Chapter 118
Segleninde did not let Cynthia go easily.
He came inside her with his own member at least twice, and inserted every tentacle into both her s*x and her rear at least once. He alternately sucked her fluids and milk, and only let her go after she had passed out.
When Cynthia came to her senses again, she was in the mansion’s large bath.
The other attendants who always helped with her bath were nowhere to be seen. Only Segleninde was there, having washed her body before getting into the bath with her. When Cynthia, her voice hoarse, asked him if he even knew what ‘moderation’ was, he insisted that he had been moderate in his own way.
“If you hadn’t fainted, I was planning to keep going. How is it my fault you’re so weak?”
“…Do you have a conscience?”
“What’s that?”
“Something you don’t have.”
She decided it was better not to say anything more. Cynthia gave up on conversation.
Perhaps because he’d drained so much fluid from her, her throat was parched. Just then, Segleninde, using a tentacle, brought over a cup of water he had prepared in advance and held it to Cynthia’s mouth. She knew all too well by now that those tentacles were a part of him, and yet, maybe because of everything that had happened, she flinched a little.
At any rate, the roleplay ended as a roleplay. The physical changes caused by ingesting tentacle fluid were only temporary, and her lactation had stopped as well.
It seemed Segleninde rather enjoyed having s*x with her in that way, and though it was exhausting for Cynthia, she honestly didn’t dislike it, so she didn’t refuse when he suggested doing it again next time. As long as being treated like a human honey jar wasn’t real, it was an enjoyable enough diversion.
On a whim, she even told him she’d thought he might treat her like a s*x slave, but Segleninde flatly replied that he had no such intention.
“You’re the one who told me to treat you kindly, aren’t you?”
He had been rough earlier, but even while playing his part coldly, he’d tried to remain gentle. She realized now that, except for the very beginning, he hadn’t actually acted coldly toward her. He had been paying attention to her words. Cynthia stifled a secret laugh.
Soaking her tired body in the warm water made her feel more and more languid.
Segleninde, with her limp body in his arms, used his tentacles to massage her. He kneaded her limbs and tickled her sides, and when she burst into laughter, he made hearts and stars in the air with two tentacles right in front of her.
And before they left the bath, he even had s*x with her using those tentacles.
“Guess what shape I’m making right now.”
“Hehe, y-you crazy— Aah…”
Cynthia only managed to guess that the two tentacles filling her p***y were making a heart shape after she’d climaxed two more times. After that, Segleninde praised her, kissed her lower belly, and sucked on her s*x, drinking the fluid as it flowed out.
Watching the tentacles form another heart in front of her, Cynthia thought.
‘Before teaching this guy moderation, I need to teach him what a conscience is.’
* * *
Surprisingly, Segleninde did not torment her every single day.
It looked like he wanted to, but when Cynthia said she was tired, he held back. Sometimes the two of them simply lay together in bed and fell asleep talking, spending an ordinary day as a couple without s*x.
Sometimes, Segleninde would, on a whim, scoop Cynthia up and carry her to bed, crawl under her skirt, and suck her fluids, and sometimes Cynthia, linking her arm with his, would coyly lead him to the bedroom herself, and he would obediently go along as if he’d caught on.
The servants, who felt the two were growing closer, would discreetly withdraw whenever the atmosphere hinted at something more. Melissa was convinced lately that Cynthia really would end up marrying Segleninde, and so she seemed especially pleased.
Not long after, Segleninde held a banquet.
But unlike before, he didn’t invite human guests. It was a banquet just for the two of them. In the cheerful atmosphere, a band of wooden puppets played lively music, and puppet guests in dresses and uniforms danced.
Of course, even this wasn’t an ordinary banquet.
After Cynthia had danced with Segleninde three times or so, he said he was thirsty and, quite naturally, sat her on the table among all the juices, then lifted her dress.
After all, the only ‘guests’ were puppet figures, and even the servants weren’t around. Since those ‘guests’ were more like background decor than actual creatures, Cynthia didn’t particularly care.
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