How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 187

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

From behind the wall, now out of sight from where her upper body was, Segleninde spoke.

“Now I understand a little. I lost my memories, and before that, you and I often did things like this, right?”

“Ah, hnngh!”

His c**k, swollen even harder than before, pierced her aching entrance and entered.

Segleninde smacked his lips as he looked at the woman’s fair back and a*s, fixed into the tentacle wall. He had long since forgotten his intent to kill her. He had tasted the inner flesh that carefully bit down on him from the head to the root each time he pushed in with force, and he felt as if he could never escape it again.

“You wanted me to do this to you, didn’t you? How is it, does it feel good?”

Each time he rocked his hips, the his sight of her trembling back pleased him. He grabbed her round a*s cheeks and spread them, taking in even the small, neat hole behind her as he forcefully stirred the inside of her front hole. Her two dangling legs, floating in the air, had nowhere to cling and only kicked pitifully.

Perhaps the sight, like white irises scattering, softened his heart without him realizing it, because he willingly pulled those legs, which looked frailer than vines, around his thick waist.

Then he thrust even deeper. Instead of using his tree-trunk-like waist as support to cling to, she was now unable to escape.

When he pressed close and drove his hips up, striking deep inside, pleasant cries escaped the woman in broken bursts. He laughed without realizing it.

“I asked you, so answer me. Answer my question… Does it feel good?”

“Hiik, heugh, it, feels, gooood!”

Even as she barely answered, Cynthia truly felt like she was dying. She tried to push against the tentacle thicket blocking her from behind like a wall and pull her body forward, but at some point, her two legs had been caught tightly in his large hands, making it impossible to escape.

In that state, everything below her waist was blocked, so she couldn’t tell what was happening to her lower half, and she felt anxious and tense inside. All the more because Segleninde’s thrusting rhythm was irregular.

She heard Segleninde laugh lowly as he panted in a slightly hoarse voice. His hand stroked down her spine.

“Yes… You answered well. Good girl.”

At that moment, something slippery swept over the top of her hips.

“Ugh, mngh! W-Wait! Ah, nnngh!”

She knew without even looking. He had taken out his tentacles.

And it wasn’t just one. A smooth one without any ridges grabbed and spread her ankles, which had been half-forcibly wrapped around his waist, and a relatively thin tentacle with rough bumps pushed between the flesh of her hips.

That wasn’t all. One with suction cups also appeared and stuck wetly to her c******s. It was a combination of tentacles he often brought out when he was aroused during s*x with Segleninde.

‘As expected, his body’s memories are coming back…!’

“Unnh, aaaangh!”

Several tentacles suddenly surged up before her eyes.

They were, as expected, ones she had seen many times before. A blunt one dripping sweet liquid, one that spread into several parts like petals and showed thin, wriggling one that spread into several parts thread-like tentacles inside, one with sticky suction cups like an octopus’s, and many other large and small tentacles of all kinds.

Behind her back, blocked off by the wall, the same sorts appeared and began touching and wrapping around Cynthia’s feet, calves, thighs, and hips.

“Then I’ll keep doing it for you. As much as you want, and as much as I want… I played along with your tricks enough, so next, I’ll do as I please.”

And soon, all the tentacles attacked her.

“Heue, mm! Ah, ah…! Mmph!”

A tentacle dripping sweet liquid thrust into her mouth, and ones with suction cups and thin tentacles bit onto both b*****s.

The lightly writhing tentacles wrapped around her n*****s, tugging them, and the suction cups sucked at them. The one in her mouth poured thick liquid down her throat, making heat rise through her entire body.

Even below, where she could not see, tentacles wrapped around her feet and tickled them, grabbed her thighs and spread them, and slipped through the gap while Segleninde was moving his hips. Those tentacles filled her rear hole, and now her belly bulged with both holes plugged. Then, they deliberately moved out of rhythm with him and thrust hard into the tight flesh.