[Tentacle Corruption] [Author: Human Girl] [Part 2]

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—The warmth of spring and the blooming flowers take away the sadness of winter

—The gentle breeze brings a romantic atmosphere

—Every love song suddenly becomes meaningful

—I suddenly saw you at this moment.

Suddenly, beautiful singing filled the dressing room. It was music the makeup artist had specially played for me to dispel my sadness. This song expressed the feelings of so many brides and grooms; it was the favorite music of all lovers, and it used to be my favorite song. Every night for the past year, I would hold Yifei's arm and softly sing this song in his ear. Yifei would turn around, touch my face, and we would hum along, lips to lips.

—The warmth of spring and the fragrance of flowers take away the cold of winter

—The gentle breeze brings unexpected love

—The birds' songs draw us closer

—I suddenly fell in love with you at this moment. As

the music played, my hand slowly touched the makeup artist's hand. The makeup artist's eyes widened, as if looking at me in disbelief in the mirror. I squinted, my eyes filled with seductive allure as I touched the makeup artist's hand and placed it on my flushed face. A lewd smile appeared on my face as I licked my lips.

"Do I look pretty now?"

The makeup artist nodded blankly.

"Today is my big day, will you fuck me?" I looked at myself in the mirror, saying this while taking the makeup artist's fingers, licking them with my little tongue for a while, and then putting them in my mouth.

"Fuck me, okay?" I asked the makeup artist sincerely, and the makeup artist looked at me in the mirror like I was crazy!

—Hand in hand, let's walk together

—create a happy life

—yesterday you didn't have time

—tomorrow you'll regret it

—will you marry me today?

Beautiful music sounded like a lover's confession, and a girl's coquettish laughter came from my mouth. I slowly knelt down between the makeup artist's legs, looked up at the makeup artist's eyes, and while smiling seductively, I unbuckled his belt. The makeup artist's pants fell to the ground, and I pulled his underwear down to his knees, revealing his already ferocious and swollen penis among the dark pubic hair.

"Hehehehe," I chuckled lewdly, stroking the man's penis. "Sir, you're not exactly innocent either, getting hard even in front of the bride!" The makeup artist didn't speak; he just breathed heavily, seemingly startled by my actions.

"M-Madam, you...how could you..." The makeup artist stammered, trying to pull his penis out of my hand.

"Hehehe," I gripped the base of the man's penis tightly, gently squeezing his testicles. The makeup artist let out a painful groan, too frightened to move. "Madam...don't—" "Don't call me Madam," I said, my gaze shifting, a chuckle playing on my lips. "Call me Miss, Miss." "Miss..." The man didn't finish his sentence. Originally, "Miss" was a respectful term for an unmarried girl, but with societal development, it had become a euphemism for prostitutes, a slut. While applying makeup to me, the man had already confirmed that the girl sitting under his hands was definitely not very old, probably in middle school. Looking at my budding body and youthful face, he was probably still secretly wondering why I was wearing a wedding dress so early. He never expected things to turn out this way.

"What? You don't even want to call me 'Miss'?" I said coquettishly, drawing out my words. "Don't you really like hiding anything at all?" I pretended to be shy and rubbed my face with the man's penis. "It's so shameful. Then just call me—" "Call me—a—bitch—!" My words hit the man's head like a hammer blow. He looked at the girl beneath him, whose alluring attire couldn't hide her naivety and innocence, as if he were in a daze, unable to believe my words.

——Jolin in the house

——DT (DBV TBO) in the house

——Our love in the house

"I'm a bitch—" I laughed again, but the bitterness was clear in my laughter. "I'm already a bitch ridden by a thousand men and straddled by ten thousand men—this little bitch loves having sex with men now, this little bitch's stinky cunt has been fucked by hundreds of men!" I insulted myself with the most vulgar words, my heart filled with self-destructive pleasure. "I've been fucked to pieces—look!" I lifted up my chiffon skirt, revealing my already wet genitals. "Looking at your cock makes me so despicable—hahaha, hahahahaha!" I laughed wildly and continued to pull the skirt up, revealing my bare pubic area—"—Look, this is me!!" A bright red character was crookedly carved on my pubic area, but the character was clearly recognizable. This character was not a tattoo; it was a scar that Shoujiang carved with a knife and needle that would never fade. That word stood there menacingly, it would follow me for life, until my body completely rotted away. Prostitute! It was this word that ultimately drove me to madness, dragging me into the abyss of depravity!

"See? I really am a whore!" I laughed, tears streaming down my face. "I'm the lowest of whores, I think about being fucked by men every day! What are you waiting for? Come and fuck me!" Like a greedy bitch, I pounced on the makeup artist, tearing at his clothes frantically. "Madam...madam! Calm down!" "Call me Miss!" I yelled, "Call me a bitch! I'm a bitch!!"—The passion of summer melts the laziness of spring—Sunshine shines on a happy family—Every love song evokes memories

—How did I meet you back then?

My eyes were fixed on the makeup artist's face, like a thirsty female beast. "Don't move!" I threatened, gripping the man's penis and pulling it back defiantly, making the makeup artist afraid to move. "That's good..." I leaned against the man's chest, bringing my face close to the makeup artist's eyes. "Am I beautiful?" The makeup artist nodded frantically. Indeed, he had probably never seen a more beautiful bride than me.

"Then do you want to fuck me?" I twisted the makeup artist's penis again, and the makeup artist nodded frantically again.

"That's right!" I smiled and gave the makeup artist a light kiss on the lips. "This is your reward for telling the truth. Fuck me hard later, fuck me to death, and I'll give you even more rewards! My pussy, my asshole, my rotten mouth, fuck me however you want!" I laughed as I draped my gauze skirt over the man, grasping his penis and preparing to insert it into my vagina.

"Wait a minute..." I tapped my lips with my finger, as if remembering something, "Customers usually like to watch someone fuck a whore, right?" I winked at the makeup artist beneath me, "Do you want to watch someone fuck my pussy?" The makeup artist was about to cry; he must be regretting taking this job, his mind filled with the image of being caught in the act in the dressing room. I knew he was young, and this had happened so soon in this industry that he would never be able to stay in it again. Even if I, the girl in front of him, was beautiful, it couldn't compare to having his future ruined.

"Then I'll show you. Watch me, this whore, get fucked. Go ahead and seduce me!" I lifted my skirt, holding the hem in my mouth, revealing my muddy genitals and the blood-red character for "prostitute." I skillfully swallowed the man's penis into my body. The makeup artist's penis wasn't very big, only about 10 centimeters, but my body was so inexperienced, not fully open, and my vagina was very shallow. This man's penis almost pierced through my vagina.

I tilted my head back, biting my gauze dress tightly, my body trembling as I accepted the man's penis. Hot tears streamed down my face. This was the first time, while fully conscious, I had willingly seduced an innocent stranger. The crazy words I'd just uttered weren't meant to provoke the man before me, but to solidify my resolve. From the day I lost my virginity to today, when I willingly exposed myself to seduce a man, only nine days had passed.

Nine days had turned a pure, innocent, and chaste girl into a wanton slut! I chuckled softly, tears streaming down my face, my heart bleeding. So, from now on, I'll officially be a slut!

I twisted my waist, letting the man's penis thrust inside me, feeling the heat and fullness.

I peeled back the foreskin of my clitoris, revealing a swollen, blood-filled clitoris the size of a soybean, and frantically rubbed it with my hand. I felt the man's penis relentlessly stimulating the erogenous zones inside my vagina, but I found that no amount of sexual pleasure could mask the emptiness deep within my body.

I yearn for "Heaven."

Now I know that Yifei betrayed me because she was controlled by Shoujiang using Heaven. Even the strongest-willed person, under Heaven, can only be a groveling dog. That day, in my debauchery, Shoujiang used Heaven on me, and from that day on, I became a whore for all to have.

Now, every two days, I actively ask Shoujiang to grant me Heaven. After receiving Heaven, I lie in bed, eyes closed, enjoying a pleasure 100 times stronger than sex. On days without Heaven, I roll around with a group of men I know and don't know, letting them fuck my vagina and anus, pursuing sexual pleasure as a substitute for Heaven. I don't want to think about my past life; I've never gone to school again. I threw away the keys to my and Yifei's house, broke my SIM card, and refused to contact anything from the past. For Heaven, I agreed to become Shoujiang's sex slave, working in a brothel, entering the world of prostitution, becoming a prostitute. Just the day before yesterday, after being trained by Shoujiang, she watched with satisfaction as he injected a "heavenly" needle into my clitoris, experiencing the pleasure of being in "heaven."

—The sorrow of winter ends the loneliness of autumn

—A gentle breeze carries bitter longing

—Birds sing of not parting

—At this moment, how I long to embrace you

! "I want it! I want it—!" I was like a thirstless female beast, violently shaking my hips, yearning for pleasure, yearning for orgasm. But the emptiness within me was like a black hole, constantly devouring my pleasure.

I felt like a leaky cup, pleasure constantly pouring in, but flowing out from the leak, unable to accumulate, unable to overflow, unable to reach orgasm!

"I want an orgasm! Give me an orgasm! Give me your cock!"

I roared deep in my throat, biting my skirt, slamming my buttocks like a sandbag, causing the man beneath me to ejaculate. But this little bit of semen couldn't satisfy me at all. I finally spat out the gauze skirt from my mouth and screamed in despair,

"Fuck me—all of you come and fuck me—Shoujiang! Come and fuck me—the bitch is starting to entertain customers—all of you come and fuck me—" My shameless voice echoed in the corridor, and soon countless footsteps came from the corridor. The man beneath me was in pain and pleasure. He had already ejaculated three times, feeling his back aching as if he was about to be drained dry. My scream startled him. The footsteps drew closer and closer. As the door was pushed open heavily, the makeup artist's heart sank to the bottom.

"It's over!" Despair was clearly written on his face: his job, his future, were over!

He seemed to be imagining that countless men would rush in, grab Xia Xin, and punch and kick him. They would angrily take him to court, and even extort a large sum of money from him!

"Hey! Little slut, you've already gotten laid!"

"Tsk tsk, what a shameless slut!"

"She's born a slut! It's a shame she doesn't sell herself!" "It's not her time to greet customers yet!" "I bet she'll be a rotten cunt in less than a year!" The makeup artist stared dumbfounded at the men pointing and whispering about me at the door, watching me crawl up from his limp penis, kneeling and crawling among the men, impatiently tugging at their belts, "Give me your dick! Give me your dick! Give me your dick!!" I muttered nervously as I frantically tore at the men.

"She...she wouldn't...it's time for that, would it..." one man said hesitantly, looking at my crying and laughing expression.

"What do you mean, 'won't'? It's time for that!" a man grabbed my arm and pulled me up, "Come on! The wedding is about to start!" I cried and screamed as a group of men dragged me out, leaving the makeup artist in the dressing room completely bewildered.

"What...what's going on?!" The makeup artist stood up, looking at her torn clothes and limp penis, screaming frantically.

—Listen to me

—hold hands and come with me

—live a peaceful life

—yesterday you missed it

—tomorrow you'll regret it

—today you're going to marry me.

I was dazed and pulled by the men. I felt a dark, gaping hole inside my body, mercilessly swallowing all my feelings and emotions. All my joy, happiness, excitement, delight, and sweetness were swallowed little by little by this hole, disappearing; sadness, pain, madness, fear, grief, and self-destructive emotions filled my entire body. "Give me your dick! Give me your dick! Give me your dick!" I muttered, until Shoujiang placed a severed head in my hand.

My consciousness returned.

It was a 17-year-old boy. His eyes were closed, his face filled with a happy smile. His lips and chin were smooth, without stubble, only soft black down. I used to love pressing my face against his chin, feeling that soft down. The boy used to tease me, but I pouted and said,

"Maybe next year this will turn into a hard, prickly beard, and I'll never enjoy this soft feeling again!" The boy was Yi Fei.

Looking at Yi Fei's head in my hands, my tears flowed uncontrollably again. I loved him so much, but he coldly betrayed me. Now I know he had his reasons, he was forced into it, but it was his betrayal that pushed me into the abyss, condemning me to a shameless, spread-legged whore for life. That day, Shoujiang held heaven in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, forcing me to kill Yi Fei with my own hands. I thought I would hate Yi Fei to the core, but now, holding his head, my mind is filled with the sweet memories of our time together, and Yi Fei's sunny smile.

("When I grow up, I'll marry you!")

("Yes, when I grow up, I'll marry you!")

("You're my fiancée!")

("I, Yi Fei, swear before my father and parents who watch over all living beings: I am willing to marry Xia Xin. I will cherish her, protect her, never let her be sad again, make her happy forever, and let a smile forever remain on her face!") ("I, Xia Xin, swear before my father and parents who watch over me: I am willing to marry Yi Fei. I will take care of him, cherish him, do his laundry, cook for him, and clean the house. I will give him a warm harbor.") "Yi Fei—!" I hugged Yi Fei's head and knelt on the ground. I pressed my face against Yi Fei's cold head and burst into tears. I will never see him again, never hear his sweet words again, and even after death, I will have no face to face him again. This separation is eternal.

"Get up! Today is your wedding day, don't keep the groom waiting!" A majestic voice echoed in my ears. It was Shoujiang speaking. My body trembled; for Heaven, I dared not disobey Shoujiang's command. I weakly stood up and saw a bright red carpet spread out before me, stretching to the sacred place in the distance.

I swayed, holding Yifei's head, and stepped forward.

"Then, the wedding begins," Shoujiang said calmly.

—Listen to me

—hand in hand, we walk together

—give me your life

—don't look back on yesterday —

tomorrow we'll grow old together

—today you will marry me.

The song continued, and I, holding Yifei's head, walked onto the bright red carpet to the light and joyful strains. I wore a pure white veil, a sacred wedding dress, and crystal-studded wedding shoes. A white veil draped over my shoulders, layered with the wedding dress, trailing behind me like a long white shawl. I walked slowly forward to the rhythm of the music, like a small wildflower in the rain, pitiful and endearing. I walked through the church, the place Shoujiang had brought me to after I fell into a deep sleep last night.

I walked across the bright red carpet, the pews on both sides filled with naked men. Their greedy eyes surveyed my beautiful body. They had the right, for they were my true husbands at my wedding today.

I reached the end of the red carpet and carefully placed Yifei's head on the altar where the pastor should officiate, gently opening Yifei's eyelids.

"My dear, today, you will witness my grandest wedding, Xia Xin's grandest wedding!" Yifei was my officiant today. He was my fiancé, and it was right for him to witness his fiancée Xia Xin's wedding to the men.

"Are you the bride, Xia Xin?" A solemn voice echoed in the church; it was Shoujiang, speaking through Yifei's mouth, uttering the vows for this most sacred wedding.

"Are you the bride, Xia Xin? A 16-year-old, the lowest and dirtiest bitch, a female dog who loves having men's dicks shoved into her stinking cunt, swaying her ass in pursuit of pleasure?" "Yes," I answered calmly.

"Are you her husbands? The men who love to sleep with her, love to fuck her cunt, love to make her suffer and make her happy?" "Yes! We are!" The men laughed and answered in a chaotic manner.

"The bride and groom have arrived, and I declare the wedding officially open!"

The song began, it was my familiar melody, my favorite song. I hummed softly in my throat along with the rhythm. I was at the wedding I had always longed for, but I felt no emotion.

—Listening to the church bells

—we witnessed before God and our loved ones

, "Do you take yourself to be married to every man in the world, whether young or old, rich or poor, healthy or sick, to treat them all equally, to warm them with your body, to comfort them, to relieve their weariness, to be the woman beneath them? Do you?" "I do," I answered calmly.

—This man and woman are about to become husband and wife

—don't forget how sacred this is.

"Are you willing to spread your legs from now on, to welcome every penis in the world? Whether long or short, thick or thin, real or fake, human or dog, to give them the greatest enjoyment. To swallow their semen, to bear their children, even if you never know the name of the father of your child. Are you willing?" "I am willing," I answered calmly.

—Are you willing to be with her through life and death, joy and sorrow

—to cherish her, respect

her—to comfort her, to protect her

—to build a happy family together

. "Are you willing to enter the brothel from now on, to be the bitch of your master, Shoujiang? No matter what kind of training or abuse your body receives, no matter how many men have fucked you, you will have no regrets, to obey your master, to follow your master, even if you betray everything in the world, you will never abandon your master. Are you willing?" "I am willing," I answered calmly.

—Are you willing to do this?

—Yes, I do!

"I declare the wedding valid. Your wedding will be blessed by the Father God!" Hearing the Father God's blessing, my body trembled slightly, but immediately returned to calm. The officiant paused slightly before continuing,

"Under the watchful eyes of your former fiancé, Yi Fei, I hereby declare the wedding ceremony officially open." "Bride Xia Xin, groom, and all the men present, consummate the marriage—begin—!" —Listen to me—hand in hand to the end—give me your life

—yesterday is past

—tomorrow holds more memories

—today you will marry me

. I was lifted high by the men and carried to the sacred church altar. Sunlight streamed through the mosaic tiles of the church roof, casting a sacred glow upon me. My wedding dress was dazzling and radiant; I was an angel in the men's eyes.

They lifted my sacred wedding dress, revealing my genitals, constantly leaking semen and vaginal fluid. I was awestruck by the men, countless hands caressing my body. The men pulled my gloved hands to their penises, straddled my neck, pried open my pink-lipped mouth, and forcefully shoved their cocks inside.

My lipstick was wiped off by their cocks, my face expressionless.

Yi Fei's head watched all of this unfold. I am loved by so many men; I will have a happy life ahead of me. In a daze, I seem to see him looking at me happily, surrounded by men, smiling with satisfaction.

Song Hui touched my legs, which were covered in white stockings, and lifted them onto his shoulders. He touched the word "prostitute" etched on my pubic mound; his hand seemed to have magic, making my body tremble slightly. "Are you the bitch Xia Xin?" he asked.

"Give me...give me..." My consciousness seemed to be fading; I used my subconscious to seek pleasure, to fill the hole of desire that I could never fill.

"Tell me, are you the bitch Xia Xin?"

"I...I am! I am the slutty bitch Xia Xin!" I shouted through tears, the humiliation making my lust burn even more fiercely.

"What do you want?"

"A cock! I want a cock!" I bit my lip; I couldn't believe that I would say such filthy words in front of so many men!

"What do you want my cock for?"

"Fuck me! Fuck my stinking cunt raw!" I finally abandoned all self-respect and shouted in despair, "I'm a whore! I'm finally a whore! Fuck me all you want, I don't want money, fuck me all you want!" Song Hui laughed and shoved his cock into my vagina. Satisfied, he took out a syringe, peeled back the foreskin on my clitoris, and injected it into my tender clitoris.

My eyes rolled back, my body convulsing from the intense pain. As Song Hui pushed the medicine from the syringe into my clitoris, I screamed incoherently, reaching orgasm.

Song Hui thrust hard into my body, his lower abdomen slapping against my buttocks. I was brought to heaven by the drug and the pleasure of sex, my moans and cries echoing in the solemn church.

The men didn't completely undress me; they kept my wedding dress on, as if it would make them more aroused. Song Hui picked me up, the dress bunched up between us, and lay back, letting me fall onto him. "I'm a slut, I want everyone to taste my lips!" This thought, swirling in my hazy mind, made me pout and try to reach for Song Hui's lips, but the wedding dress wrapped around us prevented me from lying down. A man grabbed my head and slapped my face with his penis in a humiliating way. I opened my

mouth wide, making a sound like a baby wanting to nurse. The man teased me; it was Wang Wei's voice.

"Who's opening their mouth like that?"

"It's me...me...that filthy bitch Xia Xin!"

"Oh, it's bitch Xia Xin, what do you want?"

"A dick! Bitch Xia Xin wants a man's dick!"

"What do you want a dick for?"

"Fuck me, fuck my mouth raw!"

Wang Wei laughed, shoving his dick down my throat.

The men copied them, each slapping me with their dicks before penetrating me, asking those three questions. I had completely lost all shame, shouting that I was a bitch, wanting men's dicks in my mouth, my cunt, my asshole. I listened to the men's humiliating words, constantly reaching orgasm.

I forgot the time, forgot where I was, forgot who I was, only knowing that I was a bitch, that I wanted a dick, that I wanted an orgasm. My human consciousness slowly faded, I felt like I had truly become a bitch, wagging my tail, being fucked by countless dogs lining up on the street.

I don't know how much time passed, when I felt myself wake up, it was already night. I felt my wedding dress was completely soaked, stained with semen and sweat. My throat felt swollen and burning, the result of the men's merciless insertion of tubes into my throat. My lower body felt cold; I could feel my anus and vagina wide open, unable to retract. The church had no heating, and the cold wind blew in through the gaping holes in my vagina and anus, causing my uterus and rectum to spasm from the cold.

But I felt my whole body was immersed in men's semen, every orifice filled with it, a feeling that filled me with such fullness.

"Are you satisfied with today's wedding?" a voice came from the darkness.

I struggled to lift my head, weakly turning over to look at the direction the voice came from.

The church was pitch black, without any lights on. Through the moonlight streaming through the ceiling, I could vaguely see a man sitting on a pew in the first row of the church. The man was wearing a black suit, impeccably dressed and spotless. His hands were on his lap, holding a book, reading by the moonlight.

"I am so happy for today's wedding, my master." I kowtowed heavily to the floor, answering respectfully.

"You seem to have some issues with me, my beloved slave." Master Shoujiang's words were calm. Ever since I witnessed his true colors, he had always spoken in this tone—unhurried, composed, and wise.

"Xia Nu wouldn't dare."

"You shouldn't hide anything from your master. Why?" Master Shoujiang's words were devoid of any emotion.

I remained silent for a long time before bitterly saying, "Is Xia Xin... defiled?" Master closed his book and stood up. The moonlight only illuminated the hem of his clothes; his upper body was hidden in darkness, preventing me from seeing his face or expression.
「我」颤抖着身体，跟着夏馨的动作缓缓跪下，用尽全身的力气赞美着父神，祈求着父神的原谅，感激着父神的赐福！

「我」感到我的身体颤抖的达到了高潮，这个高潮只有附在夏馨的身体上才感受过！不是男人的短短一瞬，而是女人的永恒！

第八章真实世界ω

女人的手轻轻拂去桌子上的蛛网和灰尘，她拿起日记，翻到了日记的第一页，露出似嗔似喜的表情，看着日记的记载。

2076年元月1日

我又想念我的妻子了。虽然她曾经是个妓女，但我是如此的爱她。我的天使，不知道现在的你，在旧大陆上还好吗？我们的潜艇已经在西太平洋上迷失4 个月了，今天船长刚刚镇压下了一次暴乱。与以前不同的是，这次的暴乱居然有乘客们的参与。船长痛苦的和我说，即使这一次我们最终到达了新北京，他也做不下去了。我的努力他都看在眼里。我从一个最底层的水手做起，不断的学习，最终在今天成为了极光的大副。他说在到达新北京后，会推荐我成为这艘船的船长。

他告诉我，作为一个预备船长，我需要有写日记的习惯。所以，我要在这本日记的第一页上，记下你的名字。美月，我狄天的妻子，我爱你。

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2076年元月2日

我们还在这一片地区打转。很奇怪，即使我们开启了自动航行系统，潜艇仍一遍又一遍的在这里绕着圈子。这一片沉船的墓地我们已经路过不下几百次了，船长说3 个小时后，我们将出去探索这片沉船的海域。我不知道一会会遇到什幺，是凶还是福。美月，你总是会给我带来幸运，请允许我再一次记下你的名字。我爱你。

你的丈夫，狄天。

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2076年元月11日

船里出现了很奇怪的事情。大家似乎都开始变得健忘起来。今天船长用手掐着兰花指，捏着嗓子说他是女人！我的天！他是一个50多岁的绅士，怎幺会发生这种事情！我去上层客房去安抚客人的情绪，却发现他们也产生了性别认知障碍！

似乎现在只有我没事，或许是我那天捡到的那个硬币的关系……哈哈，是我瞎猜的了。我知道，一定是美月你的名字护佑着我，那就请你一直护佑下去吧。直到我们再次见面。想念你，爱你，美月。

你的丈夫，狄天。

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2076年元月20日

怪物！怪物终于出现了！今天上层的客房里，有一个胖胖的女人突然变成了一个肉球！它伸出了无数触手，缠住了客房的客人！我带着他们逃出了上层，但又不得不忍痛把将近三分之一的人关在了那个绝望的地方。现在我似乎还能听到上面凄惨的哭喊声。是我下的命令，我想我辜负了船长对我的期待，我的手上也沾满了鲜血。但我不后悔，我拯救了大多数人。说到船长，船长最近几天一直把他锁在房间里，我叫门只能听到他狂躁的叫喊声。他的嗓子变得越来越尖锐了，像是一个更年期的老太婆！最近我出现了一些健忘的情况，我差一点找不到这个日记本！幸亏最后我在抽屉里发现了。差一点没有办法和你说话了，亲爱的。

你的丈夫，狄天。

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2076年元月29日

我们逃不掉了！我再也见不到亲爱的你了！又有女性客人变成了怪物，她们一个接一个，变成肉球，又融合到一起，最后慢慢的铺满了中层！我带着几个水手放弃了中层，退到了下层货仓里。船长不肯离开船长室，我只能放弃了他。我现在能清楚的听见我头顶上人们的呻吟声，但为什幺全是女人？现在的我浑身燥热，但是亲爱的，我一直在想你。亲爱的……不不不，我又健忘了，我居然忘了你的名字！父神，不要这幺惩罚我！你是我的幸运之星，我怎幺能忘了你的名字！

但是我没有忘记我们第一次相见的时候，没有忘记你是东瀛省的人！我要牢牢记住，永远不要忘记。我叫狄天，我是你的丈夫。我爱你。

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2076年2月11日

船里似乎只剩下我一个人了。我当初带下来几个人？我已经记不清了。我找遍了每个船舱，都无法找到他们。亲爱的，一会我就要去中层去看一下情况。如果我还能继续写下去的话，说明我活着回来了，虽然我感觉希望不大。给我勇气，亲爱的。爱你的狄天。

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2076年2月17日

他们都变成女人了！他们被怪物变成女人了！他们被怪物变成女人了！（潦草的字迹，无法辨识）触手！无数触手！那些触手把女人全都举在空中！（潦草）我是男人！我是男人！我是男人！我是狄天！

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2076年2月20日

我把我自己所在一个货仓里，然后彻底的断绝通往外面的通道。现在我将一个人在货仓里迎接死亡。这里有水，有面包合成机，但是没有其他人。我只能一个人在这里瑟瑟发抖，还好可以通过这本日记和亲爱的你对话。我每天起床都会拉开裤子拉链检查我的阳具。确认我的男人身份。记得当初我说船长的诡异事情吗？我想他锁住自己的那几天里，正是他逐渐变成女人的时间。所以我每天都在对自己说，我是男人，我是男人，我是男人。我会每天都把这句话记在日记本里。

亲爱的，我是男人，我有20厘米的鸡巴，我喜欢操你。爱你的狄天。

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2076年2月29日

最近这几天似乎都在做一个梦，但是我醒过来却不记得梦里的内容。我只是感到梦对我很重要，今天少说一些，我想去睡一觉，体验一下梦里究竟是什幺。

愿父神保佑我们。狄天

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2076年3月1日

我终于记住梦里的内容了，一个温馨的场景，似乎是我们以前看过的一个电影片段。里面那个女孩真是太可爱了。但是我好像忘记了什幺……算了，既然忘记了那就不重要了。还有，我发现我的皮肤最近似乎变得很白皙，这让我很高兴。

原来无数人说我像是野兽。他们说我是野蛮人，真是太让人家伤心了。不过我始终感觉有什幺在注视着我。狄天……2136年4月15日

感觉昨天距离今天很长的样子。我现在很困，心情很不好。我很想像你倾诉一下，亲爱的。你说女娲造人是不是很不公平啊，为什幺会有男人这种生物出现？

女人的高潮是多幺美妙，相比而言，男人确是如此丑陋不堪。希望这个日记不要被别人看去，做个男人真是太糟糕了，我真想和你一样，做一个彻彻底底的女人。

Do you know, today when I was masturbating, I really wanted to tear that ugly little bug off! But after looking in the mirror, I held back. I'm not like those barbarians. I have beautiful long hair, I don't have a beard, my skin is fair and clean, I'm somewhat like a woman. There's an old Chinese saying that men are made of mud and women are made of water. I want to transform from mud into water, is that what I'm currently in: cement? Haha, I hope you, heartless one, still remember me, my bitch lover. Di Tian… July 19, 2199

Why am I a man! Why am I a man! Why am I a man! Why am I a man!

(Repeated, hastily) Why am I not a woman! Why am I not a woman! Why am I not a woman! Why am I not a woman! (Repeated, hastily) Let me become a woman! Let me become a woman! Let me become a woman! Let me become a woman! (Repeated, hastily) The woman's hand closed the diary. She sighed softly, picked up the holy emblem from the diary, placed it on her bare chest, and prayed with tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you, all-knowing and all-powerful Father God, for I have finally fulfilled my wish, freed myself from my ugly male body, and become a true woman. I will dedicate everything to you; I am coming to your side now!" A series of pounding sounds came from the wall of the room. The alloy wall gradually became uneven, and finally, to the woman's joyful gaze, the wall shattered with a deafening roar, pierced through by a giant tentacle! The other side of the hole resembled a fleshy tunnel, with countless tentacles waving within, as if welcoming the woman's return.

Tears of joy streamed down the woman's face. She raised the holy emblem high, praising the Father God loudly. Several tentacles extending from afar wrapped around the woman's body, and amidst her loud praise, inserted themselves into the orifices beneath her. Her vagina and anus were slowly filled by the tentacles, and she moaned loudly, releasing her pleasure. "I feel so fulfilled! Thank you, Father God, for giving me this penis! Father God, you will be my eternal master, Di Tian!" She cried, tears streaming down her face.

Tentacles wrapped around her, carrying her to the top of the submarine. Along the way, she saw countless women wrapped in tentacles, moaning loudly under their manipulation, reaching orgasm again and again. Having read the diary, she looked at those women with envious eyes. She knew those women had enjoyed 123 more years than her. They didn't age, didn't need to eat, didn't need to drink, only needed to be wrapped in those tentacles, enjoying eternal orgasms.

How happy you are! Di Tian shouted jealously, deeply regretting not having joined her master's arms sooner. She felt the pleasure brought to her by the tentacles beneath her, feeling how happy she was as a woman!

Finally, the tentacles brought her to the very center of the submarine, to a huge ball of flesh. In Di Tian's eyes, this ball of flesh was so beautiful, covered in tentacles, each one bringing her the ultimate pleasure. The fleshy ball communicated with Di Tian through consciousness, moving her to tears once more.

"Master! I am your lowest servant, your lowest female dog! You actually deign to speak to me! I would die for you!" she cried, raising the holy emblem and, as her master requested, placing it on the fleshy ball. The fleshy ball wriggled, drawing the emblem into the very center of its body. Di Tian gazed at the fleshy ball before her, mesmerized, as if looking at her lover. She knew this holy emblem was the core of her master. It was because she had secretly kept this emblem, blocking her master's calls, that she needed her master's more than 100 years of transformation in dreams!

She hated herself for not returning the emblem to her master sooner, for not responding to her master's call sooner! A hundred years ago, she should have happily embraced her master!

After obtaining the holy emblem, the fleshy ball finally regained its complete form. It waved its tentacles, carrying the women on them, sucking their breasts, biting their nipples, thrusting into their bodies, filling their wombs with its spores!

A majestic voice resounded in the hearts of all the women on the submarine; it was their master giving them his final command—(The submarine will carry you to the nearest underwater city. Your purpose is to lie low there, to act as prostitutes, wives, and lovers, and to have intercourse with every man you meet. Your wombs are already filled with the master's spores; your purpose is to spread these spores into the bodies of everyone in the underwater city. When you have completed your mission, the submarine will proceed to the next city. Until—this planet is covered with the master's spores!

When you have spread the spores throughout the world, the master's true form will descend upon this world. At that time, you will receive the greatest reward—to enjoy eternal womanly pleasure in heaven!) The women wept, thanking their master for his grace and trust. The submarine slowly began to move again; this time, it would carry a ship full of prostitutes, traveling the world.

In another dimension, an angelic woman spread her holy wings, smiling as she watched the projection unfold. A slight smile played on her lips as she murmured to herself,

"Xia Xin, your stories always seem to resonate with men! As your master's lowest slave, this seems to be your only use now..." Her gaze traversed countless stars, finally settling on a star cluster composed of writhing chunks of flesh. Their war angel master: the ancient god—the Hell Star Cluster—was about to conquer another plane!

[The End]

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