communicates through a device connected to her mouth.
Perhaps her antipathy toward this island is no less than Isabella’s.
Her dissatisfaction with Beatrice, who was carrying around the traitorous Ruby Atta and Alice, was probably more than her own.
Isabella continued her work in silence.
Watching Alice act like a fool fooling around in that fake world.
Meanwhile, Eve was frantically looking at the ‘heroines’ entangled with tentacles.
The student council president attempted to take control of the tentacles by releasing the combat chimeras that were being raised in the basement of the academy.
Having lost all of his chimeras, he became a breeding ground for tentacles and was panting in pleasure.
[And sex sex sex sex]
Her thoughts flowed out of her mouth without stopping.
Looking at the wet paper, he must be drooling under the mask covering his lower body.
What on earth is good about playing like that?
In sex, the strong must always be on top.
No, the strong should dominate everything, not just sex.
‘I don’t know what the Witch King wants to do with that tentacle, but it’s mine.’
The moment something happens in the dream world, you take that bitch out and go in her place.
Isabella quietly glared at Alice who was napping with a happy expression.
