[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 7

(XI) "You should learn from your lover; she's the kind of girl men like,"

Tai said casually, pulling Xiaotao closer to him until the tentacles wriggling in her mouth could almost touch his nose.

Then, he unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, veiny penis with an erect glans pointing high at Xiaotao's wet, secret place.

"No! Let her go! You can't touch her! You can't!"

Xiaotao realized something, but the tentacles blocked her view, preventing her from seeing what was happening below. She couldn't speak, only looking at Tai with pleading eyes.

Men who have been rejected by women too many times find it difficult to be as gentle as before once they have absolute control.

"Do you all hate men that much? Fine, then I'll just have to let you enjoy something other than men."

Suddenly losing interest in raping them, Tai pulled his penis back into his pants and lifted Xiaotao further away.

Just as Xiaotao showed a relieved expression, she suddenly felt the two tentacles that had been groping her body reach between her legs.

"You... what are you doing... uh!"

Unwilling to listen to Ayaka's nonsense, Taiichi tightened the tentacle wrapped around her neck, her beautiful face turning bright red, barely able to breathe.

"Ugh... ugh... ooh... yo yo..."

Her mouth, with the tentacle in her mouth, struggled to utter muffled pleas, her pleading words choked into rather comical onomatopoeia.

The slightly thinner tentacle tips pressed against Xiaotao's two orifices, one tip teasing her vulva, the other piercing her anus.

Taiichi leisurely pulled Xiaotao closer, raising his hand to wipe away the tears streaming down her face, making her look less disheveled.

Before Xiaotao could even feel relieved, thinking that the other party had softened, she felt a huge force on her waist pulling her body downwards.

If you've ever touched an octopus, you know how smooth its soft, sticky surface is. A tentacle so smooth and capable of changing its thickness and length at will render even a virgin's tight vagina and the obstruction of her hymen meaningless.

As if the whole world had turned gray, Xiaotao's eyes widened, a dazed expression of disbelief on her face. Her mouth stopped moving, and she seemed petrified.

The only thing still moving was her legs, trembling with excruciating pain.

The front tentacle pierced through Xiaotao's virgin vagina without hesitation, the very tip even penetrating her delicate uterus. The rear tentacle was even more ferocious. Her rectum, completely unlubricated, resisted the invasion fiercely, writhing and contracting its sphincter muscles in an attempt to stop the tentacle's attack. But it not only penetrated but continued to push inward, reaching a point where nothing had ever been able to reach before. Even a woman with extensive anal sex experience couldn't endure that, let alone Xiaotao, whose buttocks, like her front, were still a virgin.

She couldn't even cry anymore. She hadn't fainted yet, but instead let out painful groans, simply because the two tentacles had begun to move inside her.

Like two incredibly long, fleshy rods, they began to thrust violently.

Her buttocks felt like they were being split open. Xiaotao finally cried out, but all her cries were choked back by the tentacle thrusting in and out of her mouth like fleshy rods. The one in her mouth thrust just as fiercely, each time forcing its thinning tip forcefully into her throat, making her eyes roll back involuntarily.

Ayaka was almost going crazy. She desperately tried to hit the tentacle wrapped around her neck, biting it with her teeth and digging with her nails.

"Don't rush, you're next."

Taiichi watched with great interest as the two tentacles raped Xiaotao's vagina and anus from both ends, completely unconcerned about Ayaka's actions. The tentacles were incredibly tough; although it still hurt a little, it was insignificant compared to the pleasure of toying with two beautiful girls like this.

After completely breaching the virgin's defenses, the tentacles slowly began to withdraw their movements to a more outward position. The suckers teased every sensitive inch of flesh inside the vagina, while the freely bending shaft pressed against the clitoris with each movement. The tentacle inside the anus hooked its tip, teasing the intestinal wall while rotating and rubbing the sensitive mucous membrane inside.

The burning pleasure mixed with pain was exceptionally clear, and the flames of sensuality began to burn through Xiaotao's mind from another angle. Even the tentacle in her mouth, constantly pounding against her throat, seemed to bring her a strange tingling and numb sensation.

"She clearly enjoys being fucked, yet she pretends to hate men. How hypocritical."

Taiichi lifted Xiaotao up with satisfaction, looking at her wet lower body, where sweet nectar mixed with blood was already dripping down. He wiped it with his finger, pulled Xiaotao's body down, temporarily withdrew the tentacle, and put his finger, covered in her own fluids, into her mouth.

Having lost the ability to think, Xiaotao obediently sucked, licking everything off his fingers with her tongue.

"Good girls deserve a reward."

Taiyi smiled and withdrew his finger, but the tentacle didn't go back into Xiaotao's mouth. Instead, it moved downwards, accurately finding the small clitoris that was already swollen inside the foreskin, and pressed it against it.

"Ahhh...ahhh—"

The intense stimulation made Xiaotao straighten her back, her dangling legs tensing up, her slender toes curling tightly. Feeling the surrounding flesh walls tighten suddenly, the tentacle inside her honeypot became excited, bending like fingers, forcefully scraping the upper wall of the vaginal cavity from Xiaotao's cervix to the vaginal opening.

In less than half a minute, Xiaotao shook her head and began to cry uncontrollably, "Ahhh...no...no more. It feels so good...Aya, I'm sorry, I feel so good I'm about to die...uhhh—"

In a strange confession, Xiaotao, under the control of the tentacle, began to thrust violently, reaching an unprecedented orgasm.

But the tentacles showed no sign of stopping. Instead, they quickened their pace the moment she reached her climax. The tentacles that had been gripping Ayaka's legs released their grip and flew over, twisting and manipulating Momo's breasts, playing with the nipples that had turned a deep cherry pink.

"Huff...huff...ahhh, no...don't...die...die—"

It seemed that only the word "death" could express the indescribable ecstasy. Wave after wave of climaxes finally brought Momo to her physical and mental limit. Her body convulsed violently twice and slowly went limp.

The unconscious Momo was placed on the carpet, and the tentacles withdrew from her body without hesitation. When the tentacles were pulled out of her honey pot, a large amount of honey spurted out like urine.

Ayaka was in despair. She covered her face with her hands, lowered her head, and refused to look at Momo's appearance, constantly squeezing out various venomous curses through her teeth.

Such a resistant and repulsive toy is obviously more interesting. "What, seeing your female companion climax on her own, are you crying from jealousy?"

"I'm going to kill you... I'll definitely kill you... monster... you monster..."

"Your stinking mouth needs a good wash."

Taiichi pursed his lips unhappily, all eight tentacles wrapping around Ayaka, firmly grasping her and pressing her down in front of him, forcing her into a kneeling position.

Two tentacles clamped Ayaka's face on either side, lifting her face and forcefully forcing her mouth open.

The object of every boy's fantasy in the school was kneeling naked before him. For Taiichi, this was a wonderful experience. He enjoyed the superiority of a conqueror for a moment, then pulled out his semi-erect penis.

Ayaka's eyes widened, and she shook her head desperately, showing extreme disgust at the sight of male organs.

But Taiichi had no intention of having sex with her himself. His lust still hadn't found resonance with these two girls. He really wanted to wash Ayaka's mouth.

There's only one kind of liquid that a person can excrete to wash a certain place.

When the urine came down again, Ayaka finally showed a bit of the weakness of a young girl, letting out a muffled whimper.

The urine from Momo hadn't even dried on her face and head when Taiichi's urine was poured onto her face again, aimed at her open mouth, and poured straight in.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Choked by the hot urine, Ayaka coughed loudly, but this was only the beginning. As soon as the urine flow ended, tentacles covered in blood and feces from Momo's anus were quickly shoved into her mouth.

“This is your lover’s poop, you must really like it.”

Taiichi laughed loudly, using his tentacles to lift Ayaka’s buttocks, inserting his fingers into her vagina.

After circling around, he found nothing, and smiled mockingly, “You have such a deep resentment towards men, yet you have no hymen. I wonder if you tore it apart with a dildo, or if you’ve already been played with by men long ago?”

“Ugh!”

Like a female beast whose sore spot had been touched, Ayaka bit down hard on the tentacle in her mouth, not caring that there was still some of Momo’s feces on it.

Lifting Ayaka’s buttocks, Taiichi spread her buttocks apart with both hands, carefully examining her anus, and deliberately said, “Ah... your asshole has been developed too. A lewd woman like you, how can you still be so shameless as to hate men?”

He spat on her anus, and a tentacle slowly crawled over, circled the light brown anus twice, and then, like an earthworm finding moist soil, burrowed deep inside.

"Ugh—"

Ayaka's body jerked violently, her hands clenching tightly as she endured the churning sensation in her rectum.

"So sexy, and so tightly bound, no wonder men want to rape you."

Taiichi said, pinching her clitoris with two fingers and squeezing hard with his nails.

"Ugh—" Ayaka

trembled all over in pain, gasping for breath, her head shaking, her long, wavy hair swaying back and forth beneath her honey-colored body.

Despite the sensual nature of her body, Taiichi felt no desire to penetrate her. What he truly longed for was to see Ayaka, like Momo, cry out in pain before turning to tears of pleasure under the tentacles.

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Suddenly, her gaze fell on Xiaotao, who had opened her eyes, instantly igniting a spark of hope within her. She began to writhe, trying to attract Taiichi's attention.

"Xiaotao...quick, escape, go call the police..."

she prayed silently.

Xiaotao slowly got up, looking weak and unsteady on her feet. She glanced at Ayaka, who was currently being firmly controlled by eight tentacles, every inch of her body being violated.

Ayaka, almost unable to withstand the stimulation, placed all her hopes on Xiaotao.

But Xiaotao showed no intention of escaping.

She even glared at Ayaka jealously, then knelt on the carpet, slowly crawled over, and reached out to stroke the tentacles flying in the air, revealing a longing expression.

"Please...give it to me, I...I want it so much..."

The lustful plea, like a giant hammer, shattered all of Ayaka's hopes. Having lost her last piece of driftwood, Ayaka, pulled by the tentacles, plummeted deep into the bottomless abyss of debauchery.

(12) When Taiichi returned home, it was already past dusk.

Although he still hadn't ejaculated, he was in a very good mood. The two girls' vaginal fluids had almost soaked half the carpet. Ayaka first fainted from the tear in her anus, and then lost control of her bladder during endless orgasms. Momo almost fell in love with the tentacles, clinging to them and wanting more, until she finally fainted for the fifth time.

The two disheveled girls must still be unconscious.

The older sister must be on a blind date at this time and won't be back until midnight. The younger sister has dance classes. The house, where the three of them depend on each other, feels particularly empty at times like this.

Taiichi casually closed the bedroom door, lay down on the bed, and coiled his tentacles behind his back into a comfortable cushion, adjusting its height and softness at will.

There was something he couldn't understand: why couldn't any of the three undeniably beautiful girls ignite a genuine sexual urge in him?

It was as if something was subtly rejecting him.

Taiichi knew who his most frequent sexual fantasy object was, but it was someone he absolutely could not touch.

If he were to actually harm her, he would likely feel guilty until the day he died.

He closed his eyes, yet the image of that girl's beautiful naked body surfaced in his mind again. It was merely a chance glimpse, yet it had left an indelible, alluring impression. Whenever he thought of that sweet naked body, her round, delicate breasts, her slender, long legs, and her firm, smooth buttocks, though lacking in curves, he couldn't help but masturbate to relieve the unbearable erection.

Now, that feeling returned, so he reached out and pulled out his hard penis. This time, he decided to try using his tentacles. The flexible octopus arms coiled around it, the suckers attaching to the skin around his shaft, and he began moving them up and down.

He was probably the first person to masturbate like this. Taiichi thought with amusement, closing his eyes, trying to make the image of the cute girl's naked body in his mind clearer.

Just as he began to feel something and start breathing comfortably, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Brother, the dance teacher is here today..."

A cheerful voice came from outside the door...

He opened his eyes in a panic, the image of the girl in his mind perfectly overlapping with the scene in reality, except that she was wearing a beautiful pink dress...

Mizuhara Masami's handbag fell to the ground with a thud, and she stammered, "Brother...you...that's...you...what's wrong?"

(Thirteen) In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Taiichi's mind, only to be rejected one by one. Finally, as if deciding to take a gamble, he steeled himself, wrapped his hands and feet with tentacles, and made a painful expression on his face.

"Maya...Maya, brother...I feel so bad. Quick...come help me..."

At this point, it was too late to stop, and the tentacles had no choice but to continue stroking his erect flesh.

Masami's face turned pale, and she tried very hard to control herself from turning around and running away, taking small steps closer to Taiichi, "Brother...what's wrong?"

Taichi stretched out his hand to Yami, pleading for help. "Yami... brother... is possessed by a monster. It hurts so much..."

Without a shred of suspicion, Yami went over and grabbed her brother's hand. "I... what can I do to help brother?"

Taichi suppressed his racing heart, trying not to give himself away too quickly. He pointed to his erect penis, wincing in pain, and said, "Brother... is possessed by an octopus monster... over there."

"Ah... ah?"

The still-childish girl gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. Looking at her brother's erect penis, she panicked. "Then... then I'll call my sister. This... this requires seeing a doctor."

"No!"

Taichi quickly pulled his sister's hand tighter, making up a flimsy excuse. "It's... too late. Brother is in so much pain... he's about to die."

"Then... what should we do?"

Yami's eyes reddened. She gripped Taichi's hands tightly, as if wanting to lend her strength to her brother.

Taiichi hesitated for a moment, then decided to use a more tactful approach, "Yami, have you... have you ever had any dating experience?"

Always concerned for his younger sister, Taiichi knew the answer was no; he was merely hinting at it to his somewhat clueless sister.

These days, middle school girls generally have an adult level of knowledge about "that kind of thing." Yami blinked, asking somewhat awkwardly, "Does... do I have to... do I have to make it come out?"

By the time she finished speaking, Yami's face was almost as red as an apple, and she didn't dare look at her brother's body.

"Brother... it's so hard down there, if... if I don't come out, I'll really die."

It was a very clumsy lie, but the coiled, giant octopus tentacles undoubtedly increased its credibility.

Yami looked at Taiichi in a panic, asking with concern, "But...but are you alright with these monsters wrapped around you?"

Taiichi tried his best to suppress the tentacles that were throbbing against Yami, panting as he said, "It's...it's alright, compared to the pain there, it's nothing."

"I...I don't know what to do. Although...although I talked about it with Junko and Erina, but...but..."

Yami, nervous and somewhat incoherent, began to timidly try to reach her hand towards Taiichi's crotch, but the tentacles coiled there terrified her, and she dared not approach.

The tentacle wrapped around his penis suddenly flew towards Yami's wrist, forcefully pulling her small hand towards Taiichi's genitals.

"Ah!"

Yami let out a beautiful, short scream, her hand instinctively trying to pull away, but it was firmly pressed down by the powerful octopus tentacles. Yami sniffed, suppressing the urge to cry out of fear, and with her soft palm, she grasped her brother's hot and hard penis. The veins on it throbbed powerfully, and the penis, seemingly enlarged in her palm, transmitted heat to her body, making Yami's body heat up as well.

"Brother... will it feel better if I move like this?"

Yami tentatively slid her slender hand up and down, her long, graceful fingers, like a pianist's, tightly encircling the thick penis, almost too loose to hold. Taiichi

suppressed a satisfied sigh, still showing a pained expression, gently comforting his sister: "Although it's not too obvious, it seems to be better." The tentacles

wrapped around Yami's wrist no longer needed to be pulled, and instead began to caress Yami's arm.

"Ugh... I... hate it."

As the soft suction cups crawled over her arm, Yami looked at the tentacles with disgust, and just as she tried to pull them off, she heard her brother groan in pain, and could only helplessly let the thing crawl around her arm.

"Brother... this thing makes me so itchy. Waaah..."

Yami made a wronged sound, pouting.

“I…I’m sorry, Yami, but I can’t help it.”

Taiichi acted convincingly, and another tentacle took the opportunity to fly towards Yami’s leg, caressing her beautifully curved calf inch by inch. Because of her long-term dance training, Yami’s legs were quite eye-catching for a girl her age. The greedy tentacle was attracted by her smooth, youthful skin and quickly climbed up her shapely and elastic thigh.

The muscles on the inside of her thighs were much more sensitive than other parts, and even through the stockings, Yami began to feel a tingling, itchy sensation that made her heart palpitate.

“Brother…I’m so scared…”

The girl, who had to comfort her brother, couldn’t leave the edge of the bed. Her tightly closed legs couldn’t stop the soft, slippery tentacle from advancing. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to her shameful parts, Yami helplessly began to plead for help.

Taiichi was completely dominated by his desires. He finally realized that his lust, his reproductive urges, only reacted to this girl. Even though she was his own sister, what could he do?

Sister, you also want your brother to be happy, don’t you? As if a demon were whispering in his ear, Taiichi, completely convinced of his own power, continued his masterful acting, "Yami, help me cum, then... this monster will be finished."

"But, but..."

Yami, on the verge of tears, even her fingers were starting to ache, "Yami has already tried so hard, brother, are you even enjoying it... ugh..."

Feeling it was the right moment, Taiichi tried his best not to appear too erotic, panting painfully, "Yami, how about... let brother touch you? That should make me cum faster."

Yami neither nodded nor shook her head, but turned her head away, her small, shell-like teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her fair cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears. Taiichi looked at his sister's beautiful profile and slowly reached out his hand.

Of the three children, his sister was the only one who inherited her mother's beautiful appearance, and she had become Taiichi's dual emotional and physical anchor. When his trembling hand slowly cupped his sister's small but already beautifully curved breasts, even through her clothes and bra, he felt an urge to cry.

He gently kneaded the soft breasts he had dreamed of countless times, feeling the exquisite elasticity of the girl's youthful breasts, and couldn't help but whisper his sister's name, "Yamei... Brother likes you so much."

As if startled by this sudden confession, Yamei stopped what she was doing and looked at her brother with a happy expression in surprise, "Brother... Brother, what did you say?"

Taiichi took a deep breath and said it clearly again. This time, he changed the word and did not use the self-reference indicating blood relation.

"Yamei, I like you so much."

(XIV) Taiichi originally thought that Yamei, who had always depended on him, would show a happy expression and be deeply moved by his confession of love.

Yami looked even more bewildered, as if she still wasn't sure what she had just heard. She struggled to push a tentacle that had tried to burrow into her skirt under her knee, then turned her head to focus intently on Tai's penis, saying very softly, "Brother, you...you suddenly saying this...it'll be very difficult for Yami."

"Why? Doesn't Yami like brother...?"

Tai showed a genuine expression of pain, staring intently at his sister's face. Seemingly infected by his master's sadness and anger, the tentacles' desire to attack intensified.

Yami's face flushed even more, and she said haltingly, "No...no, but aren't we siblings...Brother, when you say you like me, does it mean...a romantic relationship?"

Taiichi grasped Yami's arm, his heart pounding with excitement. "Of course! Yami, I've liked you for so long! I'm not interested in any other woman, even when possessed by this monster, I could only think of you!"

"Wait...wait until you're better, brother, before we talk about this, okay?"

Yami clearly expressed her rejection of this illicit relationship. If it weren't for their close, dependent kinship, she probably would have run away crying at the sight of such a disgusting and terrifying monster. The

fact that she was willing to masturbate for Taiichi and let him touch her breasts was already a huge sacrifice this innocent girl had made for her brother.

However, she hadn't realized that the monster was actually controlled by her brother, and that the man who was always rejected was now gradually losing his last bit of tenderness and rationality because of her gentle refusal.

Looking at his sister's face, Taiichi's tenderness and expectation were replaced by lust. Two tentacles swiftly flew over, clamping Yami's head between them.

Yami let out a terrified scream, quickly pulling her hands back and desperately tearing at her wrists.

Taiichi had lost patience with the act and gasped, "Yami, I can't hold back anymore..."

"Huh?"

Yami was stunned, not understanding what was happening, when the tentacle gripping her head forcefully pushed her towards the erect penis.

Afraid of hurting her brother, Yami strained her neck and said, "Brother... get away!"

But Taiichi didn't move at all, instead watching excitedly as Yami's cherry-colored mouth was pressed against the penis.

"Ugh... ooh..."

Afraid of biting her brother's sensitive spot, Yami reluctantly opened her mouth, only to have her mouth forced to accept the thick, long shaft inch by inch.

"Heh... Yami."

Taiichi watched his penis fully inserted into his sister's mouth, and he groaned with satisfaction. All the tentacles worked together, lifting Yami's body onto the bed, her buttocks facing his head, assuming a 69 position suspended in the air.

White stockings extended all the way to below the point where her legs crossed, and only a small part of her white panties could be vaguely seen from under her skirt. Not satisfied with this view, Taiichi manipulated the tentacles, lifting his sister's skirt high.

"Ugh...ugh!"

Yami let out a panicked moan, her hands, trying to pull the skirt back, were tightly bound behind her back by the tentacles. Then, two tentacles slipped inside the skirt, deftly unhooking her bra and pulling it out from the neckline, handing it to Taiichi.

Taiichi pressed the lace bra, as white as her underwear, against his face, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her virgin flesh. This excitement made his penis even larger, the tip of his glans easily touching Yami's throat.

Knowing his sister wouldn't bite him, Taiichi rocked his hips up and down, using Yami's mouth as a sex organ, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

Saliva dripped from his mouth onto his pubic hair and the sheets, leaving behind patches of Yami's shameful marks.

Tossing the bra aside, Taiichi reached out and caressed his sister's thighs, finding the end of the stockings. He rubbed them down her taut skin, the stockings bunching up and sliding down her thighs. Before he could even remove the stockings completely, with one side still clinging to Yami's calf, Taiichi impatiently pressed his lips to hers, frantically kissing her exposed crotch.

The sensation on her inner thighs made Yami even more uncomfortable; she squirmed restlessly, trying to escape the unfamiliar, tingling sensation. Despite his psychological struggle, his mature body honestly responded physiologically. Taiichi, persistently licking Yami's inner thighs, soon noticed a small stain on the part of her panties pressed against her pubic area.

"Yami, your panties are wet. Let me take them off for you."

Taiichi gripped the edge of the panties tightly; the image of Yami's private parts, which he had imagined countless times in his dreams, was about to appear before his eyes in reality.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Yami kicked her legs, the stockings hanging on her legs swaying back and forth, but under the powerful control of the tentacles, these struggles were meaningless.

When her panties slid down her thighs and hung on her bent knees, Tai's eyes widened.

Because she was in a prone position with her mouth being raped while suspended in the air, and her smooth, snow-white mounds of flesh were spread apart by Tai's tentacles, the first thing he saw was Yami's small anus.

The skin, as smooth and white as her buttocks, extended all the way to her buttocks cleft, only slightly darkening in color near the tight folds. The area around it was very clean, without any excess skin flakes or unsightly little red bumps, clearly indicating that her buttocks had been carefully cleaned with a wet wipe. Her light brown anus was perfectly tucked into the shape of a chrysanthemum, and with each breath, the petals of the chrysanthemum slightly opened and closed.

Less than a finger's width away from her anus was Yami's most embarrassing part. Nestled between two soft, small lips, only a hint of her tender, pinkish-red vulva was visible, already stained with love honey, glistening liquid clinging between her beautiful labia.

Below the closed lips, a tender bud the size of a cherry blossom tip was carefully protected by soft skin. Further down, sparse hairs added a touch of girlish innocence, creating a scene that was utterly tempting.

He absolutely didn't want to give this sister to anyone else!

His penis was already unbearably hard; with only Yami's unskilled oral sex, Taiichi had no chance of ejaculating. Having received enough foreplay, Taiichi waved his tentacles, turning his sister's body around.

"Brother, brother, save me... Waaah, monster... so scary..."

Yami, already terrified, began to plead with Taiichi for help.

In response, the tentacles, baring their fangs and claws, burrowed into the pink dress, forcefully parting it...

(15) The tattered dress, along with the torn panties, fell to the ground. Within the web of swirling tentacles, the beautiful prey was completely naked, with only a stocking still clinging to one leg.

"Help... Waaah..."

She barely managed to utter a single word before Taiichi pulled Yami into his arms, forcefully kissing her rosy lips. His tongue chased hers, like tiny tentacles, wrapping around her.

Except for those controlling Yami's limbs, the remaining tentacles began to caress the girl's entire body. Taiichi's erect penis, aided by the tentacles, entered the virgin's crotch, gently teasing her tightly closed vulva.

Wanting to act like a normal man conquering a woman, Taiichi embraced his sister and rolled onto her. Yami, pinned beneath him, cried incessantly, but nothing could shake the resolve of the man transformed into a beast.

"Yami, brother's coming."

Taiichi thrust forward, the tip of his penis sending a melting sensation through him, a pleasure far beyond anything fingers could offer. The smooth, tender muscle provided an indescribable enjoyment to his penis.

Conversely, a throbbing pain began to spread from the entrance of her vagina throughout Yami's body, causing her to let out a mournful cry like a deer caught in a gunshot.

A woman's cry of being conquered is often the most beautiful melody to a beastly man's ears. Taiichi restrained his urge to thrust all the way in, smoothing out the delicate folds of her vaginal opening millimeter by millimeter, trying to prolong the exquisite moment of taking his sister's virginity as long as possible.

"Brother...it hurts...Yami hurts so much...please...pull it out."

Yami's hands were pulled to either side of the bed, and her legs were spread into an M-shape, dangling in the air. This shameful position offered her no resistance to the man's intrusion; she could only desperately feel the hard, thick object relentlessly forcing its way through her tightly clenched flesh.

Taiichi, kneading his sister's firm breasts that wouldn't deform much even when she lay down, had no intention of stopping. "Yami, from now on, you are my woman. I will love you dearly."

"No...Yami, no... Waaah..."

His glans felt the fragile barrier. He paused, then increased the pressure, the smooth tip stretching and deforming the capillary-covered hymen.

"Ahhh...it hurts...it hurts, it's...it's going to break..."

Yami's toes clenched, all her muscles tensing to their limit, even her tentacles felt almost uncontrollable.

The frenulum beneath Taiichi's penis also began to ache. He slightly pulled his member back, preparing for a second assault.

"Huff...huff...no...it hurts..."

Slightly relieved, Yami gasped for breath like a fish out of air, her snow-white breasts heaving rapidly.

Taiichi gripped her breasts tightly, lifting her lower body as if riding on her buttocks, and thrust in diagonally from above.

This time, the guardian of purity couldn't resist the violent invasion again. A feeling of penetration surged from his penis. Satisfied, Taiichi buried his member inside his sister's body, holding her tightly. "Yami, you're finally mine."

The splitting pain temporarily robbed Yami of the ability to speak. She gripped the only sheet she could reach, almost wringing the sturdy fabric apart. From her open mouth, only faint "gurgling" sounds, like breath being choked, could be heard.

The penis, pressed tightly against her cervix, began to pleasure itself, withdrawing backward. The friction against her vaginal walls finally made Yami cry out, "Tear...it's tearing...Waaah—"

She cried out in pain like a child, realizing for the first time how terrifying men could be. The man on top of her was no longer her caring brother, but a beast wantonly ravaging her virginity.

Being a beast, he felt no remorse for Yami's cries; instead, the cries stimulated Taiyi, who was already aroused. He lowered his hips and thrust forward, his slightly awkward penis adjusting its course along the slippery flesh, becoming a forceful squeezing of the injured vaginal walls.

Blood trickled down Yami's raised buttocks, creating a beautiful white-and-red pattern.

(Sixteen) His long-suppressed lust finally found an outlet. Taiyi's movements were powerful, each thrust like a pile driver. Yami's soft buttocks were slapped by his body, making a "smack" sound, and her elastic flesh rippled with each blow.

Taiichi continued until his lower back ached, making it impossible to exert himself any longer, at which point he temporarily stopped.

By then, Yami's virgin secret place was a gruesome sight. Her

once tender, pinkish-white vulva was now streaked with blood, the swollen, red ring around his penis. Her once clean and tidy anus was now surrounded by semi-congealed blood from her deflowering. Even her fair and delicate breasts were swollen from Taiichi's forceful kneading, one nipple, excessively sucked, tinged with a pale purple, hardening at the tip.

Yami had cried until she was too weak to continue, turning her head away, unwilling to look at her demon-turned brother, silently shedding tears.

When Taiichi pulled out his penis, the tightly pressed vaginal opening made a soft popping sound.

He put his hands behind his head and lay down on the bed, while the eight tentacles, still playing with Yami's delicate body, lifted her onto Taiichi.

Like a doll, she was manipulated into a squatting position to urinate. Yami's body slowly sank down, her soft, secret orifice, like her previous mouth, gradually swallowing the penis.

"Uh...uh..."

Compared to the previous position, the penis now penetrated much deeper. When the cervix was touched, Yami shook her head in disbelief, pleading, "No...no, my stomach...my stomach is going to burst...uhhh..."

The tentacles supporting her suddenly released their grip, and a section of the glans slid directly into the cervix. The sensation of the flesh, much smoother and tighter than the vaginal walls, gave the sensitive area of the glans immense stimulation. Taiyi let out an excited growl, using his tentacles to grab his sister's body and shake it back and forth, his penis beginning to enjoy the virgin's tender womb.

No longer satisfied with merely possessing her front, two tentacles coiled around her back, spreading Yami's buttocks apart. As soon as

her anus, stained with blood from the front and looking somewhat disheveled, was revealed, one tentacle slid in without hesitation. Although the outermost sphincter of Yami's buttocks appeared very tight, the inside was anything but dry. The peristaltic rectum had a greasy feel, allowing the tentacles to easily penetrate to the deepest point.

"Ahhh... my buttocks... no... no ahhh!"

Yami let out a sharp cry as something unbelievable was inserted into her unbelievable place, the suction cups attaching to the intestinal wall.

Through a thin layer of flesh, Taiichi's penis could clearly feel the movement of the tentacles in the adjacent hole. This novel stimulation intensified his pleasure, and a large amount of semen began to accumulate at the base of his penis, stirring with the increasingly strong tingling sensation.

Both her front and back holes were being brutally violated, while three tentacles continuously stimulated her clitoris and breasts. The woman's senses gradually awakened from the pain, and the strange tingling sensation made Yami let out a moan that even she herself felt ashamed of.

Taiichi, panting, said, "Yami, are you starting to feel good? Your brother is the best man, he can make you feel so good you want to cry."

"I...I didn't."

Yami shook her head, trying to deny the terrible idea that incest and rape could produce pleasure. "No...it's not like that."

Immediately, the tentacle pressing on her clitoris quickened its movements, the suction cups on her clitoris not only rubbing back and forth but even starting to rotate.

Yami could no longer endure it. Her long, beautiful legs curled tightly together, her knees pressed together with all her might, clamping down on the tentacle that was constantly moving in her lower body, and also clamping down on the penis throbbing inside her.

But the tentacle wouldn't be immobilized just because it was clamped down. Suddenly, a thin tip emerged from the suction cups pressing on it, like a small tongue, and began to lick Yami's clitoris rapidly from side to side. The foreskin was completely torn open by the suction cups, leaving her delicate clitoris exposed to the caress of the small tongue. A surge of pleasure coursed through Aya's entire body, instantly shattering the last line of defense in her mind.

"Brother...brother...ooh...so hot, so comfortable, ooh..."

Aya moaned loudly, unconsciously twisting her hips as she reached her climax.

Taichi seized the opportunity, beginning to thrust deeply. Her sensitive vulva, in the throes of orgasm, was gripped tightly by the smooth flesh with the slightest movement—a sensation he had longed for.

The rhythmic thrusts quickly propelled Aya to new heights, the eight tentacles thrashing about, dragging her swiftly into the mire of desire. Her pale mind was filled only with exploding sparks of pleasure.

"Ahhh—hot...hot...it's...it's in—"

As the gushing semen shot into Ami's uterus, she arched her neck back, completely succumbing to lust.

As Taiichi ejaculated, he too was enveloped in unimaginable pleasure, as if pouring all the essence of his life into his sister's body. The ejaculation continued incessantly, the delicate uterus quickly filling up, the white, cloudy semen still flowing out, soaking Yami's honeypot and wetting a large patch of the sheets.

"Yami... Yami—"

Taiichi roared excitedly, pulling out his penis, the last spurt of semen shooting out, splashing onto Yami's flushed face with a "plop," slowly dripping into the corner of her mouth.

Under the intense sense of transgression and the even stronger orgasm, Yami reached her physical limit, slowly closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Looking at his sister sleeping on the bed, the only remaining trace of her naked body still the stocking hanging on her calf, Taiichi felt a profound exhaustion. He blinked, trying to clear his mind, but the feeling of exhaustion only intensified.

It wasn't the feeling of mere fatigue, but a dangerous signal that she might fall into a permanent sleep.

His body began to warn him. Taiichi tried to move the tentacles, only to find that all eight tentacles had lost control and hung limply, like an animal starving to the extreme.

He climbed off the bed and tried to find something to eat, but his body instinctively resisted the most basic action of eating.

He suddenly remembered something, rushed to the table, and began frantically flipping through the books on it.

He shouldn't have forgotten, he shouldn't have forgotten...

(Seventeen) The next day, Yamei woke up from deep exhaustion and discomfort, as if she had just had a nightmare, unable to believe that everything had actually happened.

But seeing the marks left on her body—the suction cup marks, the swollen vulva, the torn anus, the painful breasts—all indicated that the nightmare had indeed happened to her.

"Brother... that's so cruel..."

She covered her face and cried silently.

She cried for a long time before raising her head and looking around, but she didn't see her brother. She hesitated for a moment, then groped for one of her brother's shirts and put it on, thinking about how to tell her sister about it. She

got out of bed and was startled to find a dead octopus, more than half a meter long, lying on the table.

The sight before her overlapped with the nightmare of the previous night, and Yami let out a chilling scream and rushed out of the room.

She didn't notice that one of the octopus's tentacles was hanging on the table, pressing down on a page in a book.

Among the dense paragraphs on that page was a line about the reproductive characteristics of octopuses:

"An octopus can only mate once in its lifetime."

(Postscript)

This article is dedicated to the glorious asexual class warrior, the great prophet, the old virgin who has transcended vulgar interests, even if he predicts all the games correctly, he will be finished after one sexual encounter—Paul the Octopus.

【[pos] The Dream Eater of Erotic Tales】 1

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(Zero) Dreams are a very strange thing.

It can satisfy many desires that cannot be fulfilled in reality, and it can also easily fill people's minds with fear, like a Pandora's box that may pop out at any time, existing parallel to reality.

Countless people try to find the connection between the two worlds, analyzing the desires, panics, happiness, or sins reflected in that fantasy space.

But this is all in vain, because this world, which is full of human emotions, is a sweet bait for countless mysterious forces. Of the six or seven dreams that people have every day, only the last one can be completely saved.

This dream is the one most closely connected to reality and the most tempting.

This dream is also full of strong human will and is difficult to invade or devour.

Only humans themselves can devour it.

For example, those who can use dreams as bait...

(I) Picking up the newspaper, Yumeno Naga sighed heavily and crossed out the last job advertisement with a big X.

Looking back at the hard and tall cement building, Naga stared regretfully at the dignified and charming receptionist behind the glass door and walked dejectedly towards the public library across the street.

Perhaps for a college graduate like him, working in an office surrounded by beautiful office ladies is just a distant dream. Despite having dreamt of it countless times, it seems impossible for it to become reality.

At 23, unemployed for nearly a year, a single guy relying on his parents' help to survive, short in stature, not particularly handsome, and quite slovenly when not job hunting, he'd probably still be a virgin if he hadn't swallowed his pride and dated a completely unremarkable female classmate for a month and a half in high school. His

only special skill is the ability to dream about whatever he wants to dream about, a skill his friends envied in school, but useless during job hunting, something he dared not even put on his resume.

Although the interviewer was a very elegant lady, Naga was sure that if he wrote "dreaming" as a skill, she would mercilessly throw his application materials in his face.

Frankly, he actually had a very good chance of succeeding; his final opponent was just a young girl who had only finished high school and entered the workforce. Moreover, the girl was very cute and had a very alluring figure, which was definitely a minus for a female interviewer.

But the sight of her shapely, long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings beneath her short skirt completely overwhelmed Naga, who was utterly defenseless against female beauty. After a series of responses that even he himself would blush with afterward, the girl politely offered to contact him again if there was any news.

He'd heard such polite words for almost a year, and that HR manager had never actually followed through. He

was determined to thoroughly ravage that competitor in his dreams tonight. Naga angrily crushed the paper cup in his hand and threw it into the trash can. This pointless revenge was his only gain for the day.

Compared to young men who needed to satisfy their sexual desires with their hands, Naga, who relied mainly on dreams, was a special case. Seeing beautiful girls, trying to remember their faces, and then manipulating them in his dreams to reach orgasm was his only solace in his single life.

Aside from needing to pad his underwear with tons of tissues before bed, he thought this kind of fantasy was far superior to masturbation—though perhaps slightly less realistic.

"Nana... Hmph, just wait until tonight I'll deal with you." Muttering the name of his rival, who was probably already looking at his office, Naga hunched over, pulling his suit jacket tighter, and walked into the library.

Behind a table closest to the entrance sat a high school girl in a white sailor uniform with bright orange floral patterns. She had waist-length black hair, a fair and pretty face, and slightly upturned, rosy lips revealing a row of clean, even teeth. Like a whirlpool, she instantly drew all of Naga's attention.

It was as if they had met in a dream before.

He borrowed a book haphazardly, tried to act casual, politely greeted her, and sat down opposite the girl.

Beside the girl lay the book she had been reading, the first volume of Freud's *The Interpretation of Dreams*. Her library card lay on top of the book; the photo on the card still looked incredibly cute and charming. He shifted slightly, stealing a glance at the name field next to the photo.

Four neat, handwritten characters read: Tabe Yuai.

(II) As Naga emerged from the library, he realized with dismay that pursuing such a beautiful girl through normal means was as unrealistic as a dream.

While dreaming was his forte, making dreams come true was clearly a skill from another realm.

Worse still, from the moment he became drowsy until he finally fell asleep and then woke up to leave, aside from the initial glance he exchanged with her dark eyes, the girl named Yui remained quietly engrossed in her book. All he managed to observe was a glimpse of her alluring collarbone; he couldn't even see the edge of her cleavage.

In other words, he only had a vague, pleasant impression of Yui's figure, without any real connection to it. At this rate, even dreaming about her at night would be difficult.

What an unlucky day! Perhaps he should watch a horoscope program on TV and learn some ways to improve his luck. Naga sighed, bought a pack of the cheapest cigarettes from a roadside shop, and stuffed it into his pocket.

His parents had clearly become numb to his incompetence, placing all their hopes on his excellent and sensible younger brother, Naihe. So, upon hearing Naihe's description of his failed interview, his mother simply nodded calmly, saying nothing more. His father, meanwhile, continued quietly reading the newspaper, his already slightly hunched back appearing even more bent.

The guilt had long since vanished with each failure. Naihe returned the suit to his father; until the next interview opportunity arrived, he was bound to spend another period of his life shuttling between the restaurant and his bedroom.

After sending out a large number of resumes online as usual, Naihe began his daily entertainment—various forms of mental comfort parasitized by the computer and the internet, such as chat games.

With his allowance from his parents dwindling, Naihe hadn't bought a new game in a long time. Bored, he completed the game from last month for the thirteenth time. Looking at the triumphant male protagonist surrounded by women, each with their own unique and adorable expressions, on the ending screen, Naihe yawned and decided to go to bed early.

In his current life, sleep has become the beginning of his pleasure.

Lying on the soft bedding, Naga adjusted the position of his throbbing penis inside his briefs, so that it wouldn't rub too closely against the toilet paper during his erotic dreams and spoil the quality of his fantasies. Then, he closed his eyes and began to try to picture Tabe Yui's appearance in his mind.

But this time it wasn't as smooth as before. It was indeed because he hadn't observed her properly. He couldn't imagine a matching nude face to Yui's beautiful and innocent face. The only thing he could roughly guess was that the skin on her chest must be as white and delicate as the skin around her neck. At that youthful age, her breasts must be beautifully upturned and rounded, with delicate pink buds at the tips.

Naga frowned. Perhaps he couldn't have any other entertainment without venting his frustration from failing the interview today. So he turned to imagining the nude body of his competitor, Nami.

This wasn't too difficult, because he had secretly observed her for a long time during the day, and that woman was dressed quite provocatively.

Soon, amidst this compulsive repetition of memories, Naga drifted into the long-awaited dreamland.

(III) Because the game he played before bed contained numerous scenes of discipline, Naga naturally set his pre-set dream in a dark prison cell filled with SM props.

However, this time, the feeling was quite different from his usual experience.

In the past, entering a dream was a very natural process, as if he had already been in that dream for a short time without any extra sensations.

But this time, he clearly felt discomfort from his body. First, there was a slight dizziness, followed by a sudden feeling of weightlessness, and then, after a strong sense of unease, he abruptly opened his eyes.

But what he saw was no longer his bedroom.

In front of him was a room about the size of dozens of tatami mats, with lamps densely surrounding the walls, illuminating the dim room without a single window.

The lampstand was a rather embarrassing design, featuring a voluptuous woman cast in brass, naked and upside down, her hands embedded in the wall, her long legs crossed and raised. A wick was inserted into the center of her round, pert buttocks, where her genitals should be, and the flame seemed to rise from her genitals.

Besides the lampstand, the walls were covered with all sorts of dazzling objects, most of which Naga had no idea what they were.

This was the first time he'd had such a dream, and he was somewhat puzzled as to why these unfamiliar objects were appearing in his dream.

However, he quickly lost interest in these things.

In the center of the room was a platform about two meters long and one meter wide, covered with a snow-white sheet, about half a person's height off the ground. At the four corners of the platform were four huge, gleaming black iron shackles, the sturdy steel rings firmly binding a woman's limbs. Even

before seeing her face, just by looking at those long, shapely, and supple legs, he could guess that the woman he had dragged into his dream and devoured was his intended target, Nami.

However, instead of the sexy business suit he had imagined for her interview, Nami wore a very sexy short dress. Her legs, encased in provocatively black fishnet stockings, peeked out from beneath the fiery red dress. Her boots had ridiculously high heels, making her look like she was having a great time at a bar.

Her makeup was heavy and alluring, and her cheeks were flushed with alcohol.

He could smell a strong odor of alcohol. This strange realism excited Naga even more; it seemed his dreaming skills had improved again.

So… where to begin? He circled the girl strapped to the platform, deciding to touch those alluring legs first.

The feel of the fishnet stockings was actually quite different from silk stockings, feeling rough and bumpy, but the skin directly exposed through the pores compensated for this… wait. Naga suddenly froze. Why did he still have this realistic tactile sensation in his dream?

In his previous dreams, he had touched her, but it was ultimately just a vague fantasy generated in his mind. This time was completely different. He felt Nami's body temperature, even the pulsation of the blood in her body.

He lowered his head, bent over, and rested his cheek on Nami's thigh. The sensation of his cheek resting on her elastic skin was real.

"Oh God... thank God." Naga excitedly thanked some god who had suddenly helped him, hurriedly took off his pajamas, took out his still-erect penis, and tentatively reached towards Nami's cheek.

When the glans touched her cheek, a real, tingling sensation appeared, just like it was happening in real life. He also felt Nami's slightly elevated body temperature—like a woman who was truly drunk.

So this ability would become more powerful as his will strengthened. Naga excitedly grasped the base of his penis, letting the glans rub against Nami's bright red lips. When the glans parted her lips, even the sharp pain of the tip touching her teeth felt incredibly real.

He pried open Nami's jaw, slipped his fingers inside, and stirred them on her slippery tongue. Then he switched to his own tongue, enthusiastically licking the inside of the girl's mouth.

The taste of alcohol, like rotten oranges, made Naga somewhat intoxicated. He impatiently climbed onto the platform and lifted his short skirt.

Nami had full hips and plump thighs that rivaled those of mature women. Her bulging mons pubis was encased in lace-up panties, making her look seductive and wanton, completely different from her appearance during her interview earlier that day. There were faint beige stains on the bottom of her panties, and because the white panties were exceptionally transparent, the shape of delicate flower petals could be outlined near the stains.

Pulling back the ribbon, the mysterious valley was fully exposed before Naga's eyes. It was somewhat different from what he had expected. The exposed pubic area had neatly trimmed curly hair, and a dark-colored genitalia with a complex structure incongruous with her age, seemingly due to considerable experience. The clitoris was swollen and protruding like a peanut, and at the base of the soft, pressed-together petals, clear nectar could already be seen flowing.

"Ugh...no...I can't drink anymore...I only found a proper job thanks to you, and I can't be late for my first day..." Naga mumbled incoherently, her body twisting weakly.

"Damn it...so this is the kind of woman who ruined my chances?" Naga was instantly enraged by the whole bunch of things he had painstakingly prepared. He lifted Naga's buttocks onto his thighs, wrapped his arms around her supple waist, and thrust his penis inside.

"Ah... Section Chief... Stop it, not here..." Nami's rosy lips let out a coquettish moan, while her sexy lower body skillfully moved forward, her beautiful folds of flesh wrapping around his penis without providing any resistance, her slippery honey pot easily swallowing the entire penis completely.

This was the long-lost exquisite taste of a smooth female body, and Naga was so moved that he almost shed tears, involuntarily swaying his waist, his taut muscles slapping against Nami's plump thighs, making a rhythmic slapping sound.

Because her limbs were handcuffed, the violated woman's body was arched upwards, a position that clearly made Nami uncomfortable. She shifted her legs, her ankles rattling the chains. She frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, and pouted, "You took advantage of me being drunk and brought me to an SM hotel again... How annoying... You know I don't like being tied up."

Although Nami said this, she noticed that her sensitive flesh, which was wrapped around his penis, tightened noticeably when she felt handcuffed, and even more lubrication flowed onto Naga's pubic hair.

"Ah! Ahh... Section Chief, you're so powerful today... Ahh, you... you took drugs again, didn't you? I told you that stuff is bad for your health, don't take too much, ahh... too much..."

It seemed that this girl named Nami was probably the mistress of one of the section chiefs at the company she was applying for a job with today. Naga's resentment towards her deepened, and he squeezed her plump buttocks hard, pulling them to thrust with maximum force.

Nami's face flushed even redder, her breathing became rapid and wanton, and the tender flesh of her vulva began to tighten. The inside of her not-so-tight vagina became excessively slippery due to the large amount of vaginal fluid flowing out, and several times Naga's penis accidentally slid to the area above her anus.

"Ugh..." The urge to ejaculate began to build up strongly. Naga pulled down Nami's bra strap, revealing that there was no bra in the way. He grasped the tops of her fleshy breasts with both hands, squeezed them tightly, and began his final thrust.

"Mmm... Section Chief, be gentle... You're hurting me..." Nami began to try to open her eyes, her black mascara-coated hood trembling as she lifted them upwards.

Nami's vision hadn't fully recovered, but her mind was much clearer. She angrily pressed her thighs together, clamping Naga's body between them, and muttered, "Hey...you...you didn't wear a condom. I didn't take any pills either, so don't get it inside..."

Naga wasn't worried about whether an annoying woman would get pregnant in his dream. He panted heavily and roughly rubbed Nami's nipples. The nipples were a slightly dark purple, quite different from the pinkish-white ones he'd imagined, but very sensitive. Even with such forceful kneading, they trembled and hardened.

"Ahhh...it's coming!" Reaching his climax, Naga forcefully thrust his penis deeper, experiencing such an intense orgasm for the first time in his dream.

The ejaculated semen easily filled the nearly empty vagina, and the thick, honey-like fluid quickly flowed down her perineum.

Cai Mei moaned and groaned, seemingly having reached orgasm as well. Her face flushed, she twisted and shook her head, "Ugh...you're bullying me! I told you not to ejaculate inside..." Then, her drunken eyes finally opened completely.

Her alcohol-numbed brain took a moment to process the signals her visual system received, before she screamed in terror, shouting, "Who...who are you! Where am I? Help! Someone's raping me! Help!"

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