"Mmph!" Her free arm tugs at the slimy appendage as she tries to pull her head free. Hmph, what a bastard! They both stop before her room and she glares daggers at the man now groping and searching her body for keys. She manages a muffled growl of disapproval. Kanoe stumbles in as she is dragged into her own room. She gave no answer to his question but no one else was living in room. That only leaves her alone to suffer, lucky her. The witch continues to glare at the monster, tugging at the tentacle still.

He looks around her room, whistling a little to himself. The tentacle was easily tugged upon, but not easily removed. Still, it finally was extricated off of her, twisting in her hand before withdrawing into his sleeve.

Smirking, he turned back to her and held up the flimsy uniform. "You should wash this. It's kinda smelly... but hey, I figured I'd make you a favor. A treat like you, I'd want to visit often... but." He pauses, almost ominously, then smiles brightly.

"This can be your charm to keep me away! If you wear it during your classes, I'll keep away that day. See? It can be your... safety net." Grinning, he tossed the lithe uniform to her. "But if I catch you without, every hour will mean an hour again with me. Sound fair?"

She flicks her hand away, trying to get some of the slime off it. Her eyes narrow at the expression on his face when he held up the small uniform before her. The witch catches the uniform. Her hands clench into fists, threatening to tear the uniform in half as she clenches her jaw.

"It might rid of you but it will attract every other monster and staff member on this bloody island," She replies evenly, "Either way I would be spending time with something...unpleasant."

Kanoe manages to keep control though she was on the verge of igniting the fabric in her hands. He can't expect her to follow through with this deal. It was just an excuse for it to attack her again in the future.

He smirks at her. "You already attract every monstrous thing on this island. I don't think you have much more to worry about that then you already do." His eyes stray down over her body appreciatively again, then gives a little wolf-whistle.

"Besides, most monsters wouldn't catch sight of you during the day. It's much better than, let's say, leaving a smell around that would draw them like flies to honey. All in all, you could always wear a coat over it. Probably wouldn't get away with it during class, but I never did say you couldn't wear anything else, now did I?"

Winking lightly, he turned to admire some of the decorations, personal items, and other things in her room. Picking up a random book, he flipped through it slowly. "I'll even promise not to drag you to that cave, my little pad, again. You'll never see it if you don't want to, except maybe in your dreams. Much better than vanishing in the darkness... a fear I'm sure you had when I brought you by the first time!" He grinned impishly as he turned back around to face her, leaning towards her mischievously.

"You just said if you catch me without it that you will take me again," She replies, "Telling your little things can find me anywhere, I would have to wear it all the time."

And the only thing we can wear is a vest, that will not hide the amount of skin the blouse will be revealing. It disgusted her how this thing was trying to make this sound like it was ok. It was far from that. She was being trapped and he was purposely leaving her no options. But, even if she was dragged away, he would have to return her eventually. Though she doubts the school would look for her.

"Are you done giving me no choices?" She sighs, "I can do without the games."

He sighed lightly. "Meh... then if you wear it during your classes, I'll promise to stay away all day. I wasn't going to count the seconds you wouldn't wear it, anyway." He says dismissively, waving even the suggestion of such a thing aside. "But...I know about vests, but surely you could risk a little trouble for wearing a windbreaker on campus proper? You'd take it off during class, so I can't imagine they'd complain.

It was weird, but he sounded almost sympathetic. "Ah well. What you do with it is up to you. But I'll stay away as I said. If not... I suppose that's an invitation." He wriggles his eyebrows, grinning, and then runs his fingers across her shoulder... then forwards, looking for the buttons that would help her school uniform's blouse be removed.

"Do you really expect me to flaunt myself in that skimpy uniform for everyone in my classes to see?" She pulls away from his touch.

Seems he was not going to wait for the cave and just screw her in her own dorm room. The witch tosses the uniform off to the side. She was not going to wear it. It was insulting to wear such gaudy attire. The woman can't even stand the so called normal sized uniforms of Shokushu.

"Perhaps you should go find another student," She sighs, "I'm certain someone in this forsaken school will wear such revealing uniforms."

The woman continues to back up towards the door. Though she had no place to run to, it was better than standing close to the thing. She was not his slave and was not about to go wearing clothing it chose for her.

"Well... I was kinda hoping... in vain, apparently." He sighed quietly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Alright, then! I promised you another evening of fun and games, didn't I? If we have time, perhaps I'll convince you to wear this gaudy thing..."

Tentacles slide out of his sleeves, shirt and pants, and seize her wrists and ankles! He hoists her quickly into the air, spreading her legs and arms in the air as the other ends of the tentacles slide free and hurry up into the corners of the rooms' ceiling. It seems he really intended to take her, spreading her legs over her very bed!

"Ugh!" Despite knowing what was coming, she pulls and struggles against the tendrils anyway. She felt herself being pulled up off the ground as her limbs were spread far apart. Her wrists and ankles twist and tug, trying to slip out of the tentacles. But, despite the disgusting slime, these things had a good grip. She sees the tentacles stretching out and sticking to her celing, hanging her right over her bed. The dark witch could do very little but shut her eyes and clench her teeth shut. She just had to endure it and hope the thing gets bored with her eventually.

She can hear him make a snickering noise, and then suddenly she was pulled along further. She hears a door open, and then she feels the shower splash over herself. Ack! She's in the shower, finding herself soaked through her clothes quickly.

"I can see you've have had enough of that. Besides... there's more entertaining things we can do." She feels the water, which was warm at first, suddenly become ice cold as the hot water was turned off... "But before that, I thought we should share and tell a little more. You burned me before, didn't you? What was with that..."

The creature was laughing at her, all of them do. They enjoy seeing the witch be completely helpless before their strength. Hearing a door open, she opens her eyes to see her bathroom. She tugs at her bonds as she could guess what was coming next. Warm water sprays down onto her body. Her uniform quickly becomes completely drenched, heavy and clinging to her body. Her eyes shut to stop the water from spraying in to her eyes, the water soaking down her long raven black hair.

Kanoe's body jolts and struggles as the water soon became frigid. It did not take long for her to be shivering. Her body was aching as heat left her muscles and bones. That bastard was trying to draw forth more information from her. She clenches her teeth to keep them from shattering. Her breasts bounce and sway as she shivers in the monster's bonds. The witch was being stubborn, not wishing to give in further than she already has.

The tentacles slid over her body, the water slowly becoming warmer again as he turned it up. Suckers clung to her flesh, tugging at her thighs, her breasts, her hardening teats. Another fetched a pair of bars of soap, and began to suds up her body, cleaning off her skin and helping remove the residue and traces of slime off of her.

Hearing no answer, he chortled under his breath. "Fine, fine. Let's just get you looking good... and feeling clean and nice." Two tentacles slid down and pressed to her sex. Pushing into her slowly, they spread her out, water aiding them in inching deeply into her warming body. "But I got to wash everywhere..."

Her shivering slows as the water grew to a more comfortable temperature. It was still uncomfortable being soaked in her uniform but she had much bigger worries. The tentacles slide into her blouse and up her skirt. The witch gasps softly as suckers attach to her tender orbs and hardened peaks. She could feel the smooth bars of soap gliding along her wet body as the creature began to clean her.

Feeling two tentacles pushing and spreading her slit open, she began to kick her feet and try to close her thighs together. The woman grits her teeth as he feels her sex spreading to fit the two tendrils as they slide deeper and deeper into her being.

"Nngh...Ahh...Stop it!" She growls, "I can wash myself!"

He 'tsks' and tilts his head, watching her clothes ripple with his squirming tentacles. Once again her heavenly orbs were seized, molested, roughly played with. At her protest, he hands one of the soaps, releasing an arm and supporting her balance with the curve of a tentacle. "Please... go ahead..."

The soap is brought up to her full breasts, her blouse getting even more soapy than her skin. As soapy water sluices across and down her body, some of it is driven straight into her depths as the twin tentacles begin to thrust in alternatingly, making her body jerk and bounce a little...

The tentacle that was hoping the soap lifts up and wriggles in the air. "If you are going to wash yourself... you get to choose which hole this tentacle goes into." He says with a bemused tone. The jerk was having fun with small games like this.

"Ahh! Ahh! St-Stop it!"

The witch's body jerks with each thrust as they continuously alternate in and out of her wet folds. She nearly drops the bar of soap as her hand grips and loosens around it over and over. The woman grunts and moans in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body adjusts to the invading tendrils once more. Her breasts tingle as water continues to shower down on them. Her nipples throb, poking through the fabric of her blouse as the suction cups continue to tug and pull on her lucious orbs. Gritting her teeth, Kanoe had more than enough of this.

"I said stop it!" She cries out, throwing the soap at the creature's head.