TTT Vol. 2 pt. 1

Life was good. Well, it was good on most days. I was in a relationship with a beautiful woman who was kind, caring, cute… had huge tits and would wake me up with them every single morning, and let me sleep between her breasts every single night. Not only that, but she had no problem sharing me with her friend who had an even bigger chest, delicious milk to drink, and a sex drive that was almost as active as hers.

While me and Lada were definitely in a relationship, I wasn’t sure if Korova was included in that. Korova was more… a friend with benefits to us? Though that was mainly due to how busy she was. We didn’t get to frequently do anything with her because of how busy she usually was with her farm. Not to mention that she lived out of town while we lived in it. Sometimes we were tempted to go over there at night after work… but we were always too tired to make the trip there, and Korova was too tired from a day’s worth of hard work to make the trip over to us. So, we only got to see each other for more than a few minutes a couple of times each week. And when we did get to hang out for more than a few minutes, it was usually to have sex since she always wanted milked and then there was no way milking her wouldn’t lead into having sex.

That aside, everybody else was great, too. There wasn’t a single person who lived on the island that I had problems with. They were all kind and respectful. Good people. Everybody helped each other out and there was no worrying about the rest of the world. They lived in their own bubble away from everything and everybody else.

There were only two even slightly problematic people on the island: Dobrin, who was just always grumpy unless his wife was there to make him behave, but he was still good at heart and helped people whenever they needed help; and Granny, who was loud, blunt, insulting, but also basically everybody’s mother who genuinely only wanted the best for every last person on the island. Though, thinking of her as acting like everybody’s mother made it weird when remembering that she also slept with most of the men on the island.

That aside.

There were some bad days.

As much as everybody understood that Granny was actually just looking out for us, there were still times where she could go beyond simple scoldings and just… really make somebody feel like they were the worst person to ever exist. Her lectures were downright depressing rather than motivational half the time.

Then there were the patrons of the tavern. While it was true that everybody on the island was good, alcohol could do funny things to people. There were occasionally fights that would break out over petty reasons that required a lot of cleaning and fixing furniture afterward. The messes they made were messes that me and Lada had to clean up while Granny scolded them for their behavior. There was nothing like having Granny shout at somebody to sober them up in an instant.

Then there were the children.

The children of the island were great, wonderful kids. Playful, always happy, tons of fun to be around… but obsessive. I couldn’t really blame them seeing as how there wasn’t much to do on the island, but I ended up becoming one of their favorite people to play with. That included sometimes being used as a toy where I would have multiple kids tugging on my tentacles trying to pull me in different directions to get my attention.

Niko was responsible for that. He made sure that everybody on the island knew about what happened, the children included. All the kids came to practically idolize me. Now, the problem with that was that the more they liked me, the more they wanted to spend time with me and play with me, which meant that the less I got to spend time with Lada doing… adult things that were far too inappropriate to do around children.

Though, that did have a positive effect tied to it.

Lada loved seeing the children play with me. If anything, every night after she got to watch me playing with the kids, she was full of energy to do her best in trying to milk me dry.

I chalked that up to some sort of motherly instinct within her. Maybe she saw me playing with the kids, thought I would be a good dad, and then wanted to make me become one with her being the mother.

That aside, there was still the major issue plaguing the island, and that was the issue of the soul beast on the loose.

Nobody was able to find anything out about it. The village decided to put in a request for adventurers, but they needed a traveler to visit first so that they could take a formal request for help to somewhere that had adventurers who would actually pick up the job. The town had guards, but they were there to protect the island. They weren’t going to leave the island to search all over the surrounding islands in search of clues to find the soul beast. As long as the soul beast didn’t make it onto the island itself, they were doing their job and staying safe.

Me and Korova were the most qualified after the guards to go and hunt the soul beast, but Korova was busy with the farm and nobody wanted me to go off on my own, either. They saw what happened to me from the battle and didn’t want to risk it happening again.

So, until some traveler came by the island, we were all stuck staying cautious. Children were only allowed outside during daylight hours when all the adults were out and about, the guards barely got any sleep due to having to patrol more frequently with their already limited manpower, and many people struggled to sleep as they knew a soul beast could potentially attack at any time.

The good news was that not a single person was underestimating the severity of what it meant to have a violent soul beast on the loose nearby. That significantly increased the chances of everything being alright.

The bad news was that no travelers were expected to arrive for at least another few weeks. There was apparently a merchant who would travel to the island with an airship bringing foreign goods, but he only came every few months and his next visit was still weeks out. There was always a chance that somebody else might arrive before then, but the chances of that were incredibly low, apparently. It turned out that most people had no idea the island even existed.

While on the topic of the island, I learned where we were.

We were about as northeast as one could get. The main continent was to the southwest, and the village was on a small island in the middle of what looked like a sea of other floating islands. Most of the surrounding islands were significantly smaller than the one we were on, but there were a few larger ones to the south and west.

As it turned out, even though I felt like I crossed so many islands just to get to the one I was on… I was nowhere near close to the main continent. It would take weeks of navigating the islands trying to get there. And, even if I did get there, I’d still be in the wilderness. The next closest thing to civilization was the forest that the Elrafi called home on the main continent. In other words, the village really was in the middle of nowhere.

That also meant Niko’s story about seeing airships was most likely a lie. There was nowhere they could have come from that made sense. While there were some potential theories that could explain it, they were essentially just conspiracy theories that only spawned thousands of more questions. Hypothetically, it was possible that some airship was trying to travel from a western nation to a southern one without going over the continent for stealth reasons, but that wouldn’t require going all the way out past the edge of the world to do. And if they did do that, how did they get found? And why didn’t they try flying under the continent for even more stealth? Those were just a couple of questions for one potential explanation. I could have spent all day thinking of insane theories and the countless questions to accompany them.

And to be fair, I did do that. That was what I would do while keeping the tavern clean whenever Lada’s chest wasn’t within my sight to look at instead.

But, overall, life was good.

I didn’t really care about who I was before or what led to me ending up at the edge of the world. All I cared about was that I was making a new home for myself in the middle of nowhere with Lada in a village full of good people who accepted me. What more could somebody really ask for in life? Sure, I could have asked for my memories back, but those memories brought me more pain than relief to remember. Forgetting about my past seemed like the smart thing to do given how painful it was whenever I did remember anything about it.

Dobrin even told me before that my soul was heavily scarred with what were most likely traumatic events. Why would I want to remember any of that?

Other than all of that, whenever I was somehow completely free of having anything to do, I spent that time training. My training routine wasn’t anything too intense, but it involved trying to swing around the forest faster, changing directions more efficiently, lifting up heavier and heavier rocks and sections of fallen trees, and throwing practice with my tentacles. I also worked on that technique I used against the soul beast that included spitting my own stomach acid using my sucker tentacles.

It was also because of that technique that I always made sure to try and thoroughly clean my tentacles in water before using them on Lada or Korova. Even though I was ninety-nine percent sure that it was safe due to how quickly the liquid evaporated once outside of my body, I wanted to be as safe as possible when it came to others. Nothing good was going to happen if there was somehow residual acid left on those tentacles when I used them.

And with all of that aside… today was one of the good days. It was a tiring day—in fact, it was so tiring that me and Lada weren’t even in the mood for any of our nightly activities, but it was a good day. Nobody got too drunk in the tavern. Granny didn’t find anything to yell about. The island’s only teacher organized a special event to keep all the children busy. Some of the younger men in town volunteered to keep watch so that the guards could get a chance to sleep all day. Korova stopped by for lunch with me and Lada, which was incredibly rare.

Overall, it wasn’t just a good day, it was a great day.

And it got to end with me and Lada in bed together.

“I’m so tired… but I don’t want to sleep yet,” Lada said, her voice proving just how tired she was as she sounded ready to pass out at any second.

I held up my new go-to notebook to write a message to her.

YOU WORKED HARD TODAY. GOOD JOB.

“Thanks. But I’m disappointed.”

WHY ARE YOU DISAPPOINTED?

“Because… what’s the point of living if I don’t get to do lewd things with you every day.”

Lada also became much more honest, and bold, about her perverse nature. Though, she was as monotone as ever.

THERE IS A LOT MORE TO LIVE FOR THAN JUST SEX.

“I know. I was joking.”

She didn’t sound like she was joking. As endearing as her monotone voice was to me after growing used to it, it was impossible to know when she was joking or not.

ARE YOU SURE?

“No. Sex with you is my favorite part of the day. A day doesn’t feel complete unless we do it.”

WE HAVE THE REST OF OUR LIVES TO DO IT.

“I know… but I still want to do it every day for the rest of our lives.”

DO YOU LIKE ANYTHING MORE THAN SEX?

“Hm… yeah.”

WHAT?

Lada rolled onto her side and poked me. “You.”

COMING FROM YOU, THAT IS THE HIGHEST HONOR ONE COULD ASK FOR.

Lada giggled and wrapped her arms around me to hug me against her breasts like she always did at night before placing a single kiss against my head tentacle. “Let’s go to sleep. Maybe if we go to sleep now we’ll be able to wake up early enough to do lots of lewd things before Granny comes for us.”

SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD PLAN TO ME.

“Mm… okay. Goodnight, Tenta. Suck you in the morning.”

I THINK YOU MEANT “SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.”

“I meant both.”

I should have known better than to question her choice of phrasing. That just went to show how tired I was that I didn’t automatically assume she meant the right thing by saying she’d suck me in the morning.

NIGHT, LADA. WE’LL SLEEP SO WE CAN DO LOTS OF LEWD THINGS IN THE MORNING AND THEN WORK HARD TOMORROW.

“Can we just do lots of lewd things instead of working hard? Oh… we could work hard at doing lewd things?”

WE’LL WORK HARD AT DOING LEWD THINGS AND WORK HARD AT WORKING.

“Boo…”

DON’T BE LAZY.

“But I want to be…”

NO SEX IF YOU’RE LAZY.

“It’s cruel to even joke about that…”

IT HURTS ME AS MUCH AS IT HURTS YOU TO WRITE THAT.

“Okay… I’ll work hard at work, too.”

GOOD. I’LL DO MY BEST TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD FOR THE HARD WORK.

“Yay.”

NOW LET’S SLEEP.

“Okay.” She kissed my head tentacle again. “Night.” After that, she didn’t want to waste any time falling asleep so that she could pass the time to do lewd things sooner.

GOODNIGHT.

I didn’t want to waste any time, either.

Fortunately, I got used to sleeping between her breasts. Gone were the days of me being unable to sleep due to excitement from her chest. Instead, I found it impossible to sleep without being tucked between her breasts.

Life really was good.