I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 304

## Chapter 304 – The Monarch of Monsters (6)

Enic, the lewd World Tree.

Of course, with my current level, it might be more accurate to call it a hothouse flower rather than a World Tree, but that didn’t diminish the value of the name Enic.

In the past, humanity had to endure considerable damage every time they tried to eliminate Enics.

Just looking at the Enic outbreak in Chaoxing a decade ago, a large city was destroyed, and only after deploying the best forces were they able to completely eradicate the Enic.

What could this being, who instinctively saw males as prey and females as seed-bearers, possibly fear?

Yet, the fact that it existed before my eyes filled my mind with questions.

“……”

Wavy hair of deep indigo, like looking into the deep sea.

A beauty that evoked a sense of incongruity, as if it were not of this world.

Clear eyes reminiscent of amber gemstones, with vertical pupils.

As it stared down at me, observing me, I, possessed by the Kernel Worm, was faced with a bizarre phenomenon where my body wouldn’t move.

‘It knew I was here…?
Underground…? There’s no way it could have detected me…?’

How glorious had the Kernel Worm’s track record been until now?

It was the rat in the saying, “The walls have ears.”

Moreover, they were the ones who dug deeper than moles, burrowing anywhere, sensing vibrations from underground, and carrying out espionage operations.

That was why Laratina, who had always protected herself by hiding her secrets and concealing her weaknesses, was easily cornered.

No matter how secretly they planned to pressure the Floras, Vivian would always preempt them, having seen through everything in advance.

Conversely, their business secrets, meant to benefit them, were exploited, turning them into sightseeing attractions.

What good did it do to be mindful of one’s surroundings and employ only trustworthy individuals?

If there was a being that eavesdropped on everything said, constantly leaking information from the middle without them knowing, how could they possibly avoid an enemy they couldn’t even detect?

In any case, the greatest advantage of these Kernel Worms was their concealment.

It was safe to say that, until now, no one had ever detected their presence underground.

Currently, there was only one exception: a red-haired woman named “Lucia,” who was known as a talented swordswoman.

Even she only felt a strong sense of unease and checked to see if something was there, but she didn’t properly grasp the entity itself. The Kernel Worm was unparalleled in its stealth.

But to notice such a Kernel Worm, break through the tiles on the floor with bare hands, and grab the underground Kernel Worm with bare hands?

‘Isn’t it usually taken care of at the tile level…?’

Let’s say she noticed because she was a rare type of demi-human, and her hearing was exceptionally good, allowing her to hear the sound of digging underground.

But how could a girl of that age break through tiles with her bare hands?

To break through hard tiles that would be considered miraculous if even a scratch was made with a fingernail, and grab the underground Kernel Worm with bare hands, was simply nonsense.

Although the setting of this world was fundamentally close to the Middle Ages, the “alchemy” of this world was not something to be ignored.

It was said to be the study of creating gold, but alchemy was the study of the overall phenomena that occurred when elements were mixed, synthesized, and split.

And through such research, one could apply the discovered phenomena to everyday life.

From pottery made by simply molding and drying mud scooped from the riverbank, to pottery made with only fine mud after removing pebbles, to pottery mixed with straw to increase its formability, and then to pottery hardened by firing, and even ceramics with increased durability by applying glaze and firing.

How many innovations in daily life had been achieved through technological advancements in my previous life?

It would be a mistake to dismiss ordinary tiles, as there had been steady advancements in the tiles used for flooring.

To break through highly durable tiles and end up with only a bit of dirt on one’s hands was astonishing.

Whether it was fortunate or not, Greta, who had been chewing, tearing, and tasting(?) the Kernel Worm in her hand for a while, dropped it on the floor and headed somewhere else.

Only then was I, freed from the oppressive feeling that had been consuming me, able to quickly dive back into the hole I had been dragged out of and burrow back underground.

‘Haa… she just took it out to look at it…?’

I was momentarily intimidated by Greta’s actions, which, as Vivian said, were impossible to understand. With a small sigh, I began to dig again, following her.

Following the warning not to go outside, she wandered around the brothel, helping with tasks assigned by her superiors.

It seemed that what she was most interested in this time was the brothel’s specialty (??!), the Bull-Man.

“Oook…!! Ooooh!! Oook!! Uhooo♡”

“You like this, you bitch!!
I know everything without you having to drip like that!!”

Compared to before, the Bull-Man’s clientele had decreased significantly.

As Vivian changed the Floras’ operating policy, the Bull-Man went from being the Floras’ biggest source of income to an ordinary male prostitute earning slightly below average…

Of course, the Bull-Man, who had been on the verge of dying from Vivian’s “revenge-fucking,” couldn’t possibly resist whatever she tried to do.

Rather, he had learned the humility of lowering his dick, and his arrogance had somewhat subsided.

“Becoming human and still being so clumsy!!
Well, seeing you grovel at the sight of a demi-human’s dick, you must be an inferior race!!”

“Ungoot♡ Y… Yes…!!
Before your magnificent dick… Ungaaat♡”

Still, since the concept of a large-dicked demi-human master was his main catchphrase, it seemed he was sticking to the parts he needed to.

It would be enough if he didn’t do anything as ignorant as bringing all the money-making items from home, right?

Instead, he had adopted a new concept of a “harem” with multiple women at once, and he was always surrounded by women.

“Aaaang…!! Me toooo…♡
Give me your dick toooo♡♡♡”

“How dare you open your mouth without permission.
And you, an inferior race, dare to speak?
You should be howling like a pig!!”

A woman who had been restless next to the woman being fucked while kneeling before the Bull-Man clung to him, asking him to do her too.

In response, the Bull-Man, pulling his dick out of the woman he had been fucking, grabbed the guest’s hair in anger.

“Kkeueungeuk!! Ohohk♡!!
Buhi… Huhihik♡♡♡”

The woman, straddling the Bull-Man in a reverse cowgirl position, had her hair grabbed like a leash as she wailed like a pig.

Each time the Bull-Man grabbed her small breasts with both hands and pushed and pulled them like handles, her body, pushed and pulled back and forth, was repeatedly swallowing and ejecting about half of the Bull-Man’s dick.

How much was the Bull-Man’s dick, which even I with my large and beautiful tentacles thought was far beyond the size of an ordinary human, scraping against her vaginal walls?

The woman’s pig-like wails, which at first seemed deliberate, soon became genuine, animalistic screams.

Greta’s gaze didn’t change particularly as she watched the human woman, but it was clear that she was becoming more and more interested in real-time.

How did I know?

‘When she’s focused, she doesn’t even seem to breathe…’

Greta was staring inside through the keyhole, without a single twitch.

Eventually, whether she felt something or not, she slowly lowered her hand from the keyhole towards her groin, at that very moment.

“Ugh…!! You can’t……!!
No…!! No!!”

Fortunately, Lanie, who was bringing a stack of towels, discovered the scene and dropped the towels she was holding, snatching Greta away.

“I told you to stay still…!?
You can’t peek at things like that…!!”

Lanie quickly took Greta to the counter, scolding her and poking her on the crown of her head with her chin. It was so reassuring.

Thanks to that, Greta’s expression seemed to become even more indifferent, but emotional education was important.

‘But it’s definitely hot……’

The vibrations coming from beyond the door depicted the Bull-Man’s harem.

As the woman who had been fiercely fucked had rolled her eyes and collapsed, the Bull-Man once again thrust his dick into the vagina of the woman who had been kneeling on the bed.

Each time the woman’s short, wavy silver hair was crushed against her vagina, her back arched like a bow, and a half-hoarse, helpless scream flowed from her throat.

‘If I had a human form, would such a thing be possible?
Being born as a plant is the problem, but can’t be helped?
I’m enjoying myself enough as it is.’

So, I turned around again and swam through the ground, digging towards the counter where Greta had been dragged by Lanie.

From the other side of the door next to me, in the Bull-Man’s room, the silver-haired woman who had been screaming while being pinned down by the Bull-Man on the bed.

“Oheuk… Oot…!! Uueeut… Ook… Oook…!!”

While writhing in pleasure, she accidentally touched the bag she had brought while trying to grab the bedsheets, knocking it over sideways.

The contents spilled out from the opening of the bag that had fallen under the bed, half-hanging on the opening.

Unaware of the tears of pleasure and saliva droplets falling onto the neatly folded uniform.

Only the sounds of the Bull-Man slapping the woman’s buttocks and the inhuman screams coming from her mouth filled the room, as she was being destroyed by the Bull-Man’s dick.

“Unghok♡ More… More……
Ohohk…!! Otok!! No… No way…!!
Vagina… Bro… Breaking……!!
Jus… Just a… Little more…♡♡♡”

It seemed that learning to steal late wasn’t just a story for one person.

There couldn’t be only a few women in the world who rejoiced as their cervix was crushed.

And while she was helplessly screaming in pleasure.

A woman who had entered the outskirts of the royal capital, looking exhausted, was passing through the commoners who were lined up for inspection and entering the city.

“Hey… Hey!! You there, stop for a moment!! Inspection in progress……!?”

She brushed past a soldier who was blocking her way, showing him a badge she possessed.

“Huuu…… Finally back……
How great would it be if this was a vacation…?”

“Not Pengrad or Brunberg……
Hey!! Did a large wyvern flying in the sky not come here?”

Entering the royal capital and looking around, she seemed surprised by the unexpectedly peaceful appearance of the royal capital.

When she grabbed a nearby soldier and asked him a question, the soldier widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows as he replied.

“Some pieces of flesh fell from the sky a while ago?
Was that a wyvern?”

“It was already over……? Haa… I wonder if I came for nothing……
Oh well, whatever!! Since I’m here, I should have some fun!!
The royal capital calls to me!! Ahahaha!!
I wonder how much our disciple has grown? Should I go see her?”

Whether the sound of someone sneezing “Achoo!!” somewhere was just my imagination, I didn’t know.

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