Being a "Hero," I had confidence in my physical strength, and so I would never submit even to this pleasure.
"Well then... why don't we give you a little more personal experience... "
"...Ngh!"
I tried to tell myself that as tentacles crawled over my body.
And yet, the sensation of them clearly differed what I had felt until then. I had had hardly felt the tentacles touching me before.
The slimy sensation of the liquid had been strong, but the tentacles themselves had felt vague, almost as if they were made of mist.
But now I had a clear sensation of being touched and played with.
"No... ah...!"
It should, of course, have been impossible to describe that sensation as feeling good.
Who in the world would call being touched by tentacles dripping with slimy liquid a pleasant feeling?
And yet... contrary to all reason, I was clearly taking pleasure in it.
My liquid-covered arms, belly and legs... that pleasure was transmitted to me through all of them and refused to stop.
—Even though it was with... these hideous tentacles, I...!
There was no way I could admit that my, a "hero's," body was delighting in being toyed with by those things, which were only tools for raping and humiliating women and had no will of their own.
Honestly, it would have been a hard thing to admit even if my partner had been a human man.
There was only one person in the world I wanted to be touched by...—
"Aaahh."
The moment my thoughts reached that point, the slimy sensation penetrated to my chest.
That forcible intrusion through the gaps in my bra caused my breasts to spill over and fall, exposing even my nipples.
Of course, there was no way that that would be enough to satisfy tentacles that were the servants of a succubus.
They twined themselves around me as if trying to rub the newly exposed skin with their own scent.
Every time the tentacles rubbed my breasts, making them sticky with the liquid, they lingered and made indecent, wet sounds which aroused by embarassment.
—It's embarrassing... but...! I don't want it, but...!
"Ooo... Nnh! "
When I felt the touch on my breast, I let slip a high-pitched cry in spite of myself.
That cry, which even I had never heard pass my lips before, was surely one of pleasure.
Even as I analyzed my response, a heat kindled in my cheeks.
Surely that too was natural. I mean, the succubus in front of me couldn't possibly have missed hearing me, and...—
"Hee hee... It sounds like you're starting to enjoy it... "
"Th, that's obviously just your imagination, isn't it...!?"
Even while I made that obstinate reply to the monster, whose cheeks were splitting into a delighted grin, my own cheeks were growing even redder.
I knew that it was what she wanted, but in spite of that I couldn't help being roused to embarrassment when I was ridiculed in this way.
Still, my mind was by no means filled with that alone: even now a pleasurable sensation, shocking as an electric current, was being transmitted to me through the tentacles fondling my cleavage and the outer circumference of my breasts.
That stimulus was so great that it seemed it would dissolve my brain to mush and shatter my oath to keep silent.
I didn't know what might happen if I didn't put on a brave face.
—There has to be... some... some way...
Seeing that it was becoming difficult for me even to remain silent, I became aware that I was being pressed harder than I had expected.
Until now, I had vaguely believed that "I am a hero, so I will definitely be okay," but that conviction was greatly shaken and was crumbling.
Having come to that realization, I thought desperately, but my thoughts were interrupted by a wave of pleasure that blindsided me in the middle of those speculations.
My thoughts were tossed about like a little boat in a storm, and I could hit upon no plan of escape.
The restless feeling within me began to grow worse as I struggled, and my breathing was growing more ragged in step with the mounting pleasure.
"My goodness... I see your mouth is already starting to open, and you're making quite an enchanting face... "
"Haa... So... it... it's not just your ears... even your eyes have gone senile now...!?"
Just as the succubus said, my mouth was already half open in spite of myself.
My composure was so far gone that I could no longer even keep my mouth closed, and I felt that I would go crazy if I didn't keep encouraging myself with strong words.
No... the pleasure being poured into me was now making even that dangerous.
The pleasure being transmitted to me through my whole body made my mind tremble and a heat writhe in my belly.
And then I realized that that heat, which seemed as if it would melt my insides, was changing into a moistness.
"Your legs have been fidgeting for a little while now, too; how very lovely... "
"Oo..."
When I turned my attention downward in response to the succubus' words, I saw that my legs were indeed moving as if to rub against each other.
And yet, due to the interference of the tentacles, they could not meet skin no matter how they tried.
The syrupy feeling of pleasure from their skin rubbing against the tentacles of its own accord was creepy up my spine.
I knew that the signals traveling muddily down from my brain to meet them were thrusting into the interior of my belly and making that place melt again.
—She's wrong... this is just... an instinctive response to try to shake off the tentacles...!
Having become conscious that I was clearly getting pleasure by those acts, I murmured to myself unthinkingly.
But the words only reverberated vainly in my pleasure-filled mind.
I was astonished to find that not even I could believe them.