Double penetration, plunder and hypnosis Entry - Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty: Tentacles

“Izuki Shima,” Lin Yuan murmured, his voice low and commanding, “since you’ve pledged loyalty to me, I must test your devotion to ensure it’s genuine.” Izuki Shima’s body quivered, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes, but she nodded. “Master, test me as you will.” Lin Yuan’s lips curved, a mischievous glint in his gaze. Oh, she’ll be shocked by what’s coming, he thought, anticipating her reaction.

Raising his hand, he activated his Tentacle Regeneration attribute. Instantly, several slick tentacles sprouted from his arm, writhing like serpents in the air. Izuki Shima’s pupils contracted, her body recoiling, her face etched with terror and disbelief. She understood the nature of his “test.” Her voice trembled, laced with a plea. “M-Master… what is this? Please… spare me…”

Lin Yuan chuckled, his tone playful yet firm. “Spare you? You’ve sworn allegiance, haven’t you? This is merely a test—it won’t kill you.” Before she could respond, three tentacles lashed out, ensnaring her arms and waist. Lin Yuan noted their strength mirrored his own—capable of lifting a ton, just as he could. Izuki Shima’s eyes brimmed with fear and despair, her struggles futile against their grip. “Master… I’m loyal… please, don’t…” she sobbed.

Unfazed, Lin Yuan studied the tentacles with fascination. They weren’t just strong—they could shift hues at his whim. The pale tendrils morphed into blood-red, then black, then purple, even mimicking skin’s texture and grain. “Intriguing,” he murmured, excitement gleaming in his eyes. Further experimentation revealed their versatility, mimicking limbs or even organs. A new tentacle formed, its tip shaping into a hand, complete with fingerprints and tactile sensation. If medicine had this, organ donations would be obsolete, he mused. And if any organ can be replicated… A sly grin spread. The tentacle’s end morphed into a startlingly lifelike organ.

Izuki Shima’s face blanched, her eyes wide with dread. She knew what loomed, her body shaking uncontrollably. “No… please…” she whispered, her voice frail with shame. Lin Yuan leaned closer, his voice soothing yet firm. “Relax, it’s just a test.” Izuki Shima’s resistance waned, her eyes flickering with resignation. She bit her lip, whispering, “Master… I’ll submit… but not to… that thing…” Lin Yuan nodded, respecting her boundary. “Fair enough.”

With a wave, the tentacles loosened slightly, still restraining her. He activated Aphrodisiac Secretion, their surfaces oozing a translucent fluid with a subtle, intoxicating scent. Izuki Shima inhaled, her body shuddering. Her breath quickened, her gaze clouding with a dreamy haze. She fought the sensation, but heat surged within, her clarity slipping. “Master… what is this…” she gasped, her voice soft and yielding.

Lin Yuan observed, pleased. The aphrodisiac’s effect is stronger than I imagined. No woman could resist this—it’s control without puppetry. Unlike hypnosis, which dulled the soul, this preserved vitality. Satisfied, he tightened the tentacles, drawing her closer. One slipped into her mouth, secreting more fluid. Her body transformed, overwhelmed by heightened sensation. Two hundred times the sensitivity? Lin Yuan marvelled, feeling the amplified feedback himself.

Despite minimal movement, Izuki Shima’s expression radiated bliss, belying the intensity. The tentacles, agile and responsive to his will, delivered varied sensations without Lin Yuan stirring. “These are remarkably versatile,” he murmured, savouring the control and diversity of feeling. Izuki Shima, now fully ensnared, drifted into a haze of ecstasy and disarray, her consciousness submerged.

Lin Yuan nodded, impressed. The aphrodisiac not only ensures compliance but fosters deep surrender. Her loyalty will solidify. With a gesture, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew, popping free like a cork. Izuki Shima gasped, her voice soaring. “Master… I can’t…” Her words broke, laced with yearning and a sob. The tentacles intensified, targeting her senses relentlessly. “Master… I’m done…” she pleaded, limp in their grasp.

As the fervour peaked, she collapsed within the tentacles’ embrace, her breathing steadying, the flush fading from her cheeks. Lin Yuan watched, his smile one of triumph, confident her devotion was now unassailable.