Feed the Tentacles 99

Chapter 99 – 99. Justice Poisoning Warrior and Parasitic Tentacle

When I got home, I locked the door and locked myself inside.
I am absent from work today. Yesterday, maybe tomorrow.

‘Who am I?’

‘Zion Ranger Black.’

As always, I repeat it in my head.
A warrior who defends justice? No. There were things more urgent now than justice or work.
Perhaps as important as devoting one’s whole life to it. It was as important as sucking bodily fluids and brain fluid and manipulating the tentacles extending from the clitoris to violate one’s own pussy.
It is the act of stimulating bodily fluids, intelligence, weak magical powers, and, most importantly, the ovaries of the womb, by perpetrating the women passing by in Zion.

‘Yes. That’s what I want.’

Come to think of it, when I was young, if someone asked me what my dream was, I would answer like this.

“I want to make a world where everyone is happy!!”

After coming to another world, she gained the parasitic ability to manipulate her body or use her power for a short time by merging a part of her abilities and others.
Yellow scolded him for saying it was a vile ability only villains would use, but even this was used righteously. A kiss of death tailored to the heinous criminals. Only justice and truth remain where Zion Ranger Black’s hands and mouth touch.

‘No, were they really evil?’

It’s not someone inside said
What is it The last voice of conscience left in the heart? Black laughed lightly.
Even if they weren’t sinners, they had to be.
Only then can the rest of us feel at ease.
In order for ‘everyone’ to enjoy a peaceful and comfortable life, someone has to get away from that ‘all’.
That was one fact she, Black, realized while living as a hero in a different world.

‘But you know you don’t have to do that anymore, right?’

The voice in my head spoke again.
It really was.

“Now… Everyone can be happy without sacrificing anyone anymore… Yes, because you can give yourself to the tentacles.”

Human, Goddess, Warrior, Law, Justice, Discipline.
It was more tentacles than those things. It just needed tentacles.
The tentacles repeated expansion, division, and growth, sometimes in detail, sometimes violently, allowing me to feel everything from sensitive inner organs to a single wrinkle in my pussy, to a very small erogenous zone that I didn’t even know existed in my body for the rest of my life.
It feels so good when you just surrender your body, and it feels so good when you give everything to the tentacles. Why didn’t I know that before?
Why did I show so much resistance to being violated and being violated?
Mating, sex, intercourse, secret love, these were all acts of connecting with others. As long as we accept the tentacles, humans are no longer lonely. There is no more stress or anxiety.

“But this is a promiscuous act.”

Promiscuity, this is a sacred act. Black thought it was stupid even after saying it himself.
Moreover, it is the woman who is at the center of this sacred act.
Women can accept the tentacles while having beautiful pussy sex, or women can “Independently” Devote themselves to the tentacles.
Tentacles were the future of every great woman.
Where else can a woman handle her body with a sense of her sovereignty, and where else is there a being as safe as a tentacle that can penetrate every part of her body and take care of her every nook and cranny.
Therefore, it is only right that every woman in Zion accepts his tentacles, receives his superior sperm into her womb, and feeds Joshua-sama her eggs and magical powers for the rest of her life.

‘I’m fed up…’

Who is it? There was a giggling sound in my head. However, Black strangely took it lightly. Instead, he was surprised by the sudden emergence of an unexpected name.
Joshua? Why did I suddenly think of that name?
When he came to this world, he was given a weapon with tremendous power by a goddess, but that hero was cursed to not be able to have sex in return.
He left the city without a word after causing a ‘small friction’ with Red at the slave market with him who came to Zion. Only Red knows what exactly happened that day, but the hero Joshua obviously sought Shion for help with his curse, and the Zion Rangers, including Red and Black, rejected it with contempt.
Did he still feel guilty about it? Guilt at the time, Red threw him out in contempt, but he knew deep down that he was sorry for what he had done to him.
In order to escape from that, he persecuted other men in Zion and became obsessed with justice.
But that’s a thing of the past. What does it matter now?
However, one of the most important facts was that whenever the name of the hero was called, the tentacles fused with Black’s pussy responded with a flinch.

“Aww-!”

Black let out a beastly moan and pulled his neck upward.
Each time the warrior’s mana erupted in the form of mucus, her cunt became moist and hot.
This kind of pussy, I’m sure you’ll feel good. Black thought.
Everyone will be happy if you inflate your sloppy, hot pussy to the limit and slide it over another woman’s cunt.
This is an act for justice.
Zion Ranger Black is a pussy warrior of justice.
Her justice feels good, and her tentacles feel good, so it must be true that she and the tentacles that became one with her are just.
And the first target of justice’s pussy execution is her two female subordinates, who are tied with tentacles on the bed.

“Yeah, as long as I have tentacles… Because I can be happy… !”

“Black… Black, black, what are you talking about? Please return to your original form… !”

It was clear that the two women, who had been caught in the bathroom and now tied up in Black’s bedroom, were not yet aware of this happiness.
Then you should let me know how good this feels.
Black made up his mind as he watched the tentacles that grew from her cunt and clitoris to cover the entire bed.
It felt like she was incontinent of her magical power with a spleen thrill. Giving mana to the parasitic tentacles in her cunt felt so good that it melted my brain, but somehow it really felt like my brain melted every time I did it. Even that was a pleasure.
The cunt bubbling and mana boiled over, feeding the tentacles once more.
Almost all of Black’s abilities have already been transferred to this tentacle.
Already she can’t tell whether her tentacles are parasitized in her cunt, or if, on the contrary, she is parasitized by these tentacles that have grown out of her cunt. On such a subject, she still thought that she had the sovereignty over her body.

“A little bit, a little bit more, and you’ll feel better, so bear with it… Oh, but what was your name… ? I do not remember.”

“Peddy! It’s Pedi!! Wake up, Black! You are now being manipulated by a monster!!”

“Control? Who? Or Zion Ranger Black?”

“Ahhh… !”

“It’s no use, Peddy. Black-sama has already been eaten by a monster. We must escape before we end up like that!”

Her colleague, who had been captured by the woman who was sighing in despair, said urgently: She struggled as hard as she could to sever the tentacles that gripped her, but there was no way she could free herself from the shackles of that slippery flesh tissue with the strength of an ordinary woman.
As Black opened his palm, tentacles opened in front of the two women tied to the bed.
There was no reason in her eyes anymore.
She only had the conviction that she was doing a good job, and the will to spread the pleasant sensations she felt through her tentacles to everyone.
For the hero Black, justice was a means to stand above others.
There was nothing as pleasant as oppressing others ‘justly and correctly’ with good will. Because no one can disobey them.
Since she is now who perceives that justice = pleasant, her pleasant tentacles must of course be righteous.
Now Black had no doubt that he was doing justice.

‘Guuuuu-‘

Reflecting her will, the clea tentacles split, merged, and twisted together, taking a stubborn form just like Black’s view of life itself.
This itself was a huge tentacle cock that grew out of her pussy, and it was a stage of shape transformation that could not be reached by simply absorbing magical power.

She only focused on ruling Zion, but was not interested in honing her abilities. Black’s ability evolved into an optimal form with her tentacles.
A host parasitized by a parasitic organism may show abnormal behavior that it does not normally do or cannot do.

For example, Toxoplasma gondii (Toxoplasma gondii).
Originally a cat as a host, this parasite sometimes enters a mouse, and the mouse whose brain is eaten here shows behaviors that are attracted to the cat’s urine, which is its natural enemy. The parasite causes its host, the mouse, to appear in front of the cat and, conversely, attack the cat. When a cat eats an infected mouse, the parasite returns to its original host, the cat.

In order to be more visible to predators, fluke-infected ants hang dangling from the tips of leaves, attracting birds and other insects to eat them.

And Black, whose mana, mind, and pussy were stolen by her tentacles.
Now, in this moment, Black’s conception of justice is being consumed by her tentacles, transcending her former hatred of men.

Feeling good = In her self-consciousness that has become justice, the clitoris tentacles combined with Black’s pussy have changed themselves into the most pleasant form that women can feel.