Chapter 103 The Night of Desired Agony and the Terrifying New Skill
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Mini-summary:
Imprisoned within Yuuri’s pulsating, sentient flesh dimension, Suzuri is forced to confront her absolute subservience. As her Master, transformed by his tentacle power, uses her body as a living forge to create a terrifying new Labyrinth-conquering skill, Suzuri must endure waves of overwhelming pleasure and pain, all while desperately trying to anchor her Master’s focus and ensure the ritual’s success. Their warped intimacy culminates in a mutual climax, cementing her loyalty with the birth of a power so destructive it earns the name ‘Jinkai’.
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Inside this fleshy expanse, she was relentlessly made to understand: she was the weakest thing here. For the first few times they coupled, Yuuri had been kind enough to include his own tentacled caresses, layering his skin upon hers with a semblance of affection. Yet, with every cycle, that twisted favor had morphed, changing into a unilateral inscription of pure, overwhelming ecstasy.
The tentacles coiled around her limbs were unyielding; no matter how she bucked and spasmed in pleasure-wracked attempts to gain leverage, they didn’t so much as twitch. Her face, lost to rapture, her breasts, heaving wildly—they were inescapably exposed to her master. Similarly, her private juncture , held immodestly open and locked in place, was relentlessly pierced to its absolute limit by his fully engorged organ.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a mere aperture set into a coffin of meat, created solely for the purpose of milking his treasured piece. There was no mutual tenderness befitting the act of love between a man and a woman; there was only the Master’s act of tormenting his servant to satisfy his own monstrous desire.
*—But it was I myself who forced this action upon him.* She had craved this flesh-space, this synchronization with her Master, going so far as to inflict a massive psychic burden on his consciousness just to regain that non-human pleasure. Even if the consequence was a Master completely drunk on his tentacles, she had to accept the payment with grace.
”Aah! That’s incredible! I can’t get enough! Suzuri’s pussy stays tight the *entire* time!” Yuuri crowed, his voice thick with a casual, boastful pleasure.
”Fugh! Uuuh! Hiii-guuuh! ♡♡” Suzuri gasped, the sound ragged and animalistic.
Hard and thick, her Master’s rod drilled violently into her vaginal depths. Though she desperately continued her service by tightening the only part she could—her vaginal muscles—Yuuri refused to even meet her gaze.
*—I am being watched.* Her Master had already achieved full synchronization with the flesh-space. Invisible eyes, assessing their prey from outside the meat-walls, were crackling and burning her skin. Not just one or two, but a whole universe of them—like the night sky, but encompassing her fully, peering into every last pore. Moreover, every sensitive spot—her nipples, her clit, her armpits, her navel, her asshole, and even her very fingertips—had become a target for the diverse array of hungry tentacles.
*—It feels too good*. That was the only thought she could summon. A gentle nip from the tentacles’ teeth on a single nipple was enough to push her close to the brink of climax. With her whole body subjected to it simultaneously, she couldn’t even manage a word of appreciation for her Master. Consequently, only meaningless, bestial cries were being choked from her throat, and Yuuri manipulated the tentacles to make those cries sound as gratifying as possible.
”Nngh! Ow! Fuooooooh! Ha ha ha! It *is* your asshole, isn’t it, Suzuri? Just a little rub up there and your pussy clenches especially hard. But, your cries from your nipples and clit hit my cock harder! No, the real struggle is not being able to use all the holes at once!” Yuuri boasted, his eyes seemingly fixed on nothing in particular.
Observation and interference, it seemed, were much easier when delegated to the tentacles and the space itself. Aside from the words meant to incite her victimhood, the pleasure-giving cock, and the one strong hand gripping her hip, all other functions were being handled by the tentacles. In truth, apart from the sharp, pure sensation of climax, the deeply comforting warmth that welled up in her chest came only from Yuuri’s human body’s caresses. Even though she tried to communicate this by clenching around his rod with her vagina, he wouldn’t grasp her intention.
”Ugh! *Kuh*…! What a truly commendable effort, this little pussy of yours! Fine then! If you want it that badly, I’ll give it to you—right to the very depths again!” he challenged, pressing deeper.
”Hiiuh! Hiyaaaaaah! ♡♡” Suzuri shrieked, her voice tearing.
*Zukuri*, his rod plunged in, and she received his semen deep in her vaginal vault—for the umpteenth time. The reverberating screams of her climax, the cries of her Skill acquisition—to the current Yuuri, they were probably just signals that he had succeeded in causing an orgasm. She could only gaze through tear-filled eyes at Yuuri’s body, which had become nothing more than a part of the tentacle meant to ejaculate.
—And then, after a momentary respite, Yuuri, who should have started moving again, strangely limited himself to only manipulating the tentacles.
”Fwehh! Hii! Nya, Yuuri! Wh-what are you doing?! ♡♡” Suzuri cried, her voice still broken by pleasure.
”*Tch*. The tentacles’ fingers won’t do it? How bothersome,” Yuuri grumbled, sounding impatient.
Her uterus was already swollen to its limit from repeated ejaculations. Yet, her body still clung to his cock, greedily lapping up her Master’s mercy. Her traitorous flesh, which was independently gorging on pleasure, made her speech completely unintelligible. And Yuuri, who was nearing nirvana and dissolving into the flesh-space, seemed utterly bored with the monotony of the repeated violation. His next move was terrifyingly unpredictable, and despite her frantic pleas, he didn’t acknowledge her at all.
In the meantime, the Master briefly touched her crotch tattoo with five tentacle-fingers; seeing no reaction, he huffed a dissatisfied complaint. He then lightly probed her navel with a tentacle-finger in a fit of pique, before finally lifting the hand that had been gripping her hip and gently laying it over the crotch tattoo.
”Foh! Ohhh! Th-this… could it be! ♡” Suzuri squealed in realization.
”Hmph, so you can tell after it’s been used once,” Yuuri noted, a hint of dark amusement in his voice.
As if pushing into her soft lower abdomen, magic flowed from his fingertips into the crotch tattoo. It was the same sensation as when he had forged the *Shiroumuku* before. Unable to move a muscle, she felt a massive surge of magic being poured into her as the tattoo glowed a dark, angry red.
”P-please, wait! I can’t take this! Nyaah! My sisters aren’t here, and your safety, Yuuri… is… Fhiiin! ♡♡” Suzuri begged, trying to voice a concern beyond her own pain.
”That’s what the damn tentacles are for. Because you wished for this space, my head’s been messed with enough that I can now control the tentacles. I bet I can construct the skill all by myself while still keeping you pinned down!” Yuuri declared, flashing a predatory smile, as if he’d just found a brilliant new way to bypass a rule.
*—But will it truly work that easily?* The skill he was about to create was clearly his main weapon for labyrinth conquest, utilizing the elements of the *Holy Sword*—a far greater scope than the *Shiroumuku*. It was questionable if he could even finish it as a usable skill.
Interpreting her gaze of doubt as another act of disloyalty, the Master, who was already running hot with tentacle-lust, reinitiated his full-body caress to show off his power.
”Hanyaah! Fuoh! Ohhh! ♡♡ Th-this is…! Y-you’re really going to do it?!” she choked out in a mix of terror and pleasure.
”That’s right. Thanks to you, my thoughts are clearer than usual. I feel like I could create *any* skill right now,” Yuuri proclaimed calmly, gazing at the empty, fleshy wall.
As he confidently declared his intentions, a new tentacle slithered out from the meat wall. At first glance, it looked like a gigantic version of the other oral tentacles, but it was far more massive and completely devoid of teeth. It looked like some kind of large sea slug , and as she recoiled from its imposing size, it opened its maw wide, threatening to swallow all four of her limbs.
”Hii! Hiiiyiii! ♡♡” she screamed in panic.
”Calm down. It’s just for more secure restraint. After all, if I just wrap the others around you, there’s a chance you’ll slip out,” Yuuri explained, entirely unfazed.
Having once lost her limbs, she couldn’t shake off the resistance to being made into a look-alike daruma doll . She tried to exert force inside the restraining tentacle to calm herself, but since they were gently suctioning her, her limbs remained stretched and couldn’t be pulled free.
”Ah! Aah! I-I can’t move! Fuwaaahn! ♡” she wept, utterly helpless.
”*Ah*. Being embedded in my domain, you are truly pathetic and adorable. I’d almost like to keep you right here, like this, for the rest of your life,” Yuuri mused, utterly satisfied with his successful immobilization of his beloved toy. He then plunged his rod one final time. Treating the servant as a fleshy ornament now fixed to the meat floor, he used the tentacles to inspect her anus, urethra, and oral cavity, checking if she could, indeed, be *kept* there.
Concluding that such a thing *was* possible, he confirmed his investigation by flicking her clitoris and returning his gaze to the crotch tattoo.
”You truly have a perfect body, Suzuri. Just the thought of remaking you to my liking makes my cock unable to calm down. Brace yourself—I’m going to create a phenomenal skill and make you orgasm yourself senseless!” he warned, his voice low and possessive.
”Hauu! If you fail with me, please never try it on my older sisters! If you are driven by the urge to use the tentacles, I will bear it all, so please, do not forget the purpose you must achieve! Fhiiiiin! ♡♡” she pleaded, her loyalty overriding her pain.
It seemed the creation of the skill was already a foregone conclusion in Yuuri’s mind. He was surprisingly confident, but despite the previous success with the *Shiroumuku*, her anxiety wouldn’t abate. When she stressed her condition—that if he failed and she was left with lasting side effects, the damage must be confined to her alone—Yuuri responded by sending a pleasurable current through her nipples with a gentle tentacle nip.
”Of course I know that. Suzuri, you will take responsibility for making me like this. Even if you turn into a mere lump of meat, I’ll love you all the more, without change.”
”—In that case, I shall say nothing more.”
She had, after all, been granted her life back, and she was burdened by the guilt of having turned him into a tentacle degenerate. Resigning herself, she relaxed her body. A single tentacle slid into her mouth, perhaps to prevent her from biting her tongue.
”Then, here we go.”
”Fugh. —Fugih! Fhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! ♡♡” Suzuri screamed, the short response coinciding with a powerful current of pleasure that shot from her lower abdomen through her entire body. She could see the crotch tattoo, barely visible from the cleavage in her chest, pulsing with a dark red light, changing its shape. She gritted down on the tentacle to ride out the surging pleasure, and the small teeth at its tip gently nibbled her tongue, helping her flaccid body channel the intense sensation. Mercifully, the sea-slug tentacle’s restraint did not loosen, sparing her the indignity of thrashing about.
”Fugh! Uuuh! N-fhoooooooouuuuh! ♡♡” she moaned, her voice lost.
”It’s alright, Suzuri. See? I, too, am… conscious. Ha ha! How about that? It’s thanks to you. Because you turned me into a tentacle-man, I can create a skill even when I’m alone,” Yuuri stammered, his words slurred as they had been upon first entering the space—the sign of high-level skill construction for labyrinth conquest. Yet, his gaze was firmly fixed on her, emphasizing his lucidity. Was his strained talk meant to soothe the pleasure-wracked servant? During the previous *Shiroumuku* bestowal, her two sisters had been beside her to support her when she was on the verge of madness from pleasure. Now, only Yuuri could bear that role. Seeing that he was bearing the necessary burden and refusing to give up his role to complete the task, she realized that even if he had become a tentacle degenerate, the deepest part of Yuuri remained unchanged.
After a period of gazing and talking to one another, the hand resting on her lower abdomen pressed lightly, and she felt something warm and gentle settle into her womb.
”—It’s done. I think I made a better job of it than the *Shiroumuku*,” Yuuri announced, a deep satisfaction in his voice.
”Fugh! …Puh! I… I understand! Yuuri’s second skill! N-now, please! I beg you, ejaculate! Impregnate the skill! Make the skill Yuuri created *mine*!” Suzuri begged, the tentacle being withdrawn from her mouth allowing her to articulate her fervent request to her Master.
It was the same sensation she’d experienced before: a newly forged skill awaiting bestowal. All that remained was to receive Yuuri’s semen deep in her vagina as usual. Her Master, averting his gaze, started to move his tentacles again.
”Well said. As you wish, I will give it to you. I will make you feel the greatest pleasure with the tentacles you love, and then implant the skill in your womb. —There!”
”Fuah! N-haaaaaaaah! ♡♡” she screamed as Yuuri’s thrusting began amidst the full-body tentacle caress. A single, hard thrust, his hand still gripping her hip, sent her consciousness soaring near climax. With the added pleasure of the tentacles, she felt she might pass out entirely.
—*But I must endure*. She knew that the ultimate ecstasy was achieved when the climax coincided with the ejaculation. Furthermore, the skill she was about to receive was a unique skill, a namesake for a servant who attends Yuuri. Therefore, it was not an arrogant demand for a servant to wish to climax together with her Master, acquiring the skill in a peak of shared pleasure.
As she mulled this over, Yuuri’s rigid rod plunged in two, then three more times. Just that alone was enough to make her strain every muscle to avoid crossing the line into climax.
”Ha ha! You’re already about to cum! It’s fine, you can cum as many times as you like! I’ll make you feel good again every single time!” Yuuri taunted, missing the point entirely.
”N-no, please! We must cum together! T-together! It has to be together! If it’s not together, if it’s not a skill earned by making Yuuri feel good, I—I will absolutely regret it!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with fierce conviction.
A skill bestowed by the Master was the servant’s raison d’être. Of course, the skill’s performance wouldn’t diminish just because she had shamelessly come alone. But this was a matter of unyielding pride. She could not bear the feeling of obligation that she was merely being shown pity for being an inadequate servant every time she used the skill. She wanted to declare it a treasure, a jewel extracted by squeezing her Master’s semen. As she poured out this arrogant insistence alongside her ecstatic cries, her Master’s thrusting, accompanied by the tentacle caress, accelerated. For a moment, she feared her petty selfishness had angered him, but she immediately felt his rod begin to tremble—a sign of imminent release.
”I understand! I’ll ejaculate right now! I’m going to use your pussy a little roughly for that, but hold on for this short time!” Yuuri commanded, his voice strained.
”Hah! Ha-hii! Hoto! My pussy! Use it! I’ll squeeze, squeeze hard! Please, let your Mara feel good in Suzuri’s pussy!” she cried out, using crude, highly charged language to match his roughness.
At his command, she tensed her lower abdomen, clenching her vagina as hard as she could. Suddenly, she felt the shape of his rod with her entire vaginal wall. The powerful, grinding motion of his hips scraping against her walls made her feel like she’d shamefully reach her limit if she relaxed for even a moment.
”Uwah! *Kuh*…! What a grip! Keep holding on, bear with it! I’m going to *cum* right now! I’m going to blast it all into your pussy!” Yuuri roared in climax.
”Fhih, hiih! I can’t take it anymore! I can’t endure it! I’m coming! I’m c-coming now!” she shrieked, her control fraying.
His Master’s rod was trembling, about to grant her its mercy. But the final moment was agonizingly distant. In the midst of her beyond-limit impatience, she decided on one last gamble.
—*It’s only unbearable because I’m resisting. If I stop resisting, the pain will cease.* By deliberately letting go of her resistance to climaxing, she hoped her Master’s ejaculation would start in the brief window before she achieved true bliss. It was only a matter of a few seconds. As her body began to spasm, she received Yuuri’s final, forceful thrust deep within her cervix.
”Fwah! Ah! Ahhaaaaaaaah!? ♡♡” she screamed, the sound utterly shattered.
*Byu-kuh, Byu-kuh, D-byuuuuuuuuuuh!*
His semen—her long-awaited prize—began to pour into her cervical opening. The ecstasy she’d been holding back felt like a child’s game as she was launched to the peak of pleasure by the torrent of release. *She had won the gamble*. Just as she reached that conclusion, the delayed, full-force climax arrived, painting her mind a blinding, blank white.
”Igg! Higuh! Igg! Igg! I-guuuuuuuaaah! ♡♡♡” she wailed, screaming her ultimate ecstasy in a way that would be most pleasing to her Master. She tightly clamped down on the rod, which continued to ejaculate, forcing her juncture open to ensure not a single drop of his precious gift was wasted. As she did so, she felt the long-awaited skill, accompanied by the magic of his semen, rise to the place where her soul resided in her chest.
”Fuih! Hiih! Aah! Haah! K-coming! It’s C-coming! Higu! Fuuh! Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ♡♡♡”
It felt as if her body was being torn apart. Her most essential self was being reconfigured, reborn into an entity more convenient for her Master. So powerful was the skill being bestowed. Even as the largest wave of climax passed, her body still trembled with pleasure, unable to regain strength. Her Master, whose rod remained hard even after finishing his ejaculation, did not pull out of her vagina. This was certainly with the intention of continuing to satisfy his desire afterward, but it also served to satisfy the strange demand the servant had made. By seeking out their mutual desire until the very end of their coupling, they had completed the vital ritual of skill acquisition with full consistency. She indulged in the sight of her Master’s affection, glimpsed despite his frenzied desire, and waited for her breath to steady.
”You did well, Suzuri. You were singing so adorably that I was easily made to cum,” Yuuri whispered, his voice warm with satisfaction.
”Fuh. Uuh! Yuuri, that was a masterful performance! I’ve safely received the skill, and there are no defects in my body!” she responded, her voice trembling but triumphant.
Incredibly, Yuuri had successfully completed the skill creation that she had doubted due to his tentacle-driven frenzy. No matter how much his human qualities had been warped by his immersion in sensation, his information processing *ability* for skill construction had clearly improved remarkably.
—*Now, I must bear all his tentacle-lust, to utterly conceal my Master’s transformation.* Resolving herself, she focused on the newly bestowed skill. What came to mind was a list of versatility features. She recognized the sheer volume of information.
”*Shiroumuku*… No, is this *Darkness Wrap*?” she questioned, recognizing the element of her sister’s skill.
The ability to form any desired shape just by willing it—that element was incorporated, suggesting she wouldn’t struggle with its handling. She continued to check the list of features, and when she reached a certain point, her throat seized up.
”W-what is this…!” she gasped in shock.
”Did you not like it?” Yuuri challenged, a hint of concern in his voice.
—*I only needed a skill that wouldn’t hold my sisters back*. She hadn’t intended to be particular about the skill she acquired. But the sheer magnitude and offensive power of the bestowed skill—it was a sudden, jarring reminder that this skill contained the element of the *Holy Sword*. She let out a ridiculous cry of shock, then quickly shook her head at her confused Master, offering her belated thanks.
”Absolutely not! To be bestowed with such a magnificent skill…! Thank you, my Master! And thank you, my Sister!”
She owed both Yuuri, for creating the skill, and her absent younger sister, for providing the base *Holy Sword* skill, a debt she could never repay.
—*With this power, this sheer destructive force, she wouldn’t fear the petrifying monster that had held her captive for eighty years*. The performance details that surfaced in her mind suggested the core components were the *Holy Sword* and *Darkness Wrap*—a fusion of her sister’s and her own innate skills, giving birth to a terrifying new one. It was a dreadful technique, usable only against an opponent she had utterly resolved to destroy.
”—*Jinkai*,” she whispered the name.
Even on the warm, fleshy floor, she couldn’t stop trembling. It was the same feeling as that martial tremor she’d felt long ago in her homeland, the first time she’d ever drawn a bare sword.
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T/N:
1 crotch tattoo: *The Japanese term for this is* 股座 *(matagura, literally ‘crotch space’). We’re using the term ‘crotch tattoo’ throughout the novel for the unique magical mark on Suzuri’s body that acts as the focal point for skill absorption/creation, as established in previous chapters. It’s a key piece of lore, fam! ↩
2 Shiroumuku: *Literally ‘white kimono’ or ‘white wedding dress,’ this is the name of the first powerful skill Yuuri created for Suzuri, which involves a white, tentacled garment. It’s a reference to the ceremonial robes worn at Japanese weddings.* ↩
3 sea slug: *The term used in the original Japanese for this new tentacle’s look is ‘ウミウシ’ (umiushi), which is literally ‘sea cow’ but translates to sea slug. It’s used here for its unfamiliar, somewhat grotesque appearance.* ↩
4 daruma doll: *A traditional, round, legless Japanese doll that symbolizes perseverance. Suzuri is imagining herself as a body without functioning limbs, like the doll.* ↩
5 Shiroumuku (mae): *The ‘(mae)’ means ‘before’ or ‘the previous one,’ referring to the first skill Yuuri made for her.* ↩
6 Shiroumuku: *Same as Note 2, Suzuri first wonders if she’s just getting a duplicate of her first skill.* ↩
7 Jinkai: *The final name of the skill, written in kanji as* 塵芥 *(jinkai), which literally means ‘dust and trash,’ or ‘refuse.’ It’s a terrifyingly dismissive name for a technique meant to utterly annihilate an opponent, reducing them to nothingness. Big anime final attack vibes!* ↩
8 *To be continued in the next chapter, scheduled for 2/24. This was a wild ride, and I love how Suzuri is just so ready to be a living tool for Yuuri’s power!* ↩
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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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