[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 6

(VII) Meilu hurriedly dressed for her outing, not even bothering with makeup, just threw on a pair of shoes and rushed out.

When she got downstairs, she realized she hadn't put her wallet on. She went back upstairs to get it, and by the time she hailed a taxi, fifty minutes had passed since she'd witnessed the rape.

Ten minutes wasn't enough time to get there. But catching him red-handed was better than letting that vicious criminal go unpunished.

The man had a menacing blue dragon tattooed on his arm; if she wasn't mistaken, it was the same person she'd witnessed before.

In other words, a serial rapist!

This word filled Meilu with fear, but also a sense of excitement. Her past profession wasn't far removed from journalism; for her, this meant income, and more importantly, the satisfaction of her inner curiosity.

Unexpectedly, the taxi encountered a not-so-uncommon traffic jam halfway there. Half an hour later, her car finally joined the slow-moving traffic and entered a clear area. Holding her fully charged phone, she nervously got out of the car, glanced at the dance hall entrance, entered the emergency number, and clutched her phone before stepping inside.

The place was noisy and chaotic; the flashing lights, swaying bodies, and suffocating air almost pushed Meilu out. She steadied herself and headed straight for the narrow staircase at the far end. A

restroom sign hung at the top, and a heavily intoxicated woman staggered down the stairs.

She hesitated for a moment, then quickly went up.

The second floor was much smaller than the first, but not quiet. Except for the restrooms, the entire corridor was lined with cheap hourly rental rooms. Prostitutes smuggled from all over the world made the same sounds; no one cared about being heard, and some even found being heard or seen exciting.

Meilu mustered her courage and headed towards the third floor. There were only three floors; the fourth staircase at the top led to the rooftop.

"Hey, who are you!"

A deep, magnetic voice demanded from the other end of the second floor.

She was so frightened she almost dialed the police. Composing herself, she noticed a tall security guard in the darkness on the other side.

"Ah... I... I heard someone screaming on the rooftop, I wanted to go check it out,"

she stammered, making up a reason that fit her immediate need. Maybe the guard would follow her.

But to her surprise, the guard seemed completely uninterested, or perhaps used to it, and simply turned and disappeared.

She sighed and went up to the rooftop herself, opening the small door.

She opened it a crack, intending to check if the tragedy was unfolding outside. But on the cluttered rooftop, she saw no one.

Strangely, she stepped outside, and then she saw the naked, murdered girl lying on the ground in the distance.

A wave of dizziness washed over her; the sight of blood seemed to drain the oxygen from her lungs in an instant.

She took out her phone; the sharp, digital display showed exactly one hour later.

(8) Meilu didn't call the police, nor did she tell anyone at the dance hall.

Half flustered, half excited, she returned home. That telescope could truly spy on events up to an hour later.

Whatever it showed, it must have its use.

She bought another box of instant noodles, dug out her dusty camera, and eagerly awaited the next event, to appear before her eyes through the telescope.

Perhaps, this was the real "telescope."

Even if she could only see such lewd scenes, if it happened like that writer's last time, and she took photos, whether sent to the writer or published in a newspaper, it would be a fortune.

More importantly, witnessing these scenes would give her a deep sense of pleasure and satisfaction; masturbating in front of such images was even more intense and prolonged than the most powerful orgasms her boyfriend had ever given her.

In the following days, the telescope remained dark again, as if it had run out of power and needed recharging.

This time, Meilu wasn't anxious. She knew that one day, the images unseen by others would reappear on the other side of that mysterious lens.

She spent some money on a regular pair of binoculars, watching the lives of ordinary people in the opposite building to pass the time while waiting. However, simply spying was enough to give her a certain amount of excitement to while away the long hours.

The next opportunity made the wait worthwhile.

This time, she saw a female celebrity who was always pure and lovely on camera, like a female dog, crawling between the legs of an obese man, using every orifice on her body to extract his semen.

Meilu seemed to have seen that man on television, but she couldn't quite remember who he was.

This spying gave her a near-ultimate orgasm; by the end, even the stool she was sitting on was half-soaked.

The only drawback was that she couldn't confirm the location in the footage; otherwise, just taking a picture, even just a shot of someone entering or leaving a hotel, could earn her a considerable living.

Fortunately, the next opportunity came soon.

The protagonist this time was a young politician who was making a name for himself in the political arena. The woman, Rumi, was someone she didn't recognize, but was almost flawless in both gentleness and beauty.

She was familiar with the location; it was in that upscale residential area about half an hour's drive away.

Having just recovered from the intense exhaustion, Rumi grabbed her camera and rushed out.

An hour and forty minutes later, in a dark corner, she pressed the shutter with satisfaction. The man, adjusting his tie and leaving with a languid expression of contentment, was completely unaware that he was being captured in the gleaming lens…

Perhaps, a brand new paradise had opened for her… Rumi sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the snow-white lens of the telescope, letting out a satisfied sigh.

(VIII) Life gradually returned to normal, and Rumi's face once again glowed with youthful radiance.

Secret income and secret happiness nourished her body and mind, bringing her back to the radiant appearance of her passionate love affair. Although she couldn't share that sense of accomplishment with others, this small problem became insignificant when she saw photos that only she could take appear in newspapers and magazines.

Thus, she almost forgot about the first burly man she had seen. The man with the blue dragon tattooed on his arm, fierce and cruel.

So when she first saw the familiar room through the binoculars, she was genuinely puzzled.

The room in the picture was her apartment building, and very close to her own apartment.

The main character inside was the high school girl next door, the girl who, for some reason, lived alone there.

When she first saw her, the girl was wearing headphones, listening to music, and engrossed in reading a magazine about idols, *an.an*.

Suddenly, the high school girl turned her head towards the door, her face showing impatience at being repeatedly disturbed. She ripped off her headphones, stormed to the door, neither looking through the peephole nor locking the door chain, muttered something, and slammed the door wide open.

Immediately, fear and surprise flashed across her youthful face, as if the person standing opposite her wasn't the one she imagined, but a tall, muscular man almost twice her size.

The man raised his right hand, holding a still-bleeding knife, and swiftly and accurately pressed it against her neck, suppressing her scream that nearly escaped her lips.

This time, the man seemed extremely agitated. He slapped the girl onto the bed, tore her panties to shreds, haphazardly lifted her skirt to her waist, pressed the knife against her neck, and forced his enormous penis directly into the girl's tender vagina. It

wasn't the girl's first time, but such a huge penis still caused her excruciating, tearing pain, easily seen in her pale, contorted face.

This time, Meilu completely lost the will to continue watching. The rape so close at hand made her acutely aware of the danger.

Call the police? Call the police for protection with such a ridiculous reason? Being laughed at would be a light punishment...

She rummaged around and found a baseball bat. Carefully looking through the peephole to make sure no strangers were around, she called the security office.

The slightly hoarse, deep, magnetic male voice replied that there was nothing unusual.

She hesitated for a moment, gripped the baseball bat, went out, and walked to the door of the next room. Hesitantly, she knocked.

There was no response. She knocked harder, and finally, an impatient reply came from inside.

The door opened a crack, and the high school girl looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if she were a lunatic.

"Um... excuse me, when you came, did you notice any strange or dangerous people?"

"No."

The door slammed shut after the curt answer.

A chill ran down her spine. Meilu gripped the baseball bat tightly and walked back and forth in the corridor, checking even the storage room at the far end, but still found no one.

She returned to the room and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. The man in the video, tired of the initial position, had the girl lie face down on the bed while he stood by the window, thrusting rapidly. The girl's clothes were torn to shreds, leaving only a tattered skirt hanging down her slender white waist, swaying back and forth.

"Damn it..."

Meilu's heart raced. She went to the high school student's door again and knocked forcefully.

This time, the door opened with a whoosh. The girl glared at her angrily and shouted, "What do you want? Tell me!"

Meilu hesitated for a moment, then asked with a forced smile, "Excuse me, have you seen anyone suspicious?"

"...Yes."

She immediately pressed, "Who? Where?"

The girl glanced at her and said, "You, here."

Then, the harsh sound of the door slamming shut echoed.

After aimlessly searching both floors, Meilu almost felt cheated. Back home, she looked through the binoculars again. This time, the man in the video had finished his lust and was wiping the blood from his knife with the girl's underwear.

The blood, coming from the high school girl's neck, gushed out like a red fountain, unstoppable.

"Oh my god..."

Meilu clutched her face tightly, rushed out the door, and pounded on the high school girl's door.

"What do you want?!"

The high school student's shout rang out before the door even opened.

Facing the furious face that appeared after the door opened, she pleaded, "Be careful! Be careful of this big man! He has a dragon in his hand, you absolutely mustn't open the door for him! It's dangerous... really dangerous..."

Before she could finish speaking, the angry high school student slammed the door shut.

It seemed she really was being treated like a lunatic... Had the telescope malfunctioned this time? Meilu reluctantly returned to her own door, opened it...

the door... unlocked!

As she realized this, a terrifying hand, tattooed with a blue dragon, reached out from inside and grabbed her neck!

A cold blade pressed against her throat, and a deep, magnetic male voice, slightly hoarse, whispered in her ear: "How did you know I'd come looking for that chick?"

(IX) This was a question from the Grim Reaper, requiring no answer.

At that moment, Rumi realized that a massive scythe was hanging over her head. She gripped the man's arm tightly with both hands, trying to get enough air to scream out. If

struggling or not struggling would both result in death, she had to at least fight for her life.

But unexpectedly, a sharp pain immediately shot through the middle of her neck, and a chilling coldness instantly spread throughout her mind. Her eyes widened, trying to look at her neck, but she could only see the spurting blood splattered on the blue dragon tattoo on the man's arm.

After slicing through Rumi's throat, the burly man swiftly dragged her completely limp body into the house and threw her onto the bed.

Her legs, convulsing with pain, had lost all strength to resist, and he effortlessly pulled the last pair of underwear from under her skirt. As if intoxicated by the eerie sensuality of slowly approaching death, his penis began to erect, protruding from his unzipped pants.

The woman's body, deprived of air, quickly convulsed in pain, and he reached his peak of excitement at that moment. He covered Meilu's wound with his hand, hoping to prolong her life a little longer. He had no interest in the corpse. Then, his massive penis pressed against her genitals, completely soaked with urine, and began to thrust inside.

Meilu was completely oblivious to the sensations in her lower body. She felt cold all over, as if her lungs were about to explode. She was breathing heavily, yet she couldn't feel the air at all. Her body began to sway as the man's thick penis moved in and out of her painfully contracted vagina.

But she didn't care. She was only staring intently at the binoculars beside the bed. The binoculars had somehow turned around, their dark lens pointing directly at her raped body, like a giant eye, coldly watching.

"Heh..."

A breath, a sound that was hard to tell if it was mockery or a sigh, escaped from her slit throat, drawing out more blood.

Meilu's pupils slowly dilated; she could see nothing anymore...

Sensing her soft, naked body gradually stiffen, her previously tightening vaginal cavity suddenly relaxed. The man, still unsatisfied, pulled out his erect penis, cursed something, and turned to leave.

He knocked on the door of the high school girl next door, and an annoyed shout came from inside.

"What do you want! Aren't you annoying me?!"

Then, the gates to hell opened wide...

In the quiet room, faint groans of pain echoed from next door. Meilu, slowly growing cold, stared unfocused at the telescope, its barrel pointed directly at her.

But no one knew what she could still see now.

【[pos]Yinqi Chao Zhi Yu Nan】

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The methods of transformation have been innovated many times over the years.

It's believed that any young person with a penchant for fantasy has had various dreams, in which they are either omnipotent or capable of soaring through the heavens and diving into the earth, always surrounded by beautiful women who are captivated by them.

Some men secretly conjure up bizarre fantasies, in which they can do all sorts of terrifying yet exhilarating things to those beautiful, unattainable beauties.

In fact, what many don't know is that sometimes, those wondrous and erotic fantasies are the gateway to a world of debauchery.

Whenever that gateway opens, those who are hopelessly addicted will enter this wondrous and decadent world.

Look outside the gate, at that man who is enthusiastically watching the octopus. He probably doesn't know that the octopus god of this debauched world not only likes predicting football scores, but also quite likes Kafka.

(I) Mizuhara Taichi likes octopuses. And his liking is somewhat incurable.

It wasn't that no one had asked him why he liked those soft, strange things, and he always answered the same way.

"Look at that soft body, look at that clever mimicry, and look at those big eyes. Don't you think such a beautiful creature is simply a work of art from the ocean?"

But in reality, his liking for octopuses was solely for a reason he couldn't let girls know.

It was those eight soft, flexible tentacles covered in suckers.

Every week, Taiichi would spend three nights closing his eyes and fantasizing about the naked bodies of beautiful girls, imagining that octopus tentacles were attached to his back, binding his breasts and buttocks, using their slippery tips to pry open their soft flesh and penetrate their uteruses. In this fantasy, he could use his hands to achieve orgasm.

So when Taiichi woke up at noon that day and suddenly found something growing on his back, like several extra hands with a delicate, controllable feel, and when he reached behind him and found eight long, soft octopus tentacles, he was only surprised for a few seconds.

(II) God must have heard my wish! Taiichi quickly became excited. The tentacles obviously needed an adjustment period, so he swiftly locked the bedroom door to prevent his older and younger sisters from seeing him in this terrifying state, giving himself ample time to get used to his eight new companions.

Holding a teacup…okay!

Writing…a little crooked, but generally okay!

Alright, the most crucial part has arrived. Taiichi stared intently at the ball of blankets on his bed, then swiftly reached out with his tentacles…

“bingo!”

he exclaimed excitedly. The octopus tentacles, which could change length and thickness at will, tightly bound the blanket in the middle. The gripping force was enough to ensure that even a black belt in karate would be obediently bound. He stroked the blankets with the tentacles, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

The next question would test parts of his brain other than his motor skills: how to take these eight things out?

They weren't high-tech, detachable devices; they were actually attached to Taiichi's body.

He thought for a moment, found a backpack, cut a hole in the back, then gritted his teeth and cut a similar hole in the back of his shirt. He slung the backpack over his shoulder, and his soft wrists, instinctively fond of burrowing, happily crumpled inside.

"Great..." An excited smile spread across Tai's face, as if the naked bodies of beautiful girls were already floating before his eyes.

He touched his bulging crotch, put on his baseball cap, hurriedly told his family, and went out.

(III) Eager to experiment, Tai quickly found a love hotel, booked a room, dialed the phone number printed on the promotional tissue, and began waiting for his first prey to come to him.

He took a shower, hid his tentacles in his loose bathrobe, tied the straps, and looked at himself in the mirror with some pride. He, who had always been unpopular with girls, finally had a way to conquer women. The application of these powerful eight arms on the escort girl brought him an even stronger anticipation than ejaculation.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered a very serious problem.

His face.

If the girl saw him like that, he would definitely be exposed unless he killed her. He only remembered to be careful not to be photographed in the hotel lobby, but forgot that the girl he planned to rape was not blind.

While he was agonizing over his appearance in the mirror, he suddenly noticed that his facial features were slowly changing, like an octopus mimicking itself. His appearance quickly transformed into that of a different person, looking about thirty years old, with a mustache. Even Taiichi himself couldn't believe that the person in the mirror was really himself.

"As expected... an octopus is better."

He looked at his brand-new face, held onto the edge of the mirror, looked down at the sink, and chuckled.

(IV) After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a warm and energetic voice rang out with a knock on the door, "Mizuhara-nii, China is here."

Uh... these days, it's rare to find girls who are so dedicated to playing the role of a lover for several hours in compensated dating. Most of them just come in, take a shower, go to bed, spread their legs, lie there like a dead fish, and then leave after getting paid.

"Huh? Mizuhara-nii-san's finished washing? Really... China was just about to scrub your back."

The lively girl, who practically leaped into the room, naturally nestled into his arms.

She was petite, but had a very cute face. Although her chest wasn't quite full, her shapely, straight legs peeking out from under her sailor uniform immediately caught Taiichi's eye. Her black stockings just went past her knees, perfectly revealing a section of her fair thigh beneath her short skirt.

"She's definitely worth almost three times the price," Taiichi thought to himself. While slightly less attractive than her younger sister, Mizuhara Masami, she was far more beautiful than her older sister's plain features

. Because they spent so much time together, Taiichi would compare any woman he saw to his sisters.

Even more subtly, this cute girl undeniably exuded a younger sister vibe, which perfectly targeted his weakness.

Just thinking about how he could soon ravage this petite girl made his penis throb with erection.

"How about we make love while wearing sailor uniforms?"

Chika made a cute face, deliberately pulling up her stockings in the bathroom before asking him.

"Uh... yeah."

He nodded. The sailor uniform was indeed very cute, and just seeing it made his tentacles on his back itch with desire.

"Then I'll wear this out after my shower, okay?"

Oblivious to the dangerous aura, Chika hummed a pop song as she slipped into the bathroom, not forgetting to turn back and say with a grin, "Hey, do you want my underwear, bro?"

He froze, his face turning slightly red, and stammered, "No... no, yes, yes."

Chika chuckled, bent her legs, pulled down her underwear, twirled it on her fingers a couple of times, and tossed it to him, "Then remember to give me extra pocket money when you leave, bro."

But by then, Tai was already immersed in the warm, girlish underwear and had no intention of answering.

Chika gave him a satisfied look as she watched him get ripped off, then slipped into the bathroom.

(5) "Wanting this in the middle of the day? This customer is really lecherous."

China smiled as she looked at her naked body in the mirror and turned on the shower.

Although she called it a bath, China only quickly rinsed her body. However, she meticulously lathered her genitals, underarms, breasts, and buttocks with shower gel, giving them a thorough scrubbing.

This way, if a customer had a habit of kissing her, she wouldn't feel embarrassed. Because she was quite cute, and her private parts were a beautiful pink, with her pubic hair carefully trimmed, customers often performed oral sex on her. This greatly pleased her sensitive body, and coupled with the lure of money, it made her happily act as a "short-term lover" for various men behind her boyfriend's back. That customer named Mizuhara seemed a bit dim-witted; he might even be a virgin. She definitely needed to tease him properly.

China grabbed a towel and slowly dried herself, deliberately leaving a little dampness between her legs.

Men, after all, like to see cute girls getting wet in front of them. She stuck out her tongue at the mirror and began to put on the sailor uniform she had bought online.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through getting dressed, she saw a swaying shadow outside the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

She chuckled twice and said in a coquettish tone, "Mizuhara-nii, you're not allowed to peek, okay? And you're not allowed to come in."

Although she said no, she made no intention of locking the door.

This was a hotel with a jacuzzi, after all, and she had long wanted to try what it felt like to make love in there.

So, the door clicked open.

(VI) Chika had seen many men rush into the bathroom in a great hurry, some completely naked, some half-naked, and some fully dressed but unable to resist coming in.

But she had never seen anything like it, where what came in through the crack in the door was not a human body, but several octopus tentacles with bared teeth and claws!

The door was fully open, and Taiichi, whose eyes were already red with excitement, stood naked outside the door, eight tentacles flying towards the terrified Chika.

"Ah—wooo..."

Just as she was about to scream, the first tentacle tightly wrapped around her neck, constricting her slender neck to the point where she could barely breathe. A terrified moan escaped her throat. Then, the tip of the tentacle, now fully wrapped, was shoved into her mouth without hesitation, silencing all sound with muffled whimpers. "Ugh... ugh... mmm..."

The wriggling, soft tip squeezed into her mouth with a squelching sound, like an erect but not hard penis, forcing her to serve it with her lips and tongue. The suckers on the tentacle gripped her tongue tightly, sucking on it roughly like a rough man forcefully sucking on the tip of her tongue.

With a groan, glistening saliva was squeezed from the corner of her lips, flowing down her chin and dripping onto her fair, soft chest.

Two fleshy arms quickly took over, one on each side, wrapping around the base of her breasts. The curved tips swayed and tapped against China's nipples, then the suction cup at the tip bit down like a mouth, sucking in the entire areola, instantly stretching her small, round breasts into a cone shape.

China struggled desperately with her hands and feet, but they were quickly tightened by the octopus arms, pulled apart in four directions, and lifted into the air.

"Waaah...waaah..."

China, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out, becoming like a puppet suspended in the air.

"Huff...huff..."

Taiichi stared intently at China's breasts, deformed by the suction, and went into the bathroom. The sensitive tactile feedback from the suction cups transmitted the changes in her nipples, and he laughed breathlessly, "Even though you're crying from fright, your nipples are still hard. What a lewd girl."

"Ugh..." China

let out a muffled moan, trying to shake her head forcefully.

The suckers began to freely savor the tender nipples, while the tentacles coiled around the base of the breasts began to rub around like a conveyor belt. The slimy, soft texture of the mollusc sent shivers down China's spine, but the playful manipulation of her nipples and the squeezing of her breasts still caused her sensitive body to react honestly. The

remaining tentacle, like a shark smelling blood, swayed and crawled up China's straight legs. When the sucker crawled over her inner thighs, her sensitive skin couldn't help but tense up.

The tip of the tentacle was an organ resembling a snake's head, with a sucker slightly larger than the stem on the inside. The snake's head swayed and pressed against China's labia, trying to pry them apart.

"I never expected it could have such a color."

After her labia were parted, the tentacles controlling China's limbs positioned her in a lewd pose, suspending her in front of Taiichi. He looked at the fleshy pink, sticky secret place, exclaimed in admiration, and stretched out his finger.

The tender flesh at the center of the petals was incredibly soft, covered with a sticky, thin fluid similar in texture to the surface of the tentacles. He gently pushed it in, and the vaginal opening, as if alive, tightly wrapped around him.

"Uh...it's so tight."

Tai's eyes began to light up, and his middle finger tried to probe deeper. Inside the winding, narrow, and moist passage, everything he could reach was covered in slippery love fluid, and he could clearly hear a squelching sound as his finger dug inside.

"How about...something thicker?"

Hearing China's long, nasal sounds as she was being dug in, Tai chuckled excitedly, and his free tentacle once again slipped between China 's thighs.

"Ugh—"

Sensing the snake-like tip squeezing into the much narrower crevice, China's face turned pale with fright, and she desperately tried to squeeze her legs together.

Tai snorted; this absolute advantage in strength brought him immense satisfaction. He moved the tentacle wrapped around China's ankles upwards, forcefully prying her knees apart.

The spread thighs pulled apart the muscles at the base of her legs, forcing her labia to part helplessly, completely exposing her wet vulva. You could even see the tiny urethral opening not far above and the soft clitoris a little higher.

"Hmm... there's even hair growing on her anus, she must be a slutty woman,"

Taiichi muttered, his fingers beginning to play with China's tightly closed anus. Even AV actresses showed pain when penetrated; he had long fantasized about trying it on some woman.

While her anus was being played with, the tip of the tentacle had already successfully squeezed into the most difficult part, stretching the delicate vaginal opening to an unbearable size. The soft tendrils, even larger than the largest penis, wriggled and pushed inward. Rows of suction cups stimulated the sensitive flesh inside the vagina, until they pressed tightly against the slightly swollen G-spot on the anterior vaginal wall.

This discovery filled Taiichi with ecstasy. The video he had once seen, where a woman could cry with just a finger, flashed through his mind. He controlled the suckers on the tentacles and began sucking on China's vagina without hesitation.

China's eyes were filled with tears. She suddenly threw her head back, and a mournful cry of unwillingness escaped from her mouth, which was being ravaged by the tentacles. It was the instinctive resonance of a sensitive female body to intense pleasure.

"You're already hard from pleasure with just this? What about adding this?"

Taiichi chuckled, pulling the tentacle out of China's mouth. The saliva-covered tentacle waved twice in the air before slithering towards the girl's inexperienced anus like a snake.

"Ahhh...no...not there...ah—"

Ignoring China's pleas, the powerful yet flexible tentacle squeezed into the narrow opening without hesitation. Its ability to enter even the narrowest gaps was perfectly utilized. The slender tip of the tentacle crawled into the sphincter like a worm, then swelled up inside. The greedy suckers began to feast on every inch of the intestinal mucosa.

"No...it hurts so much...sob..."

The intense stimulation of having her breasts, vagina, and anus simultaneously manipulated gave China an unprecedented experience amidst her fear. Although her vagina and anus felt almost torn apart, the continuous pleasure mixed with the tingling sensation in her rectum and the unbearable urge to defecate numbed her brain.

Taiichi preferred the muffled moans, the cries of anguish muffled by her mouth, aided only by nasal sounds, to clear, melodious moans. He continued his actions, then sat in the jacuzzi, lifting China's petite body in front of him, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her forcefully.

This was Taiichi's first kiss with a girl. He clumsily licked China's lips, unable to find a way to penetrate her tightly closed lips.

He soon discovered that whenever his tentacles moved around China's genitals, her mouth would close even tighter, she would emit cute, kitten-like nasal sounds, her face would grow increasingly red, and her nipples, tormented by the suction cups, would harden further.

“Looks like she’s about to climax…”

Taiichi licked his lips, making the tentacles ravage her even more forcefully and quickly.

“Mmm…no…no…if you touch there again…”

China finally couldn’t help but speak, her tightly furrowed brows almost knitted together, her round buttocks straining inward as if she were holding back a bowel movement.

The flesh walls surrounding the tentacles seemed to thicken, the surrounding pressure increased, and her wet vulva began to drip glistening love fluid.

Suddenly, both tentacles thrust inward at the same time, as if trying to kiss each other through that layer of muscle, the tingling sensation spreading from her uterus to her whole body contracted instantly, and then exploded violently.

“Ahhhhh—I…I’m coming—”

Completely forgetting that she was being raped by a monster, a dreamy expression appeared on China’s face, and she reached orgasm with her eyes tightly closed.

(VII) Even when Taiichi left, China was still sitting motionless on the bathroom floor, leaning against the bathtub, as if she was still immersed in an incredible pleasure.

At the moment of China's climax, Taiichi suddenly lost his desire. His penis went limp, and all the tentacles no longer wanted to do anything to the beautiful girl.

So he left. Of course, he didn't pay.

After all, it was she who enjoyed it.

Although he didn't ejaculate, Taiichi still felt extremely satisfied. Every tentacle had felt pleasure from the play just now, and all the pleasure mixed together made him feel light as a feather. What made him feel even more comfortable was the completely conquered look that China had just shown.

Making a woman climax to the point of crying is probably a dream that many men are obsessed with but find difficult to achieve.

After eating some sashimi at a small restaurant, Taiichi, having filled his stomach, began to plan his next target.

This time, he must also reach an orgasm, he thought firmly, and swept the last piece of sashimi into his mouth.

Now, he was like an animal in heat, his mind filled only with the most primal desires.

And this time, his target was his junior, Ayaka.

(8) Compared to singers and actors who are only seen on TV and never actually touched, beautiful women who are always present and, if lucky, you can even exchange a few words with are often more attractive to men.

Ayaka is such a beautiful woman next to Taiichi.

She is the dream girl of almost every boy in Taiichi's junior high school. When he masturbates, he fantasizes about her naked body once every three or four times, while other boys fantasize even more often.

But it's just a fantasy. Ayaka has never interacted with any boys, and she rarely even speaks to the male classmates in her class.

Actually, Ayaka is not Taiichi's type. She is tall and athletic, with a full bust and a round, perky bottom. Her naturally curly hair, which looks mature, is always casually draped over her back, making her look like a charming gypsy woman.

Her fully developed and beautiful body always gives people a "mature" feeling, especially among junior high school girls whose figures are generally not yet fully mature, which seems a little out of place. But she is undoubtedly very eye-catching.

So, although Taiichi had no intention of pursuing her, being able to satisfy his desires on such a captivating body was naturally his dream.

He had even followed Ayaka twice, the only thing he gained being her address.

For some reason, Ayaka, at her age, rented an apartment alone in a high-end building, leading to rumors that she was being kept by a wealthy man.

Living alone was also one of the reasons Taiichi chose her as his target.

Before he was certain he possessed the regenerative abilities of an octopus, he didn't intend to appear in any dangerous places. He

couldn't just swagger in through the guarded main entrance; he had to find another way.

Taiichi circled the apartment building twice, choosing the alleyway formed by it and another building. He mentally confirmed the location of Ayaka's apartment, took off his backpack, and attached eight octopus tentacles to the wall, beginning to pull his body upwards.

He thought for a moment, then conjured a fierce and menacing expression on his face.

All that was left was to pray that Ayaka would be home alone this weekend afternoon.

(9) After carefully checking for any extra pedestrians downstairs, Taiichi clung tightly to the wall, like a gecko, and climbed onto Ayaka's balcony.

Although the balcony window was tightly shut, the suction cups adhered to the glass and slid open with a gentle pull.

At the thirteenth floor, probably no one would be so cautious as to guard against someone entering through a window.

Not daring to make a sound, Taiichi carefully reached the outside of the room. The curtains were drawn, but because there were no tall buildings directly opposite, they weren't completely closed, leaving a gap enough for Taiichi to see clearly what was happening inside.

His prayers had been half answered.

Ayaka was home, but unfortunately, she wasn't alone.

On the bright red carpet, two girls sat side by side, watching some variety show on TV. One of them was Ayaka, but the other didn't seem to be a student at their school.

Because if she were a student at this school, she wouldn't be any less famous than Ayaka.

She and Ayaka were completely different types of beauties. She looked intellectual and gentle, with a slender and well-proportioned figure. Like Ayaka, she was only wearing a bathrobe, and both of their underwear were faintly visible underneath, with their rosy nipples almost clearly outlined.

"Ayaka..."

the girl said in a very affectionate and coquettish tone, "They're so boring, let's not look anymore, okay?"

Ayaka's face showed a slightly ambiguous and lewd expression. She smiled and put her arm around the girl's shoulder, acting completely different from her usual self at school. "What, are you thinking of doing something lewd again?"

"I... I didn't say that."

The girl turned her face away, but a cute blush rose on her cheeks.

"No?"

Ayaka deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her slender fingers playing the piano as she slid inside the girl's collar. Through the semi-transparent fabric of the nightgown, her hand could be clearly seen climbing up the girl's breast, skillfully pinching the nipple. "But yours is clearly hard."

"Ugh, Ayaka always teases me..."

She pretended to push Ayaka away, but Ayaka instead embraced her tightly. The two charming girls fell onto the carpet together, their faces drawing closer and closer until they kissed like lovers.

Between their intertwined lips, two smooth tongues could be clearly seen entwining and inseparable.

Seeing two women caressing each other for the first time outside of a computer screen, Taiichi became excited and temporarily abandoned his intention to go in, quietly spying.

Completely oblivious to the fact that someone was watching, the two girls quickly removed their clothes as their bodies rubbed against each other, their naked, smooth flesh intertwined like two rubbing snakes.

"Momo, you're getting wet faster and faster..."

Ayaka inserted her long legs between the girl called Momo's legs, her knees pressing against the outside of her vulva, rubbing carefully.

Taiichi noticed that the only thing about this mature and sexy Ayaka that still looked like a middle school student was her smooth mons pubis.

That definitely wasn't the result of shaving, because Momo's pubic hair was completely shaved, and the faint bluish roots of the hairs were visible on her full mons pubis. Ayaka, on the other hand, definitely didn't have any hair, and the skin around her pubic area was very white, blending into the white triangle left by her bikini.

The two girls' skin tones created a strange contrast. Ayaka's entire body, except for the bikini area, was tanned a uniform light honey color, making her look irresistibly tempting, while the bikini area was dazzlingly white, a Western skin tone like milk. It was as if she had foreign ancestry.

Momo, on the other hand, was uniformly pink all over, her white skin with a rosy glow seeming like it could drip water if pinched, truly like a ripe peach. Although her breasts and buttocks hadn't fully developed, she was already a beautiful Eastern girl.

The two girls, while caressing each other, brought their lower bodies together, their equally smooth and hairless pubic areas pressed tightly together, their four legs crossed and intertwined, forming a head-to-toe position. Ayaka held Momo's soft, white feet, ecstatically sucking on each toe. Momo pressed her pink lips against Ayaka's soles, gently tracing the edges with her tongue. Their closely pressed female genitals began to rub against each other rhythmically.

Taiichi stared intently at the point where the two girls' genitals were joined, watching the peach-juice-like liquid secreting from there, smearing it on their excited, engorged vulvas. He simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Such beautiful women indulging in same-sex love was nothing short of a desecration of humanity's sacred reproductive instinct.

"Let them know what it means to be a woman."

Taiichi revealed a fierce glint in his eyes, brandishing the tentacles on his back, silently opening the sliding door with his suction cups, and went inside.

(10) "Ugh... Huh? You... Who are you!"

Ayaka's face was turned towards the balcony, so she noticed Taiichi entering first.

"How did you get in... Ah! Ahh—what's that!"

Momo scrambled to her feet in a panic, but before she could finish her question, she saw the ferocious-looking man in front of her... and eight menacing tentacles behind him!

Covered in suckers like an octopus, but with glans-shaped protrusions at the front, this monster immediately made the timid Momo's legs go weak.

Taiichi stepped forward, his eyes darting back and forth between the two beautiful naked bodies, a lewd laugh escaping his lips. "Two bitches in heat, so lonely you need to comfort each other? How about I rescue you?"

"Get away! Monster!"

Ayaka yelled, pulling Momo behind her and grabbing a water glass, throwing it at him.

A nimble tentacle caught the glass in mid-air, while another tentacle turned up the TV volume to drown out the two girls' screams.

Ayaka shoved Momo towards the door, assuming a karate stance. "Momo, run!"

Momo stumbled towards the door, reaching the entryway before realizing she was naked, and hesitated.

In that instant, Taiichi's tentacles tossed Ayaka onto the sofa and flew towards her.

"Ah! Help!"

she screamed, reaching for the doorknob. Just before her fingers touched it, a tremendous force pulled her backward, lifting her into the air. A

disgusting wriggling sensation gripped her waist. Looking down, she saw the colorful tentacles wrapped around her waist, soft suckers crawling and writhing around her body.

"Ahhh—"

Fear made her scream, but before the sound could escape her lips, another tentacle lashed out, slapping her face to the side. The burning sensation left Momo completely stunned, tears streaming down her face.

"You bastard! How dare you hit Momo!"

Ayaka shouted angrily, leaping from the sofa towards Taiichi with a powerful kick.

Taiichi, like a cat catching a mouse, was filled with a mischievous urge. His tentacles gripped Momo tightly, shielding her in front of him. Ayaka hastily pulled her leg back in mid-air, the kick losing its footing, causing her to slam heavily to the ground.

Even with the carpet, the impact made her see stars.

"What, seeing me hit her, do you feel sorry for her?"

Taiichi sneered, raising his two tentacles high before slamming them down on Momo's buttocks!

"Ah! Waaah..."

Momo cried loudly, her legs kicking wildly in the air. Whether from fear or the pain, urine gushed down her thighs.

"Taste your lover's pee, it must taste good."

Taiichi lifted Momo above Ayaka's face, letting the pale yellow liquid flow over her.

"Damn it..."

Ayaka grabbed Momo's leg, trying to snatch the girl back.

A tentacle lashed out, and Ayaka, unable to dodge, felt as if she'd been whipped in the groin. She curled up in pain, clutching her injured groin, her whole body trembling.

"Please... don't hit Ayaka..."

Momo cried, pleading for her lover.

"It's not impossible,"

Tai said, holding a tentacle to Momo's mouth. "Suck it properly."

Looking at the ugly tentacle, Momo's face showed a complex expression of fear and apprehension.

Having never even sucked a male organ before, she truly didn't know how to please this monster.

But to Tai, this was a sign the deal was broken. Without hesitation, he lashed Momo's buttocks again with the tentacle, this time with even more force. A clear trail of sucker marks was left on her pinkish-white buttocks, and her entire buttocks looked somewhat swollen.

At the same time, two tentacles flew towards Ayaka, who was still curled up on the ground, wrapped around her ankles, and violently pulled her apart.

"You bastard... don't look..."

Already in a shameful position with her head down and buttocks up, Ayaka still tried her best to protect her genitals with her hands.

"Don't look?"

Taiichi laughed mockingly, and two more tentacles flew over, tearing apart her slender but quite strong wrists from the left and right. Grabbing her limbs, he lifted her up and deliberately brought her in front of him. Her shameful vulva still bore traces of the pleasure she had just experienced. He laughed triumphantly, "You won't let me see, is it because I made you climax just now? Look at your slit, it's so wet."

Xiaotao pleaded sadly, "Please don't torture her... I'll do it, I'll do anything..."

The pleading girl struggled to grasp the tentacle in front of her with both hands in mid-air and, without hesitation, put it in her mouth.

The tip of the tentacle immediately excitedly found her small tongue and firmly sucked it on with its suction cups.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

With her mouth completely stuffed by the thick tentacle, Xiaotao frowned and made painful gagging sounds.

"Very skilled, looks like you often give men oral sex, right?"

Taiichi looked at Ayaka and deliberately provoked her with his words.

"Nonsense! Momo only has me! You filthy man! Die! Die!"

Ayaka screamed wildly in agitation.

This worried Taiichi, who immediately and without hesitation struck her stomach with his tentacles.

"Ugh... you... bastard..."

Ayaka, writhing in pain, couldn't tighten her limbs, only arching her back and groaning in agony.

Deciding on his next move, Taiichi released Ayaka's hands, and withdrew two tentacles, one wrapped around her waist and the other around her neck. Not daring to let Ayaka perform oral sex on the tentacles, he tightened his grip on her neck to prevent her from screaming too loudly.

The four tentacles controlling Momo were much more relaxed. With just one tentacle wrapped around her waist, she completely lost the courage to struggle. While one tentacle was enjoying her mouth, the other two began to caress her entire body with slippery secretions.

"Uh... Momo..."

Ayaka desperately tried to pry open the tentacles wrapped around her neck, but they wouldn't budge. In despair, she could only call out her lover's name, watching helplessly as Momo was wantonly tormented by the ugly octopus tentacles.

Holding them both up to him, Taiichi grabbed their breasts, one in each hand, and commented flippantly, "While Ayaka's are bigger, Momo's are more bouncy."

"Ugh!"

Shame and resentment drove Ayaka to lash out at Taiichi's arm, but he easily dodged it.

The result was a hard punch to her breast from Taiichi.

This punch didn't subdue Ayaka; instead, it fueled her anger.

Taiichi lifted Ayaka further away, snorted, and said, "What I hate most is a woman like you who doesn't know what obedience is."

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