Chapter 113 Blindfolded Submission The Tentacle’s Overwhelming Erotic Power
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri had been yearning for this.
He entwined countless extensions around his childhood friend’s mature body, which was soft everywhere he touched. Yes, it was good that he had finally taken hold of that gem that was surely meant to be dedicated to someone else.
But that alone wasn’t enough. No human body could possibly adore every single part of her soft skin—a skin that incited desire in all its places—all at the very same time.
Thus, even though Yuuri was forcibly transformed from his human form due to the selfish whim of a woman the Goddess had casually picked up to play with, he would feel some relief if this change offered a way to resolve his inner conflict. What’s more, his bold childhood friend had joyfully accepted this strange power, which Yuuri had tried to hide, fearing her rejection.
That’s why there was no need for patience anymore. Yuuri sent out countless heads of his diverse extensions—some with focused pressure, some with a gentle touch, some with fine sensation—to desire fully, stroke, and caress the jewel of a woman who’d been stripped practically naked.
”Heahh! Hooohh! Fuhiiiiihhh!!—It’s amazing, ahh! It wasn’t enough! When Yuuri touches me, it feels all tingly and good, but Yuuri only has two hands!” Ashley breathed out, the pleasure making her voice crack.
Thinking about it, maybe this problem was more acute for the Servant herself.
After all, it was different from the Master just feeling dissatisfied with two arms when touching a woman’s body. The Servant, whose body had been remade to feel pleasure upon his contact so she couldn’t disobey her Master, would always have parts missed, no matter how intensely she was adored.
In short, the more the Servant opened her heart to her Master, the more she inevitably suffered from an unfulfilled ache.
”Fuohh, ooh!! Th-that’s why! I, I had to… I had to trick my core and get it comforted by your essence! By Yuuri’s essence!” she pleaded, her tone suddenly shifting to a distressed confession.
Yuuri wondered if the shrewd Shelm had anticipated this flaw in the skill. Or maybe she ignored it, assuming the Servant would be flung into a state of ecstatic oblivion by the Master’s human presence anyway.
Because this problem had been neglected, the extensions Yuuri gained through the Goddess’s scheme functioned as an extremely effective compensation.
First, Yuuri wrapped the fine-sensation extensions around her form, which his hands couldn’t fully cup. Though they lacked the dexterity of fingers, the long, numerous, thin extensions bound the rich, soft flesh into distorted knots, creating waves of pleasure across the entire surface as they writhed.
It wasn’t a stimulus as strong as when the Master kneaded them by hand, but the sweet numbness, which had no escape, forced Ashley to release a shriek of ecstasy. She desperately twisted her body, trying somehow to release this newfound pleasure.
However, the extensions wrapped around her limbs, holding her down with their focused grips, unanimously restrained her movements, refusing to allow her to carelessly waste the favor she was receiving.
This sight, almost like a captured maid being overwhelmed by a group of intimate forces, intensified the lust-driven heat in Yuuri’s human presence as he watched Ashley’s devoted display, manipulated by the extensions.
”Funyuhh, Fughyuuuuhhh!! My form! Oh, my form! No! They’ll have marks! Yuuri won’t tell me they’re beautiful anymore!” Ashley cried out in a mix of panic and pleasure.
”Don’t worry. A Servant’s body isn’t made that delicately,” Yuuri stated firmly. “Besides, if I don’t express devotion this carefully, you won’t feel good, will you?”
In fact, Ashley’s already large and soft form was cinched up into a strange, seemingly worrying shape, tightly bound by the firm fine-sensation extensions.
Ashley, a former noble lady, would never have focused on her body this way, so she likely never imagined that a part of her own body could be so uniquely constrained. Since her vision was sealed by the blindfold, the sight of her form, bound and stretched by the fine-sensation extensions, seemed to be a source of worry for her.
It was clear she was receiving enough pleasure even in this state, but Yuuri couldn’t take off the blindfold right now. He didn’t want to frighten her too much and cause her to develop an aversion to future extension attention, so while his words were aggressive, he eased the binding.
In their place, Yuuri brought two of the previously withdrawn focused extensions and made them concentrate on the peaks of her rebounding form.
”Nhiii! Hiiihh!! Wh-what is this! A focused point!? Is this also Yuuri’s extension!?” she shrieked, confusion lacing her excitement.
”Yes, it is. It’s convenient, this one,” Yuuri explained. “It can get into tight places. Like this, for example.”
Yuuri let one fine-sensation extension gently concentrate on the point it had been stimulating, rolling the tip with a long, thin contact, while another was pressed against her crotch tattoo. Yuuri pushed the tip further toward her core, utilizing the softness of her lower abdomen to slip under the waist of her shorts.
”Haah! What is that? It’s coming in! Aah! Th-there!” she yelped, her hips twitching.
Jori-jori. Yuuri deliberately emphasized the feeling on her skin, making the focused extension ripple like a current.
As the current, which had taken over the receptive area like it owned the place, raised its intensity inside her shorts, Ashley, whose whole body was being ravaged by pleasure, seemed to instantly figure out its target.
”Hihh, hiiihh! St-stop—Fughyuuuuuhh!!” she screamed a futile protest.
Gajiri. Yuuri intensified the concentration on her most sensitive point, which was standing at its limit due to the focused gaze from the empty air, with the firm pressure of the extension.
The pressure applied was only enough for a light pinch with a finger. But due to the synergy between the extension’s hard focus and the Servant’s body of absolute obedience to the Master, the stimulation felt terrifying—like it was about to be overwhelmed to the Servant.
Ashley convulsed repeatedly, her limbs rigid, due to the pleasure spreading from her most sensitive spot and the complete intensity delivered by the relentless stimulation.
”Looks like you’re having fun, Ashley?” Yuuri observed.
”Fugh, uugh… Ha, hahiee! I feel so good, Master! I’m wearing my underwear, yet my core is being focused on and attended to! It’s strange! This is all so wrong!” she sighed, the sense of shame only adding to her arousal.
The extensions were not bound by the limitations imposed on the human body. They could assault her with an impossible number of simultaneous focuses and could freely slip into places where clothing would block a human hand.
Even though she was envious of her younger sister’s success and had looked forward to this herself, the Head Servant couldn’t hide her confusion at the unexpected level of pleasure brought by this unknown favor.
”Uugh! But it’s wonderful, Master! It feels so good! I’m glad I became your Servant! To be loved by Yuuri’s extensions is the best!” she boasted sweetly.
As she was caressed everywhere—her sensitive points, her form, and her limbs and torso—Ashley whispered in a daze.
Even over the black leather covering her eyes, her unreserved smile was clearly visible. The way she convulsed irregularly, having every ounce of pleasure dug out of her body, seemed utterly devoted and highly satisfied.
—But even though Yuuri’s human presence was swelling with heat at Ashley’s devoted display, the sensation he was getting from touching his beloved with the extensions clearly had a filter.
Even though Yuuri was consciously controlling the extensions, he felt a sense of alienation, as if he were only watching his wife writhe in pleasure.
This was undoubtedly the Goddess’s “adjustment,” a measure to prevent Yuuri’s consciousness from being completely pulled into the extension-self’s way of thinking.
Was he doomed to play the role of a mere living vessel of attention that only existed to please his wife?
—Yuuri wanted to believe that wasn’t true.
He recalled Shelm’s prowess when she created Ai by dividing her own being. That was surely an achievement only possible for a being who had gained enough complexity to govern a skill.
However, even if he couldn’t go that far, establishing a human-centric way of thinking while fully sharing the sensation between the extensions and his body should still be possible.
While Yuuri lacked certainty, having been shown a clear precedent, he believed the challenge was worth it. This, too, was likely just part of the Goddess’s scheme, but since his beloved, who was the motivation for this, had accepted it, there was no reason to stop.
Just as Yuuri hardened his resolve, the high-pitched cries echoing in the bedroom yanked him back to reality.
”Ahh! Ahh! It’s wonderful, Yuuri! My beloved husband! I love you! I’m so happy! I’m so happy!” she cried out, her voice full of love and lust.
Yuuri looked beside him, where he was brought back to himself, and saw his wife, completely exposed and writhing with extensions clinging all over her body.
It seemed the extensions had continued their work, satisfying the greedy enthusiast within her even while Yuuri was lost in thought. While he was happy to have accidentally moved a step closer to his ambition, a surge of sadism welled up against his devoted wife, who had indulged in pleasure alone without considering her husband’s worries.
For his own sanity, Yuuri needed to silence the cries that were irritating his human presence.
He pulled out the focused extension that had been nestled in her shorts and, faster than Ashley could question the break in the attention, Yuuri reached out his arm. Without mercy, he pinched her most sensitive point, which was clearly heightened even through the soaking wet fabric.
”Nyiih! Hih! It’s… I can’t culminate, I can’t, hih, Niiiiiiiiihh!” she gasped in surprise and disappointment.
The Servant’s body cannot culminate without the Master’s human essence.
This was a trick Yuuri had repeatedly used to discipline Suzuri, and it was a proven effective method for Servants who expected pleasure but were denied the one thing that gave it to them: the frustration of having their arousal cut short. As expected, Ashley’s hips squirmed as she was denied the culmination she should have received, leaving her feeling let down.
”Hooh! Ooh! Y-Yuuri! Th-that’s not! You can’t do that!” she protested, her voice tight.
”Yeah. You Servants can’t culminate unless it’s with my essence. You knew that, didn’t you?” Yuuri challenged her.
To control her writhing hips, Yuuri kept rolling the pinched, sensitive point between his fingers, preventing her from achieving any kind of release. It was then that Ashley seemed to realize she’d been indulging in pleasure while neglecting her Master, and her mouth set like a child who had been caught misbehaving.
”Aah! I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Master! I was the only one feeling good! Your essence is so strong and focused, but I was so caught up in the extensions…” she apologized meekly.
She had missed the excitement of the essence that granted her the deepest pleasure, preoccupied with the extension caress. This was a shameful failure for a Servant, even more so than neglecting her Master.
Ashley, whose neck was now flushed red, squirmed shyly.
Normally, Yuuri would wait for the imperfect Servant’s apology, but his rising sadism was mixed with a desire to tease his sweet childhood friend even more.
”Hmph, soaking your undergarments like this. I was hoping you were desperate for my essence, but were the extensions what you really wanted?” Yuuri taunted.
”Haah! That’s not true! Yuuri’s essence is the best! Please, please have mercy! If you don’t use your essence to comfort my core, I’ll surely go mad!” she pleaded desperately, a sharp contrast to Suzuri’s usual rebellious attitude.
Yuuri had thought she would put up more of a fight, but thinking about it, Ashley was fundamentally obedient and honest about her pleasure. He considered turning this into a conditioning session, but the truth was, he was running behind schedule.
If they were in his Individual Domain, Yuuri would take days to tame her, but he had promised his advisor, Marina, to settle this before dinner. If he delayed and she called for them, they might both end up exposed and prostrating themselves before the young princess.
Therefore, although the desire to continue pursuing his focus tugged at him, Yuuri couldn’t deny Ashley’s submission here.
—Everything is for the sake of spending my life with the girls who have offered me their body and soul. Yuuri mentally reminded himself not to stray from his planned course for the sake of immediate gratification.
”Then say what you crave, Servant Ashley. What is it you truly desire from your Master?” Yuuri commanded her.
”Ah! Aahh! Your essence! Your essence! Please punish my ill-mannered core that was so insensitive it didn’t notice your essence was fully ready because the extensions felt so good!” she begged, her voice a breathless, devoted chant.
While listening to Ashley’s speech, Yuuri didn’t stop moving the fingertips he had placed on her core, just as he had kept the other extensions moving.
Yuuri put his thumb right on her fully heightened sensitive point and focused carefully. At the same time, his middle finger traced the seam over the soaking wet fabric, sometimes unexpectedly thrusting deep into the folds of the area.
Each time, Ashley’s raised hips convulsed sharply, spreading a warm, wet sensation across her soaking shorts.
”Deep inside my receptacle! Into the creation chamber! Please engage me hard with your essence! Punish me again, teach me that this is the Servant’s true purpose!” she implored.
Ashley wasn’t lifting her hips just due to the reflex from the focus’s pleasure; she was consciously raising her hips to offer her secret place, just as she had declared.
If the extensions hadn’t been restricting her, she would likely be opening her legs and gyrating her hips wantonly.
Nodding at this clear intent, Yuuri took his hand away from her core and reached for her shorts.
”I’m taking them off now.” Yuuri informed her.
”Hn! Yes! Take them off! Take them down! Finally, Yuuri will see me! Finally, I’ll get your essence inserted!” she gasped excitedly.
Yuuri acted a bit haughtily as he hooked his finger onto the waistband. He pulled the fabric a little forcefully, and realizing the last piece of protection was about to be removed, Ashley opened her legs slightly to help her Master with the undressing.
Nuchiri. With a wet, sucking sound, the soaked area stretched, letting a thick, female scent spread through the air. The turned-inside-out shorts slipped down over her garter belt and thigh-high socks.
”Haah, ah! I’m embarrassed!” she whispered, a hint of shyness remaining.
”Haha, it’s a little late for that. Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell, can’t you? My essence hasn’t stopped focusing this whole time. Even I couldn’t wait to delve into your receptacle,” Yuuri chuckled warmly.
It wouldn’t look good to tear her underwear hastily. Suppressing his impatience, Yuuri smoothly pulled the protection away from her long legs.
”Aah, please! Hurry!” she pleaded.
”Don’t rush me. I’ll insert it right away,” Yuuri assured her.
He hadn’t meant to tease her. It was just that Ashley’s legs were so long that even the simple act of removing her underwear took too much time. During that time, with the extensions continuing to caress her whole body, Ashley was at her limit, urging him on with a pathetic whimper.
”Haah! Aahh! L-look at me!” she begged again.
”Yes, I’m looking. What a completely devoted receptacle you are. But you are also very eager and beautiful, focusing your core as you wait for me,” Yuuri praised her.
Then, using the power of the extensions, he forced her legs wide apart.
Submitting to the undeniable coercion, and also desiring the insertion, Ashley raised her hips without resistance, exposing her ready secret place.
—Yuuri could hear his own throat swallowing loudly.
The first thing he saw was her profusely receptive secret place, the opening wide open. It was still overflowing with a large amount of fervent fluid, which had spread across her entire core, clinging to her fine hair and dripping from her full buttocks.
Yuuri placed a hand on her long, smooth leg and shifted his gaze, seeing the dark red crotch tattoo gleaming on her fair lower abdomen.
And on her form, the fine-sensation and focused extensions were still swarming, surely melting Ashley’s mind with sweet pleasure.
Finally, her beautiful face, still covered by the blindfold. Yuuri could clearly hear her hot, moist breaths being repeatedly exhaled even from a distance. Feeling her brow furrowed in devotion and the gaze that must still be directed at him, even though it was covered, his essence grew even more focused.
Yuuri wanted to stare a while longer, but he had to admit that the moment of peak arousal was the best time for coupling.
”Here I come.” Yuuri declared.
”Hn!” she affirmed instantly.
Realizing the long-awaited moment had come by the shift of Yuuri’s gaze to her core, Ashley’s quick reply met his ears as he lined up the head of his essence to her opening.
Guchuri. A wet sound, exactly what Yuuri expected, made the corners of his mouth turn up. Yuuri looked up, and he thought he saw Ashley nod slightly.
Finding no reason to hesitate any longer, Yuuri pushed his hips forward forcefully, yet slowly.
”Ngh! Oh! Fuoh! Oh!” she cried out, pleasure and surprise mixing in her voice.
”Ugh, aah…! Damn, this receptacle is just irresistible after all!” Yuuri groaned in pure animalistic pleasure.
The essence slid in without any resistance, parting the inner flesh, making Yuuri feel as if Ashley was actually fully accepting him. The essence sank until their cores met, simultaneously pressing its tip deep into the back of her receptacle.
”Hooh! Ooh!—Heh! Nh! What is this! Heheh!” Her voice suddenly changed.
Would the sacred essence have an effect on the Head Servant, who was an enthusiast of fervor?
While Yuuri didn’t doubt Ai’s work, he couldn’t deny feeling anxious until he actually inserted it, even though Suzuri, who had pledged obedience, had already shown reproducibility. However, the moment the insertion was complete, Ashley’s voice, which had been sharp with pleasure, changed into a sweet, melted whimper squeezed from the back of her throat.
This was the second reason Yuuri had insisted on her wearing the blindfold all along.
Yuuri looked down at their joined area to confirm the change: the mark of her servitude etched on her lower abdomen—the dark red, glowing crotch tattoo—was just about to blaze into gold.
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Summary:
The Master, Yuuri, finally unleashed his complex tentacle skill on his devoted Servant, Ashley, binding and stimulating her body in ways his human hands couldn’t achieve. This overwhelming, multifaceted pleasure drove Ashley to ecstatic cries, yet Yuuri felt a deep sensory disconnect—a flaw left by the Goddess’s adjustment.
Driven by a mix of lust and sadism, Yuuri quickly ended the tentacle foreplay to reassert his human dominance. He used his Master’s rod to penetrate Ashley, aiming to fulfill the true Servant purpose and integrate his power, which immediately caused her crotch tattoo, the mark of her servitude, to ignite with a golden light, confirming the profound effect of his human body on her erotic destiny.
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Character Insight:
Yuuri’s internal struggle with his tentacle power is highlighted; he wants the pleasure to be shared and human, not just a tool for his wife’s satisfaction. His decision to switch back to his Master’s rod shows his priority—the Master/Servant bond and the sacred nature of their union is more important than the raw, inhuman power. Ashley’s reaction confirms that despite the intense tentacle pleasure, only Yuuri’s human touch and rod can provide the absolute climax and sense of purpose demanded by her Servant body.
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Behind the Scene:
The scene sets up the key conflict of the arc: Yuuri’s desire to fully master the tentacle skill, not just use it as a separate body part. The Goddess’s manipulation is a constant presence, which Yuuri must overcome. The time constraint—the mention of the meeting with Marina—adds an underlying pressure, preventing the chapter from becoming a simple, drawn-out erotic encounter and forcing Yuuri’s decisive return to his human Master role.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• Ai – The recently-formed sub-divinity/ego who manages the world’s Skills. Her sudden, intense burst of divine will (“ki”) almost bleached Yuuri’s wicked thoughts. Called Yuuri “Elder Brother” and declared genuine affection and trust based on his efficiency with her Skills.
• 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.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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