Chapter 83 The Capture
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Suzuri was sharper than Marina ever was—grace coiled in muscle and memory. Even if the Darkness Wrap she bore was rare, it was merely a trinket for conjuring fleeting veils. Yet she had survived to the fifty-seventh layer alone. A novice’s ambush would never reach her.
Meanwhile, Yuuri moved within a body not his own—an alien mass grafted by skill, clumsy and heavy, limbs swaying like strings pulled by a cruel puppeteer. Before pride could recover, he forced himself to learn—how to command the writhing appendages now tethered to his spine.
”D—damn it… w-wait…!” His voice trembled.
”This way, my lord Yuuri♡” Suzuri’s tone glimmered like silk. “At that languid pace, thou couldst never hope to seize me♡”
He thrust one tendril forward—five-fingered, obscene mimicry of a hand—but she only leaned aside, the motion light as a sigh. Expected. Every movement was an experiment in pressure and nerve, a grotesque ballet.
Then came the pain—sharp, drilling through his skull. Each motion carved new pathways inside his brain, foreign and shifting. “Hngh…” He grimaced. The motor field was rewriting itself, neuron by neuron.
Terrifying. Would any of him remain human when this was done?
The quickest method came to mind: seize Suzuri through her control sigil, the tattoo etched at her crotch—channel magic through it, lock her motion. Yet Marina’s ordeal had proven such restraint meant little against willpower like theirs. Suzuri had survived eighty years as stone, mind intact. Her spirit was monstrous.
No, the only way… was mastery of these tendrils.
But a tremor of doubt followed. If he became adept—if he learned too well—would that still be Yuuri? Suzuri’s designs promised dominion over this living chamber, yet at what cost of self?
The thought of himself as monster chilled him.
It would be easy to end it. To break her body, to subdue her utterly. She would not resist. She might even smile through it. But how could he explain that to Ashley and Marina? To claim, I punished a servant who made me a beast? They would never forgive him. The wound would stay forever between them.
No. He could not.
He’d turned them into servants, monsters bound by his will—yet balked at his own mutation? Hypocrisy. And besides, Suzuri’s presence multiplied their survival tenfold.
Hadn’t he vowed his life to them—to satisfy Suzuri, guard Marina’s pride, and live beside Ashley? If monstrosity was the price, then so be it.
”I can do this,” he whispered. “Even as a beast, I’ll act for them—and they’ll still trust me.”
Resolve hardened. He focused. The tendrils responded—pain flaring bright as molten wire. His head burned. Circuits of alien nerve spread like roots.
”Ahh… becoming a monster…” he thought—and smiled grimly. “So what?”
Something in his mind snapped. The soundless tear left emptiness, soon filled by a network of magic and flesh, a living channel pulsing with awareness.
Vision blurred; then cleared anew. Eyes became unnecessary—the space itself revealed Suzuri, glowing like a vein of light inside the living wall.
”Ahh♡ You see me—all of me♡” Suzuri gasped, her voice drenched in awe. “Thy gaze pierceth to my very soul♡ Since the day thou welcomed me as servant, I have longed for this communion♡ Ohh… to be thy monster’s bride once more—what blessed fate♡♡”
Through layers of fabric, Yuuri saw her entirely—muscle, bone, even the rearranged channels of flesh. The sight alone made her body tremble; servants were made to respond to their master’s gaze, tuned to its hunger.
But this was no mortal gaze—it was starlight pouring upon her from every direction. No human was meant to see this way. And that was exactly why she craved it. To be embraced by divinity clothed in horror—that was her paradise.
”Ugh… Su–zuri…!” he groaned.
With unsteady control, the four tendrils reached for her again, their fingered tips closing from all sides.
Suzuri still writhed under her master’s unseen gaze, trembling, offering no attempt to flee. Yet when Yuuri’s tendril lashed forward, expecting another illusion, his fingers brushed silk—and caught it.
”Huh? How—?” he breathed.
”Kufuu♡ The outer robe is thine to claim, my lord♡ But the underlayer—aye, that thou must capture by thine own hand♡”
So the labyrinth itself seemed to indulge him, allowing a single layer as reward. Even when he moved another tendril, Suzuri only moaned faintly, as though scorched lovingly by his gaze.
”B–beautiful…” he muttered.
”But of course,” she sang softly, eyes shimmering. “‘Tis my bridal garb, woven for the one I chose. Every thread bears the warmth I kept for thee♡”
He drew the tendrils over her hem, her sleeves, carefully peeling away the robe she had called uchikake. For an instant, he thought to strike—but she had surely anticipated that. Instead, he folded the captured silk and set it aside with reverence.
The fabric’s embroidery depicted cranes taking flight—woven entirely in white, the shifting weave catching light to reveal their shape. Beautiful, yes. But not the point. He had to capture the disloyal servant who sought to make her master a monster.
He tucked the robe away into the corner of the flesh-room, a trophy—and a test. If she reclaimed it, so be it; he would simply seize it again.
”I’m coming,” he whispered.
”Always, my lord♡ Whenever thou desirest♡”
The pain in his skull eased as his will synchronized deeper with the space. The world cleared—his eyes now human again—and there stood Suzuri, one layer lighter, the white kimono hugging her frame. Tendrils coiled around her, trembling with predatory focus. Yet she only smiled, lost in adoration.
It wasn’t carelessness. No—she simply did not see them as threats. Even now, he was still a novice flailing with extra limbs.
He swallowed, and chose action over doubt.
A tendril darted toward her right foot while another lunged to seize her left arm from behind—missed. She had shifted weight, teasing him, graceful as drifting silk. He sent more—circling, cornering, a dozen strikes—but she flowed through them, always untouched.
Still, that was fine. The tendrils did not tire. Let it last forever if it must.
Suzuri, radiant with divine intoxication, watched him as if every strike were a love poem. She made no move to end it, only to guide him further—to train him. To make him evolve.
Damn her, he thought—but even now, he could not despise her. Her every movement screamed purpose, usefulness. He could no longer bring himself to push her away.
Then, as master, he must meet her expectation.
He pressed his focus harder—faster, tighter. Circuits flared in his mind, pain searing anew. “Faster…!” he hissed. Sparks tore through his nerves as the tendrils accelerated, driven by thought alone.
Gradually, motion slowed—no, the world slowed. He could see her, every elegant motion, each twist that drew his strikes astray. The beauty was staggering.
Every sway of her hips, every faint misstep was deliberate—tricking him. She moved like water, like prayer.
”Suzuri… you’re beautiful…!”
Her eyes widened—dark jewels, startled by praise. Only then did realization dawn on her: if his tendrils could track her, then so could his gaze. No longer blind. He was watching every motion, every evasion.
She had once seen his dazed, vacant stare; now that same gaze followed her in worshipful precision. The grotesque tendrils missed—but his eyes caught her, utterly.
”Aahh♡”
Color bloomed on her cheeks. The invincible scout, the untouchable servant, had become—if only for a heartbeat—a blushing girl.
For Suzuri, once she truly broke into a run, there were surely few who could track her with their eyes. Therefore, in that zone, there was no need at all to play nice or scatter favors. However, she had demanded her Master subdue her, yet she hadn’t considered the sheer visual spectacle it would become once he actually did.
At that exact moment, a finger of a tentacle just barely grazed the hem of her Kakeshita [outer wedding kimono]. Suzuri’s expression of brazen shame froze. Her previous, confident evasion dissolved; she spun out of the swarm of tentacles, quickly putting considerable distance between them.
”What’s wrong, Suzuri? Your dance is finally drawing attention, isn’t it? Show me more, I demand it!” Yuuri’s voice cracked like a whip.
”Hieeeh!♡ B-but, to be stared at so intently, it’s just… so embarrassing—Hiiiii!♡” Suzuri gasped, her voice high and breathless.
If the servant was obligated to sacrifice herself to satisfy her Master, the reverse was also true. To declare herself incapable of continuing with such a weak word as ’embarrassing’ was a profound insolence toward her Master, plain and simple.
This time, Yuuri aimed not directly for her body, but thrust a tentacle from the floor straight up beneath the hem, causing the Kakeshita [outer kimono] to flip high. The flustered Suzuri couldn’t react, and her inner Juban [chemise] was now completely exposed. It was, in effect, a cruel, intimate form of skirt-flipping.
She had resolved herself to be tormented at the end of her disloyalty—the price for making her Master go to such lengths—yet after declaring she wouldn’t let him have his way so easily, this utter failure was utterly humiliating.
As the tentacles continued to swarm, Suzuri’s movements were clearly losing their brilliance. The close, thread-thin evasions of before had vanished, replaced only by conspicuous, overly large steps backward.
”Ah! Y-yah! Hiiih!♡” Suzuri cried, her hands flying to her head.
”What’s the matter, is that all you have left? Or… do you want me to strip you naked like this?” Yuuri demanded, his tone mocking and confident.
Up until now, it seemed Yuuri had been too focused on Suzuri’s physical body. Because he’d fixated on her with the gaze of his twin eyes and his spatial-perception ability, it was obvious where he was aiming. Logically, by targeting the wedding attire itself—sleeves and hems—with the multitude of lesser eyes, he could sneak the tentacles forward without being noticed. By mixing this in with feints that targeted Suzuri directly, he brilliantly succeeded in having the five-fingered tentacle hands seize hold of the Kakeshita [outer kimono].
”Aah! No way! So easily!♡” she wailed.
”Why do you fret, little one? It was your own scheme to force me into synchronizing with this abnormal space, to become capable enough to capture you. Are you truly afraid of being tormented by the tentacles now?” Yuuri asked, the triumph ringing clear in his voice.
No matter how swift Suzuri was, once he had a hold of one spot, it was over. Before the gripped section could be severed, he sent forth one tentacle after another to secure her.
And naturally, the true purpose of this capture was Suzuri’s own exquisite body. Now, like a moth caught in a spider’s web, she could do nothing but squirm. Tentacles infiltrated from the hems, sleeves, and neckline (Eri) of Suzuri’s garments, ravaging her pristine flesh.
”Kufuh… Mmph!♡ That’s so unfair… I-I’m still dressed, but my bare skin is being stroked! Haah, ahnn!♡” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.
”Ohh… this is incredible, isn’t it? I can feel the texture of your body, transmitted right through the tentacles! When I first arrived in this domain, honestly, my fear won out. But to be able to enjoy a woman’s body with this many ‘arms’… your invitation was certainly worth accepting!” Yuuri declared, the thrill of possession evident.
The swarm of tentacles played over Suzuri’s body like long, slender fish crowding around bait. The body that was just moments ago so far out of reach was now stripped of all freedom save the ability to writhe. Five-fingered tentacles now dove inward, into the interior already slick and soaked with mucus.
Each one gently caressed a breast, a thigh, the belly… merely stroking the most sensitive parts of the human body, and all will to resist had abandoned Suzuri.
”Ahe! Nnaaah!♡ E-everything! Everything is being touched! All my vital spots!♡ Th-this… this is what I wanted!♡ I had given up hope that you would do this! I’m so happy! Thank you! Yuuri-sama, my Master!♡♡” she shrieked, the tears welling up from pure, ecstatic release.
”Ah, I’m happy, too, that I can love all of Suzuri simultaneously. I never thought I could do something like this. Making you my servant was without a doubt a stroke of good fortune [Gyōkō]….But, I can’t let you off the hook this easily,” Yuuri stated, his tone suddenly hardening.
Suzuri had already shown her complete obedience and even offered words of thanks. By loving Suzuri fully, even with the tentacles, he could ensure the disloyal servant’s compliance.
But that would be a failure, not just a partial one, but a complete one. His control over the tentacle space was still not absolute. Moreover, the reason for Suzuri’s initial disloyalty [Fuchū] was not yet resolved.
—He couldn’t just let this slide and simply drown in Suzuri’s body.
Therefore, he stripped the body of Suzuri, who was so shamelessly given over to the tentacles, completely bare, and threw her onto the floor, which glistened with mucus.
”Hahih! Nnoh, Ohnn!♡—Hah?♡ Wh-what is this?!♡” she stammered, bewildered.
”Suzuri, don’t think you can receive My [Ore no] favor so easily with just that. There is still a higher gear to your speed, isn’t there?…Come at me with that,” Yuuri commanded, his eyes blazing with renewed focus.
That super-high-speed movement technique of Suzuri’s, which was sometimes mistaken for instant teleportation.
Without breaking that technique—the one thing Suzuri likely relied on most—he wouldn’t be able to prevent any future, sudden outbursts of defiance.
”…Kufu. As you wish, Master♡” she replied, the submission returning, but with a new edge.
The obsidian eyes, wet with lust, glinted sharply. Suzuri’s face, clinging regretfully to the five-fingered tentacles, pouted like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.
Yuuri flicked a tongue-like tentacle across the crotch of Suzuri, who was making no move to get up. He could not allow this to end halfway. To grant the disloyal servant the peace she sought in the form of total obedience, he began a deeper synchronization with the tentacle space.
Notes:
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• 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.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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