Chapter 74 – 74. Power Oriented Female Manifesto
After roughly wiping her blood off her blade with her palm, Brahms caught and killed her fleeing guards one by one.
It wasn’t a battle, it was a one-sided slaughter and a hunt. The enemy had no mercy whatsoever.
Zion’s guards who work under Yellow have thought that they can do anything to humans outside the warrior’s shelter, and they have actually done so.
There are warriors behind him, who will touch them. It was his creed that he was always safe under the warrior.
For them, it was also the return of their previous actions.
“Hey, fuck, fuck!! He exploded a man’s head with his bare hands!!”
One of the last surviving guards ran into the audience table.
Her limbs trembled. She’s all dead All seven armed and trained soldiers were annihilated in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t just tentacles in this club. Rather, the tentacles were able to communicate with words! It was created as a human, but what it did was a demon.
Then, in the darkness, the demon walked slowly, showing white teeth.
At the table were two men with their heads on piles of pills. He shouted as he put a knife to the neck of the fat one.
“Everyone, don’t come closer!! No matter where it comes from, if you even make a sound for a second, I will slit this pig’s throat!!”
“Oh yeah? Then you should stop.”
A hoarse voice sneered. Then it really stopped.
Why did this happen? The guard thought. Fearing that if I let go, I would hear my teeth clashing up and down, I forced my jaw to tighten.
I should have just stood on duty quietly and not followed.
Could it be that he was being punished for defeating the monastery the other day, knocking down the statue of the goddess, and stabbing all the nuns and priests to death?
He had already abandoned the expectation that the warriors would come to rescue him. I should have waited at least until White came.
No, it wouldn’t have happened this far if that bastard had come earlier. Crucially, all those idiots messed up because of their vengeance and greed for rewards.
Can not help it. In the end, you are the only one who survives. The guard sincerely prayed to everyone he could think of right now.
“Mr. Yellow… Hero, Goddess..!”
The middle-aged man who became a hostage came to his senses. He checked his situation and begged with a squeak as he felt his blade pierce his throat.
“What, what is this, I am just an ordinary middle-aged man who has lived a good life! Why are you doing this… [Ice Blast]!”
The feeling of cooling down to the brain was the last sensation the guard felt.
“I was surprised, whoops!”
Hamm catches his breath and steals sweat. The knife he was holding turned into frozen meat, and when he touched the soldier with his fingertips, he tipped over and shattered into pieces. Frozen blood crumbled like powder between the broken pieces. Brahms, covered in blood all over his face, stepped on the debris and appeared.
“Brahms! What should I do if I bring something dangerous here!!”
“Did you see that bastard’s face? He flipped his eyes and said, ‘Eugh!’, Haha!!”
“It always ends badly. I’ll tell you again and again… “
I was on stage far away. I watched in silence as Brahms and Ham scuffled.
After all, it was right not to fight when I first met them. Brahms, I knew that he was not an ordinary human just by looking at his rugged appearance and size, but to think it was a combination of a wizard who cast magic without a chant. If you fought without knowing anything, you would lose unconditionally.
Anyway, this underground secret club was such a mess that I wondered if it could be called a club anymore. It seemed more appropriate to call it a butcher’s shop.
The stage, which was all soggy with my mucus and the climax juices of the three women, seemed like it would slip all the way in the dark lighting. Water stains were sticking out in front of the audience as they spurted bodily fluids like a fountain without a break in continuous climaxes.
And corpses. Between the walls and the seats, there are eight corpses of guards with heads split in half or completely crushed, and limbs twisted at strange angles, as if they had fallen from a seven-story building or been hit by a dump truck.
“How do we get rid of all those corpses?”
Push shot, instead of answering, Cornelia squirted her climax juice again.
Well, first of all, I didn’t do the corpses over there, so I’ll just touch the women’s pussies as usual.
“Oh, don’t worry about the corpses over there. Because you can throw it away anywhere. The basement is wide. Whether you’re a hero or a tentacle, you’ve already laid hands on the people on the side of the Zion Rangers, so you should show this much.”
Hans replied in a tone that said it was nothing. He tapped a wall and kicked a particularly creaky board, revealing an endless dark passageway.
“There are several more tunnels like this in Zion. They say underground tunnels existed in this land before the city was even built. Zion’s smugglers and pimps expanded further over several generations, and during the war with the Empire, several of them were used as air raid shelters.”
Now you are revealing with your own mouth that you have been engaged in smuggling and prostitution. What kind of lives have these people lived? A cold wind blew in from the darkness, imbued with the moisture of the basement.
“Oops, ooh ooh…!”
I heard something mumbling next to me, so I turned to see it was Pros. It stuck its tentacles up to its throat and choked. Removed and reduced in size.
“Puha-! Most of them belong to Hans, and now most of them are on loan to me. Later, when I drove out the Zion Rangers, I promised to give the reseller business a similar amount of interest.”
Said Pros, pulling tentacles out of her cunt. Slime flowed between her thighs as her glans-like tip popped out. The sucker tentacles from her breasts were also removed. It was attached quite firmly, and when I removed it, it stretched forward, then with a pop, her breasts returned to their original shape. Traces of my suckers were clearly visible around Pross’ nipples, which had swollen as they swelled. It was chewy and firm, and the texture was very good.
“Haaaaa… ♥”
Pross let out a sweet moan, blushing, as if her nipples touched by the air were starting to itch again. She unconsciously brought both hands to her nipples, but suddenly came to her senses and clasped her interlaced hands in front of her. Hans covered her cloak, which had fallen to the floor, a mess of mucus and cunt water.
She was a pros whose body and mind were in ruins, but she had a charisma that was hard to dare to touch, standing in front of me in her love juice-covered mantle. She couldn’t have imagined that just before, she was the female who let out all sorts of vulgar moans while sucking my cunt and nipples on my tentacles.
She was just as quick in her transition to her posture, and she was just as confident.
I sit on the throne of tentacles with Ashur and Cornelia at my sides, and the fallen mayor of Zion reaching out to me.
Pros spoke first.
“Just before… Hmmmm, I was a little embarrassed, but I suggest it again, Joshua. I, Mayor Pross of Zion. Would you join hands with T. Tute and recapture Zion from the warriors?”
“Of course.”
“We are just following Joshua-sama.”
After me, Asher and Cornelia answered briefly. I glanced at Pross’ soft hand in front of me.
“Should I kiss the back of that hand?”
“On the contrary, do you want me to kiss you? I’d be happy to do it. If it is to bring back ‘my Zion’!”
“Now you are ready to talk. Mayor Pross of Zion. T. Tute. As a symbol of the contract, the place where you will kiss is right here.”
An ugly shadow fell over his face. Pross knelt before him.
The man’s cock slowly descending in front of him. His heart jumped when he saw it.
The body remembers the feeling of liberation when you accept it.
A sense of liberation from the pressure of the Pros who had to grow up as a powerful person by being defeated terribly.
And a sense of liberation that allows you to forget for a moment the humiliation of being a fallen power whose city was taken away by the warriors.
It was like dipping my head in the starlight when the pleasure soaked my brain.
I hoped that these tentacles of hers would come inside her and squeeze out all the starlight in her heart.
From the eyes to the brain, from the brain to the spinal cord, to the spine, to the hips, to a woman’s precious place, the spark of liberation bursts, and the joy of the contraction of the uterus is remembered in her heart.
She wants Zion. She will get it back by any means necessary.
Even if the price was the Shion she wanted.
And Pros wanted this cock as much as her city.
On either side of her, Sister Eshir with her halo and Cornelia with the horns on her head watched her. The cold-blooded merchant and savage mercenary standing in the back will be witnesses to this contract.
“Warrior… No, tentacle Joshua.”
Ah, holding back my mouth watering, I lightly kissed the tip of the tentacle cock.
He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his urethral orifice.
A droplet of pre-cum pokes its head out of the hole end cutely.
And a tiny tentacle came out of it and danced in the pros’ mouth.
It was soft and detailed, yet had a strong presence, as if an intangible ball was bouncing in your mouth. Double fellatio that can never be done with a human cock.
“Umm… Kurup, Chubum, Chubum, Chubum, accept my words.”
Both the upper and lower mouths were occupied by tentacles.
Wet, slippery and sticky to the touch. I remembered the first time I ate octopus.
The difference is that the octopus is what she eats, but this cock is not meant to be eaten by her, but rather eaten, and the whole city will be swallowed up.
And Pross was hoping, deep down, that this tentacle cock would be willing to do just that.
This cock of hers dropped her, freed her from her humiliation and heaviness. Whatever he does, I have no choice but to follow him.
Instinct as a person of power, and a woman’s instinct to obey a cock.
All of them intersect at the same time and are the conclusions drawn together.
“This, Churup, is a contract. Please take full responsibility for making this city this way, and for letting my body fall on you, Ku-chung.”
“What is the price?”
“Everything you wish for in Zion.”
Side, as Pross opened her mouth, a thin thread of saliva passed from my glans to her lips and then disappeared.
I read a lot in her eyes. Vengeance, the desire for liberation, lust, the desire for pleasure that borders on the endless fall of depravity.
And what burned most fiercely in it was the lust for power.
She is a greedy woman Just like her name, she really sold her body to me. She staked everything on her, not just her body.
So she liked it.
If she hid her true feelings until the end and kept her hypocrisy, she would probably have eaten her head off. However, more than willing to reveal her self and her desires, she decided to lend her powers to her.
Conclusion of the contract.
“Then my tentacles are yours.”
All that remains is to defeat the hero. All that remains is this. And I take this city as mine.
I poked my head into the underground tunnel Hans showed me. I couldn’t really see an inch ahead.
It’s a large underground space. There’s one thing I’d like to try out…
“Hans, how far is this tunnel connected?”
“I’m not sure because it’s so pierced here and there… If you go straight from here, you’ll probably find-“
“Quadang-!”
Sound of falling.
Heard from far behind. Not me, not Pros, not Brahms. There is one more
Familiar pheromone scent.
Turning her head, she saw a dull, sullen-looking woman tripping over the basement club door. She managed to get her body up. A woman in a white hazmat suit drenched in sweat. It is a color scheme suitable for a vulgarly large milk carton.
Champion White looked around and said in a trembling voice.
“Yeah… Guards… ? Everyone, where are you all… ?”
