Inside the Cave of Obscenity

"Haah, haah, haah... uuu"

Running through the passageway of the old temple, Mariabelle stopped to catch her breath and finally collapsed to her knees.

Her shoulders trembled and tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Onee-sama, everyone..."

The soldiers who were their guards were taken in by the Black Ooze. Fornelis, who destroyed the ceiling to let them escape. And her sister, who was captured.

When she remembered that, tears welled up in Mariabelle's eyes, and they became black dots on the stone floor.

She knew what it was like to fight.

There were companions.

There were sacrifices.

Even so, one must still win.

Because of the existence of monsters, conflicts between people didn't occur, and humanity's battle was to fight against monsters.

Therefore, they absolutely had to win.

If they lose, they die―― that was common sense.

But.

"I have to save them."

Muttering in a faint voice, Mariabelle stood up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress.

However, that common sense had been overturned. It had changed.

The Black Ooze needed women to increase their offspring, their numbers, and their race.

Men were taken in, women were violated and made to bear their children.

Although she had heard the stories, Mariabelle still had hope when she saw the reality.

Even though the monster had defiled her pure body, she knew that her sister and Fornelis were still "alive".

So, she said that she would help them, and Mariabelle roused herself.

Yes. She could help them.

Because they were not dead. They were still alive.

And only she could do it.

"Almost there, right?"

Trying to make as little noise as possible, she was moving her way at the left side of the wall, gripping her dagger.

If she knew that there was a trap, she could react to it as long as she was cautious. For some reason, Mariabelle felt that her senses were becoming sharper as she moved deeper into the temple.

Even before it attacked them earlier, she thought she had some idea of the breathing, feeling, and reaction of her companions who were moving forward with her.

She had not yet realized that it was the same senses that her father had felt, but all she knew was that her senses and reactions were sharper than normal.

She walked deeper into the passageway with a sense of anxiety.

She wiped the tears that occasionally expected to spill again with her sleeve, and felt a cold sensation. Realizing that she had shed enough tears to make the sleeves of her dress damp, Mariabelle slowly inhaled and exhaled.

"I'm going to save them."

She thought strongly.

She was seen as the daughter of the hero. She was wanted.

She had the same black hair and eyes as her father. She knew that she was the daughter that inherited her father's blood, and as soon as she could remember, she realized that everyone around her was looking at her.

For Mariabelle, she didn't know what to do if she was asked to take the place of her father, whose face she didn't even know.

At the same time, she understood by the time she was five years old that she had no talent for magic, despite having Leticia as her mother.

As the daughter of the hero. As the daughter of the great mage.

For the only black-haired girl in the world, that wish was too heavy.

It wasn't just people the same as her age. The adults around her, the old people who had lived for a long time.

They all imposed their "ideals" on her. Thus, she hated the world.

But at the same time, she wanted to answer that "ideal".

Mariabelle was a kind person. She was a good person.

It was because she had a strict but kind mother and an older sister who understood her problems, saw the world from the same perspective, and always pushed her back.

After all, a person's growth and character were not based on birth or bloodline, but the environment around them.

It was thanks to her mother and sister that she was able to grow up as a good person without being corrupted and with a dark personality.

She understood that.

Mariabelle knew.

So, she must not forgive the Black Ooze for taking both of them away from her.

The same was true for the hero who was summoned from another world.

He had no experience in fighting, had never wielded a sword, and knew no magic.

He was a boy with nothing, but he was able to get angry for the sake of others.

He fought not for himself, but for others.

It was the first step.

Just like her father, the hero.

Mariabelle was angry for the sake of her mother, her sister, and her companions.

For the first time in her life, even when others wanted her to fight, she felt something hot in her chest.

It was hot, it was painful, it was heavy... but it gave her the strength to move forward.

It was anger.

In a peaceful time, it would not be a good emotion.

However, in times of war, everyone had it in common.

Anger towards monsters.

With that in mind, Mariabelle moved forward to the deepest part of the passageway. She suppressed her impulse to help her sister, but she also knew that she absolutely had to help her, so she proceeded slowly and carefully.

While she was concentrating on the left side of the passageway, she saw something moving a little ahead of her.

It was a spider.

The spider, which must have made the temple its home, was large enough to fit in the palm of her hand, and she could see it climbing up the stone wall.

"――, ――"

She swallowed the scream that was about to go up and exhaled slowly.

She was not good with insects.

It was just that the many legs and unintelligible patterns on the body were disgusting.

She waited for the spider to climb up the wall and then resumed her progress. As she proceeded to poke the wall with her dagger, she suddenly felt as though the air had changed.

The surroundings remained dark.

The number of torches on the wall diminished as she moved further in, and there was only one torch every ten steps or so where Mariabelle was now.

In the darkness, the air changed.

A slight breeze blew and shook her black bangs.

"Is this the deepest part?"

She was right.

The light from the ceiling was covered, destroyed by the Black Ooze.

But it was the place where the goddess had descended and the holy sword had been laid to rest. The air had not been blocked in the slightest, and it was completely different from the air in the passageways of the temple they had been walking through.

It was a space that had been destroyed by the Black Ooze, but not defiled.

"...No way."

Grabbing a torch from beside her, Mariabelle walked deeper into the room. When she came to a piece of the collapsed ceiling, she fell to her knees.

The expression on her face was one of despair.

There was no sword, no proof that it was in the deepest part of the room.

But Mariabelle understood. She could feel it. Why?

She hadn't seen it. But she was sure.

Her flesh. Her blood. Her soul. Something deep inside her body was telling her to do something. It was pushing her back.

――It was telling her.

It was the deepest part. It was where her father's sword was.

The ceiling was so high that she could look up, and underneath the rubble that blocked the ceiling.

"Onee-sama, okaa-sama."

Mariabelle had no hesitation.

She dropped the dagger and torch in her hand to the floor and went to the rubble, slumping forward.

Then, without any hesitation, she began to move the debris.

Through the girl's thin arms. Large, heavy rocks were rolled away, and smaller rocks were lifted and carried away.

Strangely enough, no more major collapses occurred.

Was it a miracle, or did the goddess and the hero help her?

"Haah, haah."

Breathing unevenly, her fingertips ached. Even though it cracked her nails and cut her palms.

Even so, Mariabelle did not hesitate to move the rubble.

Just single-mindedly, in order to save. Her beloved sister, her mother's best friend who had let them escape. And her mother, who is still in the country.

The people of the country. This world.

In order to save them.

Mariabelle moved the rubble away―― how much time had passed?

Her hands, which used to be as white as white porcelain, were now stained with dirt and dust, and her fingertips were stained red from the blood seeping from her broken nails.

The sleeves of her dress, the hem of her skirt, her face, her arms, her legs.

There was no place that was not dirty.

But.

"……there it is."

At last, her face peeked out from the rubble.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a beautiful jewel. The decoration was golden. The hilt was protected by a tattered cloth that had been used for a long time.

The cloth seemed too dirty to adorn a holy sword, but it was proof that her father―― the hero―― had fought on the battlefield. It was proof that he had sacrificed his blood and sweat to fight.

It was not just the hero. His friends. The comrades-in-arms who fought with him. The monsters he defeated. And the demon king.

A cloth soaked with their lives.

Mariabelle grasped the handle with both hands, fearfully.

"――"

Her fingernails, which were cracked, ached and she almost shouted, but she held back.

Slowly. she grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands with a little more force. This time, she didn't raise her voice.

“…………”

She just gripped it and there was nothing special about it.

But Mariabelle understood that her heart was racing. It was as though a gong was being played in her ear.

Thump, thump, band, bang.

Her heart ached. It felt more like it was rumbling than thumping.

As her heart told her to do, she gripped the handle even tighter than before.

Strong, strong―― strongly.

Blood spilled from the wounds on her fingertips. A new stain forms on the cloth decorating the handle.

A red stain. A stain of blood. The stain of life......

That was the proof. Proof of the hero. Proof of being the daughter of the hero.

Blood.

"Ah."

It was a stupefying voice.

Immediately after, the scene that Mariabelle was looking at shook.

The pile of rubble and the hero's holy sword, which had been regaining its beauty, disappeared from her vision, and the strength drained from her body.

The pain in her entire body made her realize that she was rolling on the floor.

(I've been hit!)

By what?

No need to think about it. Using her momentum to stand up, Mariabelle slammed her back into the stone wall.

In front of her eyes.

The holy sword she found in the middle of the rubble was far ahead. In an instant, she had rolled to the left side of the room.

And beyond her gaze. In the place where Mariabelle had just been, the Black Ooze was descending from the ceiling.

It had hit her. On the ceiling.

Until Mariabelle cleared away the debris and found the holy sword. It didn't move, hid its presence, and just laid low.

The size of the holy sword was such that Mariabelle, still a student, could hold it in both arms. It was not that big.

The Black Ooze extended its tentacles to the holy sword.

"Stop it!"

Mariabelle was enraged at the thought of her father's holy sword being defiled and charged forward. The Black Ooze was not threatened by her action without any plan or weapon, and simply swung the tentacle extending from its body.

"Kyaaah!?"

She rolled on the stone floor like a branch in a storm, every part of her body was hitting the debris in the process, and when her momentum stopped, she coughed uncontrollably.

But she was lucky.

The dagger and torch she had just let go of were lying on the ground where she had blown off. The torch hadn't been extinguished yet.

She stood up and held the dagger in her right hand and the torch in her left.

"Get away from it!"

Mariabelle shouted without hesitation.

The dignified voice echoed through the empty passageways of the temple.

The dagger was held vertically in front of her stomach. Held the torch with her left arm outstretched.

For Mariabelle, who could not use magic, the fire from the torch was the only way to fight the slime.

The light from the torch alone could only illuminate one corner of the passage, and the Black Ooze could only be seen in the front.

Mariabelle gulped hard at the sight of it. Black ooze. Slime.

The monster that the warriors from a decade ago, threatened by the demon king, rated as "the weakest".

However, when she saw the "weakest" monster, her heart, which had been racing at the touch of the holy sword, calmed down as though it had been swallowed.

It was fear.

She couldn't use magic. She didn't even have a weapon.

Above all―― this thing had destroyed a country.

"Kuh."

Responding to Mariabel's voice, the Black Ooze extended countless tentacles to the holy sword, leaving only one tentacle on the back to react when the enemy approached.

"Stop――"

Mariabelle's voice was delayed for a moment by what happened, where the light from the torch did not reach, but the tentacles from the Black Ooze disappeared once it approached.

Not even ash remained.

The tentacles made of mucus disappear and fade away.

Same as before.

It must have thought that since someone other than the Black Ooze had touched it, it could touch it too, but it was not the case.

It made the supposedly emotionless Black Ooze slow down slightly. Perhaps it was disappointed.

An ability that could kill it. A power that could make it disappear.

Because the Black Ooze had taken in and made its own power, even the "power of magic" that could be called its natural enemy, it wanted a new power.

However, the power was still not in its hands, and it couldn't even touch the hilt.

The Black Ooze knew that the sword was a special sword of the hero, called the "Holy Sword". It understood, but it hadn't come to grips with its true nature.

The essence of the holy sword was to defeat monsters. It was a sword that kill monsters. The natural enemy of monsters.

That was why the "monster" slime couldn't get it or touch it.

But.

The Black Ooze increased the amount of tentacles that would intercept the enemy. Its back―― or perhaps it could already be called the front, since the direction of its attention had turned to Mariabelle.

Since it was a creature without a face or eyes, the concept of its front and back might not even exist.

Mariabelle then became aware that the Black Ooze's hostility was directed at her.

Sweat broke out and her heart raced.

She took a few steps backward, feeling a tightening pain in her chest that was different from when she touched the holy sword.

"Kuh."

However, she finally realized after all this time that a sticky sound was also coming from behind her.

Because she was too focused on digging out the holy sword, some of the parts of the Black Ooze that had been attacking Meltia had increased in volume and was coming towards her, completely blocking the passage.

It was like a huge monster swallowing the passage, or like a huge monster's mouth closing in on her.

The mucus dripping down was saliva. The chandeliers that were swallowed by the mucus hung down but did not fall to the floor looked like fangs hung down like icicles.

And beyond the darkness, where the light from the torch could not reach, was the throat.

Slowly, the mouth of the Black Ooze approached from behind. And in front of her, blocked by rubble, between her and the holy sword, was a small but intimidating slime.

There was no way out for Mariabelle.

She hadn't planned on running away, but the fact that she had no way out gave her the resolve to keep moving forward.

She re-gripped the dagger in her right hand and held the torch in her left hand tightly.

She can't die. She can't afford to lose.

If she didn't do something, her sister, her mother's best friend, her mother, and her country would be finished.

So she encouraged herself.

"Uwaaahh!!"

Mariabelle shouted and charged at the Black Ooze blocking the way to the Holy Sword.

It was a reckless move, no matter who saw it.

She hadn't tried to avoid it at all, but had plunged headfirst into the Black Ooze.

As expected, the Black Ooze reared its outstretched tentacle to the side and blew away Mariabelle, sending the girl's thin body flying through the air.

"Gah, ahhh!?"

She had a feeling that it lifted her up and threw her away, rather than hitting her.

Mariabelle was startled by the tentacle and confused by the pain in her arm, which was struck hard on the floor, but there was no sign of broken bones or physical injury.

As soon as she got up, she put the torch on the floor and grabbed her skirt with her free left hand, and ripped the fabric with her dagger.

The ripped skirt made a deep cut, revealing her snow-white skin under the black dress.

"Hindrance."

Mariabelle said shortly, opening and moving her legs widely as though to check the cut.

If Meltia or the castle attendants were here, they would have rushed to stop her action, but there was no one to stop her now.

Thinking about her next move since there was no one to see, Mariabelle dropped her hips wide, not caring that her underwear could be seen through the cut.

It was the stance Fornelis did when she taught her how to use a sword before they came to the temple.

But now that the cut had been made, her center of gravity was lower than it would be if she were standing still, making it easier for her to react to an immediate attack.

Mariabelle kept her hips low, caught her breath, picked up her torch and charged again.

The Black Ooze would intercept her action by swinging the tentacle as before. But this time, it was an attempt to catch her, but Mariabelle avoided the attack by lowering herself even lower―― so low that her face almost touched the ground―― and used her dagger to cut off the tentacle that was about to pass over her head.

The tentacle was not that thick.

Even with the short blade of the dagger and an amateur slash, she was able to use the momentum of its swing to cut it off. As it was, the end of the tentacle flew through the air and crashed into a stone wall that was not yet covered with the mucus, making a sticky sound.

(Okay.)

Mariabelle approached the Black Ooze without checking it, but the Black Ooze instantly produced dozens of tentacles, more than she could count.

The bewildered Mariabelle's body tensed in fear of approaching the Black Ooze, but her legs did not stop.

The body that tried to stop and the lower body that tried to move countered each other, and she fell to the floor with her momentum.

She fell on her shoulders, protecting only her face, but the force was strong that she almost lost consciousness for a moment. But as it turned out, that was a blessing in disguise.

The dozens of tentacles created by the Black Ooze lost sight of Mariabelle for a moment, and she was able to close the gap between them and the fall.

Then, almost on instinct, Mariabelle thrust the torch in her left hand into the Black Ooze's body.

It was a body of mucus. Even the torch could easily pierce it, and the fire from the torch was extinguished in an instant.

However, as the heat of the flames evaporated the fluid, the Black Ooze's entire movement was halted for a brief moment.

The Black Ooze had absorbed magic and gained resistance to both fire and ice, but it was only possible when it was protected by a barrier that also used magic.

If a flame was directly plunged into its body, like other slimes, its bodily fluids would evaporate slightly, and the Black Ooze, which had taken in humans and acquired a kind of will, would feel "something like pain" and its whole body would shake.

But it was only for a moment.

It was small damage compared to the mass of the Black Ooze, which could swallow even a country. It was a pain more trivial than the bite of an insect.

But in that instant, Mariabelle slipped past the Black Ooze and reached for the holy sword―― and when her fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the sword, she was wrapped by the Black Ooze's tentacles.

As though to push her back, Mariabelle's body was pressed against the stone floor and she was in a prone position, with tentacles entwined around her waist, legs, and outstretched arms.

The limbs of the girl in black were instantly fixed in a prone position.

"Ugh, let go!"

Mariabelle screamed out as she struggled to flail with only her shoulders, neck, and ample buttocks.

She was still holding the torch and the dagger, which had barely been extinguished, but there was no way she could get out of the situation.

The moment she was bound, she realized.

Defeat.

The chance of victory was gone.

There was no way for the bound Mariabelle to resist, and even if the Black Ooze didn't do anything more, she went limp from her flailing, exhausting her energy on her own.

"Haah, haah."

Breathing unevenly and sweating, Mariabelle looked straight ahead.

If she reached out a little, she could almost reach the hilt of the holy sword that she could see through the rubble. However, it was difficult.

She tried desperately to reach out with her right hand, but it was impossible for the slender arm of a girl who could not use magic to break free from the restraints of the Black Ooze, and she could only show a reaction to the extent that her right arm was stretching out.

Finally, everyone who came to the temple was bound by the Black Ooze, and the men were taken in.

Mariabelle, who had used up all her strength in her flailing, distorted her face at the realization, but still desperately tried to reach out to it.

A faint resistance. A pointless action.

The Black Ooze was aware of Mariabelle's desperate action, but dismissed it as futile and did not attempt to restrain her any further.

Its prey was already captured, and all that was left was to violate her and make her give birth to a child.

So, rather than restraining her unnecessarily, it began to act according to its instincts as a monster and a creature.

In other words, reproduction.

"Uwaah!? You, stop―― stop it!!"

A sharp voice that even her sister Meltia had never heard before echoed through the empty passageway of the temple.

It was a voice of urgency.

Mariabelle turned her head back, but she couldn't see the Black Ooze because she couldn't turn her head far enough to see it.

However, she could understand what was happening behind her.

The cool air hit her buttocks, rapidly cooling her sweaty skin.

She was sensitive to the flow of air that touched her directly―― a voice that understood that her skirt had been lifted.

In the pale light of the torch that lingered on both walls of the room, her white skin contrasted with her black, arousing underwear were exposed.

Her sweat-soaked underwear clung tightly to her hips, and her white skin, still untainted by mucus, glistened wetly due to sweat.

Mariabelle's face turned red at the fact that she was forced to expose her underwear, even though she couldn't see it, and she wanted to boldly swing her hips to try to get her skirt back up.

It was impossible for her to get her skirt back up to her waist with that much effort, and in fact, shaking her hips with her underwear exposed was an indecent movement.

Without realizing that fact, Mariabelle's body moved wildly where her breathing became rough, but her actions gradually lose power.

Naturally.

The physical strength of a girl who had never trained before was too low.

So, waiting for Mariabelle to run out of energy―― the Black Ooze swallowed her lower body in one powerful stroke.

"Hii!? No, don't eat me!? Noooo!?"

The lower half of her body, which had been in contact with the cold air, was swallowed at once and covered in sticky mucus.

Mariabelle let out a girlish scream at the sheer unpleasantness of it all. But even though she tried to escape by rampaging her body, her body, which had used up all of its strength earlier, would not obey her will.

In an instant, the mucus of the black ooze seeped into her dress and underwear.

It was not just that her skin was stained by the mucus of the monster, but the feeling of disgrace that seemed to enter her body through her pores was enough for Mariabelle's mind to wear out, who had never been in contact with a man of her own race, let alone a monster.

Goosebumps appeared on her back, neck, and arms that had not yet been taken in, and her ragged breathing turned into agonizing pain.

"Hii, hii, hiii――"

(It's entwining. It's clinging to me―― slimy stuff in my body... it feels disgusting... I, I hate this!?)

The feeling of something warm clinging to her lower body was horrifying, and Mariabelle screamed in her mind.

She could feel her teeth wobbling and shaking.

It didn't take much time for that shiver to spread through her body.

When she was made to understand what was going to happen to her―― even if she didn't want to―― she opened her eyes wide and shed tears without shame or embarrassment.

"No, no! You, you!"

Mariabelle struggled to twist her immobile body and somehow escape from the Black Ooze.

However, with her lower body swallowed by the mucus and her upper body attached to the floor with mucus restraints, it was impossible to escape.

She should have understood that earlier, but Mariabelle still moved her body with all her remaining strength.

As though enjoying watching her, countless tentacles were formed around her.

From the floor, from the wall, if Mariabelle moved her free neck to check, there was a swarm of tentacles that would fill her vision.

"……,………Ah"

The number of tentacles and their splendor made her cower and she could not even scream.

Nevertheless.

What came to her mind was her mother's smile from back in the day. The look on her sister's face as she pushed her forward and come to her aid.

(I have to get out of here somehow.)

Mariabelle twisted around vigorously and tried to forcefully remove the mucus restraints that bound her to the floor.

But――.

"Nghh!? Ah... ahhh. That's, that's!?"

As though to mock Mariabelle's refusal to give up, the tentacles created by the mucus-covered lower half of her body stroked up her bare anus.

As the sacred feminine flavor that no one had ever touched before was stroked up over her underwear, Mariabelle lets out a muffled scream and tensed up.

"N-not there!? Don't touch it! That part, don't touch it!"

The Black Ooze didn't understand her words.

The mucus in the lower half of her body wriggled noiselessly, and every time it did, Mariabelle would scream her throat out in fear as it assaulted her entire body.

The mucus made wet sounds as tentacles with a slight hardness rubbed up against her petals.

And it was not just her genitals.

It licked up her underwear as well as her anus, and her two feet, which were also covered in mucus, were invaded and licked all the way down to her shoes.

"Fuu, ugh... uuu, kuh..."

It was just ridiculing her. Just being stimulated.

Biting her lip as she thought about it, Mariabelle slowly got used to the stimulation. However, despite her disgust, the soft groping movements were not violent, and it was even gentle, as though to relieve the tension in her entire lower body.

Her upper body, which had not been engulfed, reacted with a twitch.

(No, no, no, nooo.)

Even though her heart felt so uncomfortable, the Black Ooze's caress was too precise.

The journey from Grabalt to the temple, the search for the temple, and the escape from the Black Ooze.

The fatigue that had built up in her lower body was released, and the muscles that had been tense, melted away.

The Black Ooze, who had taken in thousands of men and gained their memories, had thousands of ways to please a woman.

It didn't rush it, just let it happen.

To unravel the hearts of virgins who were timid and afraid of sex.

The Black Ooze took its time and slowly unraveled the lower half of Mariabelle's body first.

By the time the lower half of her body had completely exhausted, Mariabelle's eyes, which had been wide open in disgust, were downcast, and she began to exhale with a slight heat.

"I must not feel this kind of thing... I can't. I can't..."

(It's just unpleasant―― it's too unpleasant.)

But when the Black Ooze decided that Mariabelle's mind was completely unraveled, it pushed the tentacle that was licking up her crotch a little harder.

Inside the mucus body, the crotch part of her black underwear, which from the outside looked as though nothing had been done to it, slightly moved to the side.

"Uaahh!?"

It was as though a weak electric current ran through her.

And yet, the sweet, warm, gentle stimulation made Mariabelle let out an involuntary squeal.

Her voice was filled with color, a voice she had never uttered before in her life.

"Nnahh―― ahh, ahh... nghh."

(That's!? This, this is my voice!?)

Mariabelle was astonished, unable to believe the sweet voice she was producing.

She could not believe her own body, which should be uncomfortable being violated by a monster, but she was delighted and accepted it.

The tentacle didn't just caress it once. The tentacle repeated it again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

Each time, Mariabelle's upper body trembled, and her fingertips scratched the floor dejectedly.

The dagger and torch were no longer in her hand.

They had already fallen out of her hands without her even being aware of it.

The tentacle licked up her crotch.

Then a new tentacle was created, it stimulated her anus, sucking it up so hard that her underwear rose up.

"Fuahh, ahh..."

(My butt. In my butt!? How could my voice be so shameful.)

Her anus, every crease in it, was caressed and pulled and stretched.

When the sphincter loosened even a little, a small amount of mucus would enter her intestines, but it would soon escape.

The trembling of her anus became even stronger as she felt the pleasure of it going in and out slightly through her underwear, and eventually, it jerked and shuddered to accept the mucus, even though nothing was being done to it.

"That's. That, I'm not..."

(I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it.)

It was repeated.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Even though her breathing was erratic, her skin felt good, and sweat that was different from the mucus of the Black Ooze dampened her upper body's clothes, the stimulation that rubbed up her pubic area did not stop, and finally, her lower abdomen began to heat up.

"Nooo. wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong―― this is wrong!?"

No matter how many times she cried out, Mariabelle's body convulsed with a sweet tingling, and she shivered as she bounced again and again.

"Fuu, fuu, haah―― haah, haah."

After a while, she couldn't even utter the word "wrong" and just let out a few hot sighs.

Mariabelle's upper body completely lost its strength and she slumped to the floor. Her feverish cheeks were cooled by the cold stone floor, and her nipples, which had hardened slightly despite the fact that nothing had been done to them, felt good against the stone floor.

She wiggled her upper body without intending to, and rubbed her black dress-covered breasts against the floor.

"Nnahh... ahh, ahh, ahh."

As time passed by.

Mariabelle's limbs loosened up, then her upper body trembled as she was thrown helplessly onto the stone floor, her lower body covered in the Black Ooze mucus, her buttocks thrust up to the ceiling, her pubic area hollowed out in the apparently empty liquid, her buttocks rubbed, her underwear shaking.

And.

The crotch part of her black underwear was completely shifted to the side.

(Ah, wha, what...?)

In the midst of her scrambling consciousness, Mariabelle regained consciousness at the stimulus.

"Ah ... ahh, ahh!?"

(In, in, insi- ahh, -de...)

While lying on the floor, Mariabelle opened her eyes.

But she couldn't do anything. she couldn't do anything.

Her ragged breathing could not restore her strength, and her flailing, twitching body was too weak to even move a finger.

Only the stimulation from her increasingly sensitive lower body―― the shifting of her underwear and the direct contact of mucus with her vaginal wall―― alerted Mariabelle's mind.

What appeared was a hairless flesh that she had hidden even from her family.

There was not a single pubic hair that girls of her age would have, only a single vertical stripe that opened up slightly under the Black Ooze's caress.

The fact that she was exposed, made Mariabelle blush even more, but she didn't have the energy to let out a cry of rejection.

(What, should, what should I do, what should I do!?)

She could feel the mucus entering her body.

Her body was loosened and melted by the pleasure, and she could feel it intensely.

Her underwear had been pulled down, revealing her asshole, and another tentacle then aimed at the hole there as well.

The flesh of her buttocks, which had been stimulated for a long time with the same movements as her crotch, twitched on its own inside the mucus.

When the tentacle touched it directly, Mariabelle's asshole opened its small mouth on its own.

Mucus entered through it, and after a while, it came out again.

Then a little more than before. It came out again, and went in again, just a little more.

Again, and again, and again. Increasing the amount of time inside little by little.

As she focused on the stimulation from her asshole, the tentacles that had slightly entered her virgin hole immediately went out and then back in.

To avoid damaging the hymen.

To not surprise Mariabelle's body or her mind.

Taking its time.

Slowly.

Not only her body, but also her mind would be melted.

And a little above the vagina―― the most sensitive organ in the female body. There was a change there as well.

The only stimulus it was getting was the rubbing of her underwear, but the pearl swelled up and pushed aside the foreskin to reveal its presence.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh."

She pressed her face against the mucus-covered floor, drooling from her parted lips.

The stimulation sent from the lower half of her body gradually became stronger.

It had been too pleasant so far, but now it was giving her even more pleasure.

At some point, the images of her mother and sister in her mind began to blur.

(No, no, no.)

Mariabelle cried out in pleasure and sorrow.

A new black stain was forming on the gray stone floor.

The thought of losing herself in pleasure and forgetting her family was more terrifying than anything else. At the same time.

(Inside... my vagina is hot, it's coming inside my vagina... it's waving...)

Her vaginal hole, loosened by the stimulation, easily accepted the intruder, and the tentacle, which was different from a man's manhood, invaded its interior while moving in waves.

It was in a shallow part.

It was the part that was loosened up by the stimulation.

Deeper than that was still tightly closed. But Mariabelle, who had no idea what was going on inside her vagina, felt hopeless as she thought that her body had easily accepted the Black Ooze's mucus.

"Ahh, hii―― auuhh..."

The movement of the tentacle as it burrowed and wriggled in the shallow part of her vagina caused Mariabelle to let out another muffled squeal.

But she didn't have the luxury of feeling embarrassed about it.

The Black Ooze, perhaps happy by Mariabelle's reaction, gradually intensified the movement of the tentacle that had entered her vagina.

It did not damage her hymen yet.

The entrance to her vagina remained open in the body of mucus, but it was only the shallow part that was being stimulated.

Again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again―― even though it was soaked in her love juices, her upper body was completely relaxed, and even her asshole was left open―― she was gently stimulated again and again.

"Nnghh... kuh, fu, fu, ah, ah, ah..."

Letting out breathing that sounded like a choppy gasp, Mariabelle scratched the floor with her fingernails.

The fact that she was carrying a dagger and a torch earlier had already vanished from her mind.

All that remained were the images of her mother and sister. That was all that remained.

It was all she could do not to forget that.

"Okaa-sama, onee-sama..."

People who she needed to save, was cut off. She only remembered the faces of her precious family.

At the same time, however, the stimulation from her vagina, asshole, and clitoris mixed with her thoughts of her family.

(The tentacle, it was looking for my weak point......)

Where in her vagina would cause a strong reaction for Mariabelle?

The thought was correct.

The Black Ooze looked for places where Mariabelle could feel pleasure, and if she responded, it focused on stimulating those areas.

It was no ordinary penis, not even a tentacle of flesh, but a mass of mucus.

Once she responded, a part of the tentacle deformed and continued to stimulate it over and over.

The tentacles that were now entering her were turning into mucus tentacles specifically made for Mariabelle.

"Ahhh!?"

Her voice leaked. It leaked out.

It was impossible to hold back.

Every time the mucus in her body stirred, a sweet numbness would hit her body, making her shiver. Even if she had been able to hold back her voice, it would have been impossible to hide her weak points.

The response of her vaginal wall was even more noticeable than that of Mariabelle's mouth, which was gently and sometimes violently enveloping the sweetly stimulating mucus.

It was as though it was teaching the Black Ooze about Mariabelle's weak points and at the same time begging it to give her more pleasure.

Unaware of the betrayal of her flesh, Mariabelle tried to keep her voice down, but when she failed, she let out a sweet cry.

(No, I'm going to help onee-sama, okaa-sama.)

She thought, but in reality, she couldn't even move one of her fingers.

The Black Ooze's movements were perfect.

It perfectly grasped Mariabelle's weak points and stimulated them.

The eyes that were focused on the monster with disgust, drooped, and the eyebrows drew a "C" like shape. Sweet sigh and drool dripped from her opened mouth and were absorbed by the Black Ooze's mucus that was spreading on the floor.

Her breasts, still unstimulated, rub against the stone floor, no longer hidden, and her upper body trembled in time with the spasms in her lower body.

"Ahh, hii... ahuu, ahh, ahh."

The deeper the mucus penetrated, the stronger the sweet stimulation she received, and her virgin hole moved as though to guide the abominable monster's tentacle even deeper.

When the tentacle judged that Mariabelle's vaginal flesh had become accustomed to the thickness of the tentacle, it gradually increased its mass and continued to stimulate her until she became accustomed to its thickness again.

It was the same with her anus behind.

With the anal opening, the amount of mucus entering her intestines gradually increased over time, and now the intestines no longer rejected the mucus, even if it was a little more than the normal amount.

The pleasure from her vaginal wall and her intestines made the stimulation from the lower part of her body even stronger, and it began to pressure Mariabelle.

After a long time of accepting the thick tentacles in her front and back holes, which she could not believe she was a virgin, the upper half of Mariabelle's body could not stop jerking and twitching, in direct contrast to the lower half of her body, which was trapped in mucus and did not move a muscle.

(My stomach, my vagina―― they are clogged up. It hurts, even though it hurts.)

Her brain was alarmed by the fact that there was a foreign object in her body, but her body accepted the pain, got used to it, and recognized it as a pleasant sensation.

As her thoughts and body clashed, Mariabelle's limbs trembled harder and harder while confused.

Her mucus-soaked black hair stuck to her skin, and she grabbed at the mucus with her fingers, which were scratching the floor, trying to hold something back.

But that was useless.

In direct contrast to her lower body, the spasms of her body grew stronger against her will, and the gasps that escaped her mouth grew louder.

The mucus in her vagina became more and more active with each passing moment, seeking out and reshaping Mariabelle's weak points.

"No. No, no, nonono. Do-don't pull it out!"

Her throat, which was slightly hoarse from moaning too much, Mariabelle screamed out loud.

At the same time, only her upper body twitched repeatedly, and her face looked up at the ceiling. Sweat splashed from the force of her spasms, and her messy black hair hid her expression.

The spasms continued over and over again.

"Fuu, ahh!? Wa, it. Wait, wait, wait!"

The thick, swollen mass of flesh stimulated the vaginal canal as it slipped out and then back in.

It proceeded to rub her sensitive mucous membrane, and as it scraped her inside, it exited again.

It was repeated.

Again and again, and again.

"Stop it. Stop it already!?"

The part it was stimulating was still the same, just at the entrance.

But for the virgin, that was the worst part. Only the painless parts were stimulated, her weak points were fully exposed, and she was mercilessly tormented.

The stimulation became more intense and stronger than earlier. Only the upper part of her body trembled sensitively. It was all she could do.

It was the only place where Mariabelle could move freely. While her upper body convulsed with pleasure, her lower body, covered in mucus, did not move an inch.

As though time had stopped, her lower body remained intact while her upper body continued to twitch like a broken toy.

"It doesn't, it doesn't feel food, I don't feel good at aaall."

While trying hard to deny it with her mouth, Mariabelle's eyes were wide open and tears were flowing.

In the meantime, the tentacle that had been withdrawn was thrust back in. She was aware that, little by little, the area it was entering was getting deeper and deeper.

Her vagina, which had been accustomed to the sweet pleasure from the shock of violating her honey pot, brought the mana imbued love juices that were the Black Ooze's greatest delicacy, it spilled even more love nectar, and the Black Ooze absorbed the mana.

It was the love juice of the hero's daughter.

It was the power that could touch the holy sword.

"Hii, fugiii―― ahh, no, no. No more!?"

Mariabelle's upper body convulsed violently.

She didn't know how many times she had climaxed. Even so, the mucus from the Black Ooze did not stop, and continued to attack the lower part of her body that it had taken in.

Her anus, which was still open in the mucus, kept opening and closing slightly, indicating that the mucus was entering her intestines as well. Her clitoris, which had only been peeking out from her foreskin, was squeezed from the base and swelled up to look like a real pearl.

It was pulled left and right in the mucus, and each time it was pulled, Mariabelle's upper body reacted violently.

Not just her vagina.

Her entire lower body, her clitoris, the weakest point of a woman, was being stimulated, and each time, Mariabelle was being forcibly pulled to climax.

Her voice trailed off, tears and drool dripped down her face, and her upper body glistened wetly with the Black Ooze's mucus and her sweat.

The black dress that had absorbed the mucus stuck to Mariabelle's slim body, revealing her slender limbs underneath and even the shape of her underwear that covered her breasts.

The dress had already abandoned its role as clothing, and the sweat and mucus it had absorbed had made it heavy and impeded her movement.

"Fuu, haah, haah―― kuh, fuu."

The tentacle gradually made its way deeper into her vagina.

On its way, the proof that Mariabelle's body was untainted―― her hymen―― was just around the corner.

The increased sensitivity from her vaginal canal made her entire body numb just by stimulating the area around her hymen, and she almost let out a sweet scream as her virginity was about to be taken from her.

She hated herself so much that she desperately tried to keep her voice down, but even that didn't work.

In fact, her gesture of forcibly suppressing her voice seemed to add luster to her virgin flesh and add color to the brave girl.

She closed her lips and clenched her teeth together, trying to hold on, but.......

"――――Ugghhhh!?"

However, the Black Ooze easily penetrated Mariabelle's hymen.

She felt a tearing pain.

The pain made her arched her upper body, but in the next moment, Mariabelle plopped down on the floor covered in mucus again. She clenched her hands and struck the mucus floor with all her might.

It was painful. It should have been painful.

(It's a lie―― it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie.)

Her virginity was taken from her.

She was shocked by that, but more than that, she couldn't admit that even the stimulation of having her virginity broken caused her to climax lightly.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, so stop it!!"

That was true.

Her vaginal canal was bleeding from the rupture of her hymen, and the tentacle from the Black Ooze was causing her pain as it rubbed it.

However, the sweet stimulation had melted her body, and even the stimulation from pain had become a new pleasure that aroused her body.

Was it the effect of prolonged caressing, was it just the illusion of the new stimulation, or did Mariabelle have such "qualities"?

For sure, she was experiencing intense pleasure from the rough treatment, and the spasms in her upper body became more intense while she was screaming in pain.

"Hii, hii, nooo."

Mariabelle was climaxing.

Even though her head was facing down and her long black hair hid her expression, the twitching from her thin shoulders and the trembling from her upper body conveyed the intensity of her climax.

A new tentacle was created right beside her as she continued to tremble.

The mucus around Mariabelle gathered and formed a tentacle made entirely of mucus that contained more of her body fluids.

Tears, saliva, snot, and drool. And sweat.

The tentacle created from these bodily fluids extended near Mariabelle, who continued to climax, and extend to the hilt of the holy sword buried in the rubble in front of her.

It was getting closer.

Little by little. Little by little―― but.

The Black Ooze's tentacles were blocked by the holy sword's barrier three times now. The tip of the tentacle disappeared, and not even ash remained.

There was no pain.

But yes. But―― as though frustrated that it could not obtain the power, the Black Ooze's tentacle struck the rubble.

At the moment, the rubble, which had stopped collapsing in a perfect state, collapsed all at once, and it tried to swallow Mariabelle.

When Mariabelle looked up, she saw that the rubble in front of her had collapsed with her head clouded by pleasure. And the hilt of the holy sword was approaching in front of her eyes, pushed by the collapsing rubble.

The Black Ooze lifted Mariabelle up, trying not to hurt the mother, and tried to lift her up by removing the mucus restraints that were attached to the floor.

She was lucky.

It was almost the same time that Mariabelle noticed the existence of the holy sword and the Black Ooze released the restraints.

At the same time, she reached out with her right hand and grasped the hilt of the holy sword with all the strength she could muster.

There was hardly any strength in it.

It would be more correct to say that she held it rather than grasped it.

But that was enough.

The holy sword was a monster-destroying weapon given to the hero by the goddess who summoned him from another world. Its power had been stored unused since the defeat of the Demon King.

The strength of the holy sword's stored power could be seen in the fact that it had maintained a powerful barrier that repelled monsters even when its owner was not present and made them disappear if they try to touch it.

Now, Mariabelle, who may not be the legitimate hero, but she had the blood of that hero running in her veins, grasped the holy sword―― and a portion of its power erased the mucus of Black Ooze from the surrounding area.

It was not blown away by wind magic.

It was literally "erased".

The tentacles that were trying to help Mariabelle up, as well as the lump of mucus that was swallowing her lower body.

The entire surrounding area. The mucus that had covered the floor, the walls, and the ceiling disappeared.

Afterward, a dry wind blew.

Her hair, wet and stiff from the mucus, swayed in the wind.

The source of the wind was the ceiling, the light from the sky that had provided the holy sword with the light of the sun and moon in the innermost part of the temple that had been destroyed by the Black Ooze.

The fresh breeze coming in from the ceiling brought in a pleasant air as though to dispel the stench of the Black Ooze that had accumulated in the temple.

With a feverish and turbulent breath, Mariabelle took a deep breath. Several times. She took a deep breath and looked at the holy sword in her hand.

(Light.)

It was as light as a feather.

It was a sword not too different in size from the one the soldiers carried in the castle of Fonteau. The hilt was decorated, but the blade was no different from an ordinary sword.

But still, what could she say?

"Otou-sama"

There was a warmth there.

It was warm.

Mariabelle looked at her reflection in the blade of the sword, wondering if it was how she would feel if her father hugged her.

She thought she looked terrible.

Stained with mucus, red with excitement, and with tears in her eyes.

But.

"Thank you, otou-sama."

For the first time, she felt as though she had been saved by a father whose face and voice she did not know, and she cried again.