Chapter 126

Chapter 126

126: Deficiency – H

-Squelch! Squelch!

The familiar sound of water echoes in my ears. The sound of discharged vaginal fluid rubbing against the tentacles. How long have I been listening to this? Perhaps it’s fortunate that I can still hear it. Thanks to the Yin Demon Art, no matter how long I’m violated, my body willingly accepts it. I leak vaginal fluid like an endless spring, tirelessly caressing the tentacles inserted into my vagina. If I hadn’t learned martial arts, my vulva would have been raw long ago. “Ugh, uuph!?” Even when I try to moan, I can’t release it satisfactorily. The smooth tentacles filling my mouth only allow me enough air to not suffocate, while they move back and forth inside.

-Trickle.

Salty secretions from the tentacles drip from my lips. The droplets slowly trickle down my neckline, tickling my skin. But I can’t fully concentrate on the sensation tickling my neck. “Hoo-goo-uuph!?” An intense current runs down my spine to the tip of my head. The shock and pleasure of being penetrated throughout my body by the tentacles courses through my nerves, reaching my extremities and heating my body. “Hoo… ooh… hoo-ooph….” Four times? Or five? I don’t even know how many orgasms I’ve had anymore. “Kwee-ee!!” I’ve been thoroughly ravaged by the tentacle monster before me. I feel pathetic for deciding not to use the Essence Absorption Art. My vagina is already filled with Laufer’s tentacles, and my uterus has reached its limit, filled with Laufer’s fluids.

-Gurgle.

Despite that, Laufer is ejaculating inside me again. In my lower abdomen, a lukewarm liquid, I don’t know how many times it’s happened, drums against my insides. But the sensation isn’t just inside my vagina. “Hoo-geu, heu-heu….” Laufer’s tentacles, as if not discriminating against any hole, have entered my ass as well. Originally an organ for excretion, I was conditioned long ago to accept a man’s cock in my anus and feel pleasure. The foreign sensation of the tentacles inserted deep into my rectum is shudderingly alien, but I no longer feel repulsion towards it. Rather, I welcome it. “Hooph, oo….” My petrified limbs are already limp, without the strength to move. I’m used to being helplessly raped, but my limbs have never been this paralyzed. Even with internal energy, I can’t resist, and can only wait for Laufer to completely unleash his desires. Right now, I’m nothing more than a sex toy, only good for accepting a male’s desires. I’m already acutely aware of this fact, but it fills my heart with another wave of depraved pleasure. Is it because my personality is inherently masochistic? Or is it because of the Yin Demon Art? “Heuph, hoo-euph…!” “Kwee…?” Right now, I just want to obey the male before me, bow my head, and lick the pleasure it gives me. I temporarily forget my promise to Kirzeyev, and the hope that Josef might come to help. // Josef arrived after a full night had passed. I don’t know how much time has passed because I fainted in the middle, but I know that he came late. “…I have no excuse. I didn’t expect Laufer to be there…” Josef looked at me, slumped on the bed, with a truly apologetic expression. I suspected that he might have deliberately let Laufer go, but it didn’t seem to be the case. Did he really not know? Well, even if he says this much, there’s no need to doubt him. Some monsters have incredibly tenacious lifeforces depending on the species, so it’s a plausible story. “It’s okay. You might not believe it, but I’m kind of used to this kind of thing.” “…Huh?” At my answer, Josef tilted his head as if asking what I meant. What would his reaction be if he knew that his newly met disciple was a huge slut? I was curious, but also bitter. Even if I don’t intend to deceive him, I know that my life isn’t very honorable, so I feel bitter. “You see, I was a prostitute before I became an adventurer. And not much has changed now. This isn’t the first time I’ve had sex with a monster.” “…..” As expected. Josef looked at me with a complicated expression. I’m really glad that there wasn’t contempt hidden in one side of that expression. Contempt from a complete stranger is a pleasure for me, but I’m still a little reluctant to be despised by people close to me. “….” “….” The conversation stops for a moment, and silence follows. I looked at the ceiling without opening my mouth, and Josef looked at the gray wallpaper. After a while. Eventually, he opened his mouth. “…You must have been in pain too, in your own way.” “Huh?” When I asked back, not understanding what he meant for a moment, Josef nodded as if he understood and opened his mouth. “I understand. I know how painful it is to be cursed and pointed at, even though you’ve done nothing wrong.” His attitude was different from what I expected, and much more serious than I expected. So I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. “…Oh, it’s not that bleak.” To be honest, I think my reincarnation was pretty good. Even though I live a life of selling my body and being humiliated by guards and underworld members. I’ve had some fun along the way, and I’ve learned quite a bit of martial arts. Of course, I might have despaired if it weren’t for the Yin Demon Art, but if I were to count everything one by one, my existence itself wouldn’t be established. “I know. You must have had to smile on the outside, even though you were rotting on the inside. I’ve been through something similar myself. If it weren’t for my master, I probably wouldn’t be alive right now.” …No, I’m not that bleak. I wish you wouldn’t bring up such a heavy past. Even though I have a somewhat positive side, my life isn’t that bad from an absolute point of view… or is it…? “Disciple. I think we have something in common.” He was using honorifics until just now, but now he’s treating me like a disciple and talking down to me. The change in attitude was so drastic that I was embarrassed. “W-Well, I guess so…” I’ve often seen people who don’t listen to others, but I don’t know how to deal with them every time. Josef in front of me seemed to be that kind of person as well. It’s not that unusual for a magician, but it’s quite a disadvantage as a person. “Still, I’m glad that Disciple has a pretty bright personality. Usually, women who have gone through such things have their hearts broken. Or rather, they lose something.” Ah, so you didn’t completely ignore me. Josef was looking at me with a bitter smile. I couldn’t answer, because of that smile that seemed to be thinking of someone, a smile that seemed to have a story. “….” I’m curious about whose story it is, but let’s not ask. Because it feels like the story will be long. Fortunately, my choice seemed to be correct. Josef soon erased his wistful expression and opened his mouth again. “I was talking nonsense. This time, it’s my responsibility, so I’ll take care of you until Master comes.” You might think he’s saying something obvious as if he’s doing a favor, but he’s a magician. For a magician who is busy with his own research to take care of others, it means that he cares about the other person that much. “Thank you.” I would have refused because it was burdensome, but now my limbs are messed up. I should just quietly accept the help. If I had Aruem, I could solve my daily life to some extent, but even so, I still need someone to take care of me. // Humans are animals that live in societies. In other words, it’s less boring and there are more things to do when you’re with two people than when you’re alone. There’s only one thing that comes to mind that a healthy man and woman can do together in a room, but that’s because my mental state is rotten, and this is probably normal. “Senior, about the prostitutes in Peqs.” Taking care of me, who is physically disabled, is quite boring. There’s not much to take care of, just give me food on time. So I chose to talk to Josef rather than awkwardly being with him in my spare time. “…Why are you asking about them?” Is it because he’s Mien’s disciple? He seemed somehow taken aback. Judging from his reaction, he seems to know that it’s not ethically right. But I had no intention of blaming him. So, instead of a blaming tone, I ask with curiosity and wonder. “They all have something amazing attached to them, how did they transplant it?” Actually, this conversation can’t be called normal either. If you were a normal person, and not a resident of the underground plaza, you would normally ask how they could do that, rather than asking what they did after seeing them. But I haven’t lived a life where I can worry about the well-being of complete strangers. So, I had no choice but to focus on what I was more interested in. “…Are you talking about body modification?” “Yes, I can understand the tails and wings, but I have no idea how they changed their skin color.” In addition, making their breasts bigger. That’s the goal for now, but let’s try to get it out of him later in a natural way. Maybe he’ll give me a breast enlargement pill or two. …Maybe he will? Josef seemed to have noticed that I had no intention of blaming him, and answered with a much better expression. “It wasn’t easy. You might have learned it, but the human body has a property of rejecting other things…” “You mean antibodies? I know that too. If you recklessly transplant other organs, it will judge them as enemies and attack them.” “That’s right. Anyway, so I had to focus on eliminating that reaction first.” Once I asked him casually, the conversation flowed smoothly from then on. Whether it was because I was a disciple of the same school, or because he lacked conversation with others due to his unique outsider status, Josef told me how he completed such magic. And, the story was surprisingly interesting, so I listened to Josef’s story without realizing how much time had passed. Usually, people of this kind are supposed to tell stories in a very boring way, but fortunately, he didn’t fall into that category. “The point is simple. The practitioner’s genetic information is synthesized into the doppelganger’s cells, and then magic is cast on it to mimic the organs of various monsters or beasts.” In short, what the prostitutes of Peqs have attached to them are not wings or tails taken from monsters, but organs synthesized by Josef. …How do you do that? I’ve seen the fraudulence of magic many times, but every time I see it, it feels absurd. Maybe I feel that way because I lived in a world without magic, but it’s not like the residents of this world don’t feel wonder either. It’s just a difference in the degree to which they can accept the object more flexibly. “Keueung.” I moved my body once to change my lying position, and then looked at Josef again. Looking at his gentle and weak face, I suddenly became curious. “What are you aiming for, Senior, that you’re researching such magic?” What made this person research such magic? Everyone has their own wish. There are people who try to achieve it, and there are people who give up on it by conforming to reality. Josef must also be a person who is trying to achieve his own wish. Otherwise, there’s no way he would continue to stay in the underground plaza even though he’s made enough money. “…In my case, it’s similar to Master.” Surprisingly, Josef answered simply. Is it Kirzeyev after all? I don’t know what that means, but what they shared wasn’t just a name. “The Sage’s Heart?”

“I suppose you could see it that way. But the direction is different.” Josef continued, looking at the broken vase in the corner of the room, where Laufer had been last night. “The demonization of humans. That’s the goal I’m pursuing.”