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Chapter 578

Day 121 – Evening, White Weirdo Inn

Pitch-black darkness. The 「Ring of Darkness」 dark magic and light-blocking effect have plunged the entire room into complete blackness. You can’t see a thing, only the rustling presence of something slithering around, and countless tentacles crawling up the skin, slithering all over, tracing every inch of the body.

She came home oddly late, so I asked what was going on, and suddenly she started making underwear. Suspicious! Super suspicious! But right now I’m too overwhelmed by the bizarre sensation of being caressed by countless, writhing, brush-like strokes to focus on that!

Because I can’t see anything, my sense of touch is even more heightened. The sensation of being stroked and brushed over by countless fine tendrils makes my skin feel like my nerves have been stripped raw, hypersensitive. The magical threads, thinner than silk, stroke across me like paintbrushes, like the finest dusters, teasing my