Kuro no Maou - Chapter 335 First Kiss
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Chapter 335 First Kiss

Note from the author:

Tentacle and B.L. warning. Those who are not comfortable with this may read only the last 15 lines or simply skip to the next chapter, and the story will continue smoothly.

Note from translator:

This chapter was really, really unpleasant for me to translate. Enjoy the chapter, if youre into tentacles (you sick fucks). To the sponsors, if youre not into BL and tentacles, I sincerely apologize.

Yoshi

The inside of the narrow, solid tower is filled with a sickeningly sweet smell.

Ah... Ugh, ah...

Rough breathing and high-pitched moans that sounds like a girl in agony can be heard. And as if to drown those out, the wet noises of squirming tentacles echo around.

Simon is completely trapped by the Morjura right now.

His trusty weapon, the rifle with a dagger attached as a bayonet, has long since fallen from his hands and sunk into the oily mucus pouring out of the tentacles; it is as if the Morjura even wants to defile his very will to resist.

N-no...

Dozens of tentacles are wrapping themselves around Simons small body, as if teasing him. Morjuras normally act in groups, but this one is alone. It can slowly take its time to plant only its own seed.

Morjura tentacles are not particularly tough, nor do they have sharp claws or hard thorns. It has no instinct to tear through the shells and skins of the creatures it captures; it simply creeps around the body and searches for holes.

Simon is wearing his black academy uniform and the blue coat that he was wearing at the battle of Alzas. His clothes are not damaged, and not even a single button is undone.

Tentacles enter his clothes through the sleeves of both his arms and the trouser cuffs of both of his legs. Like a caterpillar crawling its way across a trees branches, it slowly crawls up his arms and legs. The Morjura seems to be enjoying the white, soft skin that could not possibly be thought to belong to a male.

He feels a squirming, writhing sensation beneath his clothes. At first glance, the tentacles look like flexible vines, but they feel similar to a persons tongue; it possesses the elasticity of flesh. The tentacles are slick with the aphrodisiac-laden mucus that they are constantly secreting. As they crawl around his body, rather than feeling like they are simply twisting around him, it is as if he is being licked by an enormous tongue.

Unable to bear this disgusting sensation, Simon lets out a scream that somehow sounds sweet and enchanting.

His skin is painted with the natural aphrodisiac and its heartburn-inducing stench fills his lungs, causing its effects to reach every inch of his body. Though his partner is a mass of repulsive tentacles, his brain is forced to generate pleasure signals. No matter how much he hates it, no matter how much he cries or screams, he cannot escape from the pleasure. Simon lets out yet another moan.

Haah, haah... Fuwah...

The tentacles even wrap around his thin neck. They do not strengthen their grip. The Morjuras goal is not to kill, but to reproduce; it would be pointless if its partner were to perish. The tentacles gently stroke Simons nape.

At the same time, they slip into his clothes even from his neck. From the collar of his shirt to the spaces in between the buttons, anywhere there is an opening, it mercilessly thrusts itself inside.

The tentacles caress his thin chest, crawl across his spine, lick at his belly button, and travel down even further below that

No, ah...!

And so, the tentacles that are now completely dominating Simons body all simultaneously begin their attempt to enter the hole that they have finally found. The foreplay has come to an end.

AAAAAAAAH!

An echoing scream. Feelings of disgust and rejection can still be heard in it. It is his last act of resistance.

However, though the Morjura is the most horrible, most disgusting rapist, it possesses the ability to drive a person mad with pleasure. When captured by a Morjura, such resistance is very short-lived.

Once actual penetration begins, it wont even take five minutes to conquer Simon, who is merely an Elf with no exceptional mental fortitude or poison resistance.

As if to disallow him from even screaming, the tentacle wrapped around Simons neck attempts to enter his mouth. Thick, gooey fluids are leaking from the tip of the tentacle that is as thick as a childs arm, as if it is eager to release its seed right this moment.

As the filthy tip of the tentacle rubs against Simons soft, cherry-blossom-colored lips and finally begins its movement to violate the inside of his mouth

Simon!

He hears a mans voice call his name from beyond the unopened metal door.

No way... Onii-san...

He can only assume that it is an auditory hallucination. His reasoning and self-awareness have long since melted away in the pleasure. Is his brain simply trying to show him some pleasant illusion?

However, as if to deny this possibility, he definitely hears his name being called once more, as well as the sound of the metal door being violently slammed against.

And in the next instant, with a deafening metallic sound, the door is thrown open no, it is broken down.

It is a solid door made of steel, but with astounding force, it is completely crushed. The door that has now become scrap metal flies forcefully into the tower, hitting the wall with a loud crash before coming to a halt on the floor.

Simon...

Standing in the now-unobstructed doorway is a large man. He has black hair and black and crimson odd-colored eyes. There is no way that Simon can mistake this persons identity.

He really came to save Simon however, that happiness lasts only an instant before being swallowed by a feeling of defeat.

Kurono is the first person who understood him, his best friend. And that is precisely why Simon doesnt want this horrible rape to be seen

Dont... look at me...

Simon...

A sickly-sweet scent that irritates my nose. A mass of tentacles writhing in the dim tower. And a person entangled and trapped inside it.

Dont... look at me...

A voice that sounds as if its owners heart will break at any moment reaches my ears, such an incredibly fragile voice.

Before I can comprehend what Simon is feeling to let out such words, my rage exceeds all limits.

Oi, you piece of shit, just what the fuck do you think youre doing to my Simon?

UOAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I even forget to arm myself with my weapons, and simply punch the monster violating my best friend with all my fury.

Of course, black magical power flows out and swirls around my fist. I dont need a precise image or complicated spell formula. The shortest, fastest spell I can cast, I dont even need to chant its name - thePile Bunkerflies straight into the Morjura.

It breaks through the layer of tentacles that have hardened up in a ball-like shape, and the magical power around my fist disintegrates the central organ within, which is beating like a heart.

As the tentacles reaching out towards Simon are torn off, the pulverized main body flies away and hits the stone wall. With a splattering sound, its flesh scatters messily like a squashed tomato.

Its gone and died in one hit, damn it. My anger hasnt subsided in the slightest, but I dont have time to worry about that right now.

Oi, Simon! Are you alright?!

Released from the tentacles grip, Simon collapses like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Get a hold of yourself!

The tentacles are wrapped around his body like countless snakes, and the sight is enough to make me feel physically ill.

Shit, how dare it wrap these filthy things around him...

The first thing I do is lay Simon on his back and pull out the tentacles in his sleeves, trouser cuffs and collars. Even though the main body is destroyed, the tentacles are still squirming around like severed octopus legs. If I dont remove them quickly, he cant be treated.

Ah... Ngh!

Every time I remove a tentacle, Simons body trembles and he lets out a moan.

His breathing is rough and his face is flushed, and his empty yet feverish, moist jade-colored eyes are looking directly at me. For a moment, I actually begin to forget that Simon is a male. Thats how charming his gaze is.

Damn it, calm down. This isnt it, I need to be more calm and think about the current situation!

Its alright, Simons definitely alive. I dont see any external wounds. His life shouldnt be in any danger.

Simon, can you hear my voice? Are you still conscious?

U, uu... Onii-san... Onii-sa~an.

He recognizes me. He doesnt seem to be completely crazy, but the Morjuras aphrodisiac appears to have circulated through his body quite a lot. I suppose thats to be expected, since his whole body is wet with this mucus.

The problem isnt just the effects of the aphrodisiac; its possible that the Morjura has released its seed into his body. If hes not treated quickly, it might be too late.

Fortunately, there were several Priests among the students, and once Nell gets some rest, shell be able to heal him as well.

And best of all, I have a bottle of antidote for the Morjuras aphrodisiac.

I prepared it just in case upon accepting that quest to become Rank 3, but I never imagined that Id be using it at a time like this.

This is an antidote potion, drink it.

As I take the potion out from my shadow, I raise Simons body, which is now clear of tentacles.

I take out the cork and bring the bottle close to his mouth, which is partially open and covered in saliva and mucus.

Ngh, guh *cough!*

However, unable to swallow it properly, he chokes and spits it out. As the spray hits my face and arms, I get a bad feeling.

Theres only a mouthful of the antidote potion. If you look at it one way, it means that only a small amount is needed to have a sufficient effect, but because Simon couldnt swallow properly, almost half of it has gone to waste.

Is it alright to just try to make him drink it again? No, if he cant swallow properly, isnt it dangerous to try to force him to drink it? But even so, the faster he drinks the antidote, the less likely it is that there will be after-effects

What am I hesitating for, I have to do it, right? Simon, Im going to feed you the potion one more time, so drink it properly!

I harden my resolve as I shout, and then empty the potion into my own mouth. I dont swallow it, I simply hold it there.

In other words, Im going to feed it to him mouth-to-mouth.

With no hesitation, I press my lips against Simons half-open mouth.

The sensation of my first kiss - or at least, it still feels like a kiss, even though it isnt really a kiss - is enough to make me feel like Im going to lose consciousness.

What is this, its really soft, are lips supposed to be this soft? I can smell not only the sickly-sweet scent of the mucus, but a feminine scent similar to Lily and Fionas.

Ah, damn it, get a hold of yourself!

I reprimand myself as I desperately concentrate to let the potion flow into Simons mouth.

Theres no point in giving it to him all at once. I have to give it to him slowly, little by little, so that he doesnt spit it out again.

Ngh NGH?!

In the middle of this, I feelsomethingwith the tip of my tongue and almost separate my mouth from his. However, I suddenly realize that Simon is holding my head tightly with both his arms and I cant separate our mouths even if I wanted to.

Its just like a passionate kiss between lovers... No, in this situation, you can actually call this a French kiss. I actually realized right away that the thing entwining around my tongue is Simons own small tongue.

I wonder what Simon is thinking or what kind of hallucination he is seeing right now.

If youre having a wonderful dream where youre kissing some unrivaled beauty, then please keep having that dream. It would be too cruel for you to know the truth. Including the fact that my heart cant help but to beat fast in excitement.

Before long, all of the potion that was in my mouth reaches Simons wriggling tongue and is swallowed successfully.

Letting out a long breath, as if taking a rest, our mouths separate. A string of our saliva with the Morjuras mucus mixed in falls between us.

After a moment, I realize that my own breathing has grown wild.

Haah... Haah... Onii... sa...

Simons eyelids close as he whispers to me. I dont know whether his stamina has given out or whether its an effect of the antidote, but it seems hes asleep now.

His breathing is normal and hes just letting out cute sleeping noises. I dont see anything out of the ordinary, at least.

... Hes saved.

As I watch Simons calm face while he sleeps, I finally get that feeling.

Thats right, I managed to save my friends this time.

Im glad, Im so glad. Im glad youre alive. I rushed here as quickly as I could, I dragged Nell into this mess, I exploited Merry, but even so, Im glad I made it in time...

As Im basking in my feelings of relief

GOAAAAAH!

An incredibly loud roar echoes out, shaking the tower.

What?!

I intuitively guess that a monster has appeared nearby. As I stand up to look outside through the nearby window, I realize just what kind of monster it is.

Ive never seen this monster before. But right now, the crimson left eye that I received from Mia flashes a bright red. This is unmistakably the light that signals my trial.

So youve come, Greed-Gore.