Immediately after, I felt a scorching heat on my bare chest. Looking down, the magic array blazed with dazzling red light—forming a beam that shone directly onto Tashigi's lower abdomen. Accompanied by a sizzling sound like something burning, blue smoke rose from the spot illuminated by the beam. Tashigi—still in the throes of climax—screamed even louder, but it didn't sound like agony. Instead, it was an unbelievably pleasurable moan.
As Tashigi's climax ended, the red light and smoke vanished completely. At about womb-level on her lower abdomen remained a complex pure-black tattoo. It looked somewhat like an abstract heart formed by several intricate lines, with a pair of equally abstract wings extending from both sides—also made of patterns.
The entire tattoo appeared mysterious and noble—making Tashigi's flat stomach look even more enticing.
I felt an invisible connection linking me to this lewd tattoo. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense its existence. I tried mentally communicating with it—issuing a command to double Tashigi's sensitivity.
Instantly, Tashigi's reaction changed dramatically.
"Eee… ya! Ah… how… ah! It's too much… ah… stop… ohhh… ohhh~ I can't take it anymore!" Her response intensified more than twofold. Right before she climaxed again, I turned off the doubled sensitivity and set a "climax prohibition" command.
The moaning Tashigi gradually quieted—still panting heavily, but at least regaining some awareness.
I wasn't in a hurry—just watched her with great interest.
Calming slightly, Tashigi endured the lingering pleasure. She alternated between staring at the lewd tattoo on her abdomen and touching the lewd insect panties below. Finally, tears streamed down her face.
"You bastard… what the hell did you do to me!" Even through nonstop tears, Tashigi's gaze toward me remained stubbornly defiant.
I felt a headache coming. "Aiya~ calm down. Didn't you say not to take your virginity? So I sealed it for you. This way I won't lose control from desire and take it accidentally." I scratched my head—giving an explanation even I didn't fully believe.
Hearing this, Tashigi fell silent. At least this preserved her purity. That was good news for her.
"Rest well for now. I won't disturb you. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen for food. You can move freely around the ship. Tell me if you need anything."
Tashigi's emotions were unstable right now—not suitable to push too hard. Better to let her calm down first.
Leaving the room, I checked the time—over two hours had passed unnoticed. Stepping out onto the deck, the sky was still bright. I scratched my head—the waiting felt painfully long.
Just as I wondered how to kill time, a big man boarded the deck—followed by a woman in her thirties with an uneasy expression. One of the twelve pirates I sent to capture beauties.
"B-Boss… I brought a woman back." The pirate approached me awkwardly.
"Mr. Jess—is this the famous divine doctor you mentioned?" Before I could speak, the elegantly dressed woman stepped forward—addressing the pirate named Jess while eyeing me skeptically.
"Uh… yes, this lord is a renowned divine doctor. He can definitely cure your son's strange illness." Jess spoke unnaturally—secretly watching my expression.
Now I understood—this woman had been tricked into coming. What an interesting approach from Jess.
I began sizing her up. She looked around early thirties—quite beautiful in a refined, mature way. Her skin was impeccably maintained—clearly living a pampered life, giving her an air of nobility. My interest piqued slightly. I spread divine sense to scan her—clothes couldn't hide anything. Beneath the loose robe hid a pair of enormous breasts and a plump, round ass. Her waist and thighs were slightly thick but had no excess fat—evidence she maintained regular exercise.
I'd initially questioned Jess's taste—but this was actually a top-tier milf. My interest grew.
Jess—nervously waiting—saw me staring for too long and whispered in my ear: "Boss, real connoisseurs always go for milfs—they're flavorful. This one is among the finest."
Hearing that, I looked at this pirate with newfound respect. A true expert.
The premium milf—watching us whisper—lost patience. "Mr. Jess—you're not lying to me, are you? How can this yellow-haired kid be a divine doctor?"
"Lady Catherine, please calm down." Jess started panicking—glancing nervously at me. "Boss… what do you think… is this okay?"
Well, changing taste once in a while isn't bad. I finally nodded, waved my hand—removing the mental collar around Jess's neck. "You can go."
"Phew… thank you boss! Thank you!" Relieved, Jess didn't even glance at Catherine—he turned and ran.
"Alright—follow me. I don't know if your daughter is sick, but you look seriously ill. Let me treat you properly." Using telekinesis, I bound and lifted the mature woman Catherine—carrying her straight to the new tentacle room I had prepared.
All the way, Catherine cursed, cried, and screamed—giving me a massive headache.
Finally reaching the tentacle room—after two hours of expansion—the entire floor was now covered in a 30 cm thick layer of flesh, slowly spreading toward the walls.
With a thought, I tore Catherine's clothes to shreds—stripping her completely naked—revealing a plump, fair, mature body.
"Ah… no! What's happening! You bastard—don't look!" This finally terrified Catherine—she screamed even louder.
I placed her on the fleshy floor—positioning her in a kneeling pose and pressing down. The flesh beneath her legs immediately sank—engulfing her calves completely, leaving only the upper two-thirds of her thighs exposed. Lower legs were now trapped kneeling in the flesh—immobile. Then I released telekinetic restraint and pushed her upper body forward—making her fall face-down onto the flesh.
The moment Catherine's hands touched the floor, she found it unexpectedly soft—no support. In a daze, her hands sank in up to the wrists—then the flesh hardened again—impossible to pull free.
"Ah! What the hell is this! Let me go, you bastard!" Naked and kneeling face-down on the fleshy floor, Catherine could only vent her frustration through shouting.
"Lady Catherine has such great energy—but please quiet down. Your noise is troubling me." From the fleshy floor in front of her face, a tentacle extended—pushing into her screaming mouth and expanding—filling it completely, leaving no gap.
"Mmph? Mmph! Mmph… mmph!" Even with her mouth stuffed, Catherine stubbornly tried to scream—but only weak muffled sounds came out.
Then the tentacle in her mouth began pumping aphrodisiac. To breathe properly, Catherine had no choice but to constantly swallow the liquid pouring down her throat—leaving her no room even for muffled protests.
"Phew—finally quiet." Satisfied, I patted Catherine's raised ass.
But Lady Catherine wasn't happy. Four limbs trapped in the floor—mouth stuffed—panicked, she began twisting her body trying to struggle free. A pair of grapefruit-sized massive breasts hung from her chest—swaying wildly with her movements, creating waves of jiggling flesh.
I summoned another thin tentacle—pushing it into Catherine's defenseless ass—depositing a slime insect egg and accelerating its maturation with Desire Points. This made Catherine twist even more violently—clearly her ass had little experience.
The slime immediately hatched—beginning to absorb waste and expand inside her.
I love playing with enema on beauties—but hate dealing with the waste. The slime insect perfectly solved my problem. Once it absorbed everything clean inside her intestines—I could play however I wanted.
"Alright—after being cursed at for so long, I can't just take it quietly. Now it's my turn for revenge." From my spatial ring I took out a leather long whip—this whip had been soaked in potent aphrodisiac. Not only did it leave burning pain wherever it struck—the aphrodisiac seeping into the welts would cause maddening itch. The whipped person would come to crave the lash just to relieve the itch.
"What a lewd body!" Saying so, I lashed hard across Catherine's ass cheek. The whip cut through the air—leaving a long red welt on her fair, plump rear.
"Mmph!" The sudden intense pain made Catherine throw her head back—issuing a hysterical muffled cry.
"How can a lady be so rude!"
Crack! The other ass cheek received a symmetrical lash.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Catherine thrashed her head wildly—desperately trying to escape the unbearable pain.
This only fueled my desire to ravage. I continued mercilessly lashing her body without technique—randomly whipping her ass, thighs, back—each leaving vivid red welts.
After about ten lashes, I heard a trickling sound. Looking down—Catherine had lost bladder control. A stream of yellow liquid flowed between her legs.
"Noble Lady Catherine actually urinating in front of others—so shameless?" I whipped her ass hard twice more.
"Mmph~" Catherine threw her head back again—her muffled cry carrying a hint of pleasure. Probably because it hit an existing welt—temporarily relieving the itch.
"Is it my imagination? Lady seems to be enjoying it?" My sadistic desire surging, I continued mercilessly whipping this plump mature body—while constantly humiliating her with vulgar words.
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