Tentacle Monster Reincarnation: I Will Protect the Heroines

Frankly the specs are too different. Even if it were a human better at handling tentacles than me, breaking through that hard skin would be impossible.

But even so there are things I can do because it’s me.

Because—Tentacle Monster Villains are existences specialized in erotica.

The tentacles pulsed. The Growth Monster Villain’s teeth bit in—but this side was faster!

“If you say you feel nothing—I’ll forcibly make it a body that feels!”

Ah, yes.

A Tentacle Monster Villain is an existence with nothing in its brain but violating women—but precisely because of that there are things it can do.

“Corrode! Sensitivity three thousand times…!”

—The tentacles pulsed and aphrodisiac burst from the tips.

The tentacle that poured doku-doku down the throat was easily bitten off by the Growth Monster Villain. The tip of the tentacle botori spilled from the mouth.

But that was fine—I had done what I should.

The Growth Monster Villain was an existence without a sense of pain.

But not feeling pain did not mean it was insensitive.

In the original’s erotic scenes it leaked voices of joy and directed ugly smiles at the Sacred it was violating and talked to them. While violating it properly recognized women and Sacred.

It had no pain, but it firmly felt sexual pleasure.

Then the talk was simple.

“Become an erogenous zone over your whole body and turn your consciousness this way!”

Not with pain but with sexual pleasure, forcibly turn consciousness outward!

Then no pain doesn’t matter…!

“U, ha, a, aaaah—!?”

The Growth Monster Villain raised a scream mixed with confusion.

The aphrodisiac that made chaste virgins—Sacred who held vows and pride in their chests—pant like prostitutes was corroding the Growth Monster Villain.

Even Sacred who possessed powerful resistance to darkness were like that; it would work extremely well on a Monster Villain that did not have that kind of ability.

“You—!”

At that time, for the first time—the Growth Monster Villain looked at me.

You’re the one who did this.

“This is ba—!?”

I had only been thinking of means to turn consciousness outward and had not thought at all about what I should do after that.

The Growth Monster Villain raised its fist.

Bad; with my physical ability I can neither run nor block—

“Atel-san! Tentacles this way!”

—In that instant I immediately stretched tentacles in the direction of Knuckle’s voice.

A giant fist approaching before my eyes. But before it could smash my head, Knuckle grabbed the tentacles and pulled me with brute force.

With a roar I was thrown outside the crater and slammed into the ground just like that.

“Agu, ouch… my bad, you saved me…!”

“Heroes help each other—since I said it I’ll properly take responsibility.”

If you’re going to talk about helping each other can’t you help a little more gently!? I started to say and gulped it down.

That side had also been a sudden action, and more than anything I was the one who had screwed up. I could be grateful for being saved, but seeking more than that would be shameless.

I forcibly moved my hurting body and stood.

The earlier tentacles had been crushed in Knuckle’s grip, and the remaining tentacles were already only two. With this I probably could no longer fight properly.

But no problem—the actor who would take the stage from here was not the likes of me.

“Sacred Knight!”

I shouted toward the girl staring this way blankly.

“I reeled in his consciousness with these tentacles—the rest is for you to do!”

“I—”

“He’s your precious younger brother, right? You deliver the feelings!”

The Growth Monster Villain was staring this way.

At my figure—no, at the girl behind me.

“Even if the likes of me calls out, that child…”

But Knight did not move.

No, she could not move.

I did not know what the Black Knight had said to her, but the shattered heart had completely stolen the willpower to face the Monster Villain—her younger brother.

“…Kh! Listen, look at my form! Look at my tentacles!”

I took off the hood of the parka I had pulled down deep and exposed my own body.

The figure of tentacles wrapping around my whole body like a mummy and crawling. The obscene tips pulsing doku-doku.

“This is my desire. I held the desire to violate women as I pleased so I became like this!”

I want to violate women.

It is a desire every man of that age harbors, but the majority of humans do not become Tentacle Monster Villains. Because there are desires they should prioritize over sexual desire.

But I had fallen into being a Tentacle Monster Villain.

Because I was an ordinary fool with no other desire to prioritize, and yet my sexual desire was strong.

Is the form of a Tentacle Monster Villain ugly? Of course it is. Appearance is a mirror that reflects the inside.

“But he’s different—he said he wanted to become strong, that he hated his weak self, and became like that, right!?”

That—isn’t that a far cleaner, more correct wish than the likes of me.

“A brat who wants to become his sister’s strength, who therefore wants power, wouldn’t hate you!”

If he had truly resented his sister he would not have become a “Growth” Monster Villain.

I know. About Monster Villains, how many types there are, what kind of erotic scenes there are.

Therefore I can understand.

That her younger brother transformed into a Monster Villain with a top-class proper desire.

If it had been the situation Knight feared, the younger brother would have become a Multi-Arm Monster Villain. That type used for ryona-style erotic scenes of seeking strong power and feeling pleasure by hurting women could completely satisfy the desire to become strong while hurting his sister.

But he transformed not into “Multi-Arm” but “Growth.” He lamented his own powerlessness and wanted to grow more—a wish too proper to be called desire.

Would such a guy hate the sister who had been protecting him? Find her annoying? Don’t be an idiot.

“Therefore—put in spirit and stand, Knight.”

Because you’re his precious older sister, properly deliver your voice, convey your feelings.

“—Even I was able to regain my sanity; there’s no way a guy with a far more correct wish than the likes of me couldn’t.”

If you do that, he can surely become like me.

Even garbage who wants so badly to violate women with tentacles is able to become the Sacred’s strength like this now.

Someone who possesses a more proper wish than me couldn’t possibly be unable.

“I’ll help as much as I can too. Can or cannot doesn’t matter, we’re doing it—Sacred Knight!”

“Why—?”

With vacant eyes, yet while certainly standing, Knight asked.

Why go that far?

I’m the woman who burned you with flame, aren’t I.

“There’s no ’why’ or shit.”

Certainly being burned at first meeting still made me angry when I remembered it.

Watch a bit more before coming to burn, you’re too much see-enemy-kill-immediately, are you an Amazon—I wanted to say.

But even so.

I was aware I was garbage, and more than anything—

“I’m an ally of the justice of the Sacred.”

—I had skimmed the original, but I had at least read that the Sacred were seriously working hard for someone’s sake.

I didn’t want to see such them heading toward ruin, I ended up thinking that.

Therefore I became Vigilante Atel Octo.

“Knuckle, if he goes on a rampage lend me your strength! I’ll be smashed and die otherwise!”

“Roger! But properly follow up and properly make it succeed, okay?”

Though I don’t think we need to worry—it felt like she was saying that between the lines.

Ah, as I thought that trust is heavy.

I’m not that accomplished a human, and I’m not particularly capable. Being expected that much is troubling.

But even so—if I’m doing it, then until the end.

Put in spirit, Atel Octo.