Chapter 134 A Flesh Dungeon Ritual The Reluctant Princess Embraces Tentacle Pleasure *
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was in the oppressive darkness that she finally knew, beyond a doubt, she had arrived at the prison of flesh. A sickening squelching and churning—the sound of something utterly inhuman moving within a space never meant for a person—was accompanied by a deep, slow heartbeat that rattled her eardrums with its unnerving composure. The next thing she felt was the heavy, sickeningly humid air clinging to her skin. It was a muggy, body-warm embrace, completely unlike a cozy bedroom, and it immediately drew a slick, clammy sweat from her. The oppressive heat, the humidity, and the all-consuming darkness that obscured everything made her feel a terrifying illusion: that she was dissolving, merging into the very essence of this hideous space. From that unspeakable fear, she instinctively took a short, sharp breath, a tiny intake that instantly made her realize it was just another trap designed to corrupt her.
”Aah, darling, oh! Pant, pant!.”
”My, my, Princess, it sure seems like y’all enjoyin’ the air in here, don’cha now? Ooh, my boobies!”
With just that single breath, a heat started burning from her core. The moment Marina’s barely perceptible change reached Ashley’s ear, the hand that had been steadying her side grew brazen, immediately grasping and working the soft mound of her chest. When the palm found the hard, small point within the soft flesh, it slid aside, and thick fingers mercilessly pinched the sensitive point. As the fingers kneaded the nub, meticulously working it over, she and the maid beside her cried out in a panicked, pleasure-filled shriek, a sound that unwittingly delighted their Master’s ears.
”Hyaah! You fool!” Marina shrieked, her voice breathless. “M-My chest was already tight the moment Yuuri put that deep inside me! Ah! Oh! Uh-huhh! Stop that! Don’t push your little self in so hard! Not my soft places!”
”Ooh, Princess, I’m just so envious, I truly am! Come on now, Yuuri, sugar! Turn on the lights already!” Ashley cooed, her voice thick with desire. “Let me see the Princess’s lovely, melting face! Besides, I just know the Princess needs to see this tentacle room we’re about to be cared for in, don’t you think so, desuwa?”
”Yeah, I suppose we should,” Yuuri drawled, his voice steady, dominant. “Her face is already dripping with pleasure, and she’s tightening her hidden place and moving her hips like she’s begging for it.”
Amidst the dense, aphrodisiac miasma, her body was lifted and swayed, the fleshy rod still lodged deep inside her. Each sway rubbed the tip against the deepest part of her center, sending sparks of fire across her vision. Held captive by the powerful pleasure and his burly arms and thick presence, she couldn’t even think of escape. Yuuri and the others were speaking, but the words were barely registering. She tried to steady her spinning head and make sense of the fragments she did catch, but her own cries, fueled by the delightful agony of her crushed sensitive points that served as a cruel pick-me-up, echoed too loudly in her ears. In the humiliation of being so utterly subdued by just the insertion of his body, she looked up toward the burning gaze fixed upon her, only to have her lips immediately captured by a kiss.
”Mmffh! Stop it! H-Hick! Fughuuuuh!”
Blocking both her upper and lower mouths, the attack instantly stole her consciousness. Her flesh, already conditioned to find joy in her Master’s touch, could not withstand the rush of ecstasy caused by the contact of their sensitive parts. Her now-free hands and feet moved beyond her will, desperately reaching for a stronger pleasure by clinging to her Master’s body. Her arms wrapped around his firm neck to steady the kiss, and her long, doe-like legs splayed wide, toes digging into his thighs to anchor herself. With her chest and lower body thus exposed and defenseless, thick fingers, naturally, reached out to knead and roll the sensitive points within.
”Hoo! Mmngh! Fuhn-uuuuh!”
The effect of the golden lower-body mark was such that the feeling of climax was now nothing more than a simple, pleasant feeling. However, being driven to such an effortless peak also meant she could no longer argue with or chide her lustful companions with her body. While this sad, happy realization swept over her, the star-dazzled view around her began to grow brighter. Not caring that her vision was blurred with tears, she tried to peer out with a desperate sideways glance. Yuuri then released her lips, and she twisted her now-free neck to finally observe her surroundings.
”Hee! W-What is this?!”
”Woah there. Hey, stop squeezing your center so suddenly!” Yuuri warned, a smirk in his voice.
Flesh, flesh, and more flesh enveloped the space. Illuminated by strange, glowing organs, the dark was banished, and the visceral red of the dungeon, like the inside of a monstrous gut, pressed in right at her feet. Instinctively, she bent her knees, clinging to his body with her hidden place. A sweet shiver ran down her spine, threatening to buckle her legs, and in a panic, she hooked her toes back onto Yuuri’s thigh.
”Oh! T-This is Yuuri’s Tentacle Room, isn’t it?”
Fixing her body against his, she looked around again. The entire chamber felt like being imprisoned inside the guts of a monster. The construction resembled a natural cavern, but the stone had been replaced with flesh, and inexplicable organs sprouted everywhere. Considering the obvious use of the room was to violate and debase a woman, she couldn’t begin to imagine the functions of these bizarre appendages, wondering what exactly would happen to her. She looked up at her friend, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. Yuuri, sensing her anxiety, gently rolled her most sensitive point with his finger to reassure her.
”Relax. I agree it looks ugly, but there’s nothing here that will harm your body. It might be a little uncomfortable if you didn’t have a body inside you, but you’re not the type to get a kick out of making me panic like Ashley, are you?”
”Aww, that’s so mean, desuwa, Yuuri! I’ve already had a change of heart, thanks to all your educatin’! I mean, your distressed and angry faces are handsome and all, but I really, really prefer that resolute expression you get when you’re workin’ so hard to make us feel good!”
Submitting to the familiar pleasure, Marina listened to the lovers’ conversation. Ashley’s demeanor suggested that the primary method of this ‘education’ was simple contact and caress, and the aphrodisiac miasma that still permeated the air wouldn’t leave any lasting side effects. Still, she couldn’t immediately accept the vile flesh apparatuses. Yet, watching the maid stand calmly on the meaty floor with Yuuri, her own expectation for pleasure began to slowly grow.
”Gulp. S-So, what are you gonna do first? You’re not gonna throw me right into that tangle of tentacles and have me absolutely violated, are you?”
”Don’t be an idiot. That’s only for when a bad girl like this one here,” he teased, gesturing to Ashley, “needs a punishment. First, we’re going to slowly increase the tentacle caresses so you can accept the tentacles and the pleasure they bring. I’ll keep you held like this, with my body inside you the whole time. Just relax and enjoy the pleasure.”
”That’s exactly right, Princess! While a ‘punishment’ game with a body inserted is a real treat, that’s for later once you get a little more used to ’em, desuwa! It’s important to learn that the tentacles aren’t scary first, darling!”
Ashley offered this polite, sweet advice, folding her hands over her stomach and blushing. The gesture was so refined she could almost picture a stiff, buttoned-up apron dress, even though Ashley was brazenly exposing her full, voluptuous chest and perfectly toned body, her lower-body mark glowing wickedly. The scene was truly decadent. The knowledge that this elder companion was carefully setting up a phased education for a younger girl stepping into a new experience with the timid heart of a new recruit filled Marina with relief. This restrained behavior, a far cry from Ashley’s earlier antics upon returning from her Separate Domain ordeal, was clearly a testament to Yuuri’s leadership, and a wave of warmth swelled in Marina’s chest for her reliable friend.
Reading the devotion in Marina’s eyes, Yuuri removed his hand from the maid’s voluminous chest and gave a subtle nod with his chin. Ashley nodded back slightly, then stepped away from his side, walking quietly across the soft, deceptively slick flesh floor toward the strange organs sprouting from the wall.
”Oh! You’re surprisingly gentle, then? I thought I’d be forced into a much harsher submission,” Marina whispered, still held securely in his arms, questioning her Master’s unexpectedly sweet attitude towards his second-ranked servant.
”That play has its uses, too,” Yuuri murmured, his voice soft and soothing. “But if you start to hate the tentacles, then that defeats the whole purpose of having them, now doesn’t it?”
He continued to gently caress her body, his touch as sweet as ever, and whispered affectionately in her ear, making a ridiculous fantasy rise in her mind: that she was his most beloved one. As she shivered from the thrusting body that pulled her into this sweet illusion, a large palm cupped her drooped chin. Following his guiding hand, her gaze lifted slowly, finding Ashley, who had stopped and turned back towards them. At her feet was a massive, swollen lump of flesh big enough to lie down on, and Marina watched with bated breath, wondering what function this intended object possessed.
”Well then, my dear. I know you just took it off, but I need you to put it back on,” Yuuri ordered.
”Yes, my Master! Anything for the Princess!” Ashley exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. “You deserve to taste this goodness before even Suzuri-san gets a turn, darling!”
Following the unsettling exchange, Ashley lowered her arms. Her palms were now resting naturally at her sides, and she slightly parted her legs into an easy posture, her gaze fixed on them, her lower-body mark shining with an eerie, beautiful glow.
”Oh! The lump…” Marina gasped.
”It’s grotesque, I know, but don’t look away. I intend for you to be doing this yourself very soon, once you’ve grown accustomed to it,” Yuuri firmly reassured her.
At first, it just seemed like a mass of flesh that had swelled up, which was terrifying enough. But in the next moment, by some unseen mechanism, the lump unraveled into thick, rope-like strands. Each strand shifted into the exact same shape as the tentacles that had once stolen the tablet. The transformation didn’t stop there: the now-long tentacles began to wrap around Ashley’s body, one after another.
”Ah! I-Is she alright?” Marina worried, her voice hushed.
”Look at Ashley’s face. Does that look like a face of discomfort to you?” Yuuri challenged.
Marina couldn’t immediately answer her Master. It didn’t look comfortable at all. Even though her mind understood these were an extension of Yuuri’s power, their repulsive appearance triggered an unavoidable aversion. Yet, even as the monstrous shapes crawled all over her body, Ashley’s expression was one of pure ecstasy, and she stood perfectly still, yielding to the touch as if she were simply taking a shower. Confused by the huge gap between the situation and the expression, Marina tentatively nodded. Pleased by her assent, Yuuri returned to his persistent caress of her sensitive points and most sensitive spot, all while rocking his hips to thrust the flesh rod deep inside her center.
”Hah! Oh! My God! Your body! It’s touching the entrance to my womb! And my soft places! My little bean! It’s pounding inside my head!” Marina cried out, trembling.
”Hold on,” Yuuri scolded, still gentle but firm. “I’m not being easy on you because I’m spoiling you, you know. The best part is about to happen. You need to pay attention to Ashley, who’s putting her body on the line for her sister.”
As the sensitive nubs of flesh were plucked and snapped, Yuuri’s words seeped into her throbbing brain. Resisting the urge to let her gaze wander and be completely lost to the feeling, she managed to return her eyes to the flesh-clad Ashley. Just as the lump had unraveled, the tentacles glowed again with magic, shifting their shape once more. They re-merged, becoming a thin, broad covering that encased Ashley’s entire body.
”A-Ah, no way!” Marina whispered, aghast. “But this… this is so I can’t escape!”
”Heh-heh. You’re sharp, Marina. But what do you think? Doesn’t it suit Ashley perfectly?” Yuuri complimented.
It suits her, Marina realized with a low moan in her throat. The dress was mostly black, resembling the thick skin of a sea creature. This rubber-like exterior covered most of Ashley’s figure, morphing into the distinct shape of an apron dress. Unlike the combat attire Marina was familiar with, pink tentacles peeked out from the sleeves, hem, and neckline, making it instantly clear that she was being constantly caressed inside the garment. Furthermore, a strip of white-mimicking tentacle covered her greatly exposed chest, and upon closer inspection, it was meticulously kneading Ashley’s breasts, the very symbol of her motherhood. Despite being an erotic instrument designed to debase a woman while she wore it, the disguise—the cinched waist and the flared skirt—was every bit as stylish as a normal piece of clothing.
The result was a situation every servant would crave: a seemingly stylish outfit that was, in reality, a state of constant, total pleasure and proof of her Master’s affection. The lower-body mark was visible and brilliant over the black rubber, and even as she returned to a position of readiness, Ashley’s cheeks were flushed with a deep, obvious blush.
”I-It’s so… incredible!” Marina breathed, her shame giving way to awe.
”Heh-heh. The Princess will be able to do this, too, step-by-step! We’ll be moving a little quickly, but you can be patient, can’t you, darling?”
”By the way, Suzuri’s just about ready to try hers on. She’ll agree to it in a heartbeat, I know.” Yuuri added, his voice sly.
The tentacles were still unsettling. But the tentacle dress Ashley was wearing, handcrafted by Yuuri, looked strangely stylish. If I could wear that, Marina thought, I’d be caressed all over and Yuuri would be so, so pleased. Just imagining the scene made the first step toward getting used to the appendages seem lighter. If she hesitated now, this new act of affection would pass to Suzuri, and that would be a complete loss of face for the second-ranked servant.
”No, I don’t want that!” Marina whined, a surge of possessiveness gripping her. “…I’ll do it! I’ll start my tentacle training right now! I want to make Yuuri happy! And, and… Ashley looks so good, too! I want that for me!”
”Yes, you do! Oh, that’s my smart little Princess!” Ashley praised, her eyes sparkling. “Now, come right this way, darling! Let’s begin your tentacle education!”
Ashley walked toward her with the graceful bearing of someone crossing a royal court. I finally said it—I want the tentacles. Even though the other servants had already proven their safety, the monstrous shape still filled her with revulsion. Thinking about being worked over by those detestable appendages made her clutch her inner muscles tight, clinging desperately to his manly presence out of sheer nervousness. Looking up at her beloved friend for the strength she needed, Yuuri’s powerful arm pulled her into a firm embrace.
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Summary:
Marina finally enters the living, squelching flesh dungeon, a claustrophobic, hot chamber of carnal magic. Overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac miasma and Yuuri’s intense penetration, her body spirals into inescapable pleasure, despite her protests. Ashley, the eager servant, demonstrates the room’s purpose, culminating in a striking reveal: a tentacle dress that constantly caresses the wearer. This erotic piece of magic—a blend of hideous tentacle and alluring fashion—spurs Marina’s possessiveness, overcoming her final reluctance as she desperately asks for her own ‘tentacle training’ to please Yuuri and assert her status among the harem servants.
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Character Insight:
Marina’s internal struggle showcases her core conflict: her ingrained moral sense battling her body’s overwhelming, chemically and magically induced sexual conditioning. Her decision to embrace the tentacle ritual isn’t just about pleasure, but a profound act of submission and loyalty to Yuuri, motivated by a fear of losing his affection to the other servants like Suzuri. She’s trading her independence for a feeling of being ‘most beloved,’ a key turning point in her development as a reincarnated princess.
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Behind the Scene:
The ‘flesh dungeon’ setting establishes a new, extreme level of erotic world-building for the characters. The introduction of the tentacle dress is a plot device that binds the servants to Yuuri not only through sex but through their uniform, making the act of wearing it a badge of honor and a constant source of conditioning. Yuuri’s gentle, methodical approach to Marina’s ‘education’ contrasts sharply with the room’s terrifying aesthetic, reinforcing his manipulative, dominant yet loving master persona.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• 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.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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