Chapter 42 Invitation to the Servant
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The monster kept its distance at first. It let the meat floor pulse under her back while more tentacles slid out from its jelly body. They rose like thick ropes and wove a living cage around her. The walls closed in fast. One moment she could still see the dark void beyond; the next, she was shut inside a warm, breathing prison made of flesh.
There was no way out. The empty dark had turned into this sticky trap, and the change had happened too quickly to fight. She lay on the soft meat tatami (flesh mat), waiting for whatever came next.
The air stayed bright enough to see, even without a lamp. Slime dripped from the ceiling in slow strings. The walls throbbed like a huge heart. The floor felt warm and giving under her skin. Every drop that touched her made her body heat up more. It did not burn her flesh away, but it woke every nerve until the smallest brush felt like fire.
She scooped the pooled slime from a dip in the floor and rubbed it over her skin. She paid extra care to the most sensitive places. At once her body shook hard, pleasure rushing through her like lightning.
It felt like a ritual. She was washing away her old life—modest, careful, always on guard—and preparing for the master of this cage. Soon her whole body shone with warm slime. Long strands hung from the sensitive tips of her chest. So much liquid poured from the walls that her hips sank into a shallow pool.
”This juice is too strong,” she gasped.
The slime forced warmth between her legs. Her center opened wide, and more liquid flowed inside. The strange power reached straight to her core. Warmth that had smoldered in her belly now spread through every limb. She felt dizzy, yet she could not touch herself. This was only the start of her wedding night with the strange husband.
She lifted her hips clear of the pool so she would not faint too soon. The ache between her legs throbbed, but she kept her hands away. Instead she hugged herself and called out.
”Kurage-dono, you are watching, are you not?” she said, voice trembling with need. “I am ready. Please do not leave me waiting any longer. Show mercy, I beg you.”
After so long in numb darkness, even this burning felt good. Still, she needed him. Her breath came fast. Her skin gleamed. The tips of her chest stood hard and hurting. Wet hair clung heavy to her back.
The monster must have liked what it saw. The flesh under her pushed aside, and the jelly shape rose up.
”Kurage-dono!” she cried.
She had never been so glad for her scout training. The soft floor and slippery slime did not stop her. She threw herself at the strange husband. The impact did not move him. He stood upright on his own tentacles, steady as stone. She knew the cage rules—prey could not harm the master. She used that safety now. By clinging tight to the smooth jelly body, she showed she accepted her place.
”Kurage-dono, you are so slippery!” she said.
Their bodies slid against each other, both coated in slime. Human arms and legs could not hold for long. She let herself slip with a sad little cry. At once countless tentacles wrapped around her and lifted her high.
The touch pressed deep. Tentacles circled her neck, under her arms, around her narrow waist, between her thighs. Each band sent sweet tingles through her skin. Hanging in the air, looked at from every side, she felt a thrill of shame and joy. She twisted to rub herself against the coils.
”I am happy you find my body worth holding,” she said. “But please take what I offer, or I will feel so useless.”
Her struggle reached him. When she reached for the tentacle between her legs, the ones on her arms loosened. She smeared her warm fluid over the thick coil. Slowly the monster lowered her back to the meat tatami. A wet sound echoed as her back hit the floor. The pulsing flesh felt smooth and welcoming now—like a bridal bed.
”Hurry, please make me yours, Kurage-dono—” she begged.
She rocked her hips to tempt him. She felt his gaze on her open center, hot as fire. Though the jelly had no eyes, she knew exactly where he looked.
A thick tentacle rose from the center of his body. It was not shaped like any human part. The skin was clear but turned red toward the tip. A fat knob stuck out at the end. Countless tiny hooks lined the sides. Everything about it was made to drive a woman wild.
He pressed the tip against her entrance but did not push in. He rubbed slowly, teasing. She lifted her hips, begging with her whole body.
”Do not make me wait any more!” she cried, tears on her cheeks. “Give me your mercy in one thrust!”
He still held back. Instead he sent smaller tentacles to her fingers and toes. They opened tiny mouths and nibbled gently. Three or four tentacles attacked each finger, taking turns. The bites stayed just short of real pain, enough to remind her every limb belonged to him now. Fear and trust mixed inside her. Her arms and legs went limp.
Then he added more coils around her chest and squeezed.
”You like my chest, Kurage-dono,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Men always stare right away. A big chest only gets in the way when I run or hide—oh!”
A tentacle mouth closed over each sensitive tip. Soft teeth grazed the stiff peaks while tiny tongues licked inside. Warmth shot through her chest.
”I am sorry!” she moaned. “This chest is yours, Kurage-sama. I love having a big one if you love it. It is the best!”
As a scout, a large chest had always been trouble. It bounced when she leaped, made hiding harder. She had once complained out loud. A female comrade had scolded her fiercely. Now she understood why. Only large, soft flesh could feel this good when squeezed and licked. All the years of duty, all the months spent as stone, faded from her mind under the waves of warmth.
”I am so happy,” she whispered. “My chest grew large to give to you, Kurage-sama. Love it more. Tease it with your tentacles until I break!”
She had called her own flesh useless once. Ashamed, she begged forgiveness. The master granted it. He kept caressing her chest so she would never forget this joy.
”It is too much,” she gasped. “Just my chest and I—”
Sparks popped inside her head and danced across her eyes. Her hips jerked as if the main tentacle had already pushed deep inside her center. The strange husband would not let his eager wife rise too high without him. One thick coil snapped forward and closed gentle teeth around her sensitive spot.
”Sorry, I am so sorry!” Suzuri cried. “Forgive me for feeling good on my own!”
The sudden shock made her hips shake hard. Each twitch pulled against the fixed coil and sent stronger waves through her whole body. The meat jelly grew tired of her wild dance. It added new restraints.
A cone-shaped tentacle shot up from a blind angle behind her raised hips. It struck the moment her rear loosened to escape the bite on her sensitive spot. In one smooth push it buried itself to the root.
Suzuri squealed. The coil inside twisted without care, pressing up against her center from behind. “Kurage-dono, mercy! This is a dirty place! I am still pure in front—please give a woman’s joy first!”
Her plea changed nothing. Another tentacle forced its way between her lips. It caught her tongue in tiny teeth before she could form more words.
This was her first kiss, nothing like the soft dreams of her old life. The coil filled her mouth and swallowed her tongue to the root. She had never imagined such a thing. Yet she was bride to a monster now. The gentle nibbles on the soft muscle felt strange but good. All the nerves in her mouth went quiet under the touch, and her body relaxed.
The tentacle licked her trapped tongue with its own rough surface. Each scrape sent shivers up her spine. At the same moment, smaller coils sucked her stiff tips like hungry babies.
Suzuri could only moan around the gag. Every part of her body now belonged to the tentacles. Once the fight left her limbs, the warmth became simple to accept. It felt cozy and right.
She stopped thinking of shame. She would walk beside this monster forever, companion or not. The idea should have scared her, but the joy burned every doubt away. In this empty space, giving up her old self was the price for endless warmth.
She looked up at her silent master and smiled around the coil in her mouth. Her hips rocked, inviting more. The tentacle released her tongue. She chased it with a lonely flick, and it rewarded her with one last lick.
The message was clear: cry out in thanks for every gift.
”Kurage-dono, it feels so good!” she shouted. “But my center still waits—please show mercy there too!”
She swung her hips with all her strength. At last the thick main tentacle lined up with her open entrance.
”I want it! Give me your mercy, Master—thick and strong!”
It slid in without warning. A sharp pop echoed inside her, yet no pain followed—only a burst of joy and a huge feeling of being full. The tentacle reshaped her narrow path to fit its master perfectly.
”This is what it means to give myself to someone!” she gasped.
The tiny hooks scraped her walls on every stroke. She could only cling and feel the shape burn into her mind. Terror mixed with the warmth: no other shape would ever satisfy her again.
”I am sorry, Master! Only your part can make me feel good now!” She tightened around the coil, ashamed and proud at once. The tentacle began to pulse.
”I feel it—you will release! I learned this in village love lessons. I am so happy to guide you on my first try!”
Joy lasted only a moment. Magic gathered inside the jelly cap, far stronger than any power she owned. She felt it travel down the tentacle straight toward her core.
”That is not release—it will change me away!” she whimpered. “My whole self will vanish!”
The magic was a swarm of tiny spells. If it filled her, it would rewrite who she was. The monster did not want a simple companion. It wanted every drop of blood, every piece of soul, bound forever.
”I will stop being me—that is too cruel!”
She no longer knew right from wrong. She had always sensed the end waiting in the void. If this was her last dream, she would offer it like a funeral flower to the beast that would change her.
The moment she gave up, the meat cage vanished. Darkness swallowed everything again. The old terror of feeling nothing rushed back. Every tentacle let go with one last hard nip—except the thick one still buried inside her center. The coil in her rear slid out last, leaving her shaking.
Suzuri stared at the jelly shape. “What is this, Kurage-dono? Do you truly mean I may leave?”
Nothing held her now. She could pull free if she wished. The monster had left her a choice even at the final step.
The main tentacle twitched harder inside her. Magic pulsed along its length but stopped short, as if the creature fought to hold it back. Was it waiting for her answer?
”You need me,” she whispered. “That is why you cast the spell. Yet now you set me free? What a strange waste.”
The jelly stayed silent. It only trembled, holding everything in.
She thought back. Every step, the monster had nudged her toward a door—and always let her open it herself. This last door was the widest of all.
Suzuri sat up. Her fingers and toes still stung from the love bites. She wrapped her arms around the smooth jelly body.
”Do whatever you like,” she said. “I trust you, Kurage-dono.”
She pressed her chest against the flat cap and spoke close. At once the thick tentacle began to move again. Wet sounds filled the dark. She knew the liquid was not only slime now—her own joy mixed with it. Her body welcomed every thrust.
”Yes, your part is perfect! Release and save me from this dark! Only you can help me!”
She rocked her hips with the jelly on her belly. Bright magic rushed toward her entrance. Soon she would change forever. She had already agreed. If the monster forced her after, that would be her own fault for choosing wrong. Yet deep inside she felt sure: this creature was gentle. It had paused at every point of no return.
”I am ready anytime, Kurage-dono,” she laughed. “One release and I will faint for sure. Come whenever you wish!”
The tentacle shook harder. Magic poured through. Then—
A hot flood burst against her center.
Warmth exploded, white and endless. Her mind washed clean. At the center of her body, something rewrote her very self. Pain or joy—she could no longer tell. Her old shape melted away. The monster melted with her. The whole skill-made space folded into her being. She spread outward until she filled a hard shell, then understood.
(This is my body now…)
Her arms and legs were broken, folded wrong. Head and torso still worked, but blood loss would kill her the moment stone broke. Even if she lived, fighting was over.
Yet her fingers and toes ached from the monster’s bites. She could feel them. The new magic had rebuilt her limbs whole.
(Kurage-dono… thank you!)
The spell turned prey into slaves, yes—but it also mended what was lost. For the price of service, she gained a perfect body. No cheaper bargain existed.
(I will stay at your side! Wait for me—I come at once!)
The stone shell was only an old skin. She pushed from inside. Cracks ran across it.
(Old me, thank you. Now for a body fit for him!)
The stone shattered. From the dust rose her new self—limbs like wings, long black hair flowing. She opened her eyes.
A white ceiling. A “safety area (seefuti eria),” the words came to her.
A warm hand rested on her lower belly. She looked down. An unconscious man lay there, supported by a maid-like woman. His palm had slipped; strange marks glowed beneath.
Like a criminal’s brand back home. Her womb burned at the sight.
His scent told her everything. This fevered, naked man was Kurage-dono.
Heavy armor clanked. Suzuri tensed—no presence felt until now.
Golden armor, golden sword, golden hair, golden eyes. A proud girl knight stood tall. The sword slid back into its sheath with a soft ring.
Suzuri snapped out of her stare. That golden blade had been ready to strike. Daydreaming in front of it could make Kurage-dono doubt her worth.
”If you can make that face just from his smell, I feel safe,” the knight said. She dropped her stern mask and grinned. “Morning. How do you feel after waking up?”
Three days passed in the white safety area. Soft beds lined one wall. Simple lamps gave steady light. The air smelled of clean cloth and warm soup. Guards in plain armor stood at the doors, but they never spoke.
Suzuri sat beside the low bed. She wore a loose gray robe that reached her knees. Her new arms and legs still felt light, as if they might float away. Every morning she tested them—bend, stretch, grip. Perfect. No scars, no pain, only the faint memory of stone.
The man who had been Kurage-dono lay under thin blankets. Color had returned to his face. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths. A maid changed the cool cloth on his forehead twice a day. When she left, Suzuri took her place.
She dipped the cloth in a bowl of water, wrung it out, and laid it gently across his skin. His scent—salt and warm jelly—filled her lungs. Her womb answered with a soft pulse. The brand under his palm had faded to a pale circle.
Footsteps approached. The golden knight entered without knocking. She carried a tray: two cups of tea, a plate of bread and honey. Her armor was gone; she wore a simple tunic the color of wheat.
”Morning, Suzuri,” she said, setting the tray on a small table. “He opened his eyes for a moment yesterday. Asked for water.”
Suzuri’s heart jumped. “Truly?”
”Truly.” The knight poured tea. Steam curled between them. “Drink. You have not eaten enough.”
Suzuri accepted the cup with both hands. The warmth traveled up her arms. She sipped. Sweet, with a hint of mint.
The knight sat on the bed’s edge. “I am called Aria. You may use the name.”
”Thank you, Aria-sama.” Suzuri bowed her head. “May I ask—will he wake soon?”
”Hard to say.” Aria tore a piece of bread and offered it. “His body is strong, but the skill took much. Rest is the best medicine now.”
Suzuri chewed slowly. The bread was soft, the honey bright. Simple food, yet it tasted like safety.
Aria watched the sleeping man. “He saved you. You know that.”
”I know.” Suzuri set the cup down. “I was stone. Broken. He gave me new limbs, new life. I will serve him always.”
Aria smiled, small and real. “Good. He will need loyal hands when he rises.”
Quiet settled. Outside the door, boots passed on patrol. Inside, only the rustle of blankets and the faint drip of water.
Suzuri leaned closer to the bed. She brushed a lock of dark hair from his forehead. His skin felt warm, alive. She spoke so low only he might hear, even in dreams.
”I am here, Kurage-dono. Your Suzuri waits.”
Notes:
• Kurage – A jelly-like monster that produced magic and restrained Suzuri in the darkness, it showed intelligence in battle and used tentacles to outwit and capture its target.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
• Aria – A golden-haired knight who carries a golden sword and speaks frankly, she stands guard over Suzuri and the unconscious man at the safety area and supports Suzuri with food and news.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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