Kawakami Tomie possessed an unparalleled beauty and charm. Her allure wasn't just in her face but in her flawless demeanor and figure, leaving no imperfections to be found.
From Muxiao Xiao's perspective, she was indeed stunning—her aura, figure, and face were impeccable. But in his eyes, beauties like Natsumi Sakura or Reina weren't far behind.
For Tomie, her beauty was most evident in her unique charisma—a strange, magnetic power that could drive anyone, young or old, to madness.
Yet, this power had no effect on Muxiao. Unlike other men, he wouldn't fall prey to her enchantment.
It was precisely this unique charm that made men willingly become Tomie's tools and captives. Even those who initially resisted her allure or felt disgust would eventually succumb. Tomie would tone down her vanity and pursue them actively, and through contact, even the most resistant men would fall to her spell, turning into simps.
That's why Tomie always boasted about being the world's most beautiful woman—she had the credentials to back it up.
Here's the strange part: men enthralled by Tomie, even those driven to madness, desperate to possess her exclusively, didn't crave physical desire. Instead, they turned violent.
Like Muto tonight.
Dismembering Tomie was her destined fate… Her bizarre physiology was indeed peculiar. But because of it, Tomie had never been toyed with by men or experienced intimacy—until today.
Hearing the tentacle monster's words, Tomie's heart raced. He's not planning to do that, is he?
As Muxiao's tentacles caressed her, her wounds slowly healed, preventing new Tomies from spawning. Watching her injuries miraculously close and her face restore to its former beauty, Tomie was stunned.
Regaining her captivating, seductive form, she opened her mouth to speak, but the slippery tentacles didn't leave her body. They glided over her tattered clothes, then slithered inside.
Her soft, delicate skin trembled under their touch. She tried to pull the foreign objects away, but more tentacles bound her hands and feet, rendering her immobile.
"Wait! What are you doing?! Let me go!!"
"Miss Tomie, you promised me, didn't you? I healed your face, and now you want to back out?" Muxiao tied the black-haired woman to the railing, his snake-like tentacle climbing upward.
"Eek!!"
Tomie was on the verge of losing it. When had she ever felt something so strange? Every man around her treated her with reverence. Even rich, handsome men never dared cross her boundaries. No matter how domineering or cold they were initially, they all turned into simps in her presence.
Even when jealousy sparked fights, they resorted to knives, not… this.
For Tomie, this was the first time an outsider had touched her skin. Humiliating! I'm the world's most beautiful woman, and I've fallen to this?!
"That's right! I'm backing out! A woman as beautiful as me doing something so disgusting with you? Let me go!!"
Muxiao didn't care. He'd expected Tomie's fickle, face-flipping nature. No one in the world could make her obedient—it wasn't realistic. So he let his strength do the talking.
"I knew you'd say that. What a disobedient pet. As your master, I need to discipline you properly." His tentacles rhythmically tightened, ignoring her shouts.
"You… ugh! You bastard! Pervert! Monster! You, you, you… ahh… stop, please, I was wrong, Master, I'm obedient, let me go~"
Her physique is so weak, Muxiao noted. Weaker than Natsumi's. Her skin felt fragile, as if designed to be cut.
All for spawning new Tomies? What a maliciously weird trait.
He didn't dare use too much force, afraid he might accidentally crush her. But after cursing for a bit, Tomie began pleading pitifully.
Muxiao didn't buy it, continuing unrestrained on the stunning beauty. Minutes later, Tomie stopped cursing, her lips parted as she panted, her body twitching unnaturally.
Her struggles weakened; she lacked the strength to resist.
Is this what it's like between men and women? Damn… why is my body reacting? So humiliating!
But… it felt good. She'd never experienced this before. Wait, he's not going to…?! No, no, no—
"Tomie, you're a selfish, vain, awful woman, but when it comes to this, you're surprisingly innocent," Muxiao grinned. "Pure as a virgin."
You jerk! I am a virgin! This is my first time!
"Haven't you done this with Muto?"
That broke her. She cursed weakly, "That disgusting, creepy old man? How could I do this with him?! Are you mocking me?! I've never done this with any man—no man's worthy!"
"You're right. No other man's worthy. Only your Master has the right to enjoy his little pet, don't you agree?"
"You… ahh!!!"
Tomie's pupils shrank. He's… really doing it?! It hurts!
Ugh, I'm Kawakami Tomie! To be… by this damn monster… and it feels so good.
Growing more comfortable, Tomie was on the verge of tears, unable to suppress the pleasure. Glancing at the tentacles, her face fell in despair.
Humiliation! I'm the disgrace of all Tomies.
This guy… the first in the world to dare toy with a Tomie. Damn him!!
"Phew…"
Muxiao exhaled deeply. With a wicked woman like Tomie, there was no need for restraint. Being a pure-love warrior didn't mean he was a saint. Besides, seeing her squinting and moaning, he thought, She's enjoying this more than I am.
After a long, drawn-out moan, Tomie collapsed, panting heavily, her eyes unfocused, drenched in sweat, basking in the afterglow.