Slut Alliance - Syndra's Corruption 1-2

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1. Ancient Book

Syndra returned to Ionia after participating in the Alliance's War of Conflict. Because her dwelling was high in the sky, and her reclusive nature,
she refused the proposal from Ionia and the Alliance to install a magic circle, which meant she
had to walk a considerable distance back to her residence after each battle.

Syndra was walking home as usual. The Noxian invasion had just ended, and the wounds of war
were slowly healing. Looking at the revitalized land, Syndra was in a surprisingly good mood, strolling leisurely along the road.

Just as she was nearing home, the sounds of fighting erupted ahead, instantly shattering Syndra's good mood.
This was her territory; she refused to allow anyone to trespass. Enraged, Syndra flew to the source of the fighting and
found a group of ninjas chasing an elderly monk. Syndra looked down at them like an ant,
and with a flick of her finger, all their weapons were crushed to dust by her vast magical power. The crowd stared in terror at Syndra, who hovered in
the air like a god, frozen in place. Syndra, seeing their fear, coldly raised her hand
and used magic to imprison and lift the ninjas. Then, with a casual wave, she slammed the ninjas together and tossed them away like trash
. Syndra floated to the trembling monk, finding him clutching something tightly wrapped in cloth. She
coldly glared at him, gesturing for him to leave. The monk hurriedly hunched over, clutching the object, and passed by Syndra.

"Naka Naru." A faint, hoarse voice echoed in Syndra's ear, vanishing in an instant.
Syndra whirled around, raising her hand to imprison the monk. The monk struggled in terror for a few moments before clutching the bundle tightly. Syndra
roughly pried open the monk's hands with magic, then with a flick of her wrist, the bundle flew to her. Syndra
touched the cloth, turning it to ashes, revealing a tattered ancient book chained with iron chains before her.

Syndra carefully examined the ancient book, slowly reaching out to grasp it.

"No! That's a relic of an evil god. Its power will condemn you to eternal damnation!" the monk cried out anxiously.
Syndra looked at the anxious monk with disdain and said, "Only the weak fear power." With that, she opened her palm, turning
the chains to ashes and breaking the seal. As the seal was broken, the ancient book emitted visible magical fluctuations, dark
purple magic surging forth continuously.

Syndra reached out and the ancient book slowly fell into her hand, settling down. "It's not something you can control. Don't open it,"
the monk pleaded, hovering in the air. Syndra coldly glanced at the monk, put away the ancient book, and flew back to her dwelling. As
Syndra left, the monk, landing on the ground, watched Syndra's disappearing figure, his eyes flashing with fanaticism. He opened his arms
and shouted, "She got it! Master, she got it! I can finally serve you, the all-knowing and all-powerful one! Long
live !" With these fanatical shouts, the monk slowly turned to ashes and vanished.

Back at her lodgings, Syndra casually placed the ancient book on the table. She then went to the dressing room and soon arrived at the backyard,
completely naked to prepare for a bath. Stretching by the hot spring, she gazed at her
reflection in the water: her snow-white skin shimmered in the moonlight, her mithril hair cascaded to her waist, and her
delicate face, now without makeup, possessed less of its usual coldness and more of a captivating allure. Despite not having consciously exercised,
her figure was surprisingly well-proportioned, with beautifully shaped breasts below a slender waist and a flat stomach, followed by
rounded buttocks and full thighs. The graceful curves of her body perfectly accentuated her youthful beauty, and
her eyes, glowing with a powerful purple light from her vast magic, gave her an air of quiet authority. Syndra
was very satisfied and confident with her body. She wiggled a few times in front of her reflection and stepped into the hot spring to bathe.

Because Syndra's dwelling was located high in the deserted sky with almost no visitors, she was quite
open about it. However, today, Syndra had a vague feeling that something was watching her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable. After
a hasty bath, Syndra went to the hall to meditate and cultivate. By the time she finished meditating, it was already evening,
and Syndra headed towards her bedroom.

"Naka Naru." As she passed the study, that ethereal, hoarse voice rang in her ears again, echoing
continuously . Syndra looked in the direction of the sound and saw an ancient book lying quietly on the table. Syndra noticed
that the light around her seemed to be drawn to and distorted by the ancient book, as if it were beckoning her.

Syndra walked to the table, picked up the ancient book, and the echoing voice stopped. Syndra hesitated for a moment,
then sat down at the table and opened the ancient book in her hands. Syndra was surprised to find that the ancient book contained a script she had never
seen , which puzzled her greatly. "Naka... Naru," the voice rang out again. "
Naka... Naru?" Syndra hesitated, repeating the phrase after the voice. As Syndra
spoke the ancient book rippled with deep purple light, and the script transformed into Ionian script, floating out of the book and appearing
before her.

Syndra carefully examined the spells recorded in the script, which captivated her.
Just as Syndra was engrossed in the contents of the ancient book, it was quietly changing.

Deep purple liquid seeped silently from the pages, dripping onto the ground. As the liquid accumulated,
nearly transparent tentacles, glowing with a purple light, slowly grew out and
spread .

Finally, a tentacle climbed onto Syndra's fair thigh. "..." Immersed in reading, Syndra
only felt a sticky sensation on her thigh but didn't pay much attention to it. Immediately, more tentacles climbed onto Syndra's
body, slowly wriggling and seeping into her clothes, rubbing against
her skin. "Hmm?" Finally, the intense stickiness and foreign sensation made Syndra look down and discover the tentacles
. Without panic, Syndra calmly closed the ancient book.

As the book closed, the tentacles vanished simultaneously; everything seemed as if nothing had happened. If it weren't for the clear
tactile sensation and the lingering stickiness on her skin, Syndra might have thought she was hallucinating. Syndra examined
the ancient book in her hand, thought for a moment, and then opened it again. After reading the sentence, the words in the book began to appear. A moment later, the tentacles
reappeared. Syndra's eyes glowed purple, and her magical power surged, transforming into a shockwave that erupted. To Syndra's
astonishment, the shockwave easily passed through the tentacles without causing any damage or effect; clearly,
these tentacles were unassailable. Seeing this, Syndra closed the ancient book, and the tentacles and the deep purple liquid dripping onto the ground immediately disappeared
without a trace.

Syndra was captivated by the contents of the ancient book; this wasn't her first encounter with forbidden knowledge.
Ancient books and magic, but none of the ancient books she had read before had such a strange process and cost as this one. Similarly,
none of the ancient books she had encountered before could compare to this one; it was so captivating to Syndra.

After much consideration, Syndra decided to continue reading. On one hand, she was completely obsessed with the contents of the ancient book; on the other hand,
she was very confident in her abilities. She believed she could face and handle any situation because that was how she
had it. Thinking about this, a wave of fatigue washed over Syndra, and she realized that her magic power was somewhat depleted. Clearly,
the ancient book had absorbed some of her magic power, but not much. Syndra thought for a moment, put down the ancient book, went to her bedroom, and lay down to sleep.

What she didn't notice was that after she fell asleep, a tentacle with eyes at the tip floated out of the ancient book, winding its way into
the bedroom and observing the sleeping Syndra. After a while, the eyes emitted a faint light, illuminating Syndra's serene face.
Syndra hummed softly and slept even more soundly.

2. Entering a Dream

The next night, Syndra finished meditating and went to her study, picking up the ancient book. She was a little tired today, so she thought for a moment
and took the ancient book to her bedroom.

Syndra leaned against the bed, engrossed in reading the ancient book. Soon, translucent tentacles, shimmering with a purple glow,
quietly climbed onto her body, gently wriggling and teasing her. The strangely sticky sensation made Syndra
frown, but the book's contents captivated her, so she chose to ignore the feeling. Moreover, setting aside
the uncomfortable stickiness, Syndra didn't dislike the tentacles; on the contrary, she even found them
somewhat endearing! Thinking this, Syndra quickly shook her head, dismissing the absurd thought, and continued to immerse herself in
the ancient book .

At this moment, a voice, different from the previous ethereal hoarseness, sounded in her ear—this time, it was a gentle, motherly
whisper: "Don't be tense. Relax." Listening to the words, Syndra's body
gradually . The tentacles began to spread across Syndra
's body, soon enveloping her completely. From a distance, Syndra, absorbed in her reading, appeared as if she were being draped in a
translucent garment with a faint purple glow.

The tentacles writhed and gently rubbed against Syndra's fair and tender skin. "Ah,"
Syndra murmured with pleasure, engrossed in her reading. The undulating tentacles felt like a gentle friction, which she found incredibly pleasurable. The tentacles
didn't stop, slowly spreading towards Syndra's deep genitals and full, erect breasts. "Hiss," Syndra felt
a chill and involuntarily shivered. The tentacles finally
completely . "Ugh," Syndra felt a sticky sensation in her chest. Frowning, she looked down and saw the tentacles
pressing and rubbing against her breasts through her clothes. The tentacles' movements caused a slight itching and squeezing pleasure in her breasts
. Soon, her nipples hardened, forming small bumps on Syndra's tight clothing.

The tips of several tentacles surrounded this small bump, carefully touching and bumping against it. With each bump,
Syndra felt a pleasurable current of electricity shoot from her nipples into her brain. The tentacles didn't immediately increase their force or
frequency , but rather massaged and stimulated slowly and gradually. This inexplicable pleasure made
Syndra, who was still a virgin and had been engrossed in her cultivation, somewhat intoxicated. Although the stickiness of the tentacles made her feel somewhat nauseous and uncomfortable,
the pleasure completely overshadowed that discomfort. Syndra smiled contentedly and turned her attention back to
the ancient book.

When Syndra closed the book, the tentacles dissipated, but
the pleasure . As the pleasure faded, Syndra couldn't help but feel a little lost. At this moment, the previous fatigue and
the weakness after the loss of magic power made Syndra drowsy. She casually tossed the ancient book aside and fell asleep.

Soon, the eye tentacle in the ancient book floated out again, making Syndra sleep even more deeply. At the same time, more
tentacles emerged from the ancient book and slowly began to climb onto Syndra's body.

For the past two weeks, Syndra had been immersed in the knowledge of ancient books every night. As time passed, the tentacles were
subtly changing: the originally small tentacles had thickened considerably, reaching about the thickness of a finger, and although still transparent, they
were becoming increasingly textured.

Syndra observed all of this but didn't pay much attention. With these changes, the friction and pressure of the tentacles
increased, and Syndra discovered that with the stimulation of the tentacles, not only her nipples changed, but her private parts also reacted
, releasing some clear fluid. Syndra didn't care about these things; the pleasure brought by these tentacles had
become a kind of enjoyment when she read the ancient books. In fact, Syndra gradually felt that what drove her to open the ancient books every night
was not the knowledge in the books, but these tentacles that brought her this indescribable pleasure.

Today, while participating in the War of Conflict, Syndra discovered that her magic power had greatly increased.
After , Syndra returned to her residence, feeling somewhat tired but in a good mood. After bathing and meditating, Syndra lay on her bed and opened
the ancient book. As the words appeared, tentacles quickly climbed onto Syndra's body and began to tease and caress her. "Mmm. Ah."
As the tentacles moved, pleasure grew and spread within Syndra's body. Syndra parted her lips and let out a pleasurable sound.
"Mmm. Mmm." As time went on, Syndra felt that the tentacles were moving exceptionally actively today, arousing
pleasure more intense than ever before.

Soon, exhausted, Syndra closed the ancient book, preparing to sleep. Strangely
, the tentacles didn't disappear as the book closed, which puzzled Syndra. Just as she was about to gather her magic, that long-absent, ethereal, hoarse
voice rang in her ears, "...Naka...Naru." This startled Syndra. In that instant,
the demonic eye tentacle floated in front of Syndra, emitting a faint glow. Under the light, Syndra's expression relaxed
, and she stared blankly at the demonic eye. "...Naka...Naru." The voice sounded again, "...Naka
...Naru." Syndra was guided to repeat the phrase over and over, frozen in place.
At this moment, the deep purple liquid on the ground had spread throughout the entire hall. Syndra awoke with a start, finding herself slowly sinking into the liquid along with
everything . The moment she was submerged, a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness caused Syndra to lose
consciousness. "...Naka...Naru." With the ethereal, hoarse voice, Syndra jolted awake. Discovering a dark, seemingly boundless space
beneath , Syndra adjusted herself and channeled her magic to float
within this liquid-filled space.

Syndra gathered her magic, cautiously remaining alert. Soon, purple light began to emanate from around her body, and then...
Tentacles emerged from these points of light. These tentacles swiftly wrapped around Syndra's body,
rubbing against her . Syndra knew she couldn't attack the tentacles and tried to break free, but the pleasure emanating from her body, coupled with the tentacles' lack of
any aggressive or dangerous movements, prevented her from immediately struggling. Instead, she naturally relaxed, accepting the tentacles
' caresses. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late; the tentacles had completely bound and immobilized her body,
and no matter how much Syndra struggled, it was futile.

Then, Syndra noticed that the tentacles were corroding her clothes?! A moment later
, a white light source appeared in the space—Syndra's naked, flawless body.

Although the space was empty, Syndra was still deeply ashamed. The tentacles didn't stop; instead, they wrapped around
Syndra's breasts. Syndra was astonished to find that without the obstruction of her clothes, the pressure and friction from the tentacles brought a
completely different, clearer, and more intense pleasure. "Ah," Syndra let out a comfortable groan,
as if it were a spell. With this groan, the tentacles on Syndra's chest began to stir restlessly. Instead of rubbing
and caressing, the tentacles wrapped around Syndra's entire breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully and rapidly. With each movement, Syndra
's full, firm breasts changed shape, the tentacles rhythmically squeezing
and teasing her already erect nipples with their rounded tips.

"Ha...ha...ha...what is this feeling? It's completely different from before...ha...ha...so intense!"
Syndra cried out in pleasure, her defensive magic vanishing as the pleasure from her breasts shattered her defenses. Just as
Syndra was indulging in the pleasure from her breasts, a viscous, slightly raised tentacle burrowed
between Syndra's tightly closed legs, gently rubbing against her slightly moist labia. "It's so sticky. Stop!
Ah! No, not there! Ah! Ah!" Syndra cried out, twisting her body, trying to break free from the sticky tentacles. But bound and held
in place, her struggles were futile. The tentacles ignored her struggles and
cries instead pressing their protrusions harder against her delicate labia, rubbing them faster.

"Ah! Ah! So good! Ah! Such a strange feeling! So good!" Soon, the stickiness in her private parts
transformed into an indescribable pleasure with the friction of the tentacles, growing stronger and stronger, causing Syndra to moan with pleasure.
Soon, a lewd scene appeared in the space: in the darkness, Syndra's body glowed with a pure white and alluring
light. Pale purple tentacles meandered and wrapped around this perfect body, her legs tightly closed and her hands tied behind her back,
rhythmically kneading, squeezing, and rubbing Syndra's breasts and private parts.

Syndra was completely immersed in the pleasure brought by the tentacles, tilting her head back, sticking out her tongue, and opening her mouth to let out a melodious cry.
At this moment, a slender tentacle appeared at Syndra's private parts. It snaked its way to Syndra's engorged clitoris
, slowly circling it. After completely surrounding the clitoris, it suddenly tightened its grip, wrapping tightly around it . "
Eh. Ahh ... 　　As the climax subsided, the slender tentacle vanished without a trace. Other tentacles began to gently stimulate Syndra, like a soothing balm after an orgasm. "Ha...ha...don't stop. So good. " Syndra was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her head tilted back, mouth open, tongue lolling out, panting. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, humming pleasurably and crying out, craving more caresses from the tentacles. Suddenly, a purple dot of light appeared above Syndra's head. A demonic eye tentacle silently emerged, scrutinizing Syndra's joyful yet weakened face. With its appearance, the ethereal, hoarse voice echoed in Syndra's ears again, "...Naka...Naru..." "...Naka... Naru..." Syndra unconsciously uttered these words, her eyes gradually becoming vacant. The demonic eye suddenly opened, emitting a blinding light that shone into Syndra's eyes. Many chaotic images and words were projected into Syndra's eyes along with the light, forcibly imprinting certain knowledge into her. 　　"Ahhh... Hah... Hah!" Syndra cried out in pain as her mind was opened and her thoughts invaded. The next instant, she jolted awake, finding herself lying in bed, the morning sunlight streaming through the window. Syndra quickly checked her body, finding her clothes intact. Turning her head, she noticed the ancient book lying quietly on the bedside table. "Was last night a dream?" Syndra wondered, recalling the pleasurable sensations and orgasm, her body involuntarily reacting. She quickly shook her head, trying to clear her mind, and threw back the covers to wash up. 　　Unbeknownst to Syndra, as she rose, a trickle of clear, lubricating fluid seeped from between her private parts and her clothes, dripping onto the sheets and forming a small puddle.

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