## Chapter 11 – Equipped With Steal Function?
However, it didn’t take long to realize that the atmosphere in the academy was unusual.
News of the missing Vivian had apparently spread, and a group of people seemed to be searching for her, rummaging through every nook and cranny.
‘Vivian de Grenot, was it…’
Vivian, the daughter of Marquis Grenot.
As expected, the fact that the Marquis’s daughter had disappeared from the academy overnight seemed to have shocked many people.
“Hngg…!! Ceasar…”
Of course, she was still trapped in the tentacle den under the flower bed, diligently undergoing training, giving birth to spider-leg seeds whose purpose was yet unknown.
But since no one knew that, all sorts of rumors seemed to be circulating within the academy.
“Did you hear about Vivian? She hasn’t come home for two days…”
“I heard she eloped with some guy she was having a forbidden love affair with?”
“No way… that’s not it!! She was definitely kidnapped!!
Vivian doesn’t really like guys, you know?”
What would Vivian think if she heard the voices of those sitting on the bench in front of the flower bed, chattering among themselves?
Even at this very moment, she was fertilizing the roots while dripping obscene vaginal fluids, her vulva being rammed by tentacles, forced to climax.
Thanks to the diligent practice on Vivian these days, I was gradually becoming familiar with her approximate erogenous zones and how to make her climax and release fluids.
If I kept violating her in this way in the long term, I thought that she could continue to produce seeds, as well as be used as a kind of livestock that oozes obscene and nutritious juices.
“My uncle said they searched the entire academy and she’s not there?”
“Hehet… stop it…”
“Scary… Could there really be a kidnapper…?”
“There are no traces of anyone leaving except through the front and back gates, right?
But the gates are all guarded by guards, aren’t they?”
“No more climaxes…”
“Doesn’t that mean it’s someone skilled enough to break through that and kidnap her…?
The Grenots are famous in many ways…
I heard they have a lot of enemies in the political world…”
“What if that’s really the case…?”
“There… keeps getting rammed in there… I’m gonna have a baby… Heeit…!!”
Thanks to the dense roots that made the den almost soundproof, no one except me could hear Vivian’s desperate moans, even from just a few meters away.
The same was true for Vivian, who couldn’t hear the voices of other girls and didn’t even know where she was, being violated by the tentacles.
“Somebody… help…
I’ll… live nicely from now on…
Ugh…!! Euhng!! Heue…”
However, not only was she weakened by the drug, but she was also in a constant state of heat, and she hadn’t even been able to get proper rest.
Every time a little time passed, she would constantly drink the nutrient fluid flowing from the tentacles that were shoved into her throat, discharge it as climax juice, and repeat the process of moistening the roots of the den.
If you only counted the amount of liquid she had discharged so far, it was such a large amount that, in a normal case, you would think she would feel the risk of dehydration.
However, I was just relieved that it was being refilled with a nutrient fluid that felt similar to an ion drink as much as she discharged.
Thanks to that, I was getting a positive effect, drinking her climax juice through the roots and slowly growing…
I wondered how painful the current situation must be for Vivian, that she was even saying that she would reflect and become a good person.
Actually, I did have that thought.
Even if I wanted to meet ‘that woman’ again, was it okay to do something like this?
From the moment I inadvertently saved Anne, I was doing this to survive, but my conscience hadn’t deteriorated to the point where I could be completely unscathed while constantly tormenting a suffering human being.
‘Soon… I should make it so she’s not in pain anymore…’
Vivian, intermittently rolling her eyes back, gasping for breath from her lips that were protruding as if to stick out.
I gently stroked her body, which was trembling like an aspen, with a tentacle, and felt that the scent emanating from her had changed slightly. I then began to flick the tentacle.
‘What kind of smell is this?’
I had definitely smelled a faint but pleasant perfume scent, like that of a young girl, and a unique fluffy soap scent since I first met her.
Now it was a little diminished because of the pungent smell of bodily fluids, but since she had a good base, her original scent didn’t seem to change much.
But as if the atmosphere was changing, as the unique scent emanating from her body changed, I was watching her and inadvertently felt some other instinct stirring.
‘This feels a little different…?’
Vivian’s face, with a slightly darker blush.
And her breasts, which were originally large, but seemed to have swollen a little because she was constantly stimulated while being trapped in a narrow place.
She was still making a crying face, but there was a subtle sexiness flowing there.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was too lewd as I looked at her, and I inadvertently started to slowly push the tentacle towards her again.
“Again… what are you gonna do…?
T-That’s not allowed…
Hic… I’m gonna become weird…”
Why do I feel this way?
It’s like I want to devour her from head to toe.
Or is it a feeling that I want to eat her whole?
But apart from everything else, I knew that this feeling was a kind of instinct.
As one tentacle, inadvertently shot out, dug into Vivian’s vulva, which was weakly spreading her thighs and dripping sticky liquid, Vivian was letting out a cry of excitement, not a scream of disgust this time.
“Hieeuk!!”
Until now, she had always shown signs of resistance before enough foreplay when I violated her, so this was definitely a situation where I couldn’t help but feel strange.
“Hehet… Heheeet…!! Slippery… getting rammed…”
Her face, only able to use simple words as if she had regressed to a child, was filled with an expression of pleasure, a clear sign of heat.
She was arching her back and twisting and turning, emitting a feverish whimper like a cat in heat, so her smooth abdomen, protruding as if to stick out, was slightly bulging, following the shape of the tentacle rummaging inside.
‘So lewd…’
Come to think of it, I think I watched tentacle porn for this kind of taste, but seeing this woman caught by me panting with unbearable pleasure and her insides being deformed was truly giving me a novel taste.
In addition, the fact that a unique action that I hadn’t seen until last time was happening was also greatly amplifying my expectations.
From the tentacle, which was not a normal piston movement, but was rotating her insides like a drill along the rotating shafts on both sides, I began to feel a subtle sensation.
“Eeuht… Euheeet…!! Twisting and digging…!!
I-It’s cheating… if I get this…”
Feeling something strange, I concentrated on the tentacle digging inside her and began to observe what was happening.
‘What is this…?’
Vivian’s cervix, which I had become quite familiar with after seeing it several times.
At the end of my tentacle, which was closely attached to it as if kissing it and supporting the cervix that had come down, a very small and thin tentacle had emerged.
The small tentacle, which looked like an alien’s mouth piercing its prey, wriggled into the cervix and stretched forward, slowly passing through the narrow inner wall.
How many opportunities would a human have to see such a sight with the naked eye?
The inner wall of the uterus, throbbing and wriggling like a living thing, seemed quite narrow because it had become thicker due to ovulation.
In some ways, it was a grotesque sight, but to me now, it was a sight that gave me a sense of wonder, like seeing a new world.
‘A baby is born inside here…’
But admiring that was only for a moment, and the thin tentacle, which seemed to be wandering for a moment in the center of the uterus, soon began to crawl towards somewhere as if it had smelled something.
‘Where is it trying to go?’
Following the sensation of the tentacle that had gone into a corner and started digging into it, I realized that it was the hole connected to the fallopian tube, the road to the ovary.
‘Wait a minute… uh… how far are you trying to go…’
The tentacle’s action of slowly making its way through a very narrow tube.
I was watching it with a worried feeling, but soon I was distracted by Vivian’s actions, who was letting out a flustered scream.
“A-Ah…!! That’s not allowed…!!
That’s my precious thing…
My egg… it’s precious…”
In an instant, I was dumbfounded by her words and began to look at the tentacle’s vision again. I could see that the tentacle, which had already dug about halfway into the fallopian tube, was facing something very small.
‘Y-You don’t mean…?’
I would never have seen it with the naked eye, but if it seemed like that small being that I could barely confirm with the sensation I felt through the tentacle was trembling, was that a delusion?
Vivian’s egg, which had entered ovulation and escaped to the fallopian tube.
Originally, semen would enter the vagina, and sperm would flow into the fallopian tube, causing fertilization and implantation in the uterus, but who would have thought that it would be hijacked in the middle?
By the way, was Vivian’s realization of this due to her sharp intuition as a woman? She was struggling in a situation where her precious thing was being helplessly taken away.
While I was suddenly surprised by her full-fledged maternal instinct (?), the tentacle, which had approached the small cell that was trembling, widened its mouth and swallowed it in one bite.
‘Wow!! What the!! Why are you eating it!! Wait a minute!!’
The tentacle that had swallowed the egg seemed to have done its job, and was slithering out of the uterus without any regrets, like a snake.
And then, at the moment the egg was swallowed, Vivian reached another intense climax and thrashed her waist. From her vagina, the tentacle that had swallowed the egg was sucked back into the original tentacle as if it was being recovered.
“Heue… s-stolen…
My baby egg… was stolen…”
Vivian began to sob and sniffle, shedding tears, whether it was because of the climax or because of the sadness she felt instinctively.
As the tentacle dripped thick juice like thread from her vulva and was eventually left tied to the roots again, Vivian collapsed, exhausted from the excruciating pleasure, and fell asleep as if she had fainted.
“Heukeuk…. Heukkeue…… Heue……”
I watched her for a while as she slept, looking like an angel, and gently wiped the tears that had flowed down her cheeks with a tentacle. I then looked down at the tentacle that had swallowed the egg and began to think.
‘What on earth are you planning to use this for…?’
