Tentacle Monster Reincarnation: I Will Protect the Heroines

They are desperately in their own way investigating the tracks so a derailment accident and such does not happen. The timing was the worst.

”...Well, it cannot be helped. Wayne-senpai, do you have time leeway?”

”Y-yes. I left early. This degree is fine. Yes, fine.”

Toward Niekawa who let out a small sigh, Grace smiled on the surface as usual.

It is fine, this much I can endure. Believing that.

But even now when the water balloon in her lower abdomen gave Grace a strong excretion desire, the train still does not move.

How long will the thing called safety confirmation take. Looking at her phone screen only about ten minutes have passed. But the sensation oppressing her lower abdomen stretches felt time, and she starts feeling like she has been waiting a whole hour already.

Zu, zu, a sound of something rubbing.

That is a sound from the chair. A sound of swaying her hips and rubbing the seat with butt flesh.

Her thighs sweat. Her breath gets rougher.

Sweat runs down the cheeks of looking-down Grace. What do I do, I gradually started having no leeway.

”O, oi... are you all right, Wayne-senpai.”

”N... wha, what, is it? I am. As you see.”

”I am worrying because it is as I see...!?”

Strange.

Certainly even if she received the ability’s influence, having this little leeway is impossible.

(They confirmed the tracks are wet with mucus, stopped. No way.)

The season is May. It is not hot enough to say hot, but it is a temperature where if you move your body you sweat, so the train windows are letting in wind.

The mucus that Monster Villain left. Is it vaporizing and riding the wind reaching here?

She looks around. Other women passengers are also frequently checking clocks. They seem to be receiving the remnants of the ability, its influence.

But they do not look as desperate as Grace. They only slightly twist their faces at the sense of discomfort in their lower abdomen.

The difference between them and Grace is the amount of remnants taken into the body.

Grace in a state transformed into a Sacred stepped into the place the Holy Water Monster Villain fought, a place where a large amount of mucus still remained.

She did not take it directly into her body, and on leaving she burned it all. The amount taken in is not that large.

But compared to the women here she ingested a large amount, and even if small she newly received the ability’s influence.

As a result the amount of water generated in the water balloon is far more compared to other women.

It is poured, it swells, slowly, slowly, yet certainly.

(Th-that is right. Explain the circumstances to a station staff and have them let me off. Explain the circumstances...?)

She starts to think it is a good idea and harbors a question.

Talking circumstances means explaining to another person that like a child I cannot endure pee, I cannot wait anymore.

Even if that is accepted and they open the door for me, even the figure walking to the station will be seen by people inside the train. The figure of wanting to go to the toilet so much I cannot stand it. The figure slowly walking desperately enduring an impulse that seems about to overflow...!

(No, no good, no good, that kind of thing...!)

Just imagining it her face seems about to catch fire.

It is fine. Even if they say they will stop, I cannot think it will take another hour or two from here.

Therefore I should be able to endure.

The clothes wrapping her body betrayed her who thought that.

The corset worn under her uniform. A thing that corrects from the lower chest to the waist. Because her chest is large, if she wears loose clothes she looks fat, so Grace wore her uniform in a form tightening around her waist.

Yes. By that the space for the water balloon to swell is also squeezed.

The swollen water balloon is squeezed by underwear that tightens the waist.

”Ah, nn... ku, u...!?”

At a sensation like her stomach being pushed gu, gu, her face color instantly worsened. She wants to take off her blazer and shirt right now and take off the corset. She shakes her head that she cannot do that in this kind of place!

She started to stretch her right hand to her crotch, hesitated at in this kind of place, and unable to resist the water balloon in her lower abdomen that keeps swelling and the enlarging discharge desire she put her hand inside her skirt and pressed her crotch.

That is like a child crying that she cannot endure pee, at this age this kind of childlike thing.

’Listen!? Basically Earth men are creatures who get excited by the opposite sex’s pee!’

No, on this side it was not only that.

With a flushed face she looks around.

Niekawa standing in front uncomfortably averts his face, and a late-middle-aged man sitting in the facing seat meets Grace’s eyes and hurriedly averts his gaze.

Others too, others too, the opposite sex is looking at Grace. Herself putting a hand on her crotch like a child and leaking pained breaths, the figure desperately enduring ”what men in this world get excited by.” Kaaaa, she understood her face is flushing.

(I, I. What, this kind of indecent thing in a place with people...!)

Doing something that would excite the opposite sex, in a place with this many people...!

Surrounding gazes turn to Grace, they stare at her body swaying her body, blood keeps rising to her face.

If saying which.

Surrounding gazes were directed at Grace’s face and skirt hem, thighs and such.

Because a good-looking girl with a flushed face leaked pained voices, and because she desperately pressed the front the skirt hem’s defense became sparse. She sways her hips, the skirt hem sways, though underwear is not visible parts that should originally be hidden inside the skirt become apparent. Thighs, butt flesh, chirari, chirari, appear and disappear to a seductive degree.

”Haa, haa, ha. A, nn, ku...!”

She looks down and drips.

Sweat, and seeped tears. Other things are never, never dripping. Now, still.

She presses her crotch, strongly, strongly. Because if she does not it seems about to overflow.

She sways her body. Her chest sways, and the skirt hem too, hira-hira.

That Niekawa does not say this and that is because what situation Grace is in now is obvious at a glance. Because he understands that if the opposite sex says this and that it would only humiliate, he strives to pretend not to notice.

Now that is welcome. Even though I am already full with myself I have zero leeway to answer this and that.

Time flows. One minute, two minutes. That feels like ten minutes, like an hour.