Chapter 40: Open Play❤

"So this kind of soil can yield iron ore? That's news to us." The minister examined the brown soil with interest.

Hiro expected him to try dismissing Marissa's discovery, but to his surprise, the old minister beamed with excitement as he turned toward her symbiote.

"Excellent! This will create new job opportunities! I will call on the miners at once!"

Meanwhile, Cecile's team had already left for the second dungeon after delivering their report. Hiro was aware that they disliked the ministers and officials—not out of outright hatred, but rather a deep-seated discomfort.

The reason was simple: every time these officials spoke to them, their conversations always revolved around Hiro. They constantly probed, speaking in a way that made it clear they were searching for weaknesses.

The status granted by being a symbiote's host was enormous, but it came at a risk. The idea that anyone could become a host sounded too good to be true, and so the ministers couldn't help but test the waters whenever they spoke.

Marissa, with her noble upbringing, could handle it. Cecile and the others, however, could not.

"Ahem." One of the ministers finally spoke up after some deliberation. "I heard that Hiro can form a contract with any female host. In that case, to enrich Litmus, how about cooperating with neighboring lords?"

The air in the room tensed slightly.

"The daughter of Duchess Senestry seems like a good choice to secure trade for our iron ore."

Hiro noticed the subtle shift in Marissa's posture. The minister had finally taken the plunge and asked directly.

Normally, this kind of question was considered taboo in Litmus. Suggesting the transfer of a symbiote's host bordered on theft.

Symbiotes were regarded as special citizens with full human rights. If a symbiote was dissatisfied with its host, it could request to be paired with someone else—but the choice was always left to the symbiote.

Hiro, however, was a unique case. He could simply use mitosis to create new symbiotes, potentially infecting as many hosts as he desired.

Technically, it didn't even have to be a female host…

But Hiro had zero interest in burly men.

"Minister," Marissa's voice cut through the air, calm but firm. "Hiro is not a tool."

She let the words linger, making sure the message was clear before continuing.

"If you wish to introduce someone, they must come forward themselves. If both parties mutually agree, they shall be joined."

Her sharp gaze flicked to the minister.

"And I do not intend to use Hiro as a political tool."

A heavy silence followed.

"Please refrain from speaking of rewards or benefits when discussing Hiro's hosts. Hiro will choose whoever he wishes."

Hiro smiled internally.

Marissa had shut them down—with authority.

"Of course. You are absolutely correct! My apologies—I meant no disrespect. I shall extend an invitation to the duchess immediately," the minister said, bowing slightly before excusing himself.

With the minister out of the way, Marissa returned to the stack of papers on her desk, her expression one of quiet determination.

Meanwhile, the sun had begun to set. The dungeon Cecile and her team were heading to was farther than the previous one, requiring them to set up camp for the night. Thanks to Hiro, they never had to worry about carrying tents or sleeping bags.

Hiro extended several tentacles, shaping them into sturdy tents. To blend them into the surroundings, he coated the outer layer with wood, making them indistinguishable from the nearby trees.

The girls couldn't help but get excited every time they watched Hiro craft their shelter.

"Hiro! Let's play!" Nana purred, her voice filled with seduction.

Hiro obliged.

He slithered onto Nana's chest, teasing her as he began unclasping her leather armor. Piece by piece, her clothes fell away until she plopped onto the soft flesh bed he had formed.

Hiro enveloped her, his tentacles caressing her smooth skin as she pressed herself against him.

"Nana… we're out in the open. What if there are other adventurers nearby?" Cecile's voice was filled with embarrassment as she hid inside the tent Hiro had made for her.

Unlike Nana, Cecile had only removed her leather armor and boots, still keeping her shirt and pants on.

"Hah… are you really going to play with Hiro again?" Rebecca sighed from her corner. "We're going to wake up late tomorrow. What if the dungeon matures while we're wasting time?"

"Oh, come on. The dungeon is right there. A few hours won't make a difference," Nana replied with a playful smirk.

"There's no way a dungeon will mature that fast."

Rebecca frowned but didn't argue further.

"Rebecca, you really need to relax," Elysia chimed in as she settled into the tent.

"If you never let yourself loosen up and let Hiro take care of you, he might start to hate you, you know."

Unlike Cecile, who was shy, or Nana, who was shameless, Elysia was somewhere in between.

She wasn't actively throwing herself at Hiro, but the faint flush on her cheeks and the way she shifted restlessly on the bedding told him everything he needed to know.

She was waiting for him.

"Ugh! I know…" Rebecca groaned, taking massive mental damage whenever anyone mentioned Hiro hating her.

Hiro nudged her cheek with his tentacle, and she hugged him in return.

"Do you… want to do it?" Rebecca asked hesitantly.

That single sentence killed the mood for Hiro.

He didn't want her to treat this like some obligation. He wanted to see her writhe in pleasure, to hear her breath hitch in anticipation—not to have her offering herself up halfheartedly.

Ignoring her for now, Hiro turned his attention to Cecile.

Tentacles sprouted from the tent's walls, slithering toward her.

"Hiek!" Cecile squeaked, startled.

She tried to dive inside the tent to escape, but Hiro didn't let her.

Her body was quickly swallowed by his embrace, leaving only her flushed face exposed to the cool night air.

Hiro's tentacles coiled around her voluptuous frame, teasing and exploring.

"Let me do it inside…" Cecile pleaded, feeling Hiro begin to undress her.

One by one, her clothes came off—her shirt slipping away first, then the belt securing her pants.

Though her body was now concealed within Hiro's tentacle cocoon, she knew the other girls were aware of exactly what was happening.

"No need to be shy, Cecile. There's nobody else here," Nana grinned.

Like Cecile, she was completely wrapped up in Hiro's tentacles. Unlike Cecile, however, she showed no hesitation.

Her face held zero shame as she shamelessly moved her hips, grinding against Hiro's tentacle.

Her subtle motions, the slight shifting of her shoulders, left little to the imagination.

She was losing herself in the pleasure.

Rebecca frowned.

She was about to dive into the tent to avoid watching, but Hiro stopped her.

He forced her to watch.

She wasn't getting out of this one.

Tonight, she wouldn't be a mere observer.

"Hnn… " Nana moaned, shifting her hips as she worked herself against Hiro's tentacle.

The feelers inside the tentacle cocoon heightened her pleasure, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Just as she was about to lose herself completely, Hiro tightened his grip, holding her still.

Nana froze, unable to move.

She whimpered, her disheveled face filled with frustration and need.

Like a trained pet, she obeyed—but her burning desire was clear in every shaky breath.

"Master…" Nana moaned, desperate as she begged Hiro to let her cum.

Hiro ran the soft feelers of his tentacles along her back, and she reacted immediately.

He frowned.

Her sensitivity had increased again.

At this rate, she might cum even if he did nothing at all.

Deciding to push her further, Hiro enlarged his tentacle and thrust it inside her all at once.

Nana's body arched in pleasure, her tongue lolling out as pure ecstasy took her.

"Argh! Cumming… Hah… Hah… S-So good… Master… ”

She was completely lost in it.

Hiro hadn't put her through any particular training these past two months.

He hadn't even been denying her climaxes on purpose.

Yet, somehow, her sensitivity kept increasing.

Why?

Nana had already accepted her role as Hiro's pet.

Ever since he broke her, she had understood that she belonged to him.

Her body responded to that—to him.

She believed Hiro was the only source of pleasure.

She expected every time with him to feel better than the last.

And Hiro never disappointed her.

Each night, he brought something new to play with.

The soft feelers he now used sent her into overdrive.

Even though Hiro never intended to deny her pleasure, the simple fact that he only played with her at night felt like denial to Nana.

And so, her lust grew stronger and stronger.

Unlike normal men, Hiro had no limit.

He could keep his tentacles going endlessly.

Being with him was like being with a man of infinite stamina.

And, without Hiro even realizing it, Nana's body had been trained further—pushed beyond its limits.

"Hah… Hah… Hiro… At least, do it inside…" she pleaded, her body still trembling from her orgasm.

Hiro let Nana rest and turned his attention to Cecile.

Her breath was already ragged.

Only her shame kept her from moaning as uncontrollably as Nana.

Unlike Nana, Hiro didn't fully undress her.

He only undid the buttons of her shirt, pulling her pants just low enough.

Even though she was completely engulfed by his tentacles, she could still feel her clothes sticking to her damp skin.

And that made it even more exciting.

Hiro's tentacles coiled around her chest, the soft feelers tracing along her breasts.

Delicate, hair-thin tentacles brushed against her sensitive nipples—light strokes, teasing, never enough.

Each stroke sent a sharp shiver through her spine.

Cecile bit her lip, doing her best to hold in her moans.

But pleasure was pounding her body into submission.

It was all according to Hiro's plan. He took his time, making sure not to give more pleasure than necessary. Overwhelming her too soon might break her.

"Hngh…" Cecile bit down on her hand, trying to muffle the sounds threatening to escape. As her limit neared, Hiro slid his tentacle inside her pants and entered her. Cecile quivered, the familiar hook of Hiro's touch on her G-spot sending her over the edge.

"Hmfh—" Hiro covered her mouth, preventing her from crying out, but the expression on her face made it obvious to Rebecca what had just happened.

"Did it feel that good?" Rebecca muttered to herself. It wasn't a question directed at anyone, just a thought escaping her lips. Hiro nudged her cheek, as if inviting her to experience it herself, but she remained silent, unwilling to voice the curiosity brewing inside her. Instead, Hiro turned his attention back to Cecile.

“Please… inside…” Cecile begged breathlessly. But Hiro didn't grant her request. Instead, he simply covered her eyes.

Cecile's face burned with heat. Even though Hiro's tentacles cocooned her, wrapping her body up to her neck, the moment her sight was taken away, she felt naked and vulnerable. It was as if every gaze in the tent was now on her. She could almost feel Rebecca, Nana, and Elysia watching—seeing her like this, exposed and helpless under Hiro's touch.

Her heart pounded wildly as a mix of shame and excitement swirled within her. She had just climaxed, yet her body was already responding again, burning with newfound need, even though Hiro hadn't even touched her most sensitive spots.

“Hah… Hah… No… don't look … please…" she whimpered, her voice betraying her own desires.

Somewhere deep inside, Cecile knew there was no real reason to be embarrassed. Rebecca, Nana, and Elysia already knew about her relationship with Hiro. She had even played together with them before. And yet… that was exactly why this thrilled her so much.

There was no real risk of being exposed, only the illusion of it. And that illusion made it all the more exhilarating.

Just as her breath hitched, Hiro covered her ears. Deprived of both sight and sound, Cecile's body became hyper-sensitive to his touch.

"Ah! Ah… AH!" Hiro thrust his tentacle inside her. Hiro had closed her ears. All that she could hear now was her beating heart and how Hiro's tentacles had caressed her.

Hiro thrust inside of her. She recoiled with every thrust.  The slight caress on her back, breast, and stomach added spice to the strong piston motion inside of her. Hiro didn't put any feelers or hooks on his tentacle. The piston move felt good to Cecile, but it didn't make her climax.

“Hah…Hah… Hiro… a big one is coming…” After more than ten minutes of playing, Cecile's pleasure had reached its peak. She had already forgotten that she was being watched. Her attention was focused solely on Hiro's tentacles.

"Ah..Ah… Cumming!" Cecile's body trembled as she let out her inner desire. After Hiro finished her, he enveloped her inside his tentacle before removing the tentacle from her eyes and ears.

Seeing that Cecile was inside his tentacle filled her with immense relief. She felt safe. Soon, She dozed off into the dreamland as satisfaction filled her heart. While Hiro grinned as he was able to keep her purity as a maiden.

The group then slept in for the day inside Hiro's embrace. While everyone fell asleep soundly, Rebecca was still awake. The scene of Nana and Cecilia kept repeating in her mind. She didn't see what happened inside the tent, but their face made her imagination go wild.

"Did it feel that good?"

Such a question lingered inside her brain until she finally dozed off late at night. Hiro smirked as fires of lust were finally lit inside of her.