Inside the Cave of Obscenity-Vol 7 Chapter 5: Female Priestess End (Emotionless, Restraint, Extreme Violation)

(But what to do from this situation......)

The goddess Fasalina, who had underestimated the peculiarity of the mutant slime―― that it could only multiply using a woman's womb without the presence of a demon king was thinking about how to escape from the situation while feeling her own naivety.

Now, Fasalina, who was borrowing the body of the priestess Angelica, was embedded in mucus and being violated, just like Akane, who was being violated in another room.

The situation that Fasalina was facing now was not to be described as "violated"―― her elbows and knees were embedded in the flesh floor, and the tentacles that have entered between her wide open legs were only stimulating her pubic area from above her underwear.

The slightly raised floor could be described as a bed of flesh.

The sight of her lying on her back and being looked down upon by the humanoid was enough to humiliate Fasalina.

Fasalina thought it was a meaningless act of insult just for that purpose......

(If I manage to escape now, all I can do is just run away...)

But it was a mass of mucus that even the hero Akane, who shared her power, could not tear apart.

Even though she was a goddess, she was borrowing the body of a human, and it was not possible to escape with the body of a woman who had been deprived of her mana.

The vestments and hair ornaments were still intact, but the clothes were so wet that they stick to her sexy limbs that even Akane envied and rather more boldly decorate her beautiful limbs.

The most eye-catching thing about her was her breasts.

She had beautiful breasts that look as though they were forcibly stuffed with two large fruits.

They were probably as big as, or even bigger than, the small face of Angelica, the original owner of the body.

Perhaps the clasp of her underwear on her back came off when she was kidnapped after being attacked in her sleep, but her breasts looked bigger than when she was traveling with Akane, and they swayed so boldly that Fasalina could almost hear them tapping when she flailed her body to escape.

However, as she lowered her gaze from her ample breasts, she would see a surprisingly thin waist, and further down, a large ass that was not as large as her breasts but was still very womanly. The fleshy lower half of her body.

All of them could be seen through her wet vestments.

Just the fact that the ascetic design was wet and stuck to her body gave those who watched her a kind of excitement as though it was defiling something sacred.

Her beautiful body, which had been hidden from public view until now, became more vivid and obscene when it was exposed and her limbs were restrained.

"Fuu, fuu..."

(Breathing is disordered―― the body's modulation cannot be ignored even if the senses are blocked......)

Her expression was the cool, emotionless expression Akane knew so well, but her breathing was sluggish, her cheeks were red, and her skin was glistening with sweat.

Her body was also trembling in small increments, especially her lower body, which was hidden by her long skirt.

Underneath her skirt, the tentacle continued to stimulate the most sensitive part of her body, and she continued to have terrible spasms.

Her bound legs tense and stretched, repeatedly opening and closing as far as they could, and after a while, it weakened and stopped moving.

After a while, they would relax and stop moving, but within a dozen seconds, they would start twitching again, away from Fasalina's will, and repeat the same spasms.

If Fasalina hadn't cut off her senses, how much pleasure she would have felt―― in that sense, she was doing the right thing.

(I have to think of a way to recover my strength somehow.)

"Fuu... how... long, haah, this, kufuu... meaningless things..."

It didn't seem very meaningless, but then again, if Fasalina could shut off her senses, then maybe the pleasure torture was indeed meaningless.

For that mind.

Her body, however, had given in completely and was still twitching and climaxing in small, shallow spasms.

......The humanoid slime still stood right beside her, embedded in a bed of flesh.

It was the same figure as when it was violating Akane.

There was no change in the exhaustion by ravishing women day after day, night after night, or in the atmosphere of its strength increasing from absorbing the mana from Akane and the women bound in the other room.

It just existed there.

In a way, it made Fasalina feel a kind of fear.

(Really, how long are you going to do this?)

Living things often have some kind of meaning to their actions.

Human beings, wild animals, even plants like flowers and grasses have a certain meaning to their existence in the world.

That was, to live.

In order to live, they eat and they take the lives of other creatures.

That was the reason for the existence of living things. The principle of action.

The goddess Fasalina, as the goddess that created the world, had always felt the workings of such creatures, which was why she could not understand the slime's actions.

She knew why it kidnap women.

To have children.

To increase their number.

To become strong.

But she didn't understand what it was trying to achieve in the end.

What was the point of having more children?

What was the point of becoming strong?

Even if it wanted to rule this land, even if it wanted to become the strongest, then why didn't it take action?

She didn't understand why.

If it took action, she could read some kind of thought from that action, but the humanoid slime just kept looking at Fasalina, who was panting and had a cold expression on her face.

It was as though it was observing.

It stood beside her, looked down, and continued to observe Fasalina as she continued to climax without hesitation.

Fasalina was observing such a being with thoughts that never lost their calmness.

(If it didn't try anything, I'd like to take it out somehow......)

She was attacked and humiliated in her sleep, but it was a small matter for Fasalina.

It was bad for Angelica, the owner of the body, but she was only violated, not killed.

In that sense, she was a goddess, and the meaning of using a woman's body as a vessel was significant.

The fact that she was kidnapped in this way allowed her to find the slime's nest, and if she could escape, she could tell her beloved humans about this place and eradicate it.

Fasalina was being humiliated, but she was thinking about the future, not caring much about the assault that would befall her.

(I have to get out of here somehow and rescue Akane.)

"You can't, haa, absorb my power, can you? You're just restraining me, huh. That doesn't make sense......"

She said the words in a choppy voice.

It was a strange sight to see, as the expression on her face didn't change, but her body continued to climax.

Fasalina seemed to think that she could still resist, but her body seemed to have been completely defeated by the pleasure.

Her body, which have been injected with a large amount of aphrodisiac more than Akane, a hero with a strong body, was just that of a human being, and if Fasalina lost consciousness as a result of something.

Angelica, the original owner of the body, would be overcome with a crazy feeling of pleasure the moment she regained consciousness.

......Was Fasalina aware of that?

(There's still no reaction...)

The humanoid did not react in the slightest when it heard Fasalina's words.

It was as though it was asleep, or like an elaborate puppet, it remained motionless as it watched Fasalina continue to twitch.

Meanwhile, the sound coming from inside Fasalina's skirt changed slightly.

It went from a wet sound, like an animal licking, to a low-pitched sound.

It was a sound that Fasalina did not recognize.

"What, is...?"

When Fasalina wondered, hidden by the skirt of her vestments and unsure of how the tentacle handling her lower body, she trembled so much that she could feel it.

If she lowered her gaze, her lower body, swallowed by the mucus up to her knees, was jerking and twitching.

Her body was climaxing, even though her consciousness was not.

She squirted vigorously from under her skirt, but the spasms in her lower body did not stop.

The low-pitched sound did not lessen its momentum and continued to stimulate Fasalina's private parts.

"W-what is happening...?"

(Kuh. Due to the physical changes, I can't even return my tongue inside...)

Fasalina's face frowned slightly at the thought of her being put to shame as a goddess.

She was angry at the slime for humiliating her in this way.

The humanoid observed the change in her expression as she showed emotion for the first time.

There was nothing that could be called a "face" in the expression that was looking down on her, but she could firmly feel that the humanoid was looking at Fasalina's face.

Or should she say gaze?

She could feel the slightest hint of it.

"Don't...... look down on me......"

After all, even though she was a goddess, being humiliated made her angry.

In that case, the humanoid would simply repeat "it".

It was the same as it had been since the Black Ooze.

If one showed any weaknesses, it would just focus on them.

Without moving a muscle, the humanoid created a new tentacle from the flesh wall.

It was about the same thickness as the tentacle inside her skirt. Producing a low-pitched sound, the same as earlier.

"Vibrating...?"

The new tentacles were so small and quivering at their tips that even Fasalina's eyes could see the afterimage.

There were four such tentacles.

Two of them were going to her beautiful large tits that could be seen even from the top of her neat and thick vestments, and the hard and lumpy nipples could be seen even from the top of her clothes......

And the other two went inside her skirt.

Just like the first one, the two additional tentacles stuck to Fasalina's pubic area and began to focus on one point.

She was wearing pure white underwear that was not flashy but had a neat design that matched her atmosphere.

It was the hard erection of her clitoris, wet and transparent with the slime's aphrodisiac mucus and her own love juices.

A woman's weak spot, only the size of a tiny little pea, but as sensitive as a mass of nerves.

When the two tentacles, which were trembling so much that one could see their afterimages, touched it, Fasalina's lower body convulsed more violently than ever.

"Kuh... stop, doing that... stop... it..."

(I can't speak well. I'm choking on my words......)

It was not as though she was experiencing any pleasure because of her blocked senses, but her words were choking as her body spasmed.

The humiliation of not being able to speak well made Fasalina's face even tenser, and she glared at the humanoid to stop humiliating her.

She was not afraid at all when she glared up at it with teary eyes, but the humanoid observed her as though enjoying the change in her expression.

Of course, it would ignore her words.

The humanoid didn't listen to Fasalina's words from the beginning and just satisfied its own interest.

――The first time it felt Fasalina's presence, it felt a strange discomfort in its thoughts.

It was different from violating a normal woman, but it couldn't figure out what was different.

In order to answer that question, the humanoid continued to humiliate Fasalina.

What was the difference?

Was it the mental power that kept her expression even after injecting her with such a large amount of aphrodisiac, or was it the power that was so powerful that its body collapsed even now that it had acquired a certain amount of divine energy by taking in countless male priests?

It didn't know.

It didn't know, so it humiliate her to try to understand.

Fasalina was wondering why the humanoid was humiliating her and the answer was its curiosity.

It humiliated her because she was not like the other women. Humiliate her. Then violate her.

That was all.

In a sense, because Fasalina was blocking its senses, it was a bad move, as she was being violated in this way.

That interest dissipated a bit by the countless vibrating tentacles.

After all, no matter how calmly she tried to act, a woman would lose that look if she was attacked by pleasure.

If one broke their dignity, humiliated them, and made them climax, their reason would loosen.

The same was true for the beautiful blonde priestess in front of it and the goddess inside her.

No matter how much she blocked her emotions, she couldn't help but feel "anger".

"Kuh, fu...! Haa, haa, haa...... stop, it. This kind of thing is unacceptable......"

(The disordered breathing doesn't stop! Angelica's body is being modulated in a way that even I can't control.)

The goddess, who knew nothing of the pleasures of human flesh, analyzed the situation and desperately called for a stop to protect Angelica and the body she inhabited.

It was a humiliation for the goddess herself to even speak to a monster race, but the slime didn't stop its movements for a moment.

A small, trembling tentacle pressed against her nipple from the top of her vestments, causing her hard erect nipple to sway from side to side in an attempt to escape the stimulation.

Not only the nipple, but also the areola, and the strong vibrations seemed to resonate deep within her nipple.

When it was given from both sides, even the upper part of Angelica's body began to twitch and spasm.

Angelica's voice became even more choked up and her words became choppy.

The blush on her cheeks also increased, and without Fasalina being aware of it, tears spilled from her emotionless eyes, and drool dripped from her open lips.

"Haa, kuh, uu. Something like this. It's meaningless."

(The sensation of my voice growing shorter and shorter. Angelica's body is about to give in......)

While calmly thinking about it, Fasalina put all her strength into her body.

To endure the pleasure. To suppress the incoming big climax as much as possible.

As she blocked her senses, she could ignore the climax.

That was what she thought at first......

"Haa, ha―ha―ha―..."

(Excreting body fluid with the climax, it deprived me of my power―― if I can manage to suppress it...)

Taking short, ragged breathing like a dog, Fasalina glared at the humanoid, who continued to look down on her.

She glared and resisted as though to say that she would not give in yet.

However.

"Kuh."

Fasalina's body twitched loudly and violently, over and over again, and she squirted a huge amount of liquid from under her skirt, as though she had peed herself, and it flew away in a beautiful arc in the air.

For a woman who had probably squirted more than ten times, she was still going strong.

That was how much "divine power" still remained in Fasalina's...... Angelica's body.

Some of the liquid from the goddess flew to the floor farther than the bed of mucus, but most of it fell on the bed.

Then some of the liquid from Fasalina dissolved, turned into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared.

"Haa, haa... this strange smell..."

With her own beautiful breasts in the way, Fasalina couldn't see the sight of the mucus dissolving with her own love juices, but she could smell the foul odor of the smoke that rose from the evaporation.

The humanoid observed the whole process of the bed of mucus it had prepared unraveling, and then grew tentacles from its body, extending them to the liquid from the goddess that flew to the floor.

It was drinking it.

The goddess' love juices.

"Fuu, fuu..."

(Kuh, again.)

There was no sign of it, but Fasalina's seemingly emotionless expression twisted slightly in frustration.

She squirted profusely.

She was aware that the power that had been recovering slightly had been deprived of her body.

The tentacles that extended from the humanoid collapsed after absorbing the goddess's liquid, but the humanoid cut off the disintegrating tentacles halfway without any emotion.

――It was still incomplete.

Even the slightest amount would cause the mucus body to disintegrate.

If that was the case, she would then climax more, release her power more, absorb it bit by bit, and so on, gradually accustoming its body to the power that was disintegrating its body―― the power of the goddess.

For the humanoid, this repetition was an experiment and growth.

And the body of mucus that formed it was inexhaustible.

It could just keep repeating the experiments that were hurting it endlessly, thinking that one day it would be able to endure it.

"Ha...nhh!"

Fasalina slowly checked her surroundings, unable to hide her disordered breathing due to exhaustion.

Of course, there was nothing that she could use.

The temple that was used to worship her in the past.

The things that had been dedicated to her there had deteriorated and been swallowed up by the slime's mucus.

With her limbs restrained, she couldn't even reach out.

(Really, how much longer...)

The small sound of vibration was deafening.

Two hard, lumpy nipples, and one on the lower half of her body, her clitoris.

When a woman's weak points were stimulated by the quivering tentacles, Angelica's body easily climaxed.

The body of the innocent priestess who had been a virgin until a few days ago would not be able to endure an unknown stimulus, in addition, she had been injected with a large amount of aphrodisiac that had been ruining her body from the inside.

While Fasalina was amazed at "how long it would continue", her body climaxed three times and four times, and before she knew it, she stopped closing her mouth.

(It's important to recover my power, but I also need to conserve my stamina......)

The physical exhaustion caused by her spasms from climax was tremendous.

Fasalina was beginning to think about conserving her strength, as she was becoming unable to even speak due to her disordered breathing.

Besides, even if she tried to speak to the humanoid, she would not receive a response.

Then, she thought, it would be more efficient to direct her words at the blonde mage who was not here at the moment.

"Fuu, kuh... ahh..."

Even though.

"Haa, ah... nhh..."

(My voice came out by itself. I can't shut my mouth......)

Angelica's body, injected with more aphrodisiac than humanly possible, easily opened her mouth and her breathing disrupt once she started to feel it.

It made it difficult for her to even conserve her strength.

While she was thinking about that, the beautiful body of the goddess spasmed loudly again.

Although Fasalina could not sense it because her senses were blocked, underneath her skirt, three vibrating tentacles were tormenting her clitoris, which had grown to the point of slightly lifting her pure white underwear, from three different directions, pressing it, rolling it up, and down, left and right, and sometimes pulling it in dexterous coordination.

In a short period of time, her clitoris, which was smaller than the tip of a pinky finger, had swollen to the size of an adzuki bean and become bright red and bloodshot, and her pure white underwear had become so wet and transparent with the tentacle's mucus and her own love juices that it could do nothing to fulfill its role.

"Fu, fu..."

(Again, it's coming...)

When Fasalina got ready, Angelica's body went wild like a broken toy.

It was the biggest climax she ever had.

Her bound arms and legs flailed as though they were about to break, her hips moved up and down repeatedly, and the spurts of liquid splashed into the air.

The liquid was poisonous to the humanoid, but the sight of the mucus disappearing in a cloud of white smoke from where the liquid had flown was quite funny.

Anyone would be bewildered to see a liquid dissolving their own body fluids.

But Fasalina, whose vision was obscured by violent climax convulsions, couldn't see the sight of the dissolving mucus with her own fluids, so she waited for the convulsions to subside and tried to calm her breathing.

(Also, my power...)

It was empty.

However, the vibrating tentacles did not stop their movements and continued to violate Angelica's limbs.

Once she climaxed, the spasms didn't stop, and Fasalina let out a sigh as she felt the moment her body was about to reach another climax soon.

(With this, I wouldn't be able to escape for a long time.)

"Fuu... ah, fuu...!"

As more vibrating tentacles continued to torment Fasalina's nipples and clitoris, an unfamiliar whirring sound could be heard.

(Again, a different tentacle.)

When Fasalina looked over, she saw that the humanoid had created a new tentacle from its body...... a strange circular round thing on the end of it.

It was a strange lewd tool.

The round shape was like that of a small water wheel.

However, unlike a water wheel, it had no part to receive water, but the outer edge of the round part was moving in slightly.

As she looked closely, she could see tentacles growing all over its surface.

Each one was small and short.

However, the dozens, or even hundreds, of densely growing tentacles move separately from the waterwheel.

"W-what, is that...?"

Of course, there was no reply to Fasalina's question.

The wriggling tentacles on the outer edge of the small waterwheel disgusted Fasalina, who was indifferent to sexual stimulation, but she could not imagine how a round shape like a waterwheel could be used to pleasure a woman's body.

(Some kind of torture device?)

As she was thinking about it, the humanoid rotated the part that looked like a small waterwheel in front of Fasalina's eyes to show her its use.

"Wha-"

The movement was different from that of the vibrating tentacles she had seen earlier.

The movement of the seemingly slow rotation was gentle, giving the impression that torture was far from the word.

It was a little hard to see the movement of the small tentacles on the outer edge, but it was fast enough.

(What's the purpose of this thing...?)

Fasalina couldn't understand, but strangely enough, Angelica's heart began to race when she saw the new tentacles moving.

Her heart thumped, blood rushed through her body, and the heat was concentrated on her lower body.

Even though she was supposed to be blocking off her senses, Fasalina could feel the modulation of Angelica's body.

(What is?)

Angelica was Fasalina's vessel.

That meant that they were compatible and that the sensations they feel were close enough.

Even when Fasalina was in control of her body, Angelica had a vague knowledge of what was going on in the outside world and was aware of it to the extent of "I feel like Fasalina was doing something".

It might be similar to the feeling of dreaming.

Angelica dreamed that she was being given crazy pleasure through Fasalina, and it lasted for several days―― more than the blonde priestess could tolerate.

Since it was only a dream, Angelica's own consciousness was not affected.

If she escaped and woke up after the aphrodisiac in her body was removed, she would be able to go back to her daily life, although she would not be able to pretend that the sensitivity of her developed sexual zones did not exist.

However, for Fasalina, it was a complete miscalculation that a small amount of pleasure flowed into her in the form of Angelica's "dream".

An excellent priestess.

A devout believer of the Goddess.

That was why the compatibility between Fasalina and Angelica was too good.

Seeing that small waterwheel opening, Angelica, who was only conscious as though asleep, was expecting it.

It was a little bit, really a little bit, that flowed into Fasalina.

"Ahh..."

(What is it, just now?)

Fasalina did not know what caused the reactions.

She had never imagined that the borrowed body could influence the goddess' consciousness.

Besides, it was only a little bit.

After all, Fasalina's mind had not changed, and a little feeling was not enough to cause her emotionless expression to change significantly.

But a change is a change, however small.

The humanoid, who had been observing Fasalina for a long time, did not miss the small change.

――Would she feel it if it showed her the various tools?

It was not clear if it thought so or not, but the humanoid created a myriad of tools from its knowledge of the people it had taken in and who have used those kinds of tools to give pleasure.

A thin tool with numerous small balls connected to it.

A round ball that vibrated in the same way but was about the size of the tip of a thumb.

A taut shape that resembled a male organ.

And so on.

There were more than ten of them, but that was only a fraction of the knowledge that existed within the humanoid.

Fasalina, who had watched the world grow but had no way of knowing the full depths of human desires, had no idea what these tools meant.

It wasn't that she was confused.

But the fact that she didn't know the reason was enough for her to be curious, and as the true nature of the humanoid, it was obvious what they were used for.

Fasalina's gaze turned to the many "adult toys" and Angelica, who saw them in the form of a dream, couldn't help but wonder what they would do to her.......

Even though she was an innocent priestess, a devout believer of the Goddess, her body was that of a woman.

If the aphrodisiac that made even the hero go crazy was injected into a normal woman, her rationality would collapse and the true nature of a woman would come out.

"Why……?"

It was the first time that Fasalina raised her voice in confusion.

Because of the body...... Angelica's body, Fasalina was moving.

It was a climax, even though nothing was done to her.

Before she knew it, the vibrating tentacles that had been inside her skirt had been pulled out, but only her thin waist was moving up and down shallowly.

Her hips were moving up and down on their own, she was squirting vigorously and her pubic area was eating her wet and transparent pure white underwear as though to complain that it was not enough.

Compared to the violent climaxes she had in the past, it was a weak climax.

However, bewildered by the fact that her body climaxed on its own even though nothing was being done to her, Fasalina looked at her body, which repeatedly climaxed shallowly, and then looked at her surroundings to distract herself from what was happening.

(This is dangerous... I have to get away quickly.)

Perhaps there was a hint of frustration as she thought of that.

(The body is strange. Any longer and Angelica's body will be really broken......)

If that happened, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

There was no one else with a body as compatible with her as Angelica's, and if she lost this body, she would not be able to help Akane.

(Don't hesitate......)

There was only one way for Fasalina to regain her power.

(I have to bring Angelica's consciousness to the surface and let her endure until my power was restored.)

Just like Angelica, if her consciousness was asleep, she could recover her power, though only a little.

It would be more efficient if the body slept since it would only be a small recovery, but considering the fact that the body could not rest at the moment, that was the only way left.

(But Angelica's mind is...)

Fasalina's concern was that Angelica, though a devout believer, would not be able to withstand such repeated physical stimulation.

That was Fasalina's concern.

If Angelica's mind couldn't take it, there was no harm for Fasalina.

They may be in the same body, but their minds were completely different.

Even if the worst were to happen and Angelica's mind was to burn out from the pleasure, Fasalina would still be able to move her body afterward.

Just.

(Is this a situation where I have to choose to sacrifice my believer?)

Fasalina thought about it again.

Was it a situation that must be done even at the expense of Angelica, a devout member?

She knew it was wishful thinking to think that rescue might come if they hold out a little longer―― but the goddess, who has a cold and emotionless expression but loved "people" as well as her believers, hesitated to make a choice that might sacrifice Angelica.

......It was that moment.

"Kuh, hii!?"

Fasalina's voice was so outrageous that even she was surprised, and her whole body convulsed.

"Wha-!?"

Fasalina's voice was low, like that of a beast.

When she turned her gaze to the source of the stimulation―― her lower body, she saw that behind her beautiful breasts, which were still obstructing her view even though she was lying on her back and gravity was pulling them down, the tentacles that were spinning like a waterwheel that had bewildered her earlier were in close contact with her lower body.

It must have moved while Fasalina was thinking.

The obscene tool, formed by a circular object like a waterwheel and countless small tentacles, rotated so fast that she could see its afterimage, and pressed the soft outer edge formed by the tentacles against Fasalina's lower body.

Her pubic area was rubbed up with countless tentacles and variously shaped tips through her pure white tentacles, and the next moment she couldn't even scream and there were white sparks in front of her eyes.

"Wha, ah, ahh!?"

(Is this my voice?)

Her mind was calm, in contrast to the wild scream that involuntarily escaped her lips.

However, Fasalina certainly understood that Angelica's body was at its limit.

And her mental strength alone was not enough.

"Ahhh, hiiii!?"

Fasalina's scream of resignation did not stop the tentacles of the humanoid.

The tentacles would continue to move until the humanoid was satisfied, until the expression on her face changed, as it had done in the past.

Countless small tentacles stimulate her pubic area and the clitoris over and over again from the top of the pure white underwear with a lovely neat design, exposing her to countless climaxes in one rotation, and her expression melted sloppily in an instant to the point that reason could no longer help.

Only her eyes remain dignified, but her nose widen, her tongue stretched out from her open mouth, she pouted while drooling, and her restrained limbs repeatedly stretch and twitch.

What was worse than anything else was her waist.

Her hips were moving up and down so hard that she couldn't tell if she was trying to escape the spinning tentacles or if she was trying to push them against them.

"Hahiii!? hiiiii!?"

(I can't stop my voice. My strength... slipping away...)

Every time her hips move up and down, the spinning tentacle spurted out a spray of liquid that splashed into the air and dissipated nearby mucus.

However, Fasalina, who was so blinded by the pleasure that she couldn't control her body, didn't have time to check it.

In no time at all, the number of climaxes exceeded ten, maybe even a hundred.

That was how intense the stimulation was.

Moreover, even with such a violent climax, the spinning tentacle attached to her crotch did not weaken its momentum in the slightest.

In fact, it seemed to be getting more intense as time goes by.

"Higyiii!? Hibiiii!?"

(How long will this go on? Angelica's body will break.)

Fasalina was impatient.

Perhaps the humanoid was aware of the goddess' existence and was trying to destroy her body...... She couldn't help but think of that possibility.

But in reality, it was just an extension of what it had been doing, just giving pleasure to the female body in front of it.

It was just that Fasalina was unemotional, so it was "a little bit" more intense than the other women.

Fasalina, who had no way of knowing that, was faced with a choice.

(I can't wait any longer.)

Perhaps Angelica's mind would not be able to withstand the pleasure if she were to fall asleep.

However, in order to protect this body, Fasalina must go to sleep to conserve her strength.

To protect Angelica, a devout believer, or protect her body for the world she created?

"Ahhhhh!!"

It was the most vigorous she had ever experienced―― and a new splash of golden liquid mixed with the momentum of the spinning tentacles.

White smoke rose from the spinning tentacles, but the humanoid added more mucus and regenerated the tentacles faster than the spinning tentacles could disappear, continuing to stimulate Fasalina.

It stared at Fasalina.

The mysterious woman who had finally let it hear her gasp.

But the look in her eyes made it feel like she hadn't given up yet, and it couldn't let its guard down.

Yes, the instincts of the humanoid were ringing an alarm bell.

That was why.

"Hiiii――!!"

The spinning tentacle did not stop its movement, and now another tentacle invaded the loosened neck part of her vestments and tore the breast part of her neat vestments with force.

What emerged was a pure white bra with the same pretty design as her panties.

The clasp on the back was removed, and the undergarment, which was only resting on her large breasts, was slipped up before she could do anything with the violent spasms and the movements of her body as it rose and fell in time with her breathing, revealing the softly swaying breasts and the cherry-red nipples at the top that were hidden underneath.

"Hahiii!? Higyiii!?"

The beautiful breasts, constricted by her underwear and clothing, swayed violently and boldly as though to show off their softness, trying to push away the remnants of her underwear and vestments on top.

――Fasalina watched as a new tentacle made its way to her beautiful breasts.

Its tip pointed like a needle, the aphrodisiac syringe that had driven her body, and Akane, whom she had chosen as her hero, mad

"St, op!?"

(Now that poison is not good.)

Fasalina immediately tried to speak, but her voice was a thick gasp.

The next moment, her nipples were exposed in front of Fasalina's eyes, and the poison would inject directly into them.

Her nipples were swollen and hardened, and she could tell at a glance that they were erect.

Another tentacle wrapped around her sugar-soft breasts and fixed her attractive nipples, and the needle penetrated their tips.

"!?"

Angelica's body climaxed from the stimulation of the spinning tentacles on her lower body, which should have been painful.

The pleasure was so strong that it melted her beautiful face with heat, causing her to blow snot vigorously out of her nose.

Tears welled up in front of her eyes and she couldn't see anything.

Still calm, Fasalina ran wild trying to pull the tentacle needle out of her breast.

"Guhiii, guhiiii!?"

(Sorry, Angelica.)

Her body began to convulse in a morbid manner.

The aphrodisiac injected into her nipples permeated her entire chest and began to produce new pleasurable sensations.

The tentacles that had been coiled around her breasts like snakes began to move back and forth, and that was enough to make her eyes go blank and her body convulse so much that she couldn't see anything.

She couldn't stop her body from repeatedly twitching while shaking her long blonde hair, which was wet with mucus and plastered all over her body.

(......I'm sorry, Angelica. I will definitely help you. Please bear with me for a while.)

And Fasalina made a choice.

To make sure that the slime that inflicted such evil deeds on women would be destroyed.

She went to sleep to save her strength, and then――.

"Eh, Fasa―――― ahh, hyiii!?"

When Angelica regained consciousness, she fainted as her eyes rolled back.