Over ten minutes earlier, Natsumi, who had gone home with her mother, had no chance to escape.
The horrific incident at their school left Natsumi’s mother deeply shaken, yet also grateful her daughter was one of the rare survivors.
Seeing the hellish scene at the school, she could hardly believe what her daughter had gone through…
Seeing her terrified family, it was the now-calm Natsumi who comforted her mother.
After some comforting and persuasion, she finally calmed her emotionally overwhelmed mother.
Regardless, the mystery surrounding those monsters had, for now at least, come to a temporary end.
Sitting in the car, she looked back at the pitch-black school.
The familiar yet now alien campus grew further away, giving her a sense of relief at escaping hell.
However, more than that, Natsumi was still more concerned about him…
Thinking about Nagumo, after finally calming her parents down at home, the girl eagerly contacted him using her mother’s phone.
And then she made her way here…
“I thought you wouldn’t honestly stay put here,” the blue-haired girl couldn’t help but laugh, seeming to be in a good mood, reaching out to stroke his smooth, round head.
“Nagumo-kun is so good, unexpectedly obedient~”
“…”
Woman, don’t go too far.
Hmph, you really don’t know what fear is!
Feeling his authority challenged, Nagumo’s tentacles coiled.
In a breath, they bound the girl before him tightly, from shoulders to arms, waist to legs, instantly performing a breathtaking tortoiseshell bondage.
“Foolish human, quickly present your offerings—”
For some reason, seeing this message made Natsumi want to laugh, especially his dead-serious attempt at appearing imposing.
It was amusing.
“Yes, yes.
But, we need to go home first.”
The bound girl remained perfectly calm.
“Nagumo-kun, let’s go home together~”
“…Aren’t you afraid?” Nagumo truly couldn’t understand this woman’s thought process.
Is my imposing aura really that lacking in intimidation?
“Nagumo-kun, you wouldn’t hurt me, so why should I be afraid?” As she spoke, the girl suddenly paused for two seconds, lowered her head, and her tone became soft and distant.
“Besides, even if you did…
want to hurt me, I wouldn’t resist.”
What does that mean?
Seeing her trail off mid-sentence, Nagumo was scratching his head (metaphorically), a bit confused about what exactly she was hinting at.
Riddlers, get out of Japan!
Have the guts to say it outright.
Natsumi’s delicate, pretty face wore a hint of a maiden’s shyness.
Her sapphire-like, pure eyes looked elsewhere.
Her collagen-rich skin seemed flawless.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Those pink, soft lips parted slightly, releasing an enticing breath.
Her school-uniform-clad body, after the tortoiseshell bondage, appeared even more slender and graceful, lovely and alluring…
a posture of feigned resistance yet welcome, combined with her earlier words, seemed like some kind of hint. This story is hosted at g.com.
Yet she hadn’t made it clear, leaving room for imagination.
Wait, do you think just because I’m immersed in power, I’m not interested in women?
That you can provoke me recklessly?
Damn it!
Even though being in this monster form makes me unaccustomed to doing lewd things, it doesn’t mean I’m ascetic and without desire!
I’m being underestimated!!
Nagumo felt that regardless of whether she was hinting or not, he had to retaliate.
Otherwise, wouldn’t this girl walk all over him from now on?
Swish—
The tortoiseshell bondage loosened.
Before the freed Natsumi could ask anything, she saw one tentacle hadn’t moved away.
It slid through the smooth ponytail behind her, passing over her shoulder.
“!!!”
Natsumi’s eyes widened as she watched the tentacle wriggling in front of her, very close to her body, almost touching it.
The girl’s momentary look of astonishment was noted by Nagumo, who chuckled inwardly.
However…
after the brief surprise passed, the blue-haired, ponytailed beauty opened her cherry lips as if to say something, but the words caught in her throat.
In the end, the girl said nothing, her cheeks burning as she slightly lowered her head, turning it to the side, remaining silent.
What does this mean?
Alright, the implication seemed pretty clear.
This was non-resistance, non-refusal.
Seeing Natsumi sitting motionless behind the large tree, leaning against the trunk on the grass, Nagumo narrowed his eyes and pressed the tentacle against her.
Shhh—
It wasn’t forceful, just a gentle rubbing sound against the fabric.
Definitely a D-cup.
“Mmm…” Natsumi accidentally let out a faint, suppressed moan from between her clenched teeth.
Her face grew hotter and hotter, a wave of shame assaulting her mind!
So embarrassing…
but, she didn’t seem to dislike it.
Even though Hanakaya Daisuke had disgusted and nauseated her before, the non-human Nagumo-kun instead—
“Ah~”
Seeing she had no reaction, that tentacle’s actions grew increasingly bold, making Natsumi unable to suppress a gasp.
Her body instantly felt as if an electric current had shot through it, tingling and numb, trembling, and she began to feel completely off.
“Mmm, ah~”
Her body was starting to…
not obey her.
What’s going on?
Natsumi leaned against the tree, her hands gripping the grass tightly, her pearly white teeth clenched together, her heartbeat accelerating.
Seeing she still didn’t stop him, Nagumo also began to lose control a bit. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
The girl’s scent and the soft feel of her body made him reluctant to pull away.
“Hah…”
They were both getting a bit carried away, their attention fully immersed in the intimate atmosphere under the starry sky.
Until Nagumo’s tentacle slowly slid upward, reaching the girl’s pale neck, then slipping from her collarbone into her clothes.
“Ah—!”
The touch of a foreign object on her skin jolted Natsumi awake.
The girl rebuke (chēn guài – a mix of Anger ‘annoyed/displeased’ and Strange ‘blame/complain’, often used for cute/flirtatish scolding) hugged her chest.
Natsumi, mortified, turned her body sideways.
From the side, her body’s lines were even clearer, her graceful curves a perfect proportion, her slender waist seemingly graspable with one hand.
This vibrant ponytailed girl also possessed the capital and capability for sexy allure.
It’s just that no one had yet made her show this side of herself.
But today, she caught a tiny glimpse of it.
“Nagumo-kun, you pervert!”
The extremely shy girl’s heart was in turmoil.
After struggling for a moment, she finally spat out these words, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
He almost didn’t hear it clearly.
Crap, I actually got carried away too just now.
Ah, lust really is poison.
Even a gentleman like me can hardly extricate himself, Addicted to it (chénmí qízhōng – indulging in it/engrossed).
“It’s all your fault, Natsumi.
Your body is too lewd, it clouded my mind for a moment.”
Nagumo quickly shifted the blame.
“You actually use that as an excuse?
Nagumo-kun is too much.” Though she said ‘too much’, why did she feel a bit happy inside?
Was it because he praised her?
Even though that phrasing was weird, ‘lewd’ and all…
but it was a form of praise, right?
“Actually, I’m a proper person,” Nagumo suddenly explained with a straight face, raising the phone with utmost seriousness to communicate with Natsumi.
“But ever since becoming a Tentacle Monster, I often have these vulgar, perverted thoughts and ideas.
This monster body torments me, keeps me up at night.
Uncontrollable desires constantly plague me—”
“I don’t want to be like this either, but sometimes it’s really hard to control.
Ah, a disgusting monster like me isn’t worthy of true love, destined to live in dark corners accompanied by garbage…”
After this heartfelt outpouring, Natsumi indeed stood there stunned.
Before Nagumo could mentally pat himself on the back, the latter suddenly pounced on him.
“Nagumo-kun, you really are a human-turned-monster!”
“…”
That’s the main point?!