I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 1

## Chapter 1 – That God Bastard Is a Real Son of a Bitch

“Aaaah!! Hngh…!! No!! Noooo!!”

Life, it’s really nothing special.

As you live, humans develop goals, and once you have a goal, you struggle with all your might, using effort and luck to achieve it no matter what.

“I don’t want this!! I don’t want to give birth to a monster’s child like this!!”

And the result of that desperate, life-or-death struggle was this idiot, faintly reflected in the black part of the monitor screen.

Me, a typical salaryman you could find anywhere, with a decent amount of savings and almost done paying off the mortgage.

“Heeeyaaah!! It’s coming inside!! It’s laying its eggs inside me!!”

Me, a pseudo-hikikomori who rushes home as soon as the tiring day and troublesome routine are over, spending my own time until I go to sleep.

I was just taught to study by adults, and because of my timid personality, I’ve never stood out anywhere, just a common shut-in.

Of course, I lost all the guys I could call friends a long time ago, and since I’m a loner at work too, naturally, I’ve never met a woman.

If I have any pride left, it’s that I’ve never slept with a woman I had no feelings for at a hostess bar.

Instead, I sometimes get hurt by the looks of disgust from women on the street, and just spend the day feeling listless.

So today, I came home, cracked open a can of beer, and just wasted time watching internet broadcasts and JangTube videos on my phone.

No more passion, no more hope, just days flowing by, a peaceful life without stimulation.

Just living like this, and then dying when the time comes, that kind of boring life.

“Hic…!! My stomach… my stomach……!!”

And most of those boring days usually ended with me sitting in my room, watching carefully selected porn or hentai, and jerking off.

After finishing that daily routine, I’d fall asleep, wake up the next day, prepare for work, and become the me who lives another suffocating day.

Spending another hard day, meeting no one, having no one to make each other happy, just spending time alone.

That’s why the stimulation of the tentacle porn I turned on today, on a whim, might be making me feel a little more alive, at least in this moment.

“Ugh…!! It’s… tearing……!!”

In my empty pupils, sitting in front of the monitor, I could see a monster with a body bigger than a person, its sticky, soft, and tough tentacles wrapped around a naked woman.

The woman, bound by the tentacles and forced to spread her legs, was looking down at the tentacle laying the monster’s eggs in her womb through her vagina, her face full of terror and her eyes filled with fear.

And then she screams.

“I don’t want to die like this…!! Hngh… Please, someone…!!”

Now, if the baby hatches from the egg in the woman’s swollen belly, she’ll die with her stomach torn apart, so maybe it’s a natural reaction as a human.

Of course, they won’t show that part, it’ll just end with the woman in despair.

Thin trails of tears flowed from her teary eyes, and she shook her head weakly, as if trying to escape from reality.

“Someone… anyone… please…”

What she needed was one last hope.

One last hope that things could get better in this situation.

Not just a toy and a seed-bearer to satisfy the monster’s lust, but a life where she’s loved by a man who cherishes her as a human, as a woman.

Maybe the happiness of carrying the fruit of love with someone precious instead of a monster’s egg filling her belly, and waiting for that child to be born while humming a tune.

But there was no one to help her, at least not inside that monitor.

Perhaps vaguely aware of that fact, she closed her eyes tightly and dropped her head.

With her lips tightly pressed together, she opened her empty eyes slightly, like me, and muttered her last words, and I shuddered and spewed sticky white fluid onto the monitor.

A poignant catharsis mixed with pain, sadness, and injustice.

In that scene, one of the few moments that let me know my heart was still beating, I pressed the pause button as I was about to clean up, and a black screen appeared on the monitor.

The pure white subtitles, strangely out of sync, remained on the black, shining monitor even while I went to the bathroom.

And thinking that I had to live another day, I didn’t even turn off the computer after cleaning up, and curled up on the bed, embarking on a short journey towards that meaningless tomorrow.

[I wish… someone would just… kill me……]

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“So… I’m not sure if I understood correctly.”

“You understood correctly…
I’m sorry… and I’m sorry for your loss…”

A beautiful world that I thought I’d never have a connection to was unfolding before my eyes.

Angels that I thought were just fantasies were really flying around, and a beautiful woman wearing a stola that looked like it came from ancient Greece or Rome was facing me.

“You’re dead…”

How many women besides my mother have looked at me with eyes that weren’t filled with disgust?

In that sense, this woman in front of me was a truly unique person.

She waved her hand in the air, and then showed me a mirror, similar to a glass window, floating in the air.

“There wouldn’t have been any pain… but it was a terrible death…”

And the scene in that mirror was truly terrible.

Hit by a 10-ton truck with broken brakes, crushed on the ground like a squashed tomato, unable to even maintain its shape, scattering red juice on the asphalt.

And yet, the fact that I was the only casualty was almost laughable.

But even while looking at that scene, I couldn’t think of anything.

It felt like I was watching someone else’s death.

No, I should at least feel sorry for someone else’s death.

My mind, only thinking ‘I see,’ was twisted, seriously twisted.

Or maybe I had already given up deep down.

In the first place, it’s an error for such a worthless piece of trash to be in beautiful heaven, which doesn’t suit his filthy self, instead of hell.

The woman, who had been silently watching me staring blankly at the mirror, carefully opened her mouth and began to say something that seemed to be the main point.

“You… your life, which has gone through several cycles of reincarnation, has only two left.
After that, your soul will be completely annihilated.”

“Yes.”

“So now you have to live your next life.
In a new world, as a new human.”

“Yes.”

The woman, hearing my dry, curt reply, lowered her gaze for a moment, and then looked back up at me with pity, as if she thought I was in shock and not in my right mind.

“If you were given the chance to live a life… what would you want to be…?”

And as her plump lips moved and began to make a suggestion to me, I answered it without a moment’s hesitation.

“A tree. I just want to stand still.”

A tree that wouldn’t be hurt by anyone until it was cut down for firewood, and wouldn’t feel pain even if it was hurt.

I wanted to be a tree that was just living as it always had.

Then surely, in the next life, I wouldn’t have to live suffering from things that never existed in the first place.

The woman’s eyes widened at that, and she grabbed my arm slightly, as if flustered.

“Um… wouldn’t you want to live a more valuable life?
Do something you haven’t been able to do before…
Or be a hero that everyone looks up to…”

“I’ll just be a tree.”

“So… rather than that, your one and only life… should be more valuable…”

The woman, looking at me with pity, shook my arm and cried out as if begging.

Don’t value yourself so low, cherish yourself, something like that.

Maybe the goddess in front of me felt sorry for my life and wanted to take care of me so that I could live a brighter and more beautiful life.

Value. What makes me valuable?

For the first time, I could feel my heart having a human emotion.

It was none other than anger.

My worthless, insignificant life.

Maybe it was a defense mechanism to protect myself from looking back on it.

And so, at that moment, as if exploding everything about my insignificant life, I began to lash out at the woman.

“What’s a valuable thing to do!
If you lived like me, it would be a worthless life?
I didn’t even deserve to live?
Even you wouldn’t want to live like me!
That’s why I hate it all!”

“C-calm down a little…”

“I’ve never been loved by anyone!
I was just lucky if I wasn’t hated!
Everyone else has done it, but I’ve never even fucked!
I’m a virgin who’s never even held a woman’s hand!
Does that make me look worthless? Do you feel sorry for me!”

I know that this woman didn’t mean it that way.

But even while seeing her expression, wanting to comfort me but not knowing what to do because she was afraid I’d get hurt, I couldn’t help but continue to complain.

“So… it’s better to just be dead……
But if I can’t even die… then please let me be a tree……
Because I don’t want to live that kind of life anymore…”

The woman’s face, showing an expression as if she was about to cry even though it wasn’t her problem, at my words that contained the accumulation and compression of a lifetime of resentment.

Looking at her, shining like a beautiful work of art in itself, I was reminded of the tragic heroine in the tentacle porn I had watched last night, who provided catharsis.

But perhaps that kind of imagination wouldn’t be known unless I told her, the woman bowed her head to me and began to whisper in a sad voice.

“I… I understand…
You… you will become a tree…
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more…”

Whispering softly in my ear and turning around, she slowly began to walk forward.

And seeing her shoulders shaking as she walked forward, I felt an unnecessary discomfort in my heart.

The woman’s figure, sobbing as she walked forward, gradually became blurred, and my vision began to turn pure white.

I could instinctively tell that I was going to disappear from this place, that this was a sign that I was disappearing to become a tree, as the woman had said.

‘I wanted to at least try having sex with a woman.
Well, it’s too late now.’

Suddenly, I was scared.

Of the path I had chosen, tired of the repetitive, numb life.

The groundless fear that the path I had chosen might be the worst path.

But now, there was nothing more I could do.

I couldn’t ask the woman for anything, or even abandon my petty pride and beg.

Unable to do any of that, having already missed the opportunity, I closed my eyes and just fantasized, turning my back on the world that was fading to white.

‘Or… could things be a little different?
Maybe I’ll get along with the neighboring trees…
Something I couldn’t do before……
Maybe… I could do it……’

And so, I became a tree.

But if there was one thing I didn’t expect at all, it would be just one thing.

“Giggle!!”

“Did you see the guy in Class B? Isn’t he cute?”

“Eek!! What are you talking about!!
I think he’s kind of cute, actually…”

“Kyaa!! What do I do!! Her face is red!!”

‘What the hell is going on.’

What awaited me, quietly blooming, was not a deep, lush, and quiet forest, but a flower bed in some kind of noisy private school.

This place, where chaotic sounds tormented me without a moment of silence.

In the end, unable to endure even half a day, I was so tired of the noise that I ended up uttering a curse that I had never even thought of putting into words.

‘You did this on purpose!! You bitch!!’