TTT Vol. 1 pt. 26

As great as it was to have something that could function as a penis, it came with a side effect that I hadn’t considered before.

I needed to masturbate frequently.

The phallic tentacle inside of my tail tentacle would swell up and, while I was able to hide it from others with ease as long as I never opened the tail’s bulb up, it would still feel uncomfortable even when hidden. The only way to relieve it of that discomfort was to slip away outside when nobody was watching, use the rest of my tentacles to jack it off into a bush, and then go back inside.

But that was only a temporary solution to the problem, and the problem was Lada.

My desire to do more than just cuddle with her at night grew by the day. Seeing her throughout the day with her breasts always on display filled me with an insatiable desire. If I didn’t see her, there wasn’t a problem. But every time I saw her, I had to go and relieve myself in private at some point later in the day.

It was impossible not to.

But at the same time, I felt guilty about it because she seemed almost increasingly distant. Distracted.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed it, either.

“You alright, Lada? This ain’t what I ordered,” one of the patrons said after she placed the wrong mug on the table in front of him.

“A-ah… sorry,” Lada said. “What did you order?”

It was the first time I ever saw her make a mistake and forget what somebody ordered.

“Hey, you look kind of red,” the woman next to the male patron said. “Have you been getting enough rest?”

“I—I’m fine. Thank you,” Lada said before politely bowing. “Um, if you let me know what you ordered, I’ll fix it. And… I have to find out who ordered this…”

Before she could even get an answer, she walked back toward the kitchen. She even left the wrong mug on the table.

That made me the center of attention as several nearby patrons turned to look at me while I was trying to sweep the floor.

Granny demanded on the place looking as spotless as possible even while full of patrons.

“Hey, you know what’s wrong with Lada?” the man asked me.

I used my board and marker to answer.

ASKED LADA. SAID

SHE IS FINE AND

NOT TO WORRY.

“Huh… well, something definitely ain’t fine there. I’ve never seen her like this before. Wonder if she’s sick.”

“Should we ask Granny?” the woman asked. Everybody in the village called her that as far as I could tell.

“Nah. There’s no way that old woman doesn’t already know. She’d never let something like that slip her attention.”

“That’s true. Well… if she’s not doing anything about it, then Lada’s probably fine.”

“Yeah. Might just be having a bad night. Maybe it’s her time of the month.”

“Oi. You don’t talk about a woman’s time around others.”

While those two started bickering with each other, I went into the back to check on Lada and saw that she was gone. Only Granny was there.

“Perfect timin’. You’re fillin’ in fer Lada. Gave her the rest of the night off,” Granny said.

IS LADA ALRIGHT?

“Don’t ya worry about her. Get these orders out there instead.”

I looked at the table that Granny pointed at and it was covered in plates full of food and mugs full of alcohol.

DON’T KNOW WHAT

GOES TO WHERE.

Granny shouted, “Ain’t it obvious?! These borin’ bastards always order the same things every day! If ya can’t tell what goes where than are ya even payin’ any attention ‘round here?!”

WILL FIGURE IT OUT

SORRY!

It was impossible not to jump to attention and listen to any command given when subjected to Granny’s shouting.

Fortunately, when I went back out into the dining area, the patrons were happy to help me figure out what went where as they shouted out to me for their orders.

Once the last patrons left and the place was spotless, I went back into the kitchen and saw Granny finishing up the final dishes.

YOU SURE LADA

IS ALRIGHT?

Granny sighed and placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. “Didn’t I already tell ya not to worry about her? If she ain’t willin’ to tell ya what’s wrong with her herself, then it ain’t my place to tell ya.”

So… Granny knows what’s wrong, but she won’t tell me unless Lada lets me know first? It’s probably not that serious then—wait, what if it is? What if she’s got some serious but private life-threatening disease?!

Too many theories revolving around Lada having a threatening-but-private disease flooded into my mind.

“Yer done for the night. Get outta here and let me finish these dishes,” Granny said while making a shooing motion with her hands.

That meant I could go and check up on Lada. She was probably in her bedroom, so that was where I went, and that was where I found her.

Lada leaned up in bed and looked at me with a bright red face covered in sweat. She looked far worse than she did earlier. “Is—is everybody gone?” she asked me.

I nodded and climbed up onto the bed.

IS LADA ALRIGHT?

Lada smiled and nodded while wiping her hands against the sheets. “I’m fine. Thanks. I… guess I haven’t gotten enough rest lately.”

ARE YOU SURE?

“I’m sure. Thanks. Are you ready for bed?”

I felt bad, but I wasn’t going to pry if she didn’t want to let me know what was wrong.

IS IT ALRIGHT TO

SLEEP IN HERE?

CAN SLEEP SOMEWHERE

ELSE.

Lada was quick to nod her head. “It’s fine. Promise. And… I would feel lonely if you slept somewhere else.”

As bad as I felt for her, my heart still throbbed when I heard that.

ALRIGHT. BUT LET

ME KNOW IF SOMETHING

IS WRONG OR IF

LADA NEEDS HELP.

Lada nodded again. “Cute. And thanks. I will.”

I wasn’t going to interrogate her or anything, so I crawled up to where she was and settled down on the bed next to her.

For once, she didn’t wrap her arms around me to cuddle with me. I actually got to use the second pillow she placed on the bed for me that I never got to use before due to her always smothering me against her breasts.

Between not feeling her breasts against my body and knowing that something was wrong, it was impossible for me to fall asleep even though my body was exhausted from another day of nonstop cleaning.

Once Lada fell asleep, I reached one of my tentacles over to feel her forehead. She didn’t feel too hot, so it couldn’t have been that. But if that wasn’t it, what was the problem? Maybe she was sick with some other illness that wasn’t detectable just by checking her forehead? I wasn’t sure.

All I could do was hope that she felt better in the morning. If she still didn’t feel better by then, maybe I’d be able to get my tentacles on a medical tome or something if there was one that just so happened to be around. Try and do some research. Maybe somebody in the town had some information that might help me.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again. Unfortunately, falling asleep proved to remain impossible.

I was so worried about her that I didn’t even notice her roll onto her side to face away from me, nor did I notice the rustling of sheets as she moved her arm. I did, however, notice when I heard what sounded like a soft moan escape her lips.

“A-ah…”

Even when moaning, her voice still lacked any significant emotion. But that wasn’t to say her voice was completely deprived of it like usual. She almost sounded feminine with her moan rather than like an automaton.

But only a little.

I just didn’t know if that was a sleeping moan or an awake moan. Though, going by what she said next, the answer became obvious. “I… need to keep my voice down,” Lada whispered to herself.

She must have believed I was asleep. In that case, was she only pretending to be asleep before? If that was the case, why? What did she have to wait for me to fall asleep for?

Also… what was that noise I heard coming from under the sheets? It sounded wet. Suspiciously wet. Sometimes I heard the noises in quick succession, and other times it slowed down. I also noticed that the faster the noises were, the more that she moaned.

“Nngh… a-ah…”

That was when I finally put the pieces together.

Lada, the girl who I believed was shy and innocent who probably knew nothing about sexuality—she was…

She rolled her body again, this time turning to face me.

I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep again before she could see me.

Her head was close enough and her breathing was heavy enough that I could feel her hot panting brush up against the side of my body.

“I’m… sorry I’m like this,” she whispered. Considering that she rolled over to face my direction, she had to have been apologizing to me, right? But if that was the case, why did she feel the need to apologize? “I… I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve tried so hard… but I can’t… I have to—"

There was something else. Considering that it was obvious what she was doing, and I could feel her breath against me, and knowing that she must have been looking at me while she was doing it…

It was impossible for me to not get aroused.

Not only did I feel my phallic tentacle grow warmer within my tail, but I felt it throb every few seconds as a pleasurable sensation built up within it.

The body I was in might have been new to me, but any man with working instincts knew what such a sensation meant.

A thousand different thoughts raced through my mind, but all that mattered was that I had something I could use as a cock and there was a woman masturbating right in front of me.

Is this… is this an opportunity? If she—if Lada is actually like this, then what would she think if I revealed I’m a pervert? Would she be fine with it? If I try something… could we do it tonight? After being teased by the sight of her every single day, is this finally my chance to do something about all the pent-up desires she’s created within me?

But even considering all of that, I couldn’t be sure with a hundred percent certainty that she would be willing to do anything with me. After all, she was a Chosen. Just a normal girl. Meanwhile, I was a Corrupted, or something resembling one at least. I had no idea what might happen if we did anything together.

And if I suddenly opened my eyes and revealed that I was awake, she might panic and stop what she was doing. I didn’t want that to happen, either. She clearly needed to relieve herself if her arousal was what caused her to act so distracted and out of it lately. That was the leading theory I had, anyways. It was the only one that made sense.

And I felt really stupid for not noticing it sooner.

The wooden sculpture… the way she talked about milking Korova… how she always cuddles me against her chest… have I been a dense idiot this entire time?

That was why I came up with an idea.

To confirm whether she would be willing to do anything with me, I slipped my cock-tentacle out from my tail and rolled onto my side to face away from her. This brought my aroused tentacle to throb against the bed in front of her.

I’ll pretend that I’m asleep. Guys get horny in their sleep, so there shouldn’t be anything too suspicious about me showing it to her… right?

I heard her stop for a moment, probably to wait and see if I was awake before I felt her breath against my tentacle.

“N-nngh… this… is too cruel,” she moaned. I felt her breath grow even harder against my tentacle as she talked, her voice growing just a bit louder. “I had no idea… you had something like this. How am I supposed to… a-ah… resist if you show me this? I—I don’t want you to learn how dirty I am…”

That was when I felt exactly what I was hoping for.

Lada’s soft, delicate fingers wrapped around the tentacle. A surge of pleasure shot through the tentacle, causing it to throb within her gentle grasp.

“It’s… getting bigger?”

I couldn’t feel it getting bigger, and I wasn’t looking to see for myself, so I just took her word for it.

“Just… touching it is okay, right? Just touching shouldn’t wake you up…”

I wanted to tell her that she could do a lot more than just touch it, but there was something exciting about pretending to be asleep while she touched me. I was more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted to me.

“I… shouldn’t, but when you show me something… so nice…” Another moan escaped her, this one even higher in volume and pitcher than the others as the sound of her playing with herself grew louder. It sounded like things were getting pretty intense down there with her other hand. “Y-you’re… so mean… always being so cute… it’s been so hard holding back… it’s… leaking out?”

Maybe I should try doing something with it. I wonder what would happen if I ‘subconsciously’ slid my tentacle down toward her—

Before I could even finish my thought about doing anything fun with that tentacle, I felt something warm and wet press up against the tip of the tentacle. Going by how it swirled around the tip before I felt something else wrap around it to provide a soft suction, it had to be her tongue and lips.

This girl was seriously willing to do all of this with my tentacle in my sleep.

Unfortunately, she pulled her mouth away from my tentacle after just a few seconds of sucking it. “This… is bad. That… tasted too good. I’ll get addicted if it tastes like that…”

The noises coming from her intensified even more.

First was her masturbating. The speed and roughness of her fingers was obvious from how increasingly loud her noises were. Next came her voice that grew in intensity alongside her movements. Unfortunately, this did come at the cost of her completely letting go of my tentacle. I felt her breath even hotter against it, but it seemed like both of her hands were dedicated to the task of pleasuring herself.

Part of me was tempted to let her do her thing without interrupting her. I didn’t want to embarrass her and make things awkward between us in case she regretted it all in the morning.

The other part of me was beyond aroused and wasn’t ready to let things end there for me after she teased me with what could be.

That was the part of me which won.

I rolled over and opened my eyes.

Lada’s eyes opened wider than I even knew was possible for her. They were full of shock, confusion, embarrassment, and she looked like she was about to cry. Probably from shame—guilt over what she did.

But the only thing she needed to feel guilty about was not going even further.

“I’m—sorry! I—” Lada shouted out, but I cut her off by pressing the tentacle against her lips while twisting my body from side to side. That was the only real way for me to shake my “head.”

Then I slid that same tentacle down over her breasts, which she had pulled out from her nightgown, and down to her crotch which was soaked with her fluids. Meanwhile, my arm tentacles reached behind me to grab the board and marker so I could write a message to her—a message that would, hopefully, alleviate her concerns.

While my phallic tentacle slipped against her lower lips, causing her to shiver and moan out despite her confusion, I held the board up to ask her,

CAN I?

Lada looked even more shocked than before after reading the message.

Then she nodded and answered, “Please…”

While she might have only seen me as useful when it came to helping out around the inn, I had every intention of proving that I could be useful in satiating her sexual desires, too.

So, that was exactly what I was going to do.