A Tentacle Has Been Inside Sukuna’s Belly Too

Absolute power gives rise to loneliness, and what will teach him to love is The eggs left inside his body by tentacles and other tentacles. [Story complete] [A genuinely niche, obscure kink, with multiple revisions] [My neighboring serial, My Husband Toji's Ghost Became a Tentacle!, featuring tentacles x Toji, is now underway!] Synopsis: It was a tentacle, and its dream was to devour the strong. It knew that only a powerful tentacle deserved the strong, so it studied hard. Barbs, suction cups, injections, egg-laying: it mastered them all. Even when poisoning someone, it used ten times the dose. Unfortunately, the prey it had set its sights on was super strong, super, super, super resistant. The tentacle didn't know what he was resisting. Wasn't the process supposed to be enjoyable? A thousand years later, they met again, and the tentacle still wanted to eat. But what greeted it was [Malevolent Shrine]. The domain expanded into a sea of corpses and bones, with jagged skeletons everywhere. The man was still high above it all. The tentacle was sliced into 108 pieces. But the tentacle was delighted. “I knew you were sentimental. You like familiar places and familiar food.” The newly grown tentacle twisted and coiled around the severed limbs on the ground, snatching them away. “But sashimi is off the menu.” “You need to take good care of your pregnancy and get some moderate exercise.” It blushed. “I'll keep you well fed!” Sukuna: “...” Advance preview: My Husband Toji's Ghost Became a Tentacle! After Fushiguro Sumire died, she discovered that she had come back to life, but she no longer had a human form. Instead, soft tentacles had grown from her body. She had become... a monster. Her life had been a mix of misfortune and a little luck. Her marriage failed, but her daughter stayed with her, and her family had a bit of money, so she got by. She hadn't planned on marrying again, but then she met a man willing to join her family, and they had a son. The siblings got along wonderfully. They were sweet and obedient, and although her husband was unemployed at first, he soon got his life on track. But just a few years later, she died of an illness. Fushiguro Sumire looked at her semi-transparent tentacles and the broken, blurry memories in her mind. She watched her husband, who had finally gotten his life together, fall back into ruin after her death, living in a state of dejection and utter indignity. This wouldn't do. She had to do something. Whatever it took, she had to get him back on his feet. She looked at her tentacled monster of a body and fell into thought. As she tried to figure things out, Fushiguro Sumire discovered that her husband had quite a background. His experiences were entirely different from hers, like something out of an urban fantasy story. That could work... Becoming a top-notch killer who hunted cursed spirits and cracked down on urban crime and curse users was a pretty positive path, too. She could think of it as being Batman. Who doesn't like Batman? Then Fushiguro Sumire saw her husband accept a job to assassinate a young student. Fushiguro: “...” That's a person! What are you doing? How are Tsumiki and Megumi supposed to pass their background checks later? She wrapped her tentacles around him and refused to let go, determined to stop all this. She may have wrapped them around the wrong place, but she did manage to stop her husband. Toji knew the dead couldn't come back to life. His wife had probably become a monster. But when he heard her voice again, his heart softened all the same. His wife... didn't seem to be a cursed spirit. His wife's lingering wish seemed to be for him to live a good life. Would she still exist once that wish had faded? Fushiguro tried for a long time, sweet-talking and humiliating him. She even ate enough supplements to regain a human shape, but her husband still lazed around beside her. There was only one last thing left to try. “Let's have three more kids in our next life, Toji.” The man wrapped in her tentacles let her feel his chest muscles. He seemed not to have heard her. “What?” “I said I want three more kids. You can give birth to them.” His wife looked sweet and bashful. Advance preview: Restricted Fiction, but Infinite-Flow Werewolf Wang Qingshui, a content reviewer, transmigrated. The System explained gently: [This is Green River's infinite-flow world. We've discovered a rule-breaking NPC from restricted fiction mixed into one of the instances. To clean things up, we'd like you to find them.] Wang Qingshui: “Got it, like Werewolf!” Wang Qingshui entered his first instance, a closed-off academy for people with supernatural abilities, where strength ruled and all sorts of species could be found. The System began its introduction: NPC No. 1 was a teacher, dressed in a suit and looking refined and chaste, but secretly had a slight addiction to certain bedroom activities. NPC No. 2 was his roommate, a handsome, muscular bad boy with hard snake scales along the side of his face, and occasionally... two tentacles would pop out. NPC No. 3 was the school doctor, warm and gentle, a powerful healer with two personalities and two abilities. His side gig was hypnosis, and he liked leaving psychological imprints on his patients. NPC No. 4 looked like a perfectly ordinary, handsome top student, complete with gold-rimmed glasses, but every now and then he'd pull out a slick, slimy tentacle... Wang Qingshui interrupted the System: “Wait. Is there really only one restricted-fiction character in each instance?” The System: [That's right!] [And be careful, Host. The creators of these instances are usually very hostile toward reviewers. You absolutely must not get caught!] Wang Qingshui: ... So I'm the undercover agent. But later, his cover was blown, and word got out that a reviewer had entered the instance. The alarm sounded, the meeting turned serious, and all the NPCs were summoned to vote on who the mole was. Wang Qingshui was on edge. Compared to this nest of perverts, he was sure to stand out. Instead, the NPCs started fighting, attacking each other and eliminating their rivals. “Isn't anyone going to ask me anything?” Wang Qingshui trembled off to one side. The fighting paused. Everyone looked at him in unison, then shook their heads together. “You?” On the meeting room screen, the instance records showed Wang Qingshui climbing into someone else's bed in the middle of the night, being held all night until his cheeks turned red, then clinging to the other person, reluctant to let go. His voice was soft: “You... really aren't going to do anything?” Wang Qingshui: “...QAQ” That was all to find the rule-breaking content! #QingqingAndShuishui #QingqingHasSoMuchWater [Instance: Voices of the Apocalypse] A beautiful mute boy vs. a Dragon-Ao Tian who awakened hypnosis / a great evil dragon who loves collecting bling-bling toys / an alluring otherworldly creature that tempts people into corruption... [Instance: Reflections in the Old Castle] A beautiful blind mermaid vs. a vampire with an extreme thirst for blood and pain / a puppeteer who loves tying people up / a fully transparent ghost with an insatiable hunger for skin-to-skin contact who likes to wrap people up / a magic mirror capable of shared sensations... [More instances unlocking...] Theme: Treasure life and live healthily. No matter what you face, keep striving forward.