As expected of a world of magic—even tentacle play exists here.
Soft, tight, yet astonishingly elastic.
Still, unlike the colorful comics or novels of my original world, there are no suckers or slime on these purplish-red tendrils.
Safe……
My ass!
“Ugh, you bastard, let me go……”
The black cloak on the blonde loli was thrown aside.
She was pinned against the wall, wrists and ankles bound tightly by four tendrils. Yet the red-haired woman remained unconvinced.
A thick tentacle wrapped around Su Yao’s waist, and another curled around her neck.
“Mmph.”
Something I said must have provoked her, because the tentacle at my neck tightened again.
Breathing might not be necessary, but that crushing force inevitably made it hard to speak.
“So that’s it—you’re not human either. Vampire? Doesn’t seem like it. Elemental Spirit? That doesn’t quite fit either……”
“Mmph… you… what are you doing!”
This woman rambled as she started groping me with her human hands. Wait a second! Where is she touching?
Even if it isn’t tentacle play, using hands is no better! And anyway, is there any reason for her to do this?
“Even if there’s no ‘blood circulation,’ there is a ‘nervous system,’ right? So what do the organs inside look like? Maybe I should try dissecting you?”
Crap. Of course, Su Yao wasn’t planning to surrender without a fight.
But in this state, she couldn’t chant a single incantation, and now this woman was talking about “dissection.”
Would I die? Even if I’m not a real human, wouldn’t I die if dissected?
And why does that Prince have a person like her at his side? What’s wrong with the Vichy Kingdom?
First the “True Ancestor,” now this “Red-haired Woman”—there are so many bizarre people here.
Why aren’t they sent to the battlefield? Why bully a little loli like me in the countryside?
“Sorry, sorry. You can’t talk like this, can you? I’ll loosen up a bit. But let’s be clear: if you try anything clever, I’ll hand you over to that ‘stud horse’ Prince.”
Eh? What’s her relationship with the Grand Prince of the Vichy Kingdom? Aren’t they supposed to be on the same side?
But then why is she chasing me and Sylvie? Don’t tell me she’s a “Legendary Monster” who acts solely on her own interests?
Just like those western fantasy stories in my previous world—too strong for her own good, she gets bored, so she disguises herself as a human to enjoy life…
Anyway, looks like there’s hope for me!
To be honest, Su Yao didn’t know if she could escape this woman by burning up every last bit of magic power to cast a seventh-tier Fire Magic.
But since there’s no real conflict, as long as the misunderstanding is cleared up, she should be safe!
Wait, how did she end up fighting this woman in the first place…
“Cough, cough.”
The instant her neck was released, she coughed a few times.
“Little one, what kind of monster are you?”
Little one? You’re the little—
Fine. Under someone else’s roof, one must bow their head. As long as it doesn’t involve core secrets, there’s no harm in telling her.
Su Yao shook her head. “I don’t know, either.”
This was the truth. She still hadn’t figured out what exactly a Dungeon Core counted as—maybe a type of Earth Deity?
“Really? Do you remember where you were born?”
“In a Dungeon!”
“So you are a ‘monster’ after all. How old are you?”
“Eight! Mmph…”
She randomly reported an age, and the tentacle at her neck tightened again. Looks like she had some sort of Truth Discerning ability.
“Two months and a dozen or so days!”
“What did you say!?”
No mistake—she really had only lived in this world for that long, though some of that time she spent as an immobile sphere.
Judging by her surprise, it wasn’t disbelief—just shock that she was telling the truth.
“Seems like quite a remarkable Rare Species. Not even a newly hatched Dragon would have such abilities…”
The Red-haired Woman muttered, her voice getting lower and lower.
But seeing the gleam in her eye, Su Yao had an ominous premonition…
“I’ve decided. You’ll be my Pet! My name is Bu’er, the Tenth of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods under the Demon King’s command. You won’t suffer with me.”
That self-introduction was just packed with information—Demon King, Demon God… Is there a hero around? Save me!
Not someone to mess with—not at all. She shouldn’t have shown off earlier. Is it too late for regrets?
Why does it feel like these days, she’s either becoming a Pet or on the road to becoming a Pet? Is this some kind of curse?
How can a man live under the sky and be willing to remain subordinate forever!
“I refuse!”
“Fire of Hell Hidden in the Abyss, burn my enemies before me!”
Su Yao chanted the seventh-tier Fire Magic spell, squeezing every drop of mana from her body.
A crimson magic circle appeared behind the woman, and from where her tentacles emerged, a pillar of blue fire shot up to the heavens.
“You little brat, you really don’t know what’s good for you!”
The woman called Bu’er leapt outside the fire’s range. No matter how tough her tentacles were, they couldn’t withstand the unending blue flames.
The blonde loli ignored the burnt remnants of her clothes in front of her.
Taking advantage of the loosened tentacles, she broke free and dashed madly toward the North Gate of Moravia.
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Not long after Su Yao ran off, a crow flew up in front of Bu’er, who was chasing after her.
“Warlif, move aside!”
The moment the woman finished speaking, the crow turned human.
First an elegant, handsome butler, then a ragged vagabond, and finally a lecherous information broker with only half his face visible under a cloak.
“Bu’er, your task is complete. Don’t stir up more trouble. And that blonde loli isn’t someone you should touch.”
“What do you mean?”
As a great demon versed in herbs and natural philosophy, Bu’er was naturally intensely curious about the unknown.
The little brat who escaped hit her “sweet spot.” Don’t get me wrong—maybe venting her desires on her wouldn’t be bad, but what she really wanted was to explore the unknown.
First, bring her back to her own Lab for dissection. Next, perform various Magic Experiments to find her weaknesses, and then sever her limbs…
Terrible ideas kept pouring in. The last being that fascinated her this much was her Master, but unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything disrespectful to the Demon King.
Now a perfect new specimen had finally appeared, but her colleague was standing in her way.
If there was no good reason, Bu’er wouldn’t mind fighting Warlif right here.
“Our Master has been lonely for too long. It’s rare for him to show interest in a ‘Same Race’—don’t spoil his mood.”
“‘Same Race’? I see. But her ‘development’ is way too abnormal. Let me ‘study’ her a little, I promise I won’t break her.”
The information broker shook his head and pointed upward.
Bu’er got the message. Given the situation, she could only rein in her curiosity for now.
There’s always tomorrow. Maybe the Demon King’s interests will change, and when that happens…
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