38 - Chapter 36: Belladonna
A strangely sweet fragrance wafted from the flower bud.
Honey dripped from between the tightly closed leaves.
Belladonna thrust the tentacle tipped with the honey-soaked bud toward my mouth.
Naturally, having no idea what she was planning, I kept my mouth clamped shut.
The bud pressed against my lips, but it couldn't force its way past my clenched teeth.
The tentacle finally pulled back, leaving my lips smeared with sticky honey.
A thin thread of honey stretched between the tip of the tentacle and my lips before snapping.
It had backed off for now, but I knew she hadn't given up.
My suspicions were immediately confirmed. The vine tentacles that had crept up alongside the bud wrapped around my neck and began to squeeze.
"Kh...!"
The constriction cut off my airway.
Even though I knew it was useless—that I wouldn't get a single breath unless I tore the vines off my neck—I reflexively opened my mouth.
Desperate for even a gasp of air.
I tried to snap it shut again, but Belladonna didn't miss her chance.
"Ugh...!"
The flower bud forced its way past my closing teeth.
Belladonna's tentacles were dozens of times tougher than dried squid; biting down didn't leave so much as a scratch.
"Gah...! Ack...!"
The bud shoved past my uvula, forcing its way deep into my esophagus.
A violent gag reflex flared, but with my throat blocked, the dry heave was forced back down, making my entire body convulse.
Then, honey began to pour in earnest from the bud wedged deep in my throat.
I had no choice but to swallow.
"Mmm... ugh... ah..."
I gulped down the honey until my stomach felt bloated and full.
I had no idea what was in it, but the more I swallowed, the hotter my body ran and the more dazed my mind became.
It clearly had an aphrodisiac effect.
Not that I was surprised.
"Ah... hah... ahh... fuck..."
At the same time, thin, vine-like tentacles slithered down my pants.
A sweet scent wafted from them as they oozed a slick, slippery fluid. Clumping together, they wrapped around my cock, mimicking the sensation of a writhing, ribbed vaginal wall.
No, in terms of sheer stimulation, it was far superior.
The frantic writhing of the bundled tentacles offered a level of friction that couldn't even be compared to natural vaginal folds.
"Mmph... ah..."
But that wasn't all. One incredibly thin tentacle brushed against the tip of my glans before pushing straight into my urethra.
"Hngh..."
Having penetrated deep inside, the tentacle began to piston back and forth. Even though I'd experienced it once before, it was a sensation I could never get used to.
And still, she wasn't done. Another tentacle, about the thickness of a finger, which had been pressing against my perineum, began to move.
It slithered backward, tracing a path toward my anus.
As if finding its rightful home, the tentacle slid inside my asshole, squirming deeper and deeper until it located my prostate.
Suspended in midair and tightly bound, I was being violated in three of my holes simultaneously.
Meanwhile, the tentacles pinching and teasing my nipples showed no sign of stopping.
Before long, only wet, squelching sounds echoed through the quiet forest.
"Ah... hah... ugh... hngh... gah..."
I tried to scream, to struggle against the bonds while dry-heaving, but my body wouldn't obey.
This complete loss of control was what drove me truly insane.
I couldn't even scream or thrash in agony. I felt like a toy.
Not metaphorically, but literally.
Tears spilled from my rolled-back eyes as my body was forced through dry orgasm after dry orgasm.
"Mmh, mmh."
Savoring my pathetic, broken state with apparent pleasure, Belladonna leaned her upper body closer.
She slowly withdrew the bud tentacle from my throat, then reached out with both hands to gently cup my cheeks.
"Haah... haah..."
With my throat finally clear, I gasped, desperately trying to catch my ragged breath.
Belladonna pressed her lips to my defenseless mouth. Instead of saliva, sweet honey flowed from her, spreading a chilling, cloying sweetness across my tongue.
"Mmm... mm..."
Our tongues tangled. Sucking on something so sweet and soft had a strangely calming effect on my mind, like a baby with a pacifier.
Eventually, my rational mind shut down completely, and I began to eagerly return the kiss.
Pleased by my response, Belladonna smiled warmly and wrapped her tentacles even tighter around me.
At some point, the thin tentacle inside my urethra slid out, and Belladonna shifted her method of stimulation.
Before long, the dry orgasms gave way to a violent, messy release of semen and urine.
Only after she had milked me completely dry did Belladonna finally lower me back to the forest floor.
But she wasn't finished with me yet.
Though she had set me down, she didn't release her grip.
Instead, she pinned me to the dirt, pulling me tightly against her with her upper body and tentacles.
Her cool, plant-like flesh slowly warmed against my body heat.
In that position, Belladonna drifted off to sleep. But even as she slept, her tentacles kept teasing my erogenous zones, forcing me to endure a continuous, low-key climax.
Overwhelmed by the relentless, low-grade pleasure, I eventually slipped into a half-conscious, exhausted sleep.
When I woke up, several hours had passed.
Unlike me, who had only managed a light, fitful sleep due to the constant stimulation, Belladonna was still dead to the world.
With her consciousness drifted off, the vines binding me had loosened significantly.
'Now's my chance.'
I carefully wriggled out of the sleeping monster's embrace.
After gathering my gear, I scanned the area and spotted a shallow pit nearby.
I approached the pit and looked inside. There, planted in the dirt, was the Mandrake.
While the Belladonna guarding it was incredibly powerful, the Mandrake itself was weak enough for even an F-rank Hunter to handle.
It was like the relationship between the King and Queen in chess.
The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, while the King is weaker than even a Rook, Knight, or Bishop—yet the game only ends when the King is captured.
However, if I just yanked it out, its legendary scream would wake the sleeping Belladonna instantly.
Instead, I gathered dry twigs and fallen leaves, piled them into the pit, and struck a match. I was going to burn the Mandrake alive.
The exposed stem and leaves caught fire immediately, and the intense heat steamed the shallowly buried root to death.
With the boss monster successfully dealt with, I bolted before Belladonna could wake up, making a run straight for the dimensional gate.
"Phew... phew..."
When I stumbled out of the gate looking like an absolute wreck, the guard on duty gasped in surprise.
"A-Are... are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm... okay..."
I tried to answer casually, but the moment the words left my mouth, the tension holding me together snapped.
My breathing turned ragged, and a violent tremor racked my entire body. My voice failed me, and my vision began to blur.
A sudden, intense fever flared up, flushing my skin bright red.
Wait, what? A fever?
"Huh?"
Something was wrong. This wasn't just adrenaline wearing off.
"Oh my god...! A-Are you sure you're okay?"
A warm sensation tickled my nose. The guard let out a panicked cry. I reached up to touch my nose, and my fingers came away smeared with blood.
'A nosebleed too...?'
Something was seriously wrong with my body.
The moment that realization hit me,
my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor.
I clung to consciousness for a few fleeting seconds, but the darkness quickly claimed me.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Han Su-in sat hunched over in a hospital chair, her hat pulled low, muttering to herself like a broken record.
With her head bowed, she nervously bit her fingernails, her legs bouncing restlessly.
"Su-in."
Jin Seo-yun, sitting beside her, gently called out to her old friend.
"He'll be okay."
Though she couldn't offer any real guarantee, the words seemed to soothe Han Su-in's frantic energy, if only a little.
But it was a very small comfort.
"W-What do I do...? I... I..."
"Come here, Su-in."
With a soft sigh, Jin Seo-yun opened her arms.
Han Su-in hesitated for a second before leaning forward, burying herself in Jin Seo-yun's embrace.
Jin Seo-yun gently stroked her hair and whispered,
"You need to rest, too. You haven't slept a wink since Su-hyeon collapsed."
Exhaustion finally catching up to her, Han Su-in closed her eyes and drifted off almost instantly.
"Sigh..."
Only after Su-in was asleep did Jin Seo-yun finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
But her brief moment of peace didn't last long.
"Is this the room?"
"Excuse me, you can't just barge in here!"
Ignoring the nurse's protests, a woman with a grim expression flung the door open and stepped inside.