Chapter 102 The Otaku Trio’s Plight
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Taichi’s eyes were glued to the scene before him, his heart pounding in his chest. Nanai and Ninim writhed, their bodies entangled with wriggling tendrils that pushed them to the edge of ecstasy over and over. Their gasps and moans filled the air, sharp and desperate, each sound slicing through Taichi’s restraint like a blade.
God, I want to join them… I want to make Ninim lose herself with me! The thought burned in his mind, raw and urgent, but his body betrayed him. Stripped bare and locked in wooden shackles, his wrists and head were pinned, his legs forced wide. He couldn’t move, couldn’t act. Worse, a slick tendril coiled around his swollen length, teasing and tormenting with relentless precision.
I’m gonna—! Another wave of release hit him, his body shuddering as the tendril tightened its grip, milking him with maddening skill. But even as his mind cleared for a fleeting moment, the sight of Nanai and Ninim, their flushed faces lost in pleasure, dragged him right back. His body surged again, betraying his will. He tried to think, to find a way out of this nightmare, but the heat pooling in his core drowned out every coherent thought.
* * *
Ichiro wasn’t faring any better. Like Taichi, he was bound, his body exposed and helpless, a tendril latched onto him, stroking with a rhythm that made his head spin. But something else set him apart—a second tendril, slithering and probing around his backside.
”Hey, what the hell are you—?” His words cut off as the tendril pushed inside, sharp and unyielding. Pain seared through him, and he gritted his teeth. “Ow! Damn it, that’s too much!”
The tendril didn’t care. It drove deeper, then swelled at the tip, releasing a warm liquid that flooded his insides. Ichiro groaned, his stomach twisting with a mix of pain and something far worse—an urge he couldn’t name. “Oh, crap… this is bad. Really bad.”
But then the pain began to fade. The liquid worked its magic, easing the burn, and the tendril’s movements became less brutal, almost… soothing. It slid in and out, slow at first, then faster, pressing against places he didn’t know could feel like this. A strange warmth spread through him, and to his horror, he felt his body responding, craving the sensation.
A crooked laugh escaped his lips. I’m laughing? While this thing violates me? It had to be the liquid, twisting his mind, making him accept this madness. He hated himself for it, but the chuckle kept bubbling up, bitter and broken.
* * *
Nanai and Ninim were lost in their own world. Their bodies glistened with sweat, pressed close as tendrils invaded them, relentless in their pursuit. Their lips met, tongues tangling in a desperate dance, as if they could anchor each other against the overwhelming pleasure.
”Ninim…” Nanai’s voice trembled, barely audible between gasps. “I can’t… I can’t hold on anymore.”
”Me neither,” Ninim whimpered, her eyes glassy with need.
The tendrils lifted them, suspending their bodies in the air, and began to thrust with mechanical precision. Nanai’s cries grew sharper. “Oh, it’s too much! It feels… so good!”
”More!” Ninim begged, her voice raw. “Please, don’t stop!”
They were slipping, drowning in sensation, their minds unraveling. Nothing else mattered—just the need to feel more, to chase that blinding peak. The tendrils surged, releasing a flood of warmth inside them, filling them until they trembled. Their moans echoed, a chorus of surrender, but the tendrils didn’t slow. Hours passed, an eternity of torment and ecstasy, until finally, their bodies gave out.
”I can’t…” Nanai gasped.
”Me too…” Ninim’s voice faded.
They collapsed, unconscious, but the tendrils kept going, merciless in their assault.
* * *
Kimura clenched his jaw, fighting the pleasure that threatened to break him. This is pathetic… me, like this? Ninim’s voice, high and broken—”I’m… I’m going again!”—pushed him over the edge. His body betrayed him, release tearing through him as he cursed his weakness. I swore I’d protect them. Nanai, Ninim… I failed.
Tears stung his eyes, but the tendril gagging his mouth turned his sobs into muffled groans. “Please… stop…” His voice was weak, drowned out by the slick sounds around him.
Nanai and Ninim stirred, their eyes fluttering open, but they were too far gone to resist. They reached for each other, clinging desperately, their lips crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues moved like they were starving, seeking comfort in each other’s warmth, trying to escape the relentless pleasure.
Their bodies shook with every touch, every kiss sending sparks through them. The tendrils didn’t let up. They targeted their chests now, kneading and squeezing until Nanai and Ninim arched, their gasps filling the air. “Oh! No, not there!” Nanai cried.
”It’s too much!” Ninim’s voice cracked. “I’m… I’m breaking!”
The tendrils toyed with them, relentless, pushing them to another shattering peak. But it wasn’t over. Another tendril found a new target, slipping into their backsides. Nanai froze, her breath catching. “Wait… what?”
Ninim’s scream was wordless, a mix of shock and fear. The tendrils pressed deeper, unyielding, until they stopped, pulsing inside. The sisters trembled, caught between terror and the strange, undeniable sensation building within. “No… pull it out!” Ninim begged, but her plea went unanswered.
The tendrils surged again, flooding them with warmth. Nanai choked, unable to spit out the liquid forced into her mouth. She swallowed, gasping for air as the tendril withdrew. “Ha… ha…” she panted, her chest heaving.
Ninim wasn’t spared. Another tendril took her mouth, and she gagged, her muffled cries joining her sister’s. They were trapped, their bodies no longer their own, reduced to trembling vessels for the tendrils’ will.
Kimura watched, his heart breaking. The first time he saw Ninim, something in him had sparked. I want her to be mine. I want to protect her. I want her to whisper my name… It was love at first sight, plain and simple. He’d sworn to keep her safe, no matter what. But now, watching her body writhe under the tendrils’ grip, he could only despair.
His body betrayed him again, a violent release spilling into the tendril’s grasp. Damn it! he thought, shame burning through him. His strength hadn’t faded, but neither had the tendrils’ torment. He was trapped, just like the others, and there was no end in sight.
* * *
After another forced release, one of them—Taichi—managed to turn his head, the only part of him still free. “Guys, hang in there!” he called, his voice strained but determined.
Kimura let out a weak groan. “Easy for you to say… ugh, not again…”
Taichi’s eyes flashed with defiance. “Think of it this way!” he shouted, and every head turned toward him, clinging to the spark of hope in his voice.
”Our seed… it’s being swallowed by these tendrils,” Taichi said, his voice rough but tinged with a strange excitement. “And those same tendrils are pouring into Nanai and Ninim.”
”So what?” Kimura snapped, his tone flat, irritation masking the shame still gnawing at him.
Taichi’s eyes lit up, a spark of realization cutting through the haze. “Don’t you get it? Our essence is flowing through these things, right into Nanai and Ninim!”
Ichiro’s head jerked up, his face shifting as the idea sank in. “Wait… you’re saying we’re connected to them? Like, through the tendrils, we’re the ones reaching Nanai and Ninim?”
”Exactly!” Taichi’s voice rose, almost triumphant, though his body remained locked in place, bound by the same wooden shackles as the others. He puffed out his chest—or at least, he tried to, his spirit defiant despite his immobility.
Kazuto, who’d been silent, let out a low chuckle. To anyone watching, he might’ve seemed calm, his mind still sharp. But deep down, even he was fraying, his thoughts twisting into the same absurd logic that kept the others going.
That single idea, bizarre as it was, lit a fire in the group. The despair that had nearly crushed them began to crack.
”Hell yeah!” Taichi roared, his voice shaking with renewed vigor. “I’m burning up now!”
”Nanai, Nanai…” Ichiro muttered, his voice feverish. “These tendrils… they’re carrying me to you…”
Kimura’s jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on Ninim. “Ninim… feel me. Take everything I’ve got!”
The Otaku Trio, and even Kimura, clung to that spark. They weren’t broken yet. Not by a long shot.
Notes:
• Taichi – A fierce friend of Otaku Hero with the Brawler gift, protects Taichi’s group, united by their sacred oath. Appears: Mentioned in Taichi and Ichiro’s plans, training with others. Reason: Summoned as a hero, serves as group protector. Event: Set to go to town with Kimura, accompanied by Taichi and Ichiro.
• Ichiro – Miyabe’s Family Name. Another Otaku Hero, Have porter as ability.
• Kimura – Gou’s Family Name. The Ranger.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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