Tentacle Monster Reincarnation: I Will Protect the Heroines

.....Memories that were not my own.

Experiences belonging to some unknown middle-aged man.

The moment those memories surfaced in my mind, what assaulted me wasn’t confusion or some omnipotent feeling from being reincarnated — it was excruciating pain.

”Ugh—— gah...!?”

It wasn’t a normal headache. It felt like something was swelling up from inside my skull.

The pain was so intense I couldn’t even scream. Then, the moment I saw the scene before me, it exploded.

”Rurrrrrrrrrrruooooooohhhhh!”

It was a grotesque monster letting out a bizarre cry.

A slimy creature that looked like a mix between a frog and a chameleon, with a reptilian texture. It was about the size of a mascot costume you’d see on television.

If that were all, it might have looked like some poorly conceived local tourism character — except for the long tongue it was using to restrain a half-naked girl.

The creature had suddenly appeared in the middle of town — or rather, it had likely dropped its disguise. The instant it revealed itself, it extended its long tongue and wrapped it around a female student on her way home from school. With a wet schlorp, the sticky tongue coiled around her thigh.

It groped the girl, who was still neatly dressed in her school blazer, and lifted her skirt as if showing her off to the crowd.

This being was known as a Monster Villain — creatures born after the day the demonic beings called Diabolic appeared from another world. They were monsters driven purely by desire.

Humans transformed by the Diabolic’s seeds of desire into Monster Villains. They acted on pure impulse.

Theft. Murder. Rape.

All restraints of conscience had been removed.

”No—— what... ah... nnh!? ”

The girl’s resistance was silenced by the tongue. Her flailing limbs were restrained, and the tip of the tongue forced its way into her mouth like a violation.

With wet, lewd squelch and squish sounds, the tongue toyed with her body, stroking her breasts and lifting her skirt even higher.

Her healthy thighs and lower belly were exposed, revealing pale pink panties. The onlookers’ gazes concentrated on her crotch. Even with a tongue shoved in her mouth, the girl let out muffled screams of shame.

——And I, seeing this and hearing her voice, stopped running. I didn’t look away.

I’m sure it was because I was a perverted scumbag.

I didn’t rush to save her. I didn’t run away out of fear for my life. I stopped because I thought, ”If possible, I want to see the girl get humiliated even more.”

Even though I knew the monster called a Monster Villain was dangerous, even though I could die, I gave in to my desire.

I wanted to see more of the girl embarrassed and exposed in her underwear. If possible, even more extreme things.

Desire overwriting fear, a faint sense of guilt, and the convenient excuse that my head hurt too much to move.

It can’t be helped, it can’t be helped — I told myself as I violated her with my eyes.

Of course, nothing about it ”couldn’t be helped.” I’m not saying you have to risk your life to save a girl, but staying here just to watch instead of running made me nothing more than a piece of trash, not an innocent civilian.

Still, there were plenty of other pieces of trash just like me here.

Monster Villains rape women. Each one, transformed from human desire, was unique. Even if there were similar types, they were never the same species.

Because of that, their desire to propagate the species — their breeding urge — was extremely strong.

Killing men came later. First, they would violate women. The Monster Villain stared at the girl with bloodshot eyes.

To breed — or more bluntly, to rape.

The onlookers peered in with anticipation, while the girl screamed and cried.

——In this moment, there was no justice here.

Only a monster of desire, us moths drawn to the flame of that desire, and the victimized girl.

There was only evil and tragedy.

”I won’t allow this—— That’s enough, Monster Villain!”

——No. That was wrong.

A clear, resolute voice rang out, denying that statement.

It was a girl clad in blue and pure white.

With long azure hair flowing behind her and large eyes sharpened like blades, she closed in on the Monster Villain and swung once. The long, sticky tongue was severed, and she scooped up the freed girl before retreating to safety.

She had a slender, graceful figure, and the skirt of her dress was long with minimal exposure.

Perhaps because of that, when her dress fluttered as she swung her sword, the brief glimpse of her thigh looked far more sensual than the panties of the girl who had just been restrained.

”Sacred Saber, here at your service! Monster Villain, I will not tolerate any further atrocities!”

Her words were dignified.

Yet they were also the lovely voice of a young girl.

The way she held her sword made her look like both a princess and a knight.

She was one of the Sacred — Sacred Saber.

A champion of justice who had come from another world, different from the Diabolic.

A heroic heroine who slew Monster Villains and the Diabolic while protecting the innocent.

——Seeing her, I certainly felt relief.