Chapter 186 The Bridal Fitting
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Just by letting the flesh vines slither and slide, Yui turned a cornered, desperate expression toward me.
—Could this just be a bluff to force my hand?
Despite such a faint hope, when I lightly squeezed our interlaced fingers, she seemed to realize that my gesture of care was merely a form of restraint. She attempted to squirm away in a panic, but a body that has become a Servant¹ can no longer defy the Workshop’s² compulsory authority. Precisely according to the specifications Yui herself once desired, she could not shake off her master’s palms, nor the tentacles coiled tightly around her waist.
”W-Wait… No way… You can’t seriously be planning to make a wedding dress out of tentacles?!” Yui asked.
”What else would I be doing? You’ve mocked me for it enough—you know this is the only thing I can provide for a servant,” Yuuri replied.
When I first awakened to this power, I had been so eager to flaunt it that I used it to dress up my other wives; I wouldn’t let her claim she hadn’t seen it. Why couldn’t this goddess realize that the same would now be done to her, now that she was a servant herself? Even if purity was the very essence of the Rainbow Goddess, if she was to wed the man who defiled her, she would have to accept being drenched in that same corruption. Therefore, whether she let tears well in her eyes or tightened her vagina in a fawning plea, I had no intention of showing mercy.
”No, no, stop! It’s… it’s crawling up! Not my breasts, don’t touch them! My navel, my butt… don’t go there!” Yui cried.
”Hey, stop struggling. You’re interfering with the measurements,” Yuuri said.
The restraints on Yui had progressed to an inescapable point. It wasn’t just my gripped hands or the tentacles encroaching upward and downward from her waist; the flesh rods and tentacles piercing her two holes were doing the same. Already unable to even lift her hips, every movement was sealed off by the two meat stakes, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for her entire body to be enveloped in a bridal gown. Despite this, she continued to writhe, perhaps truly believing that if she made the physical measurements futile, I would eventually give up. However, unlike Yui, who didn’t want to be touched by a tentacle for even a second, I had all the time in the world. Without letting that show on my face, I stroked the contours of her waist as if taking my time, and Yui seemingly misunderstood, thinking her resistance was working. The moment her lips curled up slightly, she put strength into our joined hands and shook her upper body violently to disrupt the clumsy measuring.
”Mm, haa… Ah, hey! D-Don’t look!” Yui yelled.
However, while I feigned that I hadn’t truly started yet, leaving her breasts exposed was, of course, entirely intentional. Thanks to that, Yui’s large breasts, struggling desperately against the pleasure, warped significantly, and her cherry-pink nipples drew vivid arcs that thoroughly entertained my eyes.
—But the time of bliss wouldn’t last long.
By being demoted to a servant, Yui had become sensitive enough to perceive her master’s gaze with agonizing clarity. Additionally, since her excitement caused the flesh rod inside her to swell, there was no way she wouldn’t notice she had been goaded into a breast dance. Suddenly, her vagina tightened around the rod, and her rainbow eyes glared at me through a veil of tears.
”What? I was finally captivated, and now you’re going to hide them?” Yuuri asked.
”Ugh… For a mere Yuuri-kun, you sure are sneaky! Dammit, let go of my hands! Let me hide my breasts! Ah, don’t spread my arms!” Yui replied.
As a goddess, being toyed with by a human must be an unbearable humiliation. However, even though she could do nothing but tighten her vagina, it was Yui, fallen to a servant, who felt the pleasure more strongly. Conversely, just by thrusting up from below, the vaginal walls immediately began to loosen, and she rubbed against the rod softly as if begging for no further mistreatment. Pleased by the comfortable tightening, I lifted the depths of her vagina repeatedly, and Yui’s gaze wandered ecstatically as if she were losing herself. When I moved our joined hands to the side to see her swaying breasts, Yui realized her body was becoming a spectacle again and writhed in a futile effort to hide her chest.
”Hmph, do you really not want me to see you that much? Then I wouldn’t mind helping you out,” Yuuri said.
I had limited the dress formation to Yui’s slender waist only to burn the sight of her bare breasts into my memory. Having enjoyed that sufficiently, there was nothing left but to confirm that sensation directly. Once again, I changed the tips of the extended tentacles, flattening and widening them. I formed cups to support the weight, but just as they were about to cover the mounds of flesh, Yui sharply noticed the internal structure.
”No! That… My breasts… They’re being eaten!” Yui screamed.
Seeing the beauty of a goddess driven by such primal fear made my rod harden involuntarily. Along with a surge of sadism, I vigorously lifted her breasts with the cups and, with the rows of teeth formed inside, gently chewed her firmly pointed nipples over and over.
”Haa… Oh… Ooh! …Nng, squeeze, squeeze! Nipples… Hie! They’re being lightly bitten, the tips are being licked…” Yui gasped.
”Yui, you’re such a lewd girl. If I don’t give them this kneading function on the inside, your nipples will stand erect immediately,” Yuuri said.
Since they could mimic any biological structure, just covering the skin would be boring. While keeping the external appearance as a simple design that highlighted her exquisite body, the interior was packed with ciliary tentacles, and movable protrusions of various compositions were constructed to provide stimulation to sensitive spots. As they crawled over her fair skin, Yui shook her head while crying and confessed her plight as if begging for forgiveness.
”No, no! My breasts are being hoisted up! My inner thighs are being stroked by fibers! The soles of my feet and my armpits are being licked… my vagina is throbbing with pleasure!” Yui cried out.
”Ah, I can’t take it. Yui’s pussy feels so good. Both inside and out, you’re being finished into a proper meat-bride; I really made the right choice in picking you,” Yuuri said.
The tentacles continued to spread across Yui’s body in an instant, shifting their tissue with a wet, squelching sound. While doing so, they left the lines of her protruding breasts, slender waist, and long limbs intact, covering only the surface in a glossy black epidermis. Furthermore, ciliary tentacles flicked like tongues from the seams, making it easy to imagine the intensity of the internal caresses tormenting the bride. While enjoying the sight of the Goddess of Purity being dyed in corruption, I read the changes in her inner emotions from the contractions of her vagina around my rod, confirming that Yui was falling into my hands, body and soul. By the time the black dress made of flesh completely covered her fair skin, her previous avoidance had vanished, and she finally exposed her dressed-up figure before her master as if she had given up.
”Ugh, it’s terrible… You’re too cruel, Yuuri-kun! Getting married in such a low-class bridal gown… Yuuri-kun, you’re a total demon!” Yui sobbed.
”Hah, don’t be stupid. Who was the one providing women to such a demon? You’re the one who set everything up, so it’s misplaced for you to complain about being taken as a wife yourself,” Yuuri replied.
No matter what accusations were hurled, I didn’t want to hear them from Yui. At this point, following through with a contract of vice was the fitting end for two people who had indulged in tyranny together. Therefore, I thrust into the depths of the lovely goddess’s vagina as she spat out complaints, melting her face of distress. Pushing her joined hands away to lift her slumped upper body, I stared intently at Yui’s black-clad figure once again.
”Nng, haa… Inside this… everything is squelching! My nipples and clitoris are being toyed with non-stop… it’s disgusting, but it feels so good!” Yui moaned.
”Yeah. Despite your spiteful words, your pussy is tightening up; you actually like it quite a bit, don’t you? You’re irresistible with just a thin cloth, but wearing my tentacles like this gives you a different kind of charm. You’re beautiful,” Yuuri said.
Even if she had fallen to a servant, Yui’s beauty was not diminished. Unlike when she wore only thin cloth, almost no skin was visible now, yet her superb physique had all its curves emphasized instead. While her entire body was dyed in a single shade of black, the golden crotch tattoo³ shining on her lower abdomen indicated her true pleasure.
”Are you satisfied with this?! Then hurry up and ejaculate! I’ve been at my limit for a long time! No matter how many times I climax, the aching in my pussy won’t stop! So please, Yuuri-kun! Since you made me your wife, you have to properly make up for this body’s loneliness!” Yui begged.
Perhaps her thirst for pleasure finally outweighed her disgust for the tentacles, as Yui pleaded for ejaculation with unusual sincerity. She likely realized that she couldn’t escape the status of a servant without Ai’s permission anyway, so it was better to get it over with quickly to end the pain. Even Yui, for all her goddess pride, didn’t truly hate me. While affection welled up because we had clashed our wills and she had stuck with me, unfortunately, ending it here would be incomplete. Therefore, with love and apology, I pulled Yui’s gripped hands toward me. What I held to my chest was not silken skin but a leather-like tentacle outer skin, yet I could feel the certain softness of the goddess’s body within as she went limp. As I brought my mouth to her ear, Yui also seemed to realize that the rhythm toward ejaculation wasn’t about to start obediently. She turned a gaze toward me filled with slight dissatisfaction and an expectation mixed with anxiety, swallowing a small amount of saliva in her slender throat.
”A dress alone isn’t enough for a bridal gown. I’ll make sure to prepare even a veil⁴. Please show me your figure dyed in a matching set of black,” Yuuri said.
”Ah… Ahh! Does that mean… of course, you’re going to make that out of tentacles too, right? My hair… it’s so long, and yet it’s all going to be defiled by tentacles!” Yui cried out.
Perhaps to show their majesty as gods, Yui and the others’ hair always fluttered in the air, and it was long enough to exceed their height. Even if I covered her perfect body with tentacles, if I left the evidence of her uninhibited nature free, I could hardly say I had truly taken this goddess into my hands. Thus, when I declared I would subject her to the fate of violation by tentacles without exception, Yui tightened her vagina sorrowfully while shedding tears.
”Now, I wonder what would best bring out your beauty. …As expected, let’s gather it once near the neck,” Yuuri mused.
”Ahh, you’re really… you’re really going to defile my hair too! Just like my eyes, it’s a proof of being a god! It’s a mark so anyone can see I’m not human!” Yui sobbed.
If I were to describe Yui’s hair in one word, it was rainbow-tinted silver hair. Much like her beautiful eyes, it changed into seven colors more intensely toward the tips, making it clear to everyone that she possessed non-human power. While I felt an awe-inspiring feeling about touching that sacred silver hair, I hesitated to call Yui a servant without conquering it. Therefore, I had already decided in my heart how to defile the goddess’s hair. However, whether that could be made to match this lewd yet beautiful jet-black dress was worth considering.
”A crown, or a kanzashi⁵…” Yuuri muttered.
While ignoring Yui’s tearful pleas as she remained in my hands, I ran my fingers through the silk-like silver hair. Admiring its smooth feel, I pondered where to start the weaving of the tentacles, comparing it to her tear-stained beauty.
”It’s decided. It’ll be a bit heavy, after all. If I don’t secure it with both your head and hair, it’ll be a burden on you,” Yuuri said.
Tracing the spot I decided on with my finger, I visualized the dedicated tentacles in my head. Constructing the subsequent development and focusing, a tentacle accessory appeared, covering the back of Yui’s head in a ring.
”Haa… Nyo… Unyonyooo!” Yui gasped.
It was as if seeds were germinating. The tentacles, extending like vines using her hair and skull as a foothold, directed their path in two main directions. One became a shroud at the top of her head, covering all of her hair as a black veil identical to the dress. The other entered her silver hair, the symbol of a goddess, as if it owned the place, weaving itself from the back of her head to the tips.
”Onyo… Oh… Ohhh! This… it’s getting wet! My hair… is getting all wet!” Yui cried out.
And naturally, the tentacles were covered in mucus all over to improve their sliding. That was rubbed against her moist and glossy silver hair, soaking all of her voluminous hair in mucus. Feeling it through the mucus dripping down her neck and the increased weight on her entire head, Yui shed a torrent of tears again, realizing another part of her body had been conquered.
”A-Ah… Haa… I’ve been defiled! Again, by Yuuri-kun! Nng… Do you see, Yuuri-kun? Now, there’s only one place left on my body that hasn’t been defiled!” Yui cried.
”Yeah, I know. The only place on your brand-new body that hasn’t been touched by my grime is the very depths of your vagina, right?” Yuuri replied.
That was the ejaculation into the depths of her vagina that she had repeatedly requested. The time had finally come to do what I had postponed until I was satisfied. To confirm that evidence, I placed my hand on the cheek of the slumped Yui and slowly lifted it. Then, the bride covered in black leather, her face wet with tears and mucus, tightened her vagina with a sad yet flushed expression.
”Oh… Nng, oooh!” Yui moaned.
To respond to that powerless flirtation, I inserted a tentacle extended from the veil into her ear. When I gently stirred it as if using an ear pick—even though it normally had nothing to do with sexuality—Yui tightened her vagina further and made her nipples stand out hard under the tentacle covering.
”You’re beautiful, Yui,” Yuuri whispered.
”Hea… Ah, oh!” Yui gasped.
When I whispered while sweetening and loosening them with the teeth inside the pads, Yui wore a lewd smile on her face, even though she shouldn’t have been able to hear my voice through the tentacles and mucus. Was it because she had already memorized the lip movements for the simple words of praise her clumsy master would likely say? Regardless, having confirmed that all preparations were completed without delay, I sought a blessing from Ai nearby. The Main God-status Proxy Ai, watching enviously, rubbed her crotch together enough for it to be obvious.
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Summary:
Yuuri completes the ‘bridal gown’ for the fallen goddess Yui using his tentacle powers, creating a black leather-like dress that emphasizes her body while stimulating her internally. Despite her verbal protests, Yui’s body reacts with intense pleasure, eventually leading her to beg for ejaculation. Yuuri then extends the corruption to her sacred silver hair, weaving tentacles and mucus into it to form a matching black veil. The chapter ends with Yuuri finally preparing to grant Yui’s request for an internal climax as the observer Ai watches in arousal.
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Character Insight:
This chapter highlights the complete breakdown of Yui’s divine resistance. While she maintains a facade of ‘goddess pride’ through verbal insults, her internal monologue and physical reactions show a total shift toward dependency on Yuuri’s stimulation. Yuuri, in turn, demonstrates a calculated sadism; he isn’t just seeking sexual release, but the systematic ‘conquering’ of every divine attribute Yui possesses—her skin, her hair, and her status. The mention of her ‘crotch tattoo’ serves as a permanent mark of this submission, transitioning her from a celestial being to a ‘meat-bride’.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses the term ‘Shokusatsu’ (tentacle-styled measurement/fitting) to play on the double meaning of ‘measuring’ a body for clothes and ‘tasting’ or ‘feeling’ it for pleasure. The contrast between the ‘Purity’ of a Goddess and the ‘Pollution’ of the tentacles is a recurring theme in the ‘fallen goddess’ genre of Japanese adult web novels.
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Notes:
• 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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