I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 28

## Chapter 28 – There’s a Sad Legend in the Magic Building Bathroom

A facility that provides the best magical education, encompassing modern magic engineering and the latest magic knowledge, divided into the Departments of Magic Design Engineering, Magic Application Engineering, and Convergence Magic Engineering.

In a sense, it could be considered the Magic Tower itself. The Magic Building, an annex of Saint Flansina Academy, was filled with the lively chatter of students bustling through the hallways during breaks between classes.

“Haaa…”

One girl, utterly exhausted from today’s mind-numbing lectures on various magical theories, let out a soft sigh, like a weary graduate student, and headed towards the bathroom.

It was fascinating at first, but as time went on, it was the same routine day in and day out: digging, digging, and more digging into research. A monotonous existence.

So worn out in many ways that she wondered if entering the Magic Department was the right choice, the girl stretched her stiff neck as she entered the bathroom.

“I need to graduate soon… damn…”

Finding the bathroom empty, the girl followed the unwritten rule and went to the innermost stall, opening the door to the last toilet, hidden behind a partition.

Locking the door, she finally had her own private space. She lifted her skirt, gathered it to the side, gently pulled down her soft underwear, and settled onto the toilet seat.

“Haaa…”

Having held it in for so long, feeling like her bladder was about to burst, she sighed in relief, finally able to empty herself in peace.

“Professor… please end the lectures earlier…”

Muttering her complaints, she also felt a sense of accomplishment and relief that one lecture was over.

That is, until she felt a stinging sensation at the back of her neck.

“Ouch…! What…?”

Suddenly, she felt like she was losing her balance, her head spinning. She felt herself tilting.

With her remaining focus, she stretched out her arms and pressed against the side wall of her stall and the wall of the next stall, trying to maintain her balance.

She couldn’t help but feel bewildered by this sudden situation, like a bout of anemia that came on that time of the month.

‘But that time isn’t here yet…?’

She couldn’t let go of the walls, feeling like she would fall at any moment. She felt her breathing getting faster and her body getting hotter for some reason. Sensing a strange unease, she looked up.

“Ah…”

An unidentified being was stuck to the ceiling, looking down at her.

The moment she looked at it, it pounced down from the ceiling towards her. Just as she was about to scream,

It covered her face, shoving something round into her throat. She was startled and panicked, but she couldn’t see anything because the being, like a sticky piece of flesh, completely blocked her face.

“H… Hng…!! Hng…!!”

She could barely breathe, like she had an air pocket stuck in her mouth. She still felt dizzy and couldn’t take her hands off the walls.

Tears welled up in her eyes, filled with fear, but even the tears couldn’t escape her eyelids, such was the monster’s impenetrable defense.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to dislodge the being covering her face, but then she began to feel a sense of liberation spreading from her lower body, as if all the tension in her body was being released.

She slowly leaned back, feeling the strength leaving her body. A small, black spider made of flesh was hanging between her legs.

As the spider began to vibrate, the girl’s body, leaning against the toilet tank, also began to tremble, as if gradually heating up.

“H… Hieeot…”

She wanted to say ‘no,’ but she could barely breathe, and her mumbling disappeared into her mouth. Instead, she was overcome by an intense pleasure that drove away even the dizziness, gradually consuming her body.

“Ugh… Ueee… Eeeeee…”

How long had it been since she felt such a stimulating sensation?

Wasn’t it similar to the feeling she had when she first encountered magic, when she conjured fire with a magic circle that appeared at her fingertips?

At some point, she was lost in an unknown pleasure, her body thrashing to the rhythm of the pleasure that stabbed her brain directly from her lower body.

From between her legs, the urine she had been holding back, along with gushes of vaginal fluids, poured out like a fountain, matching the rhythm of her thrashing hips, and were sucked into the strange fleshy monster enveloping her crotch.

“H… Hng…!! Hnngeuuup…!!”

A body that had never been held by a man in its life.

Of course, like other noble young ladies, she had to cherish her hymen as if it were a sacred object, so she couldn’t openly indulge in sexual desires. At best, she had only touched her labia, experiencing superficial pleasure.

But with a bizarre sensation that seemed to suck in her entire lower body below the waist, and a fanfare like fireworks exploding in her head,

She gradually lost even the will to resist, entrusting her body to the unidentified assailant, trembling with the pleasure it gave her.

The attackers, who didn’t let go of her even after time had passed, finally released her after she had reached her climax five times and drained the moisture from her body.

The grotesque creature slowly detached itself from her, eventually releasing her mouth and eyes as well.

In the multiple pairs of eyes of the spider-like creature, only the girl’s dazed face was visible, smiling foolishly with her eyes rolled back, oblivious to the being that had attacked her.

“Gho… Ghosht… Amazhing…”

From that day on, rumors about a ghost began to circulate among the girls regarding the women’s restroom on the first floor of the Magic Building.

“I really… thought I was going to die…
But at some point… I felt so good…”

A ghost of unknown origin would attack girls who were alone, giving them such incredible pleasure that they felt like they could give up on life at any moment, and it appeared in the women’s restroom.

“Come on, that can’t be true, right? Ghosts and stuff are all superstition!”

When such rumors began to spread secretly, female students, who initially didn’t believe them, went to the restroom in droves to confirm that there was nothing there, and then returned, shaking their heads.

“See? Is there anything here?”

“There’s nothing. What kind of era is it where there are ghosts?”

Of course, at first, the suspicion surrounding the rumors seemed to be settled, but as more and more girls began to share their experiences with the ghost, the rumors only grew.

Eventually, one of the girls in the opposition, who denied the rumors, saying that ghosts were nonsense, stepped forward to prove the truth.

“Kyaaak!! Sylvia!!”

“Heeet… Ghosht-nim… My back is breaking…”

And she was eventually found by a close friend in the last toilet stall, passed out and drooling vaginal fluids, in an embarrassing state.

After that, the ghost in the last stall of the women’s restroom seemed to establish itself as a truth beyond a ghost story.

Rather than being a matter of ghost stories or truth, some girls who couldn’t forget the pleasure of that moment occasionally started visiting the first-floor restroom.

If they were young ladies from noble families, they had to cherish their bodies even more, and if they were young ladies from less fortunate families, they had to protect what little they had.

That’s why, if they had never tasted it before, it might have been different, but the significance of a ghost that gave such incredible pleasure without touching their hymen and then disappeared was quite alluring to them.

As some girls, regretting that the last stall where the ghost appeared was already occupied, even started getting attacked by the ghost in other stalls, the rumors spread from the last stall to all the stalls in the women’s restroom.

In this way, the women’s restroom on the first floor of the Magic Building gradually became a sacred place for female students who secretly knew about it.

Of course, it was a truth that was secretly known among the female students in the magic departments, but even if they told the faculty members, they wouldn’t believe them. Besides, even the students who had independently investigated whether there was actually a ghost eventually gave up or were conversely captivated by the ghost’s existence.

“Eungget… Hghueu…”

“Aang…!! Better than a boyfriend…”

“Hheuup… I think I’m gonna die…
Heeu… I’m okay with dying like this…!! Eugeugeuk!!”

As the number of female students seeking it for a bit of deviance increased, the sacred place for female students was almost always full after a long time.

In most cases, they had to go to class during class hours, so they visited the restroom during long breaks such as free periods or lunchtime.

As so many female students visited, there were even cases where they accidentally revealed their secrets to each other and blushed in embarrassment.

“There’s a sad legend in the Magic Building’s first-floor restroom…
It’s the story of a ghost that makes people happy…
There are rules that you must follow if you go in there…”

In this way, along with the false superstitions that arose about the ghost, a tacit agreement began to be reached to prevent each other from blushing.

No visiting the first-floor restroom for ordinary bowel movements, always visiting alone, not in groups, so that you can hide your face, and never peeking at each other while the possession is happening and you are defenseless.

“If you follow those rules, something incredibly happy will happen…
Eueung… to the point where you won’t regret dying right away… Uhoot…”

After all, once the possession starts, you will be possessed until you are in a near-fainting state for a short time, and after that time, the ghost will disappear.

With the tacit agreement between the female students who were obsessed with each other, the safety of the spider’s secret was becoming even more secure.

Only I, who didn’t know about it, was feeling strangely uneasy about the fact that the number of spiders constantly coming and going through the tunnels I had dug in the restroom, bringing back vaginal fluids, was increasing to an extent that was hard to ignore.

‘What is this…?’