Chapter 12

Suddenly feeling dissatisfied, Aaron folded his arms and stared at her back with a crooked gaze.

‘Have I ever watched someone’s back this intently before?’

It was a strange feeling.

Aaron was seized by the urge to grab Neria’s hem and demand an explanation. But with no real reason, he felt frustrated inside.

“……Your Grace!”

From afar, Dagon’s voice called out, and Aaron turned his head. Dagon hurried over, feeling guilty for making the Duke wait, and stopped nearby.

He asked cautiously,

“Your Grace, did something happen?”

“Not really? Why do you ask?”

Dagon hesitated before replying,

“Her Majesty the Queen once explained that when you make that face, Your Grace, it means you’re upset and feel wronged, like when someone takes away your candy.”

“What?”

Aaron’s face twisted. Not because he was annoyed, but to hide his embarrassment.

“Absolutely not. That’s not it, really.”

Despite Aaron’s strong denial, Dagon didn’t seem convinced. As he kept probing about what happened, Aaron had no choice but to pretend to sleep in the carriage.

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“……Wow, what is this?”

Neria looked down at her feet. Or could these even be called feet? Below her thighs, several indigo tentacles branched out.

They looked like octopus legs, but each varied in thickness and shape.

“Am I… an octopus person?”

‘Cheers to my higher-level subconscious for teaching me about biological diversity.’

With a bit of will, the tentacles moved freely like hands.

Maybe because they were attached to her own body, she didn’t find them creepy at all. Seeing the tentacle tips wiggle, they even looked cute.

Neria looked around. The forest felt lifeless, but the moonlight was bright, so it didn’t seem dark.

Thinking about walking, three thick lower tentacles moved slowly to act as legs. She felt as if she was floating through the air.

Before long, Neria found a clearing.

“……?”

There was Duke Aaron.

He was dressed in thin, lived-in silk pajamas, his limbs bound by something.

‘Wait, what’s he tied up with?!’

Neria narrowed her eyes and moved closer. Then she opened them wide.

Aaron’s hands and feet were bound by jet-black branches rising from the ground.

The moon, briefly hidden by clouds, revealed itself fully. Thanks to that, Aaron’s predicament became clear.

What she’d thought were dark trees along the way were actually tentacles. Or more precisely, a mix of tree and tentacle. It was a grotesque, bizarre world.

“Whoa…!”

Neria let out an exclamation, not entirely a good one. This… was a situation far beyond her imagination.

‘Is this really my dream…?!’

Just then, Aaron, who’d been bowing his head, looked at Neria. Seeing her lower body, he gaped in shock.

“Gasp.”

Aaron’s gasp said it all. Neria rolled her eyes and answered,

“I’m surprised too…”

“I-Is that… your true form…?”

Aaron was so startled that he stammered. But unlike usual, his speech was very awkward. Neria tilted her head.

“No, not really… Um, are you okay?”

Asking a dream version of the Duke if he was okay made Neria feel silly. But Aaron clearly didn’t look okay.

‘Wait, it doesn’t seem like psychological shock?’

Neria sniffed the air. The tentacle tree binding Aaron had flowers, and a strange scent tickled her nose. Breathing it in, she felt her body heat up.

“Haa, haa…”

Aaron’s eyes went vacant, and soon he was drooling and breathing heavily. As if drugged, his condition was odd.

“Duke…?”

Without any command, her tentacles grabbed Aaron’s clothes and ripped them apart.

The soft silk pajamas tore with a rip, falling away in fluttering pieces like a defeated flag.

Neria covered her mouth with both hands.

“Oh my, what’s happening?”

No matter how many times she saw it, it was an impressive male physique. Since this wasn’t the real Aaron Denicar, it must be the result of her ultimate imagination.

“Ah…”

Aaron stared blankly at Neria, his lips twitching as if he wanted something more.

Faced with this hardcore situation for the first time, Neria had no idea what to do.

Aaron’s manhood was swollen and taut. As she drew closer, Neria’s indigo tentacles wrapped twice around his thick thighs.

Another tentacle curled around Aaron’s er*ect member. The tip had several suckers. As the suckers stuck to the head, Aaron moaned and writhed.

“Ah…”

Neria watched with curious eyes as her tentacles teased Aaron’s thighs and manhood.

With her normal hands, she stroked his firm, lean waist and abs. It was a perfect body—solid muscle with just the right amount of fat.

As she touched his broad lats and leaned in, Aaron’s body tipped toward her. His hot forehead touched her shoulder. His black hair tickled her cheek.

“Haa, haa.”

Aaron’s hot breath brushed her ear. Not only the scent, but some sticky liquid from the indigo tentacles seemed to affect him strangely.

Her tentacles were tormenting Aaron’s manhood in creative ways.

One gently caressed his swollen t*sticles, covering them with sticky fluid.

Another pressed between the shaft and balls like a soft ring, delaying climax but not hurting him.

The one coiling tightly around the shaft was the most surprising. Its tip sprouted a very thin, delicate tentacle, which carefully slipped into his urethral opening.

“Uhaa, haah, mm…”

Aaron’s stone-like thighs trembled violently. He seemed unable to open his eyes, just moaning from the pleasure.

Normally, the Duke’s voice was gentlemanly, businesslike, and a bit curt. Hearing those moans was enough to excite Neria.

She pinched and twisted his n*pple, as pink and pretty as the head of his manhood, between her thumb and forefinger.

“Duke… does it feel good?”

Neria teased softly, brushing her lips against Aaron’s flushed cheek. His only answer was weak moans.

To have such a huge man, who’d never been bested, writhing in pleasure under her hands—how thrilling.

Then, suddenly, Aaron mumbled that it wasn’t allowed. Neria tilted her head, listening closely.

“Not… there… I said…”

‘There’…?

Neria pulled back a little. One delicate tentacle was trailing down his firm b*ttocks and lingering near his entrance.

“Not there, come back!”

Neria called out as if scolding a disobedient puppy, but the indigo tentacle didn’t listen. Instead, as if searching for the exact spot, it poked at his tightly closed entrance.

“Ah, no…”

Aaron weakly resisted, moaning. His member was drenched in clear prec*m and the liquid from the tentacles, making wet, squelching sounds as if it were being penetrated.

“Ah, ah…”

From the tentacle targeting his rear, transparent, sticky fluid also came out. The tentacle wriggled, slathering that area with liquid, then curled its tip into a rounded shape.

Along with the tingling sensation below, his entrance began to slowly open.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ah!”

A thin tentacle invaded his urethra, poking inside, while another tentacle slowly moved in and out of his rear. The feeling of being attacked from both front and back was disturbingly pleasurable.

Soon, a strange foreign sensation was felt inside his rear. At the same time, the tentacle gripping his member shook it fiercely up and down. Aaron shuddered at the sensation of the tentacle rubbing against the folds of his entrance.

“Ugh!”

Suspended in the air, Aaron couldn’t move at all, enduring the relentless pleasure. His calves and thighs trembled violently.

Behind the black lace blindfold, eyes of unknown color stared straight at him. He couldn’t see her gaze, but just being watched seemed to bring enough satisfaction and s*xual excitement.

“Haa…”

With her watching, his arousal grew even stronger.

“Huff, huff!”

Milky white fluid spattered onto Neria’s dress. At the same time, something began to flow from Aaron’s rear. It was the transparent fluid secreted by the tentacle that had invaded him.

But that tentacle hadn’t only released fluid. Something was inside.

He tried to squeeze his anus closed, but it was useless. With a squelch, something dropped down.

Aaron’s face flushed with shame. But judging by the lack of any foul smell, it didn’t seem to be what he feared.

Looking down, Neria beamed and said,

“Duke, you’ve laid an egg!”

Her tone was like an experienced midwife who’d helped a safe delivery.

“……”

Aaron bit his tongue and wished he could die right there.