I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 120

## Chapter 120 – The Lost Girl (3)

“Hey, lift your waist properly.”

“Can’t you see she’s out of it? She’s already gone.”

A chaotic atmosphere and a heated room.

Even considering that the outside temperature wasn’t particularly high, the air felt abnormally hot and sticky.

Surrounding a girl staring blankly at the ceiling, the boys were vigorously shaking their hips, releasing their lust onto her body as they pleased.

“Ugh… ungh… Ah…”

“Your grip is weak! Squeeze harder!”

“Ungh!!”

With a smack, Anne, who had been shaking her pupils as if an earthquake had struck while a boy’s cock was in her mouth, was startled by another boy slapping her buttocks.

She squeezed her buttocks with all her might, but eventually lost strength and slumped onto the bed.

However, the boys, who were freely indulging in Anne’s moist and soft flesh and oral cavity, soon recklessly ejaculated their overflowing vigor into her.

Even on the snow-white skin of her navel.

Even on her moist, beautiful lips.

And even in her vagina, which boasted a beautiful crimson mucous membrane without any pigmentation.

The boys’ irresponsibly ejaculated white fluids flowed messily, defiling Anne’s body left abandoned on the bed, and adorning her appearance lewdly.

“She feels different from the other whores? Good work?”

“Ah, that was great. Will she be here if I come again later?”

After thrusting their cocks to their heart’s content, the boys, with Anne left lying face down on the bed, panting, and all the dicks that had pierced her body now gone.

The boys, dressed, chattered excitedly among themselves, and then threw a few coins, all of them gold, in a humiliating manner on the bed where Anne was lying, and rushed out of the room.

Of course, none of the coins were anything but gold, and in fact, the amount of money collected was enough to easily cover the living expenses of her and her sister for two months. The boys were generous.

But perhaps she couldn’t even afford to gather them, Anne, who was barely catching her breath with her face buried in the bedsheets, only slowly closed her eyes as she felt the drug’s effects wearing off and the fatigue washing over her.

With her eyelids slowly closing, tears flowed down her cheeks as her tension eased, and Anne slowly drifted off to sleep with a faint, chilling voice in her ears.

“Nobles, huh…”

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How much time had passed since then?

Anne, who had struggled to lift her fluttering eyelids, could feel herself lying on the bed with tremors covering her entire body, whether it was the aftereffects of the drug or the aftermath of the relentless abuse of her body.

“Ah…”

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt the soft touch of the blanket and the gown wrapped around her body.

And as she deeply inhaled the air, which was well-ventilated and only contained the subtle scent of scented candles, she remembered what situation she was in and flinched, trying to raise her upper body.

But the pain in her waist, as if it would break, made her lie back down on the bed, moaning softly and complaining of pain.

“Ugh…”

“You’re awake.”

A chilling voice that momentarily brushed past her eardrums and resonated in her brain.

Anne, who had let out a small sigh at the voice she had definitely heard somewhere before, turned her head and saw someone with an unforgettable impression sitting on a chair with their legs crossed, reading a book.

Wavy, angular bobbed hair, as if a bundle of silver threads had been cut straight off.

Cold, dark green eyes, as if they didn’t even understand what emotion was.

And even the neat uniform that reflected her true self without filtering anything.

‘The… Public Security Department…’

“You are…”

How could she forget?

On that day when her life was about to be ruined.

After she had killed one of the female students who had tried to lynch her in revenge for Vivian, the investigator from the Public Security Department who had come to investigate her and the scene.

She had thought that everything was over after this woman, Deborah, who had investigated her coldly with an attitude as if she had no interest in anything other than chasing the scent of blood, had disappeared.

In fact, after the testimony and interviews, she had never seen her again, and she was only a witness, and she had sufficiently appealed that she was an innocent victim.

“Long time no see, criminal.”

But why?

There was clear hostility in her eyes as she sat in a chair, crossed her legs, and slowly raised her gaze from the book to stare at her.

As if the events of that time were not over yet, Anne flinched slightly at her gaze, grabbed her trembling body, and struggled to sit up again.

“There are many mysterious things in life where coincidences overlap.
But usually, we call it inevitability when it happens in succession.”

Deborah, slowly turning her gaze away from Anne and fixing her eyes on the book again, began to speak in a chilling voice, as if she were more interested in the book than in her at the moment.

“Following the suspicion of murdering a noble lady, the use of illegal drugs.
Is it a type of aphrodisiac? It doesn’t matter.
You are a perfect criminal.
Now that you’ve caught the eye of an investigator, you are now a suspect, and this place is considered a crime scene.”

“Ah…!! This is…!!
N-No…!! It’s not…!! I…”

“There will be no room for excuses. Anne de Monehen.

According to national law, the punishment for drug offenders is to lower the rank of the nobility by one level.
In the case of the Monehen baronetcy, it will be demoted to commoner.
And since you have been witnessed actually participating in criminal activity, you will not be able to avoid the investigation into the previous suspicion of murdering a noble lady.
This time, you will not be able to escape with the protection of the academy and high-ranking nobles.”

“The academy’s… protection…? What are you…”

Anne couldn’t help but feel confused as earth-shattering news came in and incomprehensible words flooded in.

She was being protected by someone?

And it was related to the academy?

Does that mean that the investigation into her had actually been concluded there because someone had influenced the investigation?

And the fact that it wasn’t a lie was clear from the fact that Deborah’s eyes, which were calmly calling out Anne’s charges, showed displeasure.

But what was important right now was not that.

If she understood what she had done, she couldn’t be thinking so leisurely.

“W-Wait a minute…!! No…!!
It’s not…!! I mean…!!”

The law on illegal drugs is strong in the Groden Kingdom.

In fact, as Deborah said, commoners can be beheaded without a word, and nobles are given a harsh punishment of lowering the rank of the family, which is more important than life.

The crime committed by Anne, the second daughter of the Monehen baronetcy, meant that the family’s lifeline would soon be strangled.

Her parents, who were preparing to make a comeback, and her sister, who had spared no effort for her, would have their status stripped away without knowing why.

At the feeling that a moment’s choice was strangling her again, Anne gasped as if she was suffocating.

She ignored the screams of her creaking body and crawled forward, eventually rolling straight to the floor from the edge of the bed.

Even so, Anne, who couldn’t even scream, regained her senses and quickly crawled forward, grabbing Deborah’s ankle.

“It’s not…!! Sob!!
I’ll explain!! It’s really not…!!
It’s my fault!! Just not my family…!!”

Only high-ranking nobles really have power.

Covering up a crime meant that the family’s power and influence were strong, which meant that it didn’t apply to powerless families like the Monehen baronetcy.

But in fact, Anne herself had only received what was given, and there were many ambiguous points to see that she had actually committed a crime properly.

Even so, in order to overcome the current situation, Anne’s mind was only focused on the thought that she had to do something, even if it meant completely giving up her pride, in order to smooth over the current situation.

“I was wrong…!! It’s my fault…!!
Please, I beg you!! My family doesn’t know anything…!!”

Deborah, who had been quietly watching Anne kneeling down and crying and begging her more easily than she had thought, gently closed the book she was reading.

The moment her dark green eyes, which seemed to contain no emotion, swept over her.

The closed door burst open and a strong voice appeared, as if the real trouble was about to begin.

“It’s something that happened to my disciple.
I think I need to hear about it too.”