SGT CH178

Tianjia: Little Tentacle Monster Mu Si 5

◎Almost penetrated silly, and even pregnant with a belly full of eggs◎

Sensing the movements of the little tentacle monster, X almost bit through the tentacle in his mouth.

With an SSS-grade Tianjia’s bite force, he truly could have done so.

It was just that before he could truly bite down, he heard the little tentacle monster cry out in pain.

“Hurts! Don’t eat me, wuu wuu wuu…”

X, bound by tentacles to the point of being unable to move and gagged so thoroughly he couldn’t speak: “…”

He was made into this state and hadn’t done a thing.

Yet the culprit was actually crying out in pain here.

Veins on X’s temples throbbed violently.

Yet he couldn’t truly do anything to the little tentacle monster.

I am not eating you, stop wailing.

X transmitted his thought.

Only then did Mu Si halt his wailing, which rivaled a psychic attack.

After confirming the tentacle was intact, he rubbed against X aggrievedly.

He even pushed the tentacle that had been hurt toward X’s mouth, stuffing it even deeper, acting spoiled as he said:

“Hurts, blow on it.”

Jammed deep into the back of his throat, X almost rolled his eyes back.

Hearing this, he thought to himself, maybe he really should just bite it off.

In any case, tentacle monsters could regenerate severed limbs.

Yet in the end, he couldn’t harden his heart to bite down.

X had once thought that the sequel to his dream of being dragged into a dark nest would be him violently thrashing the rebellious tentacle monster and educating it properly.

Yet truly reduced to this predicament, he realized that let alone giving it a beating, he couldn’t bear to harm even the tip of a single tentacle.

This was the little tentacle monster he had raised with his own hands. Even if it grew up slightly rebellious, it was spoiled by his own indulgence, having nothing to do with the little tentacle monster itself.

What fault could a little tentacle monster have?

Entangling living beings, burrowing into every orifice, burying deep continuously, was merely its racial instinct after all.

X refused to think in other directions, striving to maintain his faltering willpower, gathering his focus, mobilizing his sore limbs to find a way to escape.

You just grew up and need a new nest.

X still tried to communicate with the little tentacle monster through mental thoughts.

Do you like glass jars? I will craft an even bigger, more beautiful glass jar for you. Don’t, stop burrowing, there is nothing in there, no glass jar that you like.

Mu Si indeed liked glittering glass jars very much.

But starting from today, that was only his second favorite thing.

Turns out the Tianjia was actually hiding such a comfortable passage.

Dark, narrow, warm, and moist. Completely different from a bright glass bottle, yet he loved it immensely, feeling exceptionally comfortable while burrowing.

Previously the Tianjia had always kept it hidden, not letting him near.

Now he had finally found it.

He wanted to burrow inside and occupy it, marking this place thoroughly as his own.

Mu Si carried out his exploration and marking with extreme pleasure.

Especially after squeezing through a tightly closed narrow opening and finding an even larger, oval-shaped spherical cavern appearing before him, it was like a new world had opened, and he couldn’t wait to burrow inside.

He loved this place.

Tentacle monsters had no distinct physical eyes, yet their entire bodies were “eyes.”

Everywhere the tentacles reached, Mu Si could see.

Mu Si happily set up home inside the nest, squeezing even more parts of himself into it.

X almost went mad.

That was his reproductive cavity.

X had never imagined the little tentacle monster could reach this place.

A Tianjia female’s reproductive tract would only open for their males. Besides that, even they themselves could not open it.

Was it that the substance resembling “pheromones” secreted by the little tentacle monster completely deceived his body, making his body believe this was a Tianjia male?

Or had his own heart already identified the little tentacle monster as his male?

X dared not think about it. Pressed by the excessive fullness, he arched upward, his body taut like a fully drawn bow. His abdomen showed a slight bulge, looking as though he was already showing.

At this moment, X suddenly understood the little tentacle monster’s intention.

A tentacle monster’s strength came not only from immense psychic power and infinitely expanding bodies, but also from the quantity of offspring they possessed and the territories they controlled.

The latter was the true reason they could dominate vast territories.

Juvenile tentacle monsters could only grow themselves through rudimentary hunting and feeding.

Yet adult tentacle monsters would embark on a different path, a path truly belonging to tentacle monsters.

They would seek out and capture gestators, relying on powerful reproductive capacity to produce a continuous stream of offspring. Then relying on offspring to expand and establish their dynasty.

He was regarded as a gestator by the little tentacle monster.

This word was far too distant and unfamiliar to X.

Although he had seen relevant descriptions when studying tentacle monsters as a species, he never imagined this identity would fall upon himself.

An SSS-grade Tianjia was the ceiling of cosmic combat prowess.

It was fundamentally impossible to be captured by a tentacle monster.

Even a star-system-tier tentacle monster would not provoke an SSS-grade Tianjia.

Even against an S-grade Tianjia, they would need to weigh their own strength, pondering whether they could bear the cost and subsequent consequences.

Yet now, his reproductive cavity was actually occupied by a newly adult little tentacle monster?

This clearly wasn’t because this tentacle monster was powerful to the point where he couldn’t resist.

Even if his body was soaked in “pheromones” until weak and limp, he could rely on pure physical strength to bite through the tentacle in his mouth.

Even if bound layer upon layer, he could mobilize origin energy to snap every tentacle.

He didn’t even need to draw upon origin energy. As long as his willpower was slightly firmer and he exerted force to struggle, these tentacles couldn’t trap him at all.

Not to mention, he could harden his body into armor or assume his true form.

X clearly realized that what reduced him to this state was his unwillingness to hurt the little tentacle monster in the slightest, and his repeated indulgence toward it.

Even realizing this, he couldn’t change.

In the end, he could only use faint mental thoughts to caution the little tentacle monster: Don’t lay eggs inside.

Rather than a warning, it sounded more like a plea.

“Why?”

Mu Si didn’t understand.

His racial instincts told him that this place was very suitable for laying eggs and conceiving offspring.

X knew clearly in his heart that the little tentacle monster did these things to him purely out of tentacle monster instincts, unrelated to emotion.

He was unwilling to blame the little tentacle monster for this.

Yet he could not accept conceiving eggs from the little tentacle monster he had raised as a cub.

Even less could he accept degenerating into a breeding machine for a tentacle monster, continuously giving birth to monsters that would endanger the universe.

With his SSS-grade strength, offspring conceived by him would definitely be exceptionally powerful, and coupled with the tentacle monster’s terrifying reproductive capacity, it would bring destructive catastrophe to the entire universe.

If it truly reached that point, he would have no choice but to kill those offspring with his own hands, and then use his own body to seal his Si Si forever in a planet’s core.

I cannot carry your children, X said in his thoughts.

The surging tentacles inside the room abruptly froze.

Mu Si hadn’t expected to receive such an answer.

X had always been willing to play various games with him, such as knocking over cups and catching cups, or helping him farm and build infrastructure in the star-war game, even taking out military medals and precious crystal cores in reality to help him build nests.

He thought that just like accompanying him to build nests before, X would serve as his gestator, reproduce offspring with him, and then build an even larger nest together.

“You don’t want to be my gestator?” Mu Si asked, somewhat saddened.

Who would be willing to be a tentacle monster’s gestator, violated by a tentacle monster, filled to the brim in their reproductive cavity, carrying a belly full of eggs, and continuously conceiving and giving birth?

When this thought arose from his heart, X unexpectedly felt a faint sense of strangeness.

He surprisingly didn’t have as much repulsion toward such a thing as imagined.

Having his reproductive cavity filled and carrying a belly of eggs by the little tentacle he raised himself made him feel ashamed, yet not disgusted.

Instead, there was even a bit of anticipation.

He was probably insane.

X suspected that his thoughts had already been influenced by the special substance secreted by the little tentacle, which was why he looked forward to such an unsightly future.

Yet, at the thought of being claimed day and night by the little tentacle monster, carrying a belly full of little tentacle eggs, X’s toes subconsciously curled tight, and vast amounts of pheromones flooded out of his body uncontrollably.

Mu Si, suddenly doused head-to-toe with pheromones, was utterly dazed and bewildered.

One moment X was saying “who would want to be a tentacle monster’s gestator,” and the next moment he was thoroughly prepared for conception, eagerly anticipating him injecting eggs.

Could that mental transmission have been merely a pure inquiry?

The answer was obvious.

X wanted to be his gestator.

Mu Si, who had been feeling dejected, instantly regained his vigor after being doused with pheromones, happily tangling around the Tianjia even tighter.

The tentacles also gradually swelled and bulged, revealing the contours of primitive eggs one after another.

Having just recovered from the peak, X sensed the shift and immediately realized what was happening, widening his eyes in horror, subconsciously struggling and kicking at the tentacles in front.

Si Si! Stop! X shouted in his thoughts.

X thought his struggling was fierce, but in reality, the range of motion was pitifully small.

Merely twisting his body slightly, looking no different from rubbing against the tentacles on purpose.

Kicking out didn’t cause the slightest harm to the tentacles either, only spreading himself wider open.

Mu Si naturally wouldn’t stop here.

X’s emotions also puzzled him greatly: containing shock and fear, yet also anticipation and craving.

Ultimately, Mu Si defined X’s emotion as unease toward the unknown, which was very normal.

At times like this, one needed a bit more patience and soothing to let the other slowly accept and adapt.

Thus, Mu Si slowed down the speed of injecting eggs, stretching this process out endlessly.

Of course, he also needed to continuously provide the Tianjia with pleasure.

Mu Si used tentacles to prop X up, coiling and twisting across his body. Every single tentacle swung into motion, including the tentacles inside the nest.

The rich floral fragrance resembling pheromones intertwined with the Tianjia pheromones that were cold as ice and snow, filling the entire room.

The intertwining of pheromones lasted an entire week.

When the final egg was injected, Mu Si was squeezed to where he could no longer burrow in.

He could only yield his beloved warm bed to his offspring, settling for burrowing into X’s embrace instead, hoping for comfort.

Yet his Tianjia merely held him dazedly, refusing to pet him properly.

“You don’t love me anymore! You don’t love me anymore!”

Mu Si writhed resentfully, sad in his heart.

Back when he was a tiny ball of a tentacle monster, even throwing a tantrum was cute and lovable, especially evoking pity.

Now a tentacle monster filling more than half the room, once throwing a tantrum, was simply a disaster.

Almost penetrated silly and pregnant with a belly full of eggs, X was tangled, twisted, and shaken by tentacles, almost throwing up the fluid the tentacle monster had injected into his stomach.

“Stop, don’t move, you’re going to tear the warship apart…”

X could only be thankful that when the tentacle monster injected the very first egg, he had barely managed to gather his consciousness, contacting his adjutant via the terminal to transfer all officers and soldiers off the warship.

Right now on this warship, there were only him and Mu Si.

“You don’t love me anymore, you won’t even pet me,” Mu Si felt wronged.

Feeling his stomach stretched to swelling, X sighed heavily.

He had already conceived a belly full of eggs for the little tentacle monster; if this wasn’t called love, what was?

Yet the little tentacle’s view on “love” was clearly completely different from his.

After all, in a tentacle monster’s eyes, reproducing with a gestator didn’t require love.

Every tentacle monster would have many, many gestators.

Some powerful tentacle monsters possessed hundreds of millions of gestators.

It was impossible for X to let the little tentacle monster obtain other gestators.

Even with their offspring, he would strictly control them.

He could only give the little tentacle monster a great deal of love.

All of his love.

Even if the little tentacle monster would resent him for it in the future.

X propped himself up and sat up.

An SSS-grade Tianjia’s body was exceptionally tough and resilient. Even after being handled by the tentacle monster for a week, he felt no fatigue whatsoever.

It was just that his whole body felt intensely bloated and full, and even after so long had passed, it felt as though he could still sense the presence of the tentacles.

X embraced the tentacle in front of him, gently stroking it.

Right after stroking it, another tentacle was thrust before him.

“Pet this one too,” Mu Si wheedled.

Behind that tentacle, the other tentacles also swayed in anticipation, waiting to be petted.

“…”

X had no choice but to pet them one by one.

An SSS-grade Tianjia possessed extremely sharp senses and exceptional differentiation skills. He could discern the subtle differences in every single tentacle, remembering how they differed.

Just by reaching out to touch, he could recall what that tentacle had done to him.

Forced to recall everything from the past week all over again, X’s expression remained unchanged on the surface, but he was actually numb inside, wishing desperately to flee this universe.

X considered himself the little tentacle monster’s caregiver, carrying the responsibility of nurturing and educating the little tentacle monster.

Before the little tentacle monster, he actually had a bit of an image burden akin to a parent or a teacher.

Yet during this past week, whatever image or burden he held was completely ruined, leaving nothing behind.

X mechanically embraced and petted tentacle after tentacle, trying hard to empty his mind so as not to reminisce.

Suddenly, his hand paused. Glancing at the tentacle freshly wriggling into his arms, he was somewhat speechless.

“This one was already petted.”

Mu Si, who was trying to sneak back into the rotation: “Ying…“

“Ying won’t help either.”