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Tentacle Master (Book 3)

Ari Ito

First Kindle Edition, December 2016

Published by Fantasy Xtreme

Art by AngeroX

Copyright © 2016 by Ari Ito

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system—except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine or newspaper—without permission in writing from the publisher.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Other literary hentai books by Ari Ito:

Tentacle Master (Book 1)

Tentacle Master (Book 2)

Paranormal Defense Agency: The Arkadian Abomination

Paranormal Defense Agency: Nocturnal Nightmares



Warning: To fully enjoy Tentacle Master Book 3,

you will want to read Masako's prior adventures

in Book 1 and Book 2 first.


Chapter 1: What Are Friends For?

Chapter 2: The Fighter

Chapter 3: Food Poisoning

Chapter 4: Preparation

Chapter 5: Initiation

Chapter 6: Birthing Pains


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 you?”

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 you?’” Harumi 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 good.”

“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 too.”

* * *

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 begin.

“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.

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