V2: Chapter 174: Possession
With a low, suppressed groan, Philippa's body began to tremble violently. Her skin seemed to be sliced by invisible blades, and fine cracks rapidly spread. Then, a viscous, moist liquid gushed from these cracks—a symbol of her impending transformation.
Her eyes widened, her pupils flashing with an unusual light—anticipation of the coming change.
It all happened too fast, too suddenly. The king hadn't even had time to react. He seemed frozen in place, his feet as if glued to the spot, completely immobile. His mouth was wide open, a scream stuck in his throat.
Finally, the first tentacle burst through the skin's restraints, dripping with blood and slippery slime, writhing in the air like a snake.
Then, a second, a third…
More and more tentacles surged from all over her body, some long, some short, some thick, some thin, intertwining and twisting, completely enveloping Philippa's body.
In this process, her skin seemed to be infinitely stretched, yet under the pressure of the tentacles, it became incredibly fragile, on the verge of bursting.
However, amidst this chaos, a strange harmony gradually emerged. The tentacles seemed to possess life; they attracted each other, intertwining and entwining, forming an indescribable pattern, both beautiful and terrifying.
Philippa's face, blurred and distorted by the tentacles, became strangely sinister, but her eyes held an eerie, malevolent gaze, as if undergoing a solemn and sacred ritual.
Finally, the king's choked scream erupted, shattering the heavens. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. He knew that this situation was beyond his control; he had to escape.
“Duke!”
“Duke Brewster!!”
He was calling out to Duke Brewster outside.
Outside the door, Duke Brewster sat on the carpet in the corridor, his heart pounding with anxiety. Just as he was hesitating, he heard the agonizing screams from inside the room. Duke Brewster jolted, immediately standing up, his hand already on the doorknob.
“No…”
He silently lowered his hand.
His heart was in turmoil.
Finally, Duke Brewster took a few steps back, fleeing the doorway. Reaching the end of the corridor, he crouched down, facing the wall, and tightly covered his ears. This was Doris's instruction: if the screams inside the room were particularly horrific and he was truly frightened, go to the end of the corridor, face the wall, and crouch down; it would guarantee his safety.
Inside the room.
As the last fragment of skin slid from Philippa's body, she was no longer the gentle woman, but a foul-smelling, twisted tentacle. Her body was composed of countless tentacles, each radiating a soft glow.
She slowly rose to her feet, facing the full moon outside the window, and let out a long, deep roar.
The king trembled violently. Seeing no movement from the doorway, and his legs too weak to stand, he could only drag himself along, crawling swiftly on all fours towards the door, devoid of the dignity of a king, resembling a lame beggar.
“Your Majesty, why are you leaving?”
The viscous voice of the tentacles echoed behind the king. She writhed, the tentacles scraping against the floor, making a disgusting dragging sound.
“Didn’t you just say I was prettier than my sister? Now... why are you so afraid? Hehehe~”
A sinister laugh followed, and a pool of yellow liquid flowed from beneath the king.
The entire room was enveloped by tentacles, even the door was sealed shut by them. The king watched helplessly as his hope vanished.
It is all over.
He turned back, trembling, and actually tried to negotiate with a monster.
"You... you can have anything you want. If you want to eat people, I'll send you some beautiful women with delicate skin. I'm so old now, I... I... my flesh isn't fresh anymore, I..."
Philippa, perhaps tired of playing with him, or perhaps disgusted by the orange-yellow liquid, stopped teasing him and instead extended two straw-like tentacles.
The two tentacles suddenly shot out, pointing directly at the king's ears.
The tentacles moved faster than the king could have imagined. Like a nimble snake, they instantly crossed the boundaries of air and space, piercing the king's two ears with pinpoint accuracy.
At that moment, the king felt an unprecedented chill and stinging pain, as if a thousand tiny needles were simultaneously piercing his eardrums. He instinctively wanted to scream, but found his voice tightly gripped in his throat by an invisible force.
As the tentacles penetrated deeper, the king felt a strange energy begin to spread throughout his body.
That energy, like an electric current, rapidly traveled along his nerve endings, impacting every cell with an unprecedented shock and shock. His consciousness began to blur, and the world before him became distorted and unreal, as if isolated by an invisible membrane.
The tentacles roamed freely within the king's body, finally reaching the core of his brain. There, it began to interact and merge with the king's brain cells in an indescribable way.
The king felt his thoughts being possessed by an external force; every thought, every memory, seemed to be controlled and altered by this force. He tried to resist, but his body was as if bound tightly by invisible chains, unable to move.
Philippa had taken deep root in the king's mind, shrouding his thoughts and will in complete darkness.
The tentacle vanished, and the king, who had been lying on the ground, slowly rose to his feet, covering his nose in disgust.
"Disgusting. An old man who can't control his bladder. A young body is much better."
He pushed open the door to the room.
"Duke Brewster."
He immediately saw the duke squatting at the end of the corridor and greeted him with a smile.
"I'm going back to the palace. You'll need to clean this room yourself, okay? Don't let anyone else see it. I think Doris has already given these instructions, so I don't need to remind you again."
Duke Brewster turned around in surprise and saw the king, whose demeanor had completely changed.
"Oh, right," the king, who was about to leave, turned back, "the scene inside the room might be a little frightening. Don't get scared and mess things up! If you delay Doris's plans, she'll be very angry."
Author's Note
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