I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 13

## Chapter 13 – The Tale of Azure Sorrow (2)

“Where am I…?”

Vivian’s feet touched the ground in the academy’s flower garden, where the stillness of the night lingered.

Realizing she was standing there, carried by the tentacle, Vivian slowly looked around at her surroundings.

She couldn’t help but be astonished that no one had noticed anything during the days she was imprisoned and violated within the tentacle’s lair.

Surely, the screams and moans she involuntarily made during the tentacle’s constant assaults should have been noticeable to someone passing by the flower garden on their way to school, during lunch or dinner, or on their way home.

Of course, the densely woven roots acted as a soundproof barrier, but for her, not knowing that was enough to misunderstand the situation.

“Did no one… look for me…?
No… that can’t be…”

Suddenly, Vivian noticed a large, sunflower-like flower looking down at her. Startled, she stumbled backward and then began to run.

She had finally gained her freedom.

If she lost it now, there might not be another chance.

She didn’t know what that monster was thinking, but it no longer concerned her.

‘If I go back now… I’ll tell them what happened…
I’ll come back to the flower garden and burn that monster…
I’ll make it regret laying a hand on me…’

She could finally go home.

It had been the most terrifying and frightening moment of her life, but somehow, she had escaped it. She started running towards the small mansion where she lived, supported by her family.

Her body, which hadn’t moved for days, protested with muscle aches from the sudden exercise, but her joy at being free was greater. She occasionally stopped to catch her breath, clutching her legs, but continued running towards home.

People around her stared with strange looks at her disheveled state, but she didn’t care.

As long as she returned, she would still be the eldest daughter of the Grenot Marquis family and a loyal descendant.

The thought that her family, worried and searching for her since her disappearance, might be at home made her run faster. She was about to open the iron gate and rush into the mansion when a sharp voice coming from the mansion’s open window stopped her in her tracks.

“What a mess, searching for a little bitch who ran off with some guy!
Not only is it a waste of time, but it’s also tarnishing the family name!
Do you know how many rumors have spread in the past few days? Are you trying to ruin the entire family?”

Vivian recognized the voice.

It belonged to one of the family elders, known for his strict personality and obsession with the family’s interests.

However, he seemed to be under the mistaken impression that Vivian had run away with a man. Vivian was about to step forward to clarify the truth when…

“That’s right, dear~ There’s no need to worry so much about a child like that!
Instead of looking for such a nasty child, I can just give you a kind and obedient daughter, right?”

It seemed her father and stepmother were together. Her stepmother, with a sweet voice, was flattering Vivian’s father, pretending to be concerned. A small cough escaped the elder’s lips.

“She’s just a girl anyway! We already have a grandson, so there’s no need to waste energy searching for her!”

“The elder is right. I gave birth to a son recently, didn’t I?
So, let’s just forget about that troublesome child…
Dear, you should listen to your elders…?”

The stepmother’s voice, whispering seductively in his ear like a temptress, made Vivian grind her teeth. She was about to burst in when she heard another voice that made her freeze.

“Well… I’m just regretting the money we spent raising her…
With that much money, we could have sold her off to a suitable family for a price.
Although she was the daughter of someone I cherished, she was just a maid’s daughter anyway…
It’s not like I had any particular affection for her.”

The words coming from the man she had believed to be her father made Vivian slowly collapse to the ground.

And the fact that her mother, whom she had always thought to be a normal noblewoman, was actually just his maid, was something she had never known until now.

All of it made her heart sink.

Her belief that she was protected by the family and wanted to dedicate herself to her precious family was shattered by the stepmother’s newborn son and her father’s decision to easily abandon her because of her lowly birth.

Even if she opened the door and entered the mansion now, there was nothing left for her.

In the end, Vivian de Grenot, no, just Vivian, was now nothing more than a nobody.

She fled the mansion’s courtyard and began to wander aimlessly, her eyes blurred with endless tears.

‘To someone who is nothing… in the end, no one was on my side…’

After wandering around with blurred vision for a long time, she finally arrived at the academy, where the quiet and solitude of the dark night lingered.

Specifically, in front of a flower garden with an unusually large flower blooming.

‘Rather than those freezing-cold humans…
Wouldn’t you be better…?’

Her steps faltered as she climbed over the flower garden’s fence and walked into the garden.

That being didn’t harm her, only gave her pleasure, and seemed to comfort her in her sorrow.

Vivian began to take off the clothes she was wearing, which had almost dried after being soaked when the tentacle washed them. Small teardrops continued to roll down her cheeks.

“Hold me… like this forever…
Make me, who is nothing… meaningful…”

And before she knew it, Vivian stood naked in front of the large flower that towered over her, her bare skin exposed. She tilted her head up.

She began to look up at the strange flower that seemed to be looking down at her, her eyes filled with resignation.

Now, she would not be happy being embraced by anyone in the world.

Except for that thing writhing its tentacles in front of her.

Slowly, she extended her arms, as if to embrace the flower, and forced a weak smile, as if trying to hide the expression that looked like she was about to cry.

“Now… I don’t care anymore…”

In a time as fast as the blink of an eye.

With a gust of wind blowing through the flower garden, the flower garden in front of which the blue-haired girl had disappeared was left with only the usual tranquility.

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As with any school, St. Flansina Academy has a sad story associated with the school.

A poignant tale of a girl who, despondent after being abandoned by her family, chose to meet her end alone in some unknown place in the academy.

And the all-too-common legend that her ghost sometimes appears and screams.

However, according to the testimonies of those who claim to have heard strange auditory hallucinations on their way to and from school, the scream is not one of pain, but rather one of ecstasy, an obscene moan that is embarrassing to speak of.

Thus, beneath the happy St. Flansina Academy, where the students on the surface lead vibrant school lives, lies a small tentacle lair made of tree roots.

In that vulgar tentacle lair, violated by slippery, wriggling tentacles.

The blue-haired girl, her lewd, naked body trembling with pleasure, once again writhed her hips with difficulty, panting heavily.

Her tears, a mixture of relief, happiness, and resignation, mixed with the sticky, flowing fluids and fell onto the roots, becoming nourishment for someone in nature.

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“Hee… Hngh… Th-that’s good…
M-more… shove it in more…♡”

I had taken a risk and made the choice to let her go, a girl who had given up on life, trapped in despair by her devastated emotions.

But I don’t know what happened, Vivian eventually returned to me. I quickly took her back into the lair before anyone could see her.

At first, I was surprised to see her crying in front of the flower garden when she returned, but compared to before, her attitude of rushing in more actively and seeking pleasure seemed to have changed greatly.

Now, the reason I restrain her is not because I’m worried about her escaping, but because she keeps chasing after the tentacles and bothering me to violate her. So, when I’m thinking, I tie her up to make her stay still.

She was so sad about losing her virginity that I used the tentacle’s healing ability to regenerate her hymen. But in the end, it was my tentacle that took that hymen away again.

“Hngh… Th-thick…!! My womb is being violated again…!!”

When her virginity was broken again, she flinched for a moment, but soon she accepted my tentacle again and began to twist her hips to gain even greater pleasure. I was rolling the tentacle around with a dazed feeling, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

‘Should I be happy…?’

I don’t know if she trusts me now or not.

Of course, in a way, the answer may already be there, since she made the choice to return to me knowing what kind of being I am.

However, looking at her pleasure-filled expression, I could feel her happiness in enjoying only the pleasure given by the tentacles without any fear.

“Hehet… I’ll give you my precious egg…
It’s the best thing I can give you…
Eat it deliciously… Hngh…”

Through her, I was also able to realize the new fact that up to five eggs can be harvested from a woman’s ovulation period…

But I can’t help but be concerned about what happened to her.

Her eyes, as if in love, were fixed on the tentacle buried in her vulva. Her body twisted in the depravity of having her eggs stolen. She was like a female who had given herself over to pleasure.

“Hngh!! Ahh!! It’s being stolen!!
Hngh!! You’re eating it deliciously…!! Ugh…!!”

Finally, a sweet moan of pleasure flowed from her lips, echoing throughout the lair.

Soon after, her limbs were bound to the tree roots, and her lips were sealed with a tentacle that supplied nutrients. Only then did her moans in the lair begin to subside.

Even though she was imprisoned and lost her freedom, the expression on her face, which no longer lost its smile, was that of an ecstatic and lewd livestock.