## Chapter 303 – The Monarch of Monsters (5)
“Your Majesty… I’ve confirmed she’s asleep…!!”
“Even in the palace…
Is it really okay to send her out?”
Just as Vivian was called ‘Your Majesty,’ the Henias referred to their lair as a ‘palace.’
The problem was the expressions on the Henias’ faces as they spoke, filled with unspeakable anxiety.
Watching them gathered and talking, even I, observing from the sidelines, couldn’t shake off a feeling of unease…
“This is bad for everyone involved, one way or another.
If she were older, there might be other options…
But as it stands, this is the best we can do.”
While the Henias and Vivian, the head of operations, were spending their days troubled, one day, ‘Greta,’ who had already infiltrated deep into the 4th floor prison, was discovered.
The 4th floor prison was where newcomers were confined and conditioned until they succumbed to pleasure and obeyed me (or rather, the tentacles).
Currently, there were no new arrivals, but there was one person serving an indefinite sentence until further notice…
“Oh…♡ Ooh…♡ Hngh♡ Hee…♡
I can’t take any more♡ I’ll get pregnant again♡”
Once the glamorous leader of the cartel, a commoner whose name was known by almost every noble, a captivating woman who set the hearts of many men ablaze.
But where had that past glory gone? Inside a prison made of sturdy tree root bars, her legs spread wide on a tentacle chair, a magnificent invention of the Parasites.
Exposing the tentacle being inserted into her vagina to anyone passing by, Laratina was constantly reaching orgasm.
After being filled with tentacles, she would spread her sticky vagina and give birth to colony members, howling in orgasmic labor.
Was this what it meant to be a slave purely for exploitation?
Her body, which she had tirelessly trained for beauty, health, and happiness through success, was now nothing more than a cum receptacle that no one would even glance at, a low-grade pregnancy factory with no other purpose.
From the moment she woke up in the morning until she fell asleep exhausted at night.
The girl was staring intently at the miserable sight of the tentacle chair’s flesh pressing against her skin, the thick tentacles penetrating her vagina, causing her to make strange noises and reach orgasm, as if observing something fascinating.
“Ugh…♡ Oh…♡ It’s opening up♡
My womb is opening♡”
As another orgasm approached, Laratina mumbled as if her soul had left her body, and Greta, in front of her, watched intently, as if observing something mysterious.
Even when the fluids spurting from Laratina’s vagina splattered on her face several times, she would only close her eyes briefly each time.
She would wipe her eyes with the back of her hand and continue to watch the phallic tentacles being thrust into Laratina’s vagina.
A beastkin girl watching the scene of a tentacle chair penetrating Laratina’s vagina…
‘There’s a limit to curiosity…’
Since the lair was my body, I was the first to detect her movements.
The problem was that I had very few tentacles available to use.
‘Minors are prohibited…?
Shouldn’t you be heading back now…?’
I had no choice but to pull out the tentacle fixed to the tentacle chair and wave it at Greta as if to shoo her away.
‘I said, go back…!?’
Perhaps because it was fixed to the tentacle chair, its range of motion was limited.
Greta simply stared at the waving tentacle, showing only a soulless gaze.
Then, as if something had occurred to her, she blinked and gently lifted the hem of her skirt, at which point.
“I told you not to come here, didn’t I?”
Vivian stopped her and dragged her outside, and Greta, with a seemingly indifferent yet regretful expression, was dragged upstairs.
It was amazing how well she listened the moment someone told her not to do something.
The problem was that no matter how hard-working Vivian and the Henias were, they couldn’t stop her from disappearing like a ghost if they took their eyes off her even for a moment.
‘How does she manage to outsmart those guys who find hidden people and split them in half…?’
Moreover, Vivian, having just discovered the girl lifting her skirt, was lost in thought as she walked away, holding the girl’s hand, thinking that things really couldn’t continue like this.
She had brought her here by her own choice, and she tried to take care of the beastkin children as much as possible to boost the Henias’ morale, but this was a bit too much.
She took her back to the lair’s kindergarten, and soon after, it was mealtime again.
She meticulously sucked on the tentacle, lapping up the flowing nutrient solution as if licking semen.
Then, she subtly turned her eyes and glanced sideways at her with her vertically slit pupils.
Seeing Greta starting to read someone’s expression for the first time, Vivian’s eyes narrowed slightly as she forced a smile.
“Are you… challenging me right now…?
She’s quite the opponent…?”
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.
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‘Are you taking her already?’
“Yes. She seems to be ‘learning’ quickly.”
‘That means, of course…?’
“Of course. I’m going to give her errands to run.”
Thinking about it, that was true.
The girl’s characteristic was that she could easily imitate what she saw.
Of course, whether that involved an understanding of the actions was something to consider…
‘Child characteristics: underdeveloped thinking, poor physical control.’
There was a reason why children were called children.
Children were children because their thoughts and actions themselves were immature.
Unlike adults, who had lived long enough to become skilled at moving their bodies, children’s bodies did not move as they intended.
Therefore, they had difficulty performing precise tasks, had trouble controlling their strength, and were prone to accidents and injuries.
In the midst of all that, even their thoughts were immature, so how difficult would it be for their bodies to keep up?
‘Normally, this would be unimaginable.’
She should have been content with just gulping down the nutrient solution, but instead, she was licking the base of the tentacle as if begging for semen, making the tentacle angry.
It was as if she was a prostituted in her second life, showing off skilled tongue movements.
The problem wasn’t that she was good at it from the start, but that she had gradually accumulated skills by watching the Henias from the sidelines.
Seeing Vivian looking at the girl with an unusual gaze, I couldn’t help but worry, as if she sensed my anxiety.
‘Taking a “girl who’s good at sucking dick” to a “brothel” to make her “work.”’
Even the choice of words to form the sentence was too lewd.
‘But since there’s no disagreement that we need to do something…
Maybe if she sees how people live, she’ll learn something else…’
Of course, Vivian would be in control of Greta, but I could also monitor her with kernel worms and spiders.
Greta’s first time leaving my lair at Vivian’s suggestion was only four days after she arrived.
Considering that no one had ever left the lair so quickly, it could be considered remarkable in a way.
I started following Greta, who had reached the brothel holding Vivian’s hand, with a kernel worm.
‘She’s good at mopping…?’
It wasn’t just that she couldn’t communicate at all; Greta diligently performed the actions she was shown.
“Is she a new recruit? Wow~ She’s pretty?”
“She doesn’t do that kind of work.
If you touch her, the madam might kill you?”
“Haha… I just meant it that way…!!
I just meant she’s as pretty as a doll?”
The girl, who was wiping the floor above my head, or rather, the kernel worm’s head, until it was smooth, had somehow gained some know-how.
The way she blew on the floor and scrubbed it until it squeaked revealed that she was applying a surprisingly delicate amount of force, which could be felt through the pressure on the floor.
“Eek…!! One tile is so shiny it’s blinding…!!”
“Ahaha… Greta…?
You shouldn’t just clean one…
You have to clean the others too…?”
‘She doesn’t need to clean it that thoroughly…?’
Well, you could say she lacked finesse, but Greta’s bizarre behavior continued…
“The… the fork……!!
I just washed it…
But the surface is shining……!!”
“Who made the bed…?
It’s so… perfectly made… I don’t want to lie on it…!!”
“A bird flew into the window and died…!!
It must have thought there was no glass……!!”
Vivian, seeing Greta doing her assigned tasks with a blank expression, seemed to be having a lot of thoughts as well.
In Vivian’s office, located in the very center of Floras.
I, possessing a spider, emerged from her vagina and was able to talk to Vivian, who was sorting through documents.
Her eyes were fixed on the documents as she stamped them with her seal to approve them, but she was sincerely responding to my questions.
‘How’s Greta doing?’
“She’s definitely good at her work, and she doesn’t slack off.
If you teach her properly…
She’ll do anything well without you having to tell her.
There’s no one better as a messenger.
But…”
‘But?’
“It’s hard to explain in words… Something feels unpleasant.”
‘Unpleasant?’
“That’s why it’s hard to explain in words.
Hmm… Isn’t it strange that a child of that age is so good at everything?
When you think about it, doesn’t it seem odd…?”
‘Maybe… she’s just talented…?’
“The other children her age are all being taken care of by Lanie and Pina.
They’re still awkward with using spoons…
But only she… I don’t understand… It’s like…”
‘Like…?’
“It’s like an adult imitating a child…
Her eyes too…”
Vivian couldn’t bring herself to say, “She keeps showing interest in sexual things that are inappropriate for her age.”
If you took your eyes off her for a moment, she would go to see the Henias spreading their legs for Enic, or she would go to the 4th floor to watch Laratina, who was being conditioned, and tilt her head.
Even Vivian herself, who had come to love the monster Enic and had deviated from the common notions of humans, thought that Greta’s actions were too strange to be considered the actions of a normal child.
‘An adult… imitating a child……’
As I listened to her words, I also felt a sense of awkwardness, so perhaps that was why.
“Hmph… I think we need to watch her a little more…”
I tilted my body and nodded, then jumped off the desk and climbed back down Vivian’s body, slipping back into her vagina.
And the moment I returned to the body of the kernel worm that had been placed to monitor Greta.
“……”
The kernel worm was always buried in the ground.
Yet, the feeling of wind, as if my body had been exposed to the air, was tingling through my body.
The owner of the warm breath blowing in front of my eyes, Greta, was holding the kernel worm in her hand, staring down at me with her slit eyes.
On the tile in front of her feet, there was a hole about the thickness of her wrist, presumably where she had taken me out, as if it had been drilled straight through, creating a skylight.
‘O-oh……?’
She seemed to be her usual self.
Her indifferent gaze, the slight tilt of her head as if she was observing.
‘How… did she know……?’
With a tremor in my body as if facing a predator, my body, held in her hand, was instantly freezing.
