Vindictus (1)

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Long ago, a great war raged across the land.
Humanity, for the sake of freedom, rebelled against the demons and gods they worshipped. It was a true war, an
earth-shattering conflict—a war that, many years later, became known as the "War of the Polar Night."
This war lasted a long time, but eventually came to an end. The rebellious humans were the first to crumble
, and the war ended in the destruction of humanity.
A long time passed afterward… A few who had not participated in the rebellion survived the war and migrated to
the floating continent of "Kawashiro," protected by the goddess. They reflected on their past actions of rebelling against the gods and demons,
living numb and cowardly lives.
—But this temporary peace also finally came to an end.
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"Step back. Lord Abraham is currently receiving guests…!"
"Nonsense, of course I know that. That's why I'm here. Because I am one of the candidates for the throne
!"
Ignoring the attempts of those around him to stop him, a young man with androgynous features burst into the audience chamber.
At first glance, it resembled a theater.
A magnificent stage with an impossibly high ceiling stretched out before them. The lower half was the audience seating, forming
a fan shape around the stage.
The young man's boots clattered loudly on the stone floor as he walked towards the inner stage.
The stage was two-tiered, the innermost tier concealed by a curtain.
Seated there was the young man's grandfather, Beelzebub, the Demon King who ruled the Demon Empire
.
He hadn't appeared in public in recent years, having grown accustomed to strategizing from behind the curtain.
Of course, some said it was because he didn't want anyone to see him sick or old, but
no one knew the truth.
However, the magical power emanating from behind the curtain was consistent with the title of "Demon King," possessing
a truly intense sense of oppression.
(Has he really not weakened...?)
Confirming that his grandfather's magic was still intact, the young man turned his gaze from the curtain to before him.
Standing side by side were his familiar brothers and sisters.
"What's all this noise about! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh dear, I thought it was someone else, isn't this Loki? Must be lonely guarding the house all by yourself?"
"Hehe, too bad. You weren't summoned, you incompetent fool."
Looking down at the young man named Loki from the platform, the ones verbally provoking him were none other than the three granddaughters of the Demon King Beelzebub
.
Their names, from oldest to youngest, were: Sarah, Chelse,
and Pthahnil.
Unlike Loki, who was striving to catch up due to his status as a collateral descendant, they were strong candidates to succeed the Demon King Beelzebub
.
In the Demon World, where bloodline and power reign supreme, strictly speaking, Loki didn't even have the right to speak to them
.
But Loki resolutely walked towards his brothers and sisters.
"What do you want?"
"Please forgive my sudden rudeness, sister. But isn't this gathering
held to decide grandfather's successor?"
"Then I should also have the right to stand here. Although my father, Faruba, is guilty of treason, I
am, and I am grandfather—His Majesty's, blood relative, and that cannot be changed!"
"What...? You don't mean you want to inherit the Demon King's throne?"
"Huh~? Are you an idiot! You don't even have demon armor, how can you inherit grandfather's throne!"
"Whether you have demon armor or not is not a necessary condition. What matters is bloodline and power. As long as you meet these two requirements,
you are fully qualified."
The so-called issue of demon succession does not necessarily have to follow any rules.
The nature of advocating the supremacy of power makes power a thing that transcends "rules.
" "That's what you say..."
Chesia shrugged blankly.
Of course, Loki understood her implication.
Demon armor is not a simple decoration. It is a weapon that only the royal family of the demon world with the blood of the Demon King can possess.
It is a treasure with magical power and a symbol of power.
Loki, without his magical armor, actually wanted to join the fierce succession struggle—it was tantamount to suicide
. That's what Cheshire was trying to say, isn't it?
Loki himself understood this perfectly well. But understanding it didn't stop him; Loki still pushed aside his subordinates and
came here.
Loki shifted his gaze from his sisters to the direction of the Demon King Beelzebub behind the scenes.
"Please listen to me, Your Majesty. To participate in this ceremony, I offer this crest…!"
Loki removed his gauntlets, revealing the tattoo on the back of his hand.
"…! This is—!"
"The Demon King's crest. Ah…"
"You, you, are you serious?! A weakling like you has survived this city… no, this Demon
Realm, all thanks to this crest!?"
The three sisters all looked surprised.
Of course, what Loki displayed was the royal symbol known as the Demon King's crest.
"The loss of my demonic armor and the decline of my family line still feel like yesterday.
What would happen if I lost this crest, the only token proving my royal lineage… Of course, I know perfectly well what that would mean."
The Demon Realm is a dog-eat-dog world, devoid of mercy.
Once exiled, the so-called "former royalty" are targeted by bandits, struggling to find food,
and their survival becomes increasingly difficult.
Loki's declaration is to sacrifice his royal status to participate in the succession ceremony… which
means ending his life.
Is it losing everything, or ascending the throne?
It could be a desperate gamble, or a reckless act of self-destruction.
"Loki, do you really want to inherit your grandfather's throne and become our rival..."
"Yes, little Loki. The outside world isn't
a place where you can live without magical armor and royal status, you know?"
"Exactly! If you don't make a scene here, at least you can survive somewhere in this city
, so behave yourself!"
"Of course I know that. But even so, I won't take back everything I just said."
"You're such an idiot—"
"Whatever, Penny. Loki must have come here quite mentally prepared."
"Brother...!"
The one who interrupted Penny was the young man who had been present from the beginning but remained silent.
The other candidate for the throne, Abraham.
With a humble attitude and calm personality different from the demons, he also had many followers in the empire and
was considered a strong candidate, just like Shira.
To Loki, he was one of the few who sheltered him from his bad luck, and someone he could
trust.
On the other hand, once someone becomes an opponent of the heir to the throne, it means that complete trust is impossible
…
“What should we do, Your Majesty? Loki using the Demon King's crest as a wager, what a respectable symbol of status.”
“Although I don’t think letting him participate in the succession ceremony will change anything, but…”
Looking around, Abraham said confidently.
Everyone showed various expressions, but no one raised any objections.
As confirmation, Abraham gave a wink to the secretary standing beside the curtain.
“Menia, it’s up to you.”
“…Understood.”
The secretary called Menia nodded shrewdly and went inside the curtain.
She seemed to explain the situation in a few words.
Menia quickly returned and relayed the Demon King’s instructions to everyone.
"His Majesty the Great Demon King has decreed that Loki's resolve to gamble the throne with his emblem is understood. His thoughts are commensurate,
and he is permitted to participate in the succession ceremony—"
"What…! Grandpa, why…!" "
Oh dear, what an unexpected ending. I thought he would coldly reject Loki's wish outright."
"Cecia, how can you be so calm!? Why does Loki have the same qualifications as us?!"
"Calm down, Penny, Grandpa has made his decision. There's no room for us to interfere."
"Ugh, ugh, waaaah!!"
Penny shut her mouth in dissatisfaction.
On the other side, Shira's face remained expressionless, as if Loki's existence was irrelevant to her.
This was because Shira knew perfectly well...
Between himself and Loki, there was not only a difference in their positions, but also an overwhelming gap in their strength.
"Well, all right, Loki. I'm relieved you can participate."
"Brother Abraham, thank you for saying that. Thanks to your help."
"Hahaha, I didn't do anything. It's all thanks to your resolve."
"This…"
"Don't be modest. Not everyone can barge into the audience room and wager the Demon King's crest."
"…………"
Abraham maintained his usual composed smile.
From this moment on, he and this brother would become competitors.
Thinking of this, Loki took a deep breath to avoid being influenced by his opponent's attitude.
"Silence. His Majesty the Demon King wishes to speak personally."
Because of Menia's words, the noisy scene immediately quieted down.
The Demon King, who usually had Menia relay messages, was going to speak directly. Because of this, a thick
sense of tension filled the entire room.
The sound that finally rang out was a thunderous roar, like a landslide, yet also a
majestic echo reverberating within Loki and the others.
"Abraham, Sheila, Penny, and Loki—my successors…"
"I dislike stagnation. I believe only scenes of blood and cheers truly
define this empire—no, this world."
"If you wish to inherit my throne, if you wish to become the Demon King, you must become the best directors of this drama.
But…"
On the other side of the curtain, the Demon King shifted his body.
He was likely looking down at Loki and the others through the curtain. Under this pressure, the candidates adjusted their postures.
"—However, perhaps you are not good actors. But what about as directors…
?"
"If you have the qualities of a king, you should be able to turn a new page in this drama. I wish to appreciate
this play."
After saying this, the Demon King Beelzebub fell silent again.
This silence seemed to indicate that the Demon King was observing the candidates on stage.
"A new chapter in the drama.
" "What...what does that mean?"
"Grandfather's wish was for a world that wouldn't stagnate. That is—"
"A completely new chaos..."
Hearing the Demon King's words, the succession candidates began to speculate.
The one who stopped the commotion was the Demon King's secretary, Menia.
"His Majesty the Demon King desires the Heart of Kavasir. Only those who can offer such a treasure are qualified to inherit
the throne; that is His Majesty's intention."
"The Heart of Kavasir? What is that—"
"The treasure of the floating continent of Kavasir. The Heart of Kavasir is the core
object that makes that land float in the air."
"However, its actual form—whether it's a jewel, a weapon, or a book—is
an unknown divine artifact that no one can say for sure...that's what the rumors say."
Kavasir, a fertile land existing far above the earthly world.
The continent of humanity is protected by five goddesses, led by the chief god Odin.
Odin created this miracle to save humanity from the desolation that followed the Great War of the Midnight Sun.
This is the origin and history of this continent.
"Kawashiro... the land protected by the goddess. To obtain this treasure means..."
"Yes, it means declaring war on the goddesses. The war on Kawashiro is unavoidable."
"Attack on Kawashiro would be a replay of the Great Night War. A drama of blood and cheers—just what Grandfather
wanted to see..."
"And the one who obtains the heart of Kawashiro will be the most suitable successor. Hehe,
even more exciting than I imagined!"
"What? So, it means we have to go to war with the goddesses and humans? I knew that too!" "
...Grandfather actually made such a condition. Succession to the throne—it's definitely not a casual matter."
"Oh dear, scared? Little Loki. It's not too late, I can make you take back your bluff
."
"...How could I? It was just a tremor of excitement."
"Fine, whatever. Hehehehe."
"Even without magical armor, he still wants to fight the goddess, and he's just being silly and sulking... This guy
is such an idiot!"
"Even without magical armor, there are ways to do things. Menia, I want to confirm. As long as we can get
Kavasir's heart, any means necessary, right?"
Avoiding Penny's blatant sneer, Loki turned to the secretary whom the Demon King completely trusted.
"…………"
Menia's impassive face showed a momentary displeasure, but she immediately
replied in a businesslike tone as if nothing had happened.
"I can only say one thing. Everything must be done so that His Majesty doesn't get bored."
"So the more exaggerated the better, right? Sounds interesting, doesn't it?"
"A long-awaited great battle. It should satisfy the desires of us samurai."
"But we still need to be careful. Kavasir's fighting power is extremely strong. If we're not careful,
we'll be setting ourselves on fire."
"It's alright, Brother Abraham. How could we possibly lose to the goddess? ...Except for one person."
"…………"
In the audience room, the Demon King's grandchildren expressed their opinions.
Some were calmly analyzing, some were delighted by the impending war, but not a single person
trembled with fear of the goddess.
"Then, as Lord Loki's means of journey to the Floating Tree Continent, I'll give you the 'Prayer Girl.'
As for the rest of your fleets, please use them freely."
"?"
The Prayer Girl is a medium-sized flying ship with dimensional travel capabilities.
Originally belonging to the Loki clan, it was confiscated after Loki's father, Faruba, was executed for his betrayal.
At first glance, the return of the Prayer Girl seems like a cause for celebration, but...
"A ship named after Lord Loki's mother is most fitting for this glorious voyage, isn't it?"
Menia said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Pfft...! Ahahaha! Is that the dilapidated ship? It doesn't even have its own fleet,
Loki is so pitiful!"
"Don't talk about him, he's too pitiful, Penny. But Loki,
isn't it too reckless to attack Kavasir with such an old-fashioned ship?"
Contrary to her worried words, Chesia's words echoed with arrogance.
However, Loki didn't even flinch at his sisters' mockery.
"Understood. I thank Your Majesty for your leniency." "
And I, Loki, will certainly not disappoint Your Majesty's expectations, and will definitely deliver results for everyone to see."
"Huh!? You're serious? That kind of dilapidated ship would have sunk in an instant, why
don't you understand?"
"You're the one who doesn't understand, Penny. The fleet is just one element of the war against Kavasir."
"Aha, little Loki, you're quite the talker..."
"What...! Who do you think you're talking to...!"
"Never mind, Penny. It's not good to act like this in front of Grandfather."
"Loki too. Since you say so, I'll wait and see your skills."
"Thank you for your support, Brother Abraham... But please don't forget, we are now
opponents."
"Of course, Loki. When we're enemies, even if it's you, I will never yield."
All the candidates had the desire to control the situation.
Penny chose to openly display her murderous intent and hostility, while Chesia opted for a mix of arrogance
and curiosity.
Abraham and Shira, though outwardly calm, harbored a fierce awareness of an impending great battle.
It was like the tension of confining different carnivorous beasts in the same cage.
This scene was witnessed by the Demon King, who watched everything from afar.
(…Demon King, don't think you can remain high above forever. One day, I will kill you with my own hands.)
Loki met that gaze, his heart filled with boundless resentment.
He participated in this war for the Demon King's throne. However, this was not out of worship for the Demon King. Rather, it
was to inherit the Demon King's sword, Abyss of Judgment, the symbol of the strongest power in the Demon Realm, and then to fulfill his own
purpose.
To him, the Demon King was the most hated being in the world.
The hatred for his father and mother, who were taken away by false accusations, could never be forgotten. This root of all evil
was unforgivable.
Yes, this is Loki Muspelheim's all-or-nothing comeback.
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"...So, Lord Loki, before your brothers and sisters and His Majesty the Demon King, you made such a boastful statement..."
"You must have already come up with a plan, right?"
"Of course. Alright, just follow me quietly."
After finishing his visit with Beelzebub, Loki returned to his residence and was now walking with his maid, Fina, through a
tunnel they had never been near before.
The winding, dark passage was unlit. Loki used his torch to illuminate the surroundings and opened the carefully closed iron
door.
Before them lay rusty swords, broken bows, and magic scrolls with illegible writing.
Loki had brought Fina to the Muspelheim family's former armory…
But in the residence of rebels, it was impossible to find any decent weapons; all that remained was
a mountain of unusable junk.
"Sigh… Lord Loki has finally started acting strangely before the great battle arrives without any strategy in mind
…"
Fina couldn't help but close her eyes and sigh.
As the maid of this residence, she was acutely aware of the existence of this armory and the fact that the weapons inside were almost completely destroyed
; she had no choice but to sigh.
"You're quite the rude fellow... Don't worry. I have no intention of using this pile of junk
."
Patting the impolite maid on the head, Loki headed towards the deepest part of the armory.
There lay the very place where the Muspelheim family's
magical weapon, "Edvira the Magic Lance," lay dormant when Loki's father, Farubar, was arrested for treason.
However, Fina glanced at the weapon and frowned.
"I think you should know that this axe-spear, passed down through generations of the Muspelheim family, has had its magical
core stripped away; it's become a useless disguise... What lies dormant there is merely a corpse. While it can still be used
as a regular weapon, it's a bit outmatched against the magical weapons of other candidates
."
As she said, the Muspelheim family's magical weapon had its magical core removed; now it
was merely a sturdier axe-spear.
Faced with a weapon that couldn't be called an ace, he felt somewhat frustrated, but there was nothing he could do.
"Ah, yes. The royal family has taken away the power of this axe-spear, so it can't unleash its original power...
However."
Loki split open his fingertip and pressed his bleeding finger onto the axe-spear.
"...What is this?"
As Loki's blood was absorbed, the axe-spear emitted a faint light, and the flames that ignited illuminated the surroundings.
Perhaps because it absorbed too little magic power, the flames were so weak they could only be described as sparks, but they proved that
the power truly existed.
After deciding to participate in the war for the throne, Loki had already investigated the fact that Edvirari was hiding his power.
"It seems the more magic power it absorbs, the stronger the flames become... Just as I investigated, this guy
still retains the ability to release the absorbed magic power."
"That's surprising... Edvira actually hid this ability."
"Father has basically never shown this ability in public. He probably thinks that
such an insignificant ability as absorbing the magic power of its wielder is completely unnecessary."
"I see. Even such an ability has become unavoidable now... Is that so?"
"That's right. Moreover, it seems that something interesting will happen if we take advantage of the nature of this axe-spear."
Loki said this, glancing at Fina's feet, where a strange creature... to put it simply,
something like fleshy tentacles spread out under her feet.
"...What does this ugly creature want?"
Fina muttered expressionlessly as she backed away from the tentacles.
For someone who wasn't usually flustered, this could be interpreted as a reaction of disgust. Loki
replied calmly to her.
"The opponent isn't human, but a goddess. After capturing her, to make her my subordinate,
it's necessary to weaken her divine power, right?"
"So you mean to use these tentacles?...Indeed, if they're creatures derived from Lord Loki's magic,
it's not impossible to neutralize the goddesses' divine power."
Fina certainly knew more about the theoretical structure and usage of this magic than Loki.
If even she said so, Loki felt it would have some effect.
"So the theory is proven...then all that's left is practice."
"Practice...? What exactly are you planning to do?"
"That is—"
As Loki gave the signal, the writhing tentacles on the ground all attacked Fina simultaneously.
"Ah...what?!"
"--That's what I want to do."
While attacking Fina, the other tentacles spread throughout the room, forming a special space.
The tentacles were distributed on the walls and ceiling like plant roots, creating a
scene of continuous fetal movement, as if inside the womb of some giant creature.
"...Can you hurry up and make it go away before I get angry?"
In this space, Fina, suspended in mid-air by tentacles, looked down at Rocky with a very displeased expression
.
Her lace apron was torn by the tentacles, revealing her strawberry-colored underwear and panties.
"Don't glare at me like that. I'm not going to eat you. I just want to use you for a clinical trial."
"I strongly...protest!"
"I knew you would say that...but you don't have the right to refuse at this time."
Rocky ignored Fina's opinion, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the tentacles began to move.
"Hmm...ah, uh?! Ah, ya...wooo!!"
Some slid into the underwear, some devoured the clothes, some caressed the armpits, the tentacles cooperated to
perform various actions.
"Ah...wooo, hmm...! The movements of these tentacles are just like Lord Rocky...it's obvious..."
"I'm being forced, but it's getting more and more pleasurable... Ah!"
Under the relentless caresses of the tentacles on her breasts and genitals, Fina trembled slightly, her fair
skin turning a lascivious pink.
Countless times, the tentacles stroked the seams of her panties, curling around her bulging breasts, gently kneading them, repeating
movements of unimaginable ingenuity.
"Because I can control its movements to a certain extent, it's certain that their movements are similar to mine
."
"Ah... Ah...! In that case, stop now...!"
"I refuse. Because if I stop, I won't see your grotesque state, haha."
Loki smiled as he observed Fina, who gritted her teeth in hatred with each caress of the tentacles across her body.
Fina, usually calm and collected, never showing her emotions, was now a sight to behold, her brows furrowed under the disgusting torment of the tentacles—
a scene breathtakingly beautiful.
"Hmm?! Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Hmph!"
Loki approached her, extending a finger towards her alluring folds.
"The quality of your underwear is still as plain as before. Don't you have any ideas about wearing something more sexy
?"
"Huff... um, huff...! If you don't stop now, I'm really going to get angry, young master!!"
Fina glared at Loki with her usual sharp eyes. No matter what kind of master-servant relationship it was, if this continued
, it wouldn't be something that could be resolved with a joke. The servant's consciousness was being violently attacked.
"Fina, even if you told your mother about this lewd behavior, she would only think it's nonsense.
...I remember, you seem to like it here?"
Of course, Loki wasn't a child who would panic over something like this. So he made the tentacles
move even more intensely, continuing to violate Fina.
"Um...! This kind of movement, you can't... Ah! From the beginning, you've been targeting sensitive areas...
! Um...?!"
As the wet tentacles stroked back and forth under her armpits and genitals, Fina's cherry-like mouth began to emit heavy
, panting sounds.
Rocky had already been intimate with Fina countless times, so he had
memorized all her sensitive spots.
He was now essentially using a dozen hands to skillfully stimulate all of her sensitive spots.
"Ah...hoo...!! Ugh, being manipulated by this monster, I don't feel anything...! Uh
...um!!"
Like seasoning a dish, he slowly and carefully caressed her, and Fina gradually began to
feel something.
Faint watermarks gradually formed on her plain fabric panties, and her hardened, erect nipples
could be felt even through her bra.
"...Well then, it's about time to be completely honest."
"...Hiss!"
The bra covering her high breasts was torn apart by the tentacles, revealing Fina's small breasts
. Like a virgin completely ignorant of matters of the flesh, her breasts were firm and round, and her two hardened, erect nipples
were still a pale pink.
"As expected, this isn't enough to make you lose your mind. We really can't afford to be careless at all."
"What a perverted master..."
Fina, entangled by dozens of tentacles, clenched her hands, unable to break free. The waves of pleasure made her
involuntarily furrow her brow, struggling to endure.
"Even though you're saying this and that, you're already feeling this much, aren't you? It's still the same as before,
it seems harder to resist being touched directly."
"If you know... hiss... hurry, stop...!"
"That's impossible. I really love you like this."
"Hmm... hiss, waah...!"
With Loki's gestures, the tentacles moved more and more intensely, the ensuing pleasure interrupting Fina's
unfinished words.
As the mollusk-like tentacles endlessly crisscrossed and swung back and forth, she frowned, desperately trying to endure.
Although she tried to resist the tentacles' caresses by keeping her legs together, she couldn't close them completely. The tentacles slid between her overlapping
legs, constantly rubbing against the cleft of her private parts through her panties.
"Ah...ah...! Hmm, sob sob...!"
"You're wet enough now. Cheer up, Fina—it's about to penetrate you."
Loki summoned a huge tentacle, its size clearly visible in front of Fina.
Compared to that enormous, erect tentacle, a normal male organ was simply dwarfed.
Fina stared at the tentacle, which was about the same thickness as her arm, sweating profusely. Thinking that this thing was about
to be inserted into her vagina, she couldn't help but gasp.
"No, no, young master...! It's too big to go in...!"
"It is a little big...but it's okay, because I usually have things inserted into me...you won't
die."
Loki ignored Fina's protests. Loki brought the tentacle penis close to her vaginal opening and then thrust it
in.
"Ah...ah, hiss—ahhh?!!! Ugh...?! Tentacle, tentacle stick, it's too thick...
! It's going to split open there...!"
"So even Fina feels pain at this thickness... So, what will happen if you move it
?"
"Ah—ah, ah?! Uh, hiss!?!"
As if conducting an experiment, Loki moved the tentacle that was inserted into her vagina through the gap in her panties.
Perhaps it was too big, because as the tentacle rubbed intensely inside her vagina, Fina's lower abdomen appeared to
move with the tentacle.
"Ah...um, uh...!! Ah, ugh, um uh!! No, no, young master... if this is done
, I... will break!! Hiss...ah ugh!!"
Even the usually calm and composed Fina couldn't resist the impact and cried out in pain.
Wearing a torn apron, the sight of her being repeatedly thrust into by enormous tentacles evoked an unbelievable
sense of excitement.
"Ah... ouch... uh... my stomach... it hurts so much...! Young... young master... please
... so... please... stop, stop..."
Fina, constantly being violated by the tentacles, was nearly exhausted, her voice becoming fragmented.
But the tentacles were emotionless. Unrelentingly, indifferently, they continued to
dig deeper into Fina's vagina.
"...So, that's roughly the feeling. If it can exhaust Fina, who calmly accepts ordinary violation, to this
extent, then its ability to penetrate deep into a woman seems sufficient."
"The remaining issue is the neutralization of divine power... but, without testing it on a goddess
, it's impossible to understand."
Loki continued to give commands to the tentacles while calmly analyzing their effects. The main purpose of using tentacles for violation was to see 　　how effective
this method would be against a goddess possessing immense divine power . 　　 ...However, of course, it also included a small punishment for the usually arrogant servant. 　　 "Ah...ah...um, ah...!" 　　 Even so, under the prolonged and continuous violation of her female genitalia, Fina gradually 　　became unconscious due to fatigue and pain. 　　 "So Fina can't take any more after all...Well, let's change things up a bit then." 　　 Loki issued a 　　 different command to the tentacles wreaking havoc inside Fina's uterus. "Ah 　　 , 　　um...uh ... 　　 "Has it taken effect? Being tortured is to be expected, but I never imagined it could even produce such an effect on pleasure. It seems 　　tentacles are truly omnipotent when it comes to sex." 　　 "Young...Young Master...! Ugh...!! What exactly did you do to my body?!" " 　　 It seems these tentacles also possess organs for producing aphrodisiacs. Hehe, I simply 　　injected a specially made aphrodisiac into your uterus." 　　 If it were just being violated by the large tentacles, inserting a rod would achieve the same result. Only by arbitrarily manipulating 　　two sets of methods—torture and pleasure—could one possibly control a goddess beyond human comprehension. 　　 "Ugh...!! I, I... I, I won't get aroused so easily... Ahhh... 　　!" 　　 "Sigh, what a little girl... Don't worry, from now on, I'll slowly calm your pain 　　down." 　　 "Ah...?! Ughhh!!!" 　　 Due to the aphrodisiac's effects, her vagina began to adapt, tightly gripping the thrusting tentacle. Under the intense 　　traction, the tentacles immediately began vigorous piston-like movements, relentlessly thrusting against Fina's cervix countless times 　　. 　　 "This, this feeling, it's so good!! Mmm...!! Sigh!! Mmm, ahh!!! 　　 My womb, it feels like it's melting...!! Ahhhh!" 　　 The thick tentacles pounded against Fina's cervix like a pile driver. But this wasn't just 　　pain; her female instincts caused Fina to sway and fall into an overwhelming ecstasy under the impact of pleasure. 　　 "Under the impact of pain and pleasure, you've become so lewd... Hey, breathe harder!" 　　 "Mmm!! Ahhhhh?!? No! I can't feel pleasure from anything other than Master's. Yes, 　　it's a disgrace for a maid! Hmm?!" 　　 Fina called out Rocky's name, howling like a little animal as she indulged in pleasure. 　　 "Getting multiple orgasms from the tentacles, is this still the head maid who always talks back to me? If my subordinates 　　and Karm saw this, they'd be so disappointed, wouldn't they?" 　　 "Ahhh!! No, no...!! Ahhh?! How can I possibly endure this...! Ahhh 　　 !!" 　　 Fina's face was a mess of saliva and tears, shaking up and down in sync with the tentacles' movements. Her 　　 calm and collected expression was gone, replaced by a wanton look as she let her body continue to experience pleasure. 　　 "Hmm?! Ahhh! Ahhh... No, I can't take it anymore...! My vagina is a mess, my 　　brain, my head, it feels so strange...!!" 　　 "Can't take it anymore...? Well, let's end it with this." 　　 "Ah... Ah, ah? The tentacles... are, are swelling up inside my vagina...?!" 　　 From the swelling in Fina's lower abdomen, it was clear that the tentacle penis inserted into her body had swelled and grown larger. 　　 It was storing energy for release, its size resembling a thick, ferocious python. 　　 Even the surrounding tentacles swelled up from their roots, planning to unleash their desires both inside and outside her body simultaneously 　　. 　　 "Ah! Ugh?! Inside... it's going to split open...! Are you planning to let the tentacles 　　ejaculate inside...?!" 　　 "That's right. Come on, take in every last drop of the semen that the tentacles are slowly storing up...!" 　　 "Wait, wait a minute, young master! If I'm done like this now, I, I...!!" 　　 Fina twisted her whole body in resistance, but as if mocking her efforts, a large amount of semen gushed out. 　　 "Ugh!!? Ugh!!! So much of the tentacle's sperm... I, I 　　'll become abnormal...!" 　　 "Ah, ah...! My stomach is so hot...! My uterus is melting...!! Ugh ugh 　　ugh!!" 　　 Fina's entire body and uterus were covered in a pale yellow liquid thicker than cheese. 　　 "Ah, oh... Ugh!! That's enough, stop shooting inside my vagina...! Otherwise, 　　I'll get pregnant with a tentacle child...!" 　　 "Haha, this is just the beginning...!" 　　 Even though a large amount of semen had already been ejaculated, it still seemed not enough, and the tentacles continued to spray 　　thick semen at Fina.

"Ah, uh...!! No, don't... don't shoot inside my vagina anymore...!! Ah,
uhhhh!!!"
Exceeding its maximum capacity, the tentacles' semen smeared Fina's entire body.
Her uterus, breasts, face, and hair were all stained white. Fina's orgasm
didn't stop.
"Ah...! Ah... uh... I, I apologize... Young, young master... quickly, quickly let
the tentacles out of my vagina...!! Uhhhh!!"
Having reached her limit, Fina completely abandoned her reserve and began to plead with Loki.
"Hearing you say that really excites me... but it's not enough yet."
"Wh-why is this happening...! Ah... Ahhhhhh...!"
Loki continued to channel magic into the tentacles, mercilessly filling her vagina with semen.
The tentacles invading Fina's private parts, constantly injecting semen, looked like a broken water pipe.
"It's too early to show weakness. We're only just getting serious. There's still time to violate other holes;
the real action begins now."
Loki grinned wickedly at Fina, who was submerged in semen and in a daze.
Looking at that expression, Fina felt a chill run down her spine.
"Ah, ss... um... huff, ah..."
Exhausted and drowsy from dozens of repetitive piston-like movements and ejaculation, Fina hung in mid-air,
staring blankly at her surroundings with unfocused eyes.
Loki stood beside her, confirming the performance of his tentacles with a satisfied expression.
"...So that's how it is. Now I understand. I'm sorry, Fina, I think I
pushed you a little too hard."
"Ah... ah... Young Master... your personality has gone bad."
"Because you usually act so calm, so a little stimulation like this is necessary now and then, isn't it
?"
"Mind your own business..."
With those words, Fina fainted.
************** *************** *****************
"Ugh...really, you're not a child anymore. Can you please stop playing these pranks?"
Fina straightened her clothes, wiping her lips with a handkerchief as she spoke to Rocky with a sarcastic tone.
Generally speaking, it wouldn't be surprising if someone were mentally broken after being so thoroughly humiliated, but for Fina, an excellent
waitress, she reverted to her usual stern demeanor as soon as the ordeal was over.
"I'm sorry. But I really wanted to confirm the performance of the tentacles. Thank you for your
cooperation."
"It's an honor to be able to help you."
Although she said this, Fina looked at her master, Rocky, with a cold gaze.
"...Anyway, the preparations for capturing the goddess are now complete."
"Considering what happens after defeating the goddess before even doing so—that's typical of Lord Loki."
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind... One should have a long-term vision, isn't that a proverb?"
"Looking ahead is worrying unnecessarily... Demons can't exploit loopholes, that's another proverb."
"...What an unlovable servant. I still think you were
more honest when you were being violated by tentacles."
"If Lord Loki wishes, I can do that normally too."
"...No need, just imagining it gives me a headache, let's not."
The master and servant began their usual bickering as they left the armory.

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