Chapter 104: Humans vs. Tentacle Creature (1)
For some reason, no one spoke to me on the way down from the northern region.
Maybe it was because I’d spent so much time in the swamp that my body now gave off a faint stench, like snake musk.
On top of that, my right hand was burned, and Mollang was constantly clinging to it, holding a potion in her body to treat the burn. Anyone seeing me would probably think I was some kind of monster with a slime fist.
And with Shuru attached to my left hand, mimicking Mollang for fun, it probably looked like I had a cat beastman’s paw stuck to me.
‘Kinda cool, though.’
Of course, what I found "cool" might look like a lunatic’s nightmare to the average person. Because of that, we couldn’t stay in any towns and had to settle for just getting supplies from the outskirts as we made our way to the capital. Naturally, we looked pretty grimy.
Ever since we left the swamp, I hadn’t even managed to wash off the mud properly, let alone take a decent bath. To make matters worse, as the Frost Hydra’s defeat caused the permafrost in the north to begin thawing, I had to wade through mud once again while leading the horse.
By the time I finally arrived at the capital, I looked like some kind of mud golem.
‘I need to wash up as soon as I get inside...’
The fact that people instinctively gave me a wide berth was proof of just how bizarre I looked.
"What in the world is that?"
"It reeks like crazy!"
"Is that a mud golem?"
At least the mud on my face hid my identity.
I thought I was moving as carefully as possible, but I was so tired that I accidentally bumped into a passerby, smearing her clothes with mud.
The woman had a hood pulled over her entire body and kept her head bowed low. Her voice sounded a little strange, but at least she accepted my apology right away, which was a relief.
With how rough I looked, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she picked a fight instead.
"If you need it, I can pay for cleaning."
"No need," she replied in broken speech.
‘If she’s really fine with it...’
I bowed my head once again in apology and quickly passed by her to return to the knights’ headquarters. But for some reason, the mud on my arm felt sticky.
‘What the...? Did I get some other slime on me or something?’
Since I planned to wash up anyway, I ignored it and went inside. Just as I did, an eerie scraping sound came from behind me.
Feeling a chill at the murderous tone, I turned around, but there was no one there.
All that remained in the spot was a sticky patch of slime.
"Shuru! Stop running away!"
As expected of a cat beastman, Shuru hated being washed.
Right now, I had her locked between my legs, forcing her to stay in place while I washed her. I held her down tightly and shampooed her hair, but she kept clawing at my thighs, nearly making me lose my grip several times.
Thankfully, Mollang blocked Shuru’s claws every time she swung at me.
"Hah... finally feels like I’m alive again."
Back in the swamp, I got so used to the stench that I didn’t even notice it anymore, but the smell coming off me was unbelievable.
Even the knights, who were used to the smell of sweat, grime, and mana-circulated waste, recoiled when they saw me and immediately told me to go shower.
I cleaned the mud off Shuru’s hair, paws, and ass thoroughly, while Mollang absorbed soap into her body and scrubbed my back and ass, reaching places I couldn’t easily get to.
‘How would I even survive without Mollang?’
I washed Shuru while Mollang washed me. Since she was a slime, dirt didn’t stick to her, making her the cleanest of all of us. One quick rinse, and she was good as new.
"Hah... nothing beats a hot shower after so long."
Normally, I’d wash the horse too, but when I offered, Dane and Levin panicked and took over, practically dragging the horse away while yelling at me to get to the shower. Thanks to them, I could enjoy my shower in peace.
"Alright, time to lather up... close your eyes tight."
Shuru’s whining—was it her mimicking human speech, or was it just cat sounds that happened to sound like "want out"?
Either way, letting her out wasn’t an option. I kept her tightly pinned between my thighs and continued washing her hair.
After finishing Shuru, Mollang climbed up my head, absorbing soap into her body. She thoroughly cleaned out every speck of mud from my hair, leaving even my scalp feeling fresh. It was so soothing I wondered if I could get addicted to this.
"Ha... I want to keep washing for an hour..."
Of course, if I did that, I'd catch a cold and my body would get all wrinkly, so I had to stop at an appropriate point. I grabbed a towel and dried Shuru’s hair, ears, and body. As soon as I was done, she quickly wrapped herself in the towel and bolted out of the shower room.
‘She’ll probably find her way back.’
Although I was a little concerned about her running around nearly naked with just a towel, Shuru’s stealth skills were good enough that she’d avoid being spotted by the other knights and make it back to her room just fine.
"Now, I need to wash and dry Mollang too—ah, no, stop it!"
Mollang, who had been showing signs of hunger lately, immediately slithered down toward my lower half as soon as Shuru was gone. She formed hands with her body, grabbed my crotch, and started shaking it. This time, the soapy bubbles covering her body made her touch even more slippery and brought an unfamiliar sensation.
"I need to finish washing quickly and get out... Ahh!"
But Mollang, having been deprived of food all the way from the Lamia village to here, showed no signs of giving up.
After cleaning off all the accumulated dirt and sweat from my body with the soap bubbles, Mollang expelled all the bubbles from her body. Instead, she filled her insides with clean water, gathered it in her chest, and began shooting streams of water from her nipples like a tiny showerhead.
"Where the hell does she learn stuff ?"
Normally, water would squirt out from the center of Mollang’s nipples in a single stream, but now, as if replicating actual breasts, the water sprayed out in several thin streams. It looked so much like a makeshift showerhead that I didn’t know whether to laugh or be dumbfounded.
"Ugh... This is just..."
I hadn’t planned on getting off here, but the constant stimulation made it impossible to resist.
As soon as I grabbed Mollang’s core and squeezed tightly, she adjusted the structure of her internal body. She shifted into something rougher, resembling the masturbatory tools shaped like tentacle creatures she had replicated before.
"If you're asking to be used like a toy... I won’t refuse!"
I started rubbing myself against Mollang’s body. The countless, living ridges inside her stimulated every part of my head and shaft as if sucking me in.
A normal vagina wouldn’t have this many ridges. Plus, no matter how much a woman clenched her lower muscles, it wouldn’t match the strength of an adult man’s grip. That’s why they said overusing tools could make actual sex feel underwhelming later.
But that thought wasn’t enough to stop me. Mollang felt too good.
"Ahh... Mollang, you’re seriously..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Now, tighten up right here...!"
When Mollang moved her core to my glans and twisted her entire body into a spiral to squeeze me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I ejaculated heavily onto her core.
Watching my cum stick and smear all over Mollang’s core, I finally snapped back to reality.
Even though I came once using Mollang, my arousal didn’t subside. My mind was clear, but my lower half was still rock-hard. I was about to use her again when—
"Ugh... What is this?"
Something wet and unpleasantly slimy brushed against my ankle, forcing me to stop what I was doing.
I looked down and saw that the water mixed with mud and soap hadn’t drained properly. Instead, it had pooled around my ankles. No matter how I looked at it, this wasn’t normal.
‘Did the drain get clogged?’
I thought maybe the mud I washed off had blocked the drain. With no other choice, I released Mollang and bent over, my dick swinging freely, to check the drain with my hands.
"Let’s see... Where’s it clogged?"
If the blockage was deep, I’d be out of luck, but usually, clogs happened at the strainer, where mud and debris got stuck. I reached down to the shower drain and felt around.
Instead of mud, my fingers brushed against something soft, squishy, and slimy. It wasn’t what I had expected.
"What the hell is this?"
I crouched lower to get a better look, only to discover a strange, unidentified substance clogging the drain.
‘Is this... some kind of slime? Wait, no!’
It reminded me of a story I once heard from older knights about how someone had jerked off in the shower, and the cum had clogged the drain, creating a nasty backup. I had dismissed it as a lie made up to stop people from masturbating in the showers, but... could it be true?
The thought that I might have just touched a mass of congealed semen made me recoil in disgust. I quickly tried to pull my hand away.
It wasn’t my fault. I’d been gone for days, and even when I jerked off, I made sure Mollang cleaned up everything afterward.
Suddenly, the drain’s strainer burst open, and something slimy and viscous began flowing out.
‘How much were these bastards jerking off while I was gone for it to overflow ?!’
As I panicked, trying to escape, the mass of slime turned and wrapped around my ankle.
I screamed, convinced that this disgusting pile of semen had somehow fertilized and given birth to a monster. While I stood there horrified, the slimy mass kept overflowing from the drain and began slithering its way toward me.
‘No, this isn’t just a lump of semen...’
When I got a closer look at its underside and the ridges that lined it, I suddenly remembered where I had seen something before.
It was the same as the inside of those masturbatory tentacle cups—exactly like the ones Professor Pandel had shown me once. I’d dismissed it as nothing at the time, but seeing the moving ridges brought it all back.
‘Don’t tell me these guys threw out their used tentacle cups here...’
And somehow, those tentacles had absorbed semen, grown, and turned into this monster. It was like something straight out of a third-rate horror movie, but it was happening right in front of me.
To make matters worse, the tentacles began crawling up my thighs, reaching toward my lower half. The sheer terror of the situation was indescribable.