NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 134: Twin headed beast

Allen stood there, staring down at the crushed remains of the Abyss Cradle beneath his feet, the sea-murk lazily curling over the shattered glyphs like smoke underwater. His hand was still wrapped around Lunari’s, her fingers soft and webbed, her grip warm but slack like she didn’t fully grasp she was holding something real.

That voice—whoever it was—was gone now. Just gone.

Allen furrowed his brow, still looking around like it might echo back.

"...Wait," he muttered, "Who even are you?"

No answer.

"Hey," he said louder. "The voice. Light lady. Mind puncher. Glow angel—hello?"

Still nothing.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. "Cool. Awesome. Just leave me with cryptic riddles and a giggling fishbrain. Love that for me."

Right on cue, Lunari tugged on his arm. "Allen Allen Allen~!" she whispered like she was sharing a world-shattering secret. "I just remembered something super important."

He side-eyed her. "If it’s about seafoam again, I swear—"

"No no no, it’s even more important!" She pulled herself close, their faces inches apart. "Do you think coral gets bored?"

Allen blinked.

"...Coral."

"Yeah!" she gasped. "They just sit there for years! Not moving! Not kissing! Not even blowing bubbles! What if they’re all secretly screaming?!"

Allen stared at her, deadpan. "That’s your big thought."

She nodded enthusiastically. "We should throw them a party."

He rubbed his eyes with both hands and groaned.

"Let’s just get out of here before your brain forgets how to breathe."

He pulled her gently along by the hand, kicking off the crushed stone floor with a burst of bubbles as they started ascending through the water. The light above flickered faintly, filtering down from the sun-speckled surface far above. Seaweed drifted lazily like curtains around them as they moved, with bits of debris from the collapsed ruins floating up like ghostly confetti.

Lunari twirled like a lazy corkscrew beside him, her long greenish hair waving behind her like kelp.

"Did you know if you hum underwater long enough the fish think you’re their queen?" she said proudly.

Allen squinted. "That’s... not a thing."

"Yes huh! I did it once and three crabs started doing flips."

"They were probably having seizures."

"Nooo! They were dancing for me!"

Allen sighed and swam ahead.

The deeper trenches of the Cradle ruins began to fade below them, slowly giving way to more familiar parts of the ocean floor. Coral ridges jutted out like jagged fingers reaching up, and bright schools of fish flickered past in streaks of silver and orange. The water warmed slightly—just enough to signal they were rising toward the Turtle Village’s shallow zone.

Allen glanced up and could just barely make out the domed shape of Zuna’s hut far above, still hazy and distant.

"They’re probably wondering where we are..." he muttered.

Lunari gasped. "Oh nooooo! Do you think they’ll miss me?! What if they already ate dinner without us?! What if they forgot I existed and replaced me with a cuter Lunari named Bunari?!"

He stared at her. "That doesn’t even make sense."

"YES IT DOES!" she wailed, clutching his shoulders. "She’s got little bunny ears and she plays the shell flute and everybody loves her and—and she smells like lavender clam soap and has a perfect tail and—"

Allen floated there, completely still, letting her panic spiral until she finally trailed off into sniffles.

He gave her a small poke in the forehead. "You’re not getting replaced."

Lunari sniffled again. "Really?"

"You’re annoying enough that I’d notice."

She smiled, tears vanishing instantly like they were never there. "Awww~! That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me!"

He pushed off the coral wall and kept swimming upward. "Gods help me."

They swam in silence for a bit—well, Allen swam in silence. Lunari was mumbling to herself about how the "coral committee" needed to approve her new crab parade. He ignored it.

As they drew closer to the Turtle Village, Allen could see the vague outline of Fina pacing near Zuna’s hut. Rinni sat cross-legged beside her, boredly chewing on a stalk of seaweed, her rabbit ears lazily swaying with the current.

Zuna herself was standing sentinel near the stone gate arch—tall, regal, and unmoving. Like some kind of ancient statue carved from sea-stone. But even from a distance, Allen could feel her presence, stern and waiting.

He paused mid-swim, letting the current carry him slightly while Lunari continued to spin lazy circles around his head.

"...She’s still like this," he muttered.

He glanced down at her—smiling, carefree, a little too happy. Like the weight of what just happened didn’t exist in her world anymore.

"Still got the Cradle’s poison in her."

And he couldn’t shake the voice’s final warning.

It will only fade when the infected dies.

No. Not happening.

Not while she’s smiling like that.

Even if that smile was borrowed from madness.

Even if it was held together with frayed threads.

She was still herself. Somewhere.

Allen clenched his fist.

He wasn’t letting her drift away.

Not without a fight.

The coral shimmered above like an underwater mosaic, slowly getting brighter as Allen swam toward the Turtle Village’s outline. Lunari was still spinning lazily beside him, arms out like a drunk ballerina, humming some tuneless melody about "clam queens and sea tea."

"Can you stop spinning? You’re making me dizzy just looking at you," Allen muttered.

"But the water wants me to twirl, Allen~" she giggled. "It said I look like a kelp princess."

"It said that? The water? Really."

"Yes! It whispered it right into my left ear—oh wait, fish don’t have ears. Maybe it was my gill?"

Before Allen could hit her with another sarcastic jab, a deep, guttural roar thundered through the water like a volcanic tremor.

Allen’s body locked up.

The water around them shivered—no, it shrank, like even the ocean itself got scared.

"What the hell was that?"

Lunari blinked, then cheerfully swam over and latched onto his arm like a koala. "Ooooh! Is this a game? Do I hide now? Is it a chasey game?! I love chasey games!"

"No, you idiot—get down!" Allen hissed and yanked her behind the ridge of a jagged coral rock formation just in time.

The water churned with pressure. Something massive moved above them—an enormous shadow slicing across the filtered sunlight.

And then he saw it.

A beast.

Two heads. Both gnashing. Sharp, spiraling teeth. Scaly, ridged backs like ancient armor. Enormous fins that beat the water like thunder.

It looked like a deep-sea nightmare crossed with a prehistoric horror. The first thing that popped into Allen’s mind was—

"...Dinosaur."

Lunari gasped from where she was hugging him around the waist. "Dino... store?! What’s a dino-store? Do they sell tiny pants for big lizards?!"

Allen didn’t even blink. "How the hell did you mess that up in two seconds?"

But he didn’t have time to explain.

Because the monster’s eyes suddenly snapped toward their hiding spot.

"Oh shit."

The sea surged.

A whirlpool formed instantly—huge, violent, like the entire ocean decided to flush itself.

Allen grabbed Lunari, wrapping one arm around her waist tight as the force yanked them upward and sideways in a spiraling hell-current. "Hold your breath—!"

"I can breathe in water, silly!" she giggled, right before a crashing wave of spinning force twisted them both into the vortex.

The last thing Allen saw was the monster’s twin heads snarling as they dove straight down—

Then everything spun.

Colors blurred. Rocks and sea plants flew past. Allen tried to orient himself, but the whirlpool had him in a death grip. He clutched Lunari tighter, shielding her with his body as the pressure escalated.

The current slammed them downward—past cliffs, past caves, past glowing trenches that Allen definitely hadn’t seen before—and spat them both out into a dark, unfamiliar region of the ocean.

They hit the sandy seafloor hard.

Allen groaned, bracing himself on one elbow, and coughed up a handful of bubbles.

Lunari landed like a pillow, sprawled upside down, kicking her legs in the air.

"Wheeeeeeeee!"

Allen rolled onto his back and stared blankly upward.

"So. That happened."

Lunari flipped herself upright with a mermaid twirl and gave him a dreamy smile.

"Can we do that again~?"

Allen covered his face with both hands.

"Gods. Just. Kill me."

Allen groaned as he forced himself upright, blinking the blur out of his eyes. The sand beneath him shifted like wet pudding, and his head pounded from spinning like a washing machine stuck on demon mode.

"Okay... that sucked more than a succubus with braces," he mumbled, wiping the silt from his face.

Lunari was twirling nearby, giggling like she’d just been on an amusement park ride instead of nearly digested by a rogue ocean toilet. "Allen~! That was so fun! I think my tail did a loop-de-loop!"

"Great," Allen muttered, one knee planted in the sand. "Glad near-death is your idea of a carnival ride—"

SHK!

He froze.

A sudden, cold pressure stabbed into the back of his neck—needle-sharp, like getting kissed by an ice pick. His whole body seized. His vision blurred again, this time worse. Colors twisted. Darkness crept in at the corners.

"What the hell..." he slurred, the world tilting sideways.

"Allen?" Lunari’s voice cut through the haze, no longer bubbly, but trembling. "Allen, why’re you laying down? That’s the sea floor, dummy...! That’s not a bed!"

Allen’s limbs gave out completely. He collapsed into the sand with a dull thud, every muscle useless. His heartbeat slowed in his ears, heavy and distant.

Then came the last thing he saw—just before his vision blinked out.

Legs.

Long, spindly legs—four of them—clad in dark, shimmering scales. They moved silently across the ocean floor, unnaturally smooth, like they didn’t belong to any fish or beast he’d ever seen.

He heard Lunari’s breath hitch into a sharp inhale.

"No... don’t touch him! You’re not allowed to touch him!"

Her giggles were gone.

Only her frightened voice remained, crying out—

"ALLEN!"

And then—

Nothing.

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