Chapter 71 – 71. A Tribute to the Tentacles!
‘Zubuk, tsubuk’
Two watery lumps of flesh collide with each other.
As they rub against each other, mucous membranes and mucous membranes, saliva and saliva, wrinkles and projections gently intertwine, fall apart, and then rejoin.
When they separate, dozens of threads of natto-like mucus hang down, and when they collide again, they confirm each other’s existence over and over again with heat, lust, and the sound of breathing engulfing each other.
‘Steamed, steamed’
“Oh, oh oh… Ooh?!”
The sensitive part is already revealed on the face. If he wanted to touch it even a little bit, Pross made a foolish expression and groaned.
Where is the female market of Zion, which was a lofty heroine, and reason evaporates, and what is now here is the face of a female in heat.
She still spoke with the mouth of her tentacles wriggling from the front of her womb.
“Why don’t you just admit defeat? It is my last mercy to make you surrender.”
“No, this is… A spirit! Aww… ! Oh, you’re not defeated yet, cheer up!! Ughgook?! Because I’m just putting in a spirit!! Ohhhhh!!!”
I want to ask her to bring a mirror and tell me what her face looks like now.
Her mouth was wide open, her eyes almost flipped upwards, literally a ‘bitch face’, and she breathed. It is neither mentally superior nor physically superior. I’m holding on like this with only my pride.
What could have made this woman’s heart so closed? I thought about it.
Oppression of warriors? Anxiety and vengeance over being deprived of power as mayor?
No. What drives Pross is none other than herself.
Her sense of coercion and obligation that her ego must be her leader oppresses her to such an extent that she cannot feel any real happiness in her life.
If I had been a human and not a tentacle, I would have thought about catching these workaholic alpha-females and making the rest of my life easier. No matter what the relationship or love is, the house will be spacious and the wallet will be rich.
But what is the use of all that? I am a tentacle that is a full body cock.
What the tentacles should be aiming for is not the desire for power or recognition, but to fill one’s stomach with magic and meat. In other words, all you have to do is suck female juices from a full milk jug or a plump, hot pussy.
‘It’s been quiet for a while…’
After confirming that the tentacles that had been nipping at her vaginal walls, inner sensitive parts, and nipples had stopped moving, Pross caught her breath without being noticed. Her head throbbed with tearing pleasure each time the thick tentacles came in to fill the inside of her vaginal walls.
Should we still call this tentacle Joshua? Anyway, I was even grateful for the thought that he had given me a very brief break.
While I came to my senses for a while, I took a look at the situation around me. Those who had announced that she would stand with her cause and stand against her champion sat nailed in the audience at this club, watching her tentacles and self-flagellation.
Hans Reseller of the Merchants Association, whom he thought was at least reliable, was also there. He sat carefree with his arm around him and watched the skit on stage without saying a word.
If you recall that it was he who brought these tentacles, he could have been a human who was subsumed by him from the beginning.
Masked supporters added a few words.
“No, suckers over there?!”
“Are you going to attack the inside and outside at the same time?”
“Damn, I want to be a tentacle too…”
“Look at that expression. It’s like your brain has become a pussy.”
“I’m trying to respect the mayor who endures even like that.”
She said the nun said she was under hypnosis speaking what she thought. She knows that they have always admired them.
Little by little, she increases the strength of the supporters here, and seats them one by one on the Zion City Council. She must give them as much strength as they do.
Crucially, increase your voice and influence in city councils.
Then, at the end, through voting and meetings, the Zion Rangers are driven out of the city.
This was Prose’s idea of how she would get Zion back.
In a peaceful and just manner. She is the ideal leader she has learned to be.
The Tut family is a great family that has ruled Zion for generations. I heard that it used to be an aristocratic family.
Due to the administrative management system introduced from the empire, this large city and all the nearby small towns were her family’s domain before the title of ‘Mayor’ became the head of the city.
There are not many nobles left now. Most of them in the capital, and very few around the kingdom.
People from her family have cared for them since the days when Shimin was Yeongjimin. She, too, is the bearer of her family name, and since she was a child she has been trained to be a good leader.
She has thoroughly learned the difference between a good leader and a bad leader. Mud fights between slanderous and exploitative nobles were scorned like worms.
Because that’s the ideal leader she wants.
‘But really?’
Didn’t everything get stolen? The right to speak as mayor, and the opportunity to appear in public.
Even though the warrior yellow, who doesn’t even like it, makes fun of her body, she has to endure it with a forced smile. Even if the hero Red sits in the head seat of the city council, which should be his seat, he has to accept it.
Without power, there is no ideal. She was the one who had already started thinking about it in her head.
Can Zion be regained in such a ‘peaceful’ way? The public sentiment of the city is already leaning toward the warriors, but only by voting in the city council to drive them out?
At that moment, Pros realized what the tentacles that wrapped around her were trying to say.
‘Yes, there is no ideal without power. I… I’ve been too slow until now.’
If Zion truly is her city.
‘If you want to stand up to the heroes, mobilize any means.’
It’s okay even if it’s not clean. Her name is Pros. T. Tute. Even if it’s the same way as the prostitute, if only I could get ‘her thing’ back from those hated warriors…!
To do so, her tentacle warrior, Joshua, asked her to accept her own tentacles.
The determination to do anything, the determination to mingle with a low-level monster and a non-human being, and the determination to reveal everything in front of one’s supporters, and to reveal the face of a natural female, not a human!
“Ha… Yes, this was it… ♥”
‘Did you want to tell me this? Joshua.’
At the moment of her realization, Pross began to feel her boundless respect and affection for this bundle of tentacles that had been tucked inside her self.
Zion cannot be obtained only with ideals. In order to make him realize that fact, this tentacle warrior, in such a pleasant way, pinched and pricked the erogenous zones he had never known before and the secret corners of his pussy that he had never been able to touch. Like a lover meeting for the first time… ♥
The nipples, clitoris, anus, and lymph glands inside the thighs are sucked up with sucker tentacles, and kissing thickly while moving thick tentacles in the mouth…
It was a test of the fact that in order to gain Zion, one must be prepared to sacrifice at least one’s body.
It was all for this. Otherwise, there was no other way!
‘If I don’t think like this, I can’t climax!!!! ♥’
Yes, it’s all a cornerstone to recapture this city from the warriors.
At the same time, it is an act that strengthens her resolve.
That these tentacles want to use her body?
Then I’d be happy to give. I will accept anything. And she, too, will use her tentacles to fight in the mud against the Zion Rangers.
This is a contract. It is a contract between Joshua, the warrior of tentacles, and Pross, the female mayor of Shion, betting on her body and mind.
‘There… If you come across this seriously, you have no choice but to respond…’
The womb, the heart, the tentacles entangled.
Something fell inside her. Pros felt that way.
She didn’t know if it was the womb that had descended to accept her tentacles, or the idealist pride she’d been forced to maintain since the city was taken away by a hero, but something in her fell and broke.
The female part of Pross opened her eyes to the tentacles just like that.
Although the power was taken away, the female mayor of Zion, whose pride was intact, first gave her heart to the man, no, the male was not a human but a low-level monster.
“And this is a ritual. A rite of rebirth for me to be reborn as the true leader of this city!”
“Yes? What ritual?”
While this woman was moaning alone, what kind of sound did she make?
No, the reason doesn’t matter. After tormenting her erogenous zones to such an extent, she must have wanted to stick her tentacles down into her womb, no matter what rationalization she had. I would like to climax
Eshir and Cornelia moan madly on both sides of her, but she can’t even allow it because of her ego. Any woman would lose her mind in such an absurd environment.
A conflict between the hero and the mayor? I don’t even need to know that. It’s because everything is just food for me to swallow anyway.
But Pros is right. This is a ritual
The stage set in the basement is the Foundation, and the females captivated by me are both sacrifices and priests. I can only say that it is very mysterious that the nun Asher is the leader.
It is a ceremony that announces the first step for me to conquer this city, Zion.
A tentacle was put out in front of Pross.
Then, he released the restraints of the tentacles that bound Pross.
Eyes that seemed like hearts would be engraved on her completely melted expression.
What she was going to do now, she could tell just by looking at those eyes.
I respect her actions.
Instead of running away from me, I watch her slowly tapping the tip of her tentacle.
She grabs her tentacle by herself and brings it to her mouth, this time closing her eyes and wrapping the tentacle around Pross as they share a sticky kiss.
I licked the lower part of her breasts, tight nipples, and lean waist and thighs and accepted her into my arms.
This is not a restraint. It is the result that Pros wanted for herself.
Just as she accepted me into her cunt, I also accepted Pross into me.
“Yes, I will. My body, my everything, and even this city I love! Joshua-sama’s tentacles… I will dedicate it!!”
So please be my strength, the moment Pros confessed with tears in her eyes, I stuck the tentacle’s saliva into her ear.
And ordered A single word was enough without the need for brainwashing by imbuing her with magical powers.
[Open the womb.]