Tentacle Master (Book
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Published by Fantasy
Art by AngeroX
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Other literary hentai
books by Ari Ito:
Agency: The Arkadian Abomination
Agency: Nocturnal Nightmares
To fully enjoy Tentacle Master Book 3,
want to read Masako's prior adventures
in Book 1
and Book 2 first.
1: What Are Friends For?
2: The Fighter
3: Food Poisoning
6: Birthing Pains
ONE: WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?
It was morning when Harumi had finally roused from her stupor. She
looked at the nearby clock, realizing that she only had an hour
before classes were supposed to start. Remembering the previous
evening in a panic, she quickly patted herself down and found that,
to her surprise, she was fully dressed. Her breasts were even still
taped down. Had it all been a nightmare?
As if reading her mind, Masako stepped out from the shadows that
blanketed the far corner of the room. “Nope, it wasn’t a
nightmare, but I can understand why you’d think that. Hell, I did
too the first time I met Master.”
“Masako?” Harumi demanded with a start, instinctively squeezing
her legs together and covering her chest with her arms.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Masako sighed. “You can’t tell me
that you didn’t enjoy it, little Ms. Student Council president...”
Masako was right. It had been great, at least, until the tentacles…
“What did you do to my body…and what are
Masako laughed, “I just made you like me, though I admit I
may have gone a bit overboard with your boobs. Sorry ‘bout that,
but you’re back to normal now. Well, normal size anyway.
And, while we’re on the
subject, you’ve got a great rack—you should be proud of that.”
“What do you mean you made me ‘like
couldn’t help but notice that her pantyhose had been replaced with
black thigh-high stockings.
“Your body is now host to a symbiotic organism that propagates
itself by depositing its eggs into the wombs of human females,”
Masako explained nonchalantly. “In exchange, it can offer you a
mastery over your own body that you’d never even begin to imagine.”
To demonstrate, Masako picked up a box cutter from the shelf and slit
her thumb open.
“What are you—?” Harumi started to protest the self-mutilation,
but then watched as the cut instantly sealed on Masako’s finger.
“See?” Masako grinned. “And that’s not all. I’d bet I’m
strong enough to throw the boy’s judo captain like a softball.
Plus,” Masako’s grin took on a sly quality, “it can feel really
“What do you mean?”
“Well, whenever Master needs to lay eggs or feed, the tentacles
come out and,” Masako paused, as if savoring the very thought,
“it’s like sex, only so much better…”
“It’s not quite the same as being on the receiving end, like you
were last night,” Masako assured her, “but it’s—it’s
something else, almost indescribable. You’ll have your
chance this afternoon, so don’t worry. You’ve got that private
meeting with the vice president chick? She’ll be your first.”
“Aiko? No, I couldn’t do that to her!”
“Listen,” Masako slammed her hands down near Harumi and got in
the girl’s startled face, “you’re one of us now. Like it
or not, I call the shots.” Masako sighed, anger leaving her gaze as
she pulled away.
“But—but I can’t hurt Aiko.”
“If it bothers you that much,” Masako poked Harumi in the stomach
meaningfully, “you can just check out and let him take care
of the rest. Master will handle it. On the other hand, you never
know, you might enjoy it. People can surprise you, Aiko might like it
* * *
That afternoon, just as Masako had said, Harumi did have Student
Council business to iron out with Aiko. Unlike Harumi, Aiko was
popular, confident, and naturally talented at virtually everything
she did. Despite this, the gorgeous blonde still remained Harumi’s
best friend, and the Student Council president wanted no part in
violating her. Though, no matter how much Harumi hated to admit it,
she enjoyed when Masako had taken her by force. Now, sitting across
from Aiko in the dimly lit room as the sun set, Harumi could feel her
body getting hot. She bit her lip and resolved to fight the oncoming
urge. She squeezed her legs together, even as she felt the itch
“So, Harumi, I think that about settles the budgets for this month,
right?” Aiko glanced at her friend from across the table.
Jolted from her innermost thoughts, Harumi snapped back in her chair.
“Oh, yeah…” she responded with hesitation, not at all invested
in the mess of paperwork stacked before her.