Chapter 88 Unlaced
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The young woman named Suzuri is fundamentally distorted.
Her spirit, though upholding the fresh, idealistic principles characteristic of youth, is also strangely coupled with a sense of detached resignation that borders on fatalism. The coexistence of these two naturally opposing philosophies stems, without a doubt, from her mind being relentlessly exposed to extreme emotional overload.
Thus, her recent reckless outburst could be understood as a consequence of her razor-sharp instinct for danger—honed by deep-seated loneliness and terror—overpowering her rigorously trained shinobi self-control.
And when one considers the cause, it’s quite simple: from the perspective of the veteran scout Suzuri, the party’s current capabilities were simply too insufficient to challenge the deeper, untrodden levels of the Royal Capital Labyrinth. Her crisis was merely an honest display of that conviction.
”Yes. Your concerns are valid; it’s true that one can never be too cautious, especially when delving into the Labyrinth.” Yuuri stated, his tone level, though irritation was already simmering.
”Y-yes, Master! Haaah♡ S-so, if you’d just use me as a stepping stone, Yuuri would be safe—nghhhaaaah!♡♡” Suzuri cried, her voice hitching into a pleasure-shriek.
The essential task was to present Suzuri with a pragmatic solution and secure her consent. Yet, his disloyal servant, who thought so little of herself, shortsightedly repeated a proposal he’d already rejected more than once. To chide her, he thrust a tentacle-finger back into her vagina. She immediately arched her back, starting to pump her hips again with a slack, childish grin, like a young one given a sweet treat.
Her delight was so obvious, one could easily believe she had deliberately cut off her Master’s words just to invite this sweet punishment.
Sighing with exasperation, he withdrew the tentacle-finger and switched to caressing her entire body. Deprived of the intense stimulation, Suzuri’s face momentarily twisted into a pout of dissatisfaction. Seeing no end to this, he flicked her nipple lightly, eliciting a short, sharp yelp that finally silenced her.
”I’ll continue. Even in the layers cleared by our predecessors, we’ve placed weight on cautioning against the unknown while following established routes. However, in the uncharted deep levels we’re heading toward now—given the dire state I found you in and Shelm’s warning—it’s highly likely we’ll encounter many monsters that inflict guaranteed status ailments.” Yuuri continued, his voice tightening.
”Mmm-fufu♡ Th-that’s right, Master! Haaah♡ That’s why you gave me so many nullification Skills, you did! Mmm♡” Suzuri purred, twisting her body with a bittersweet nostalgia, seemingly recalling the forced, tearful baptism when he’d violently crammed Skills into her alongside her sisters during their first night, all to prepare her for passing the deep-level entrance barrier.
He shifted his caress to a full-body stroking, soothing her aching flesh. His uninhibited servant quieted down and listened, seeming to find genuine reassurance in the gesture.
”As you say, we have countermeasures, but it would be naïve to think that makes the conquest easy. I need to create and confer a much more powerful Skill onto you.” Yuuri instructed.
”And that… Nngh♡… would be like the Shiromuku [White Pure Garment] Skill you bestowed upon me a while ago, wouldn’t it? ♡♡” Suzuri wondered aloud, her voice soft with pleasure.
As countless tentacles explored her soft body, Yuuri mentally repeated the phrase “a while ago.” From Suzuri’s perspective, not much time had passed since receiving the Shiromuku Skill. Immediately after, her Master vanished, she attended a banquet with a woman claiming to be a Goddess, and then was promptly sent into this visceral meat space.
She had no way of knowing that during this interval, her Master had met other goddesses and spent private nights with her sisters, Marina and Ashley.
”That’s right. I intend to create a Skill for you based on Marina’s Holy Sword. If it can land an attack, it could open an escape route for you, even if you’re scouting alone.” Yuuri explained.
”Haaaah, Anh♡ Th-that’s certainly appealing, Master, Nghk♡ but taking the Skill that Marina-dono was born with… it makes me feel quite hesitant, truly! ♡♡” Suzuri confessed, her voice thick with emotion.
Suzuri’s reinforcement was already set in stone. He had no intention of entertaining a debate, and his hands instinctively strengthened their caresses. He renewed his unrestrained fondling of her nipples and clitoris. Flushed with the ecstasy of this exclusive affection, Suzuri writhed her lithe body, trying to increase the intensity on her sensitive points.
Yet, even as her mind melted into pleasure, Suzuri’s reluctance to appropriate Marina’s unique Holy Sword Skill remained. It couldn’t be helped, he conceded mentally. The sensibilities of people in this world were naturally different from his past life. Accustomed to a world without Skills, he felt little resistance to swapping external abilities. But for the inhabitants of this world, where the true nature of Skills was obscured, receiving another person’s innate Skill likely carried a deep, inherent guilt—the feeling of stealing something fundamental from the other person’s core.
”About that, Suzuri. I already have her permission. Marina expressed concern for your well-being and personally offered for me to use her Holy Sword to create your Skill.” Yuuri revealed.
”Fueehhh♡ Marina-dono agreed…? B-but when? ♡” Suzuri whimpered, questioning him suspiciously.
With Marina’s agreement, Suzuri had to overcome her apprehension. He explained the arrangement they’d made in Marina’s Individual Domain before crossing over here, but naturally, Suzuri looked back at him with confusion. No wonder the conversation was slightly disjointed.
When he was first thrown to Suzuri, he hadn’t had time to explain the Individual Domain’s specifications due to his synchronization with the tentacle space. From Suzuri’s perspective, her Master or Marina had been constantly by her side from the moment the crotch tattoo was deployed until her return to this meat space. She hadn’t witnessed their agreement but couldn’t believe her Master would use the Skill of the highly trusted Marina without permission.
As Suzuri tilted her head, he belatedly explained the specifications of the “nuptial gift” granted by Shelm. Having already experienced the time difference between her workshop and the outside world, she seemed to quickly grasp that she had now been the one left behind in time.
”Th-then! ♡ If I wish for it, I can receive your love like this any time? ♡♡” Suzuri gasped, her eyes glowing with cunning intensity as the reality sank in.
”That’s right. It’s just the two of us here. What I experienced in that Individual Domain was just a split second for the other servants, and they can’t possibly know about it.” Yuuri confirmed.
As they went through several rounds of questions and answers, a shrewd light sparked in Suzuri’s eyes.
She simultaneously exhibited clear signs of relief, which made sense: for her, the return to this meat space was an opportunity—an insolent chance to force an unwelcome transformation upon her Master. At the same time, she hadn’t understood what right she had to such good fortune, nor when this transgression might collapse.
Reading between the lines of Suzuri’s behavior, her previous stubbornness was, in a way, understandable. Yet, even if he was determined to cater to his servants’ desires, he certainly couldn’t accept such a reckless act without consultation.
Realizing this, he chastised her breach of loyalty with his gaze, causing Suzuri to frantically look away. Incensed by her utterly childish gesture, Yuuri retaliated by pinching her nipple and clitoris with five tentacle-fingers. With a piercing shriek, Suzuri instantly begged for mercy.
”Whoah! Oh, oh, ohhh! T-too much! ♡ The gentleness after the strong is no good! ♡ I’m going to flatter Yuuri! I’m going to surrender and say I’m sorry! Nnghh♡” Suzuri whimpered, dissolving into incoherence.
”Shut up! You need to consider My state—my brain’s been messed with thanks to your rashness! We could have left this place immediately by prioritizing safety!” Yuuri retorted, his voice a low growl of frustration.
Why had Suzuri so desperately forced the synchronization with the tentacle space? He suspected it was a maneuver to catch up to her sisters, given her strict adherence to their hierarchy. The truth was out now, making the punishment she would face a foregone conclusion. Had she been so complacent as to think she wouldn’t be cut off? Or had she trusted that he would find her useful? Either way, the sheer audacity of forcing the move without knowing the outcome made him wonder if Suzuri was far more reckless than he’d thought.
”By the way, what exactly were you planning to do if you had failed, and I’d either died or devolved into a monster only fit to rape women?” Yuuri demanded.
”I-in that case, I was prepared to cut open my belly willingly! ♡ Even if you became a beast, I would make sure Yuuri was entertained until my very last breath! ♡” Suzuri chimed, a dazzling smile on her face.
Her nubatama [jet-black] eyes looked utterly devoid of light, like a true abyss. He shivered at her emotional landscape, which was so far removed from his former life’s values. Yet, the fact that he still found her adorable was likely just a man’s nature. Stirred by her single-minded intensity, which weighed even her Master’s life, his groin began to throb.
“Ahaaa♡ Yuuri’s strength, it feels so commanding! ♡ Please, the core of my resolve is right here, just press it in—Ohoohh!♡♡” Suzuri offered at once, utterly unrepentant.
But this was tantamount to her trifling not only with her own life but also her Master’s. While he accepted that their views on life and death were different, he wished to share their destiny by living out their natural lifespan together. Therefore, he absolutely had to rebuke this reckless behavior.
”W-wait! Stop that! ♡ My rear!? ♡ Rear guard, tentacle, plunge! Zubozuboo! O-ohhh! Anh!♡♡” Suzuri shrieked as a tentacle dove into her rear defenses.
”This! On that list you crammed into my head, there was a specialized tentacle… What exactly does this mean? Why are you accepting it so easily? Don’t tell me you’ve been testing back there for fun, despite your body belonging to me!?” Yuuri scolded her, surprised by her reaction.
Suzuri’s bad habit was her sudden tunnel vision when pursuing a goal. Was this the arrogance born from her Walking Technique, which allowed her to see her opponent’s hand and react accordingly? Coupled with her utter fearlessness toward death, she seemed to feel no terror in receiving attacks.
She was also audacious in their intense exchanges, unafraid of her partner’s methods. She remained indifferent even to the fury of a Master she herself had transformed, thinking he would easily press his strength into her if she tempted him. But now, having fully synchronized with the tentacle space, the means to satisfy his desire weren’t limited to a simple thrust into her core.
While the ultimate goal was unity at the deepest level, the addition of a tentacle-control area within his brain had vastly increased the period of tolerance before he reached his limit. Thus, even as the sight of his quarry augmented his resolve into a fierce determination, he had the composure to ignore the pathetic servant’s provocation. Calmly, he selected the specific tentacle that came to mind from the inner list and enforced its intended use.
“O-ohhh, Ooohhh, Ohhoooohhh♡♡ N-no, Master! Th-that’s not! That’s not true! ♡ My rear is a first time! ♡ It’s the first time since you took this body! ♡ And before that, too… it was unused until Yuuri, who had turned into Kurage-dono [Master Jellyfish], showed me his full affection! ♡♡” Suzuri protested, her cries breaking into messy syllables of overwhelmed surrender.
”I see! So that’s why it has a favorite mark in the catalogue! You wretched, stubborn wife! Did you want your rear tested so badly!? Is that why you used the Individual Domain to turn me into a monster!?” Yuuri raged.
He rubbed the tentacle against her inner defenses to torment his selfish servant. The tentacle was shaped like a string of connected spheres, its rounded surface studded with projections that carved an even greater intensity into her constricted resolve.
“Haaah, Anh♡ Y-yes! That’s right! I wanted you to cherish every inch of my spirit, so I let Yuuri fall into the form of a beast! Hoooh-heeennn!♡” Suzuri confirmed, utterly unrepentant.
”Hah! And are you satisfied now that you’re like this? Being tested in the rear? They say warriors in the shadows endure trials this way, but to think my wife has such a hobby!” Yuuri snarled.
Information raced through his head: How to manipulate the tentacles? What is the appropriate force to inflict only intensity and not pain on the subjugated Suzuri? He was managing all of this while keeping the control of his human body as the main axis, allowing him to use diverse abilities while remaining fundamentally a man. It was as if the inexplicable ability part of a standard Skill had hypertrophied without limit…
He could no longer truly define the boundary between himself and his Skill. He felt he truly had become the monster Suzuri claimed he was. But this, he realized, was probably Shelm’s intention—observing her increasingly complex experimental animal in this isolated, sterile Individual Domain, checking the results even now.
Yuuri was able to calmly analyze the gruesome situation he was in, yet still had the capacity to fully cherish Suzuri. However, no matter how seamlessly his thoughts now flowed, he was still merely a pawn in the Goddess’s hand. Feeling a sliver of anxiety for his future, he focused entirely on bringing intensity to Suzuri, who was now wholeheartedly relishing his guidance.
“Fuh-hee! Not enough! ♡ I need more! I need Yuuri’s strength too! A-and♡ It’s Yuuri’s fault that Suzuri became a lover of the rear! You, Kurage-dono, are the one who tested my defenses! Nohh!♡♡” Suzuri wailed, completely inverting the blame.
”You! Are you actually saying it’s my fault!? You must have had the disposition of a rear-obsessed woman from the start!” Yuuri shouted back.
Tentacles coiled around her entire body. Suzuri frantically thrust her hips, synchronizing with the tentacle drilling into her rear. His brazen wife, unconcerned that her husband was grieving his transformation, was utterly deranged by the base intensity of her guarded zone.
Anger, helplessness, and, above all, the sight of the mesmerizing girl’s fervent display, steadily intensified his emotions. In retaliation, he lashed out at Suzuri, whose fair body was shamelessly flushed crimson and contorting. An incessant stream of fervent energy overflowed from her open core.
To punish her loose resolve, a freely-bending tentacle pressed up from her rear toward her center. But Suzuri showed no signs of remorse and continued her evasions.
*”F-heh, Heuuh♡ It’s obvious that no woman could endure such intensity! I can’t possibly be especially determined! ♡ Y-yes, it’s true! If my sisters went through the same thing, they would definitely—Nnnngh!? ♡ Hoooaaaah!♡♡”* Suzuri cried, attempting to drag her sisters into her fervor.
”Shut up! They absolutely would not! They are royalty and nobility, unlike you and me! They would never engage in this kind of unnatural testing, twisting around in this… intensity!” Yuuri bellowed.
To silence Suzuri, who had the gall to involve Ashley and Marina, he fully wriggled the tentacle lodged in her rear. Simultaneously, he drove a mouth-tipped tentacle toward her, consuming every sensitive point. Suzuri arched her taut body like a bow, letting out a wretched cry while lavishly releasing fervent energy from between her thighs.
”Listen to me, Suzuri! This transformation of mine is a secret from them both! You are responsible for luring me into this Individual Domain. As punishment, you will be the instrument for these tentacles! …Prepare yourself, for the tentacle you created through your own actions will be yours to deal with, alone, from now on!” Yuuri warned the culprit who had changed her Master into a monster, looking around the hideous meat space.
If the existence of this tentacle space were to be revealed, its function and the actual objects would undoubtedly have to be disclosed. No matter how perceptive and understanding Ashley and Marina were, seeing him freely manipulate a repulsive existence that surpassed even the Labyrinth’s monsters would surely make them gasp in terror. The best-case scenario would be being told never to show the tentacles again; the worst was that they might shun even physical contact.
Yet, his desire for connection had only intensified since syncing with the tentacle space. But despite his command that she bear the burden of his intensity as the instigator, Suzuri only twisted her cheeks into a joyful smile.
”Me, alone…? Fuh-hee♡ Hee-hee-hee♡ Only me? Only I am special! ♡♡” Suzuri crowed.
It was a proud smile, as if she had won a form of affection that her revered sisters could never receive. Her misconception was extreme, but under the pretext of punishment, he couldn’t possibly retract the command now. He maneuvered the tentacles coiled around her legs, forcing her to spread her stance and fully expose her core. Suzuri offered no resistance, instead meeting his gaze with one of intense expectation.
Notes:
• 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.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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