Coveted After Becoming a Monster [Quick Transmigration] 24p1

Chapter 24:

—Drip, drip.

Icy water fell, dripping onto the little octopus’s head, waking her up like a wooden fish being tapped.

The just-awakened little octopus wasn’t dazed for long. First, she shivered from the cold water, and then she suddenly felt a wave of pain.

The little octopus, whose memory was still of the soft pillow, was bewildered. A tentacle stretched straight up, prodded to the left, and found nothing. It felt to the right, and there was nothing there either. She couldn’t find the blanket she had pulled over her head last night.

Could it be that Ji Yulin took it off for her?

A chubby tentacle touched her forehead and immediately felt a head full of icy water. The tentacle recoiled from the cold, and she shivered.

With such a commotion, Li An finally sobered up a bit. She quickly wiped her head with a tentacle, then retracted and shifted, hastily changing her position to avoid getting drenched further.

But there was an upside to this. Her muddled mind instantly cleared, and various memory fragments flooded in.

The tentacles propped there couldn’t help but stiffen, then grew straighter and straighter, looking exactly like seven chopstick tips stuck there. Finally, with a thwack, the seven tentacles went limp. Like a ballerina doing a split in mid-air, she plopped down. Except for the one to the northeast that was broken, all the others were stretched out straight.

What did she do to Ji Yulin?!

The memories weren’t very clear, mostly just fragmented images. There were more memories from outside the town, but whether inside or outside, none of them were proper.

For example, she had dragged Ji Yulin into the bathroom bathtub.

The little octopus, with a thwack, raised a tentacle and covered her face as if plugging her ears while stealing a bell.

She, she, she, what did she do?!

Was it because she had regretted for a second before bed that she had only soaked for a dozen minutes, and then, as if sleepwalking, she had dragged Ji Yulin back in to soak?

The hot water, the woman wrapped tightly in her tentacles, and that bottle of shower gel, suspended in mid-air, that she hadn’t managed to squeeze…

A chubby tentacle stiffened and slowly moved down a little, revealing half an eye. It darted around, and with her excellent vision, even in the darkness, she accurately located the bottle of shower gel floating on the water.

The little octopus was silent…

Silently, she closed her eyes.

Before going to sleep, she was still thinking about how to be her honest, proper little octopus. After waking up, that dream was completely shattered. The word “hooligan” was already plastered on her face, and it couldn’t be washed off.

A raised tentacle hesitated, rising and falling, and then she remembered other things.

For example, she had both acted coquettishly and played the victim, coaxing and tricking Ji Yulin into taking her tentacle into her mouth.

One wasn’t enough; the others wanted in too. They jostled together, just like on the island that day, all wanting to go in, not a single one to be left behind, and for the exact same amount of time. They counted together, no one could have a second more, no one could have a second less.

She didn’t know if they had settled the dispute in the end. She only remembered Ji Yulin coaxing one, then the other, her black-stone-like eyes glistening with moisture, her lips kneaded until they were red and swollen. The clear, cold, bright moon had also been dragged into the mud, stained with the blush of desire.

“Slow down… baby…”

The low, muffled gasp seemed to echo in her ears again.

The hand resting loosely on her tentacle clearly wanted to stop her, yet it was afraid of hurting her, so it was more like an inviting hook. Occasionally, when a sucker touched her palm, it would press against it soothingly, the sucker contracting, leaving behind a bit of glistening liquid.

“Slow down, I can’t eat anymore.”

Her voice, hoarse from being stuffed, was unsteady, yet she was still trying to swallow.

But the tentacles felt no pity, only pushing further in. One severed tentacle wasn’t enough; the others followed, squeezing in. Even if they had to shrink and shrink and shrink, they had to squeeze in a little more.

The price of forcing it was the mist gathering at the corners of her eyes, the water droplets forming a string, sliding down her cheeks into her hair, soaking it.

“Baby…”

The memory hadn’t ended. The little octopus took a step and resolutely stood under the stalactite.

—Drip.

An icy drop of water fell, landing on her head, which was already as hot as a branding iron. With a sizzle, white steam rose.

She was finally a little more clear-headed.

One drop after another fell. The little octopus was so cold that she subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, but with a flick of a tentacle, she silently moved back.

Between the shameful memories and being too cold to think of anything else, she resolutely chose the cold water.

Human, octopus is going to become an octopus popsicle.

Not going home.

No face to go home.

Today, I’m going to sail with the fleet.

The cold water dripped colder and colder, but the memories wouldn’t let her go. In the next second, she remembered something else.

For example, the woman, held tightly in the embrace of the giant tentacles.

Her previously wet pajamas had been stripped off, leaving only a thick cloth wrapped around her slender body. Even as she tried to tilt her head back to dodge, it was a futile struggle. She sank deeper into the octopus’s embrace. Suckers caressed her beautiful face, her slender shoulder and neck. Her stunning lips were slightly parted, decadent and alluring.

The little octopus quickly shook her head.

Can’t think about it, really can’t think about it.

A tentacle subconsciously lifted, wanting to cover her head, but was quickly retracted by the cold. The little octopus guiltily moved a little to the side.

It was really too cold. An octopus popsicle couldn’t be made by freezing it all at once. Freezing it slowly would also work…

A tentacle moved again and again, finally reaching the very edge, where the splashing water could only touch the very tip of her tentacle.

The little octopus silently curled up her jio, forming a ball.

It was a little cold just now. I’ll warm up for a bit, then move back later.

Mmm…

I’ll definitely move.

The memories couldn’t help but surface again. This time, Li An had learned her lesson. Since she couldn’t suppress them, she forced herself to think of other things, for example, why she had suddenly become like that.

She couldn’t help but carefully feel the changes in her body.

Actually, on the ship, she had faintly sensed that something was wrong. When she had eaten low-tier mutated beast meat before, Li An could clearly feel the energy surging within her.

But ever since she had woken up from her deep sleep and could talk to others, her stomach had become a bottomless pit. No matter what she ate, there was no change, at most she would just sleep a little longer.

Li An thought and thought, and in the end, could only attribute the puzzle to the difference in this body, completely not expecting such a thing to happen.

At this thought, Li An couldn’t help but think of the dream she couldn’t wake up from.

Would Ji Yulin cut off her tentacles and transplant them onto someone else…

Ling Yun…

A clenched tentacle loosened and then clenched again. Her thoughts were in a complete mess.

Was it a dream, the future, or…

System?

Li An suddenly called out, calling for the long-gone system, but still no sound came out.

Was this also one of the punishments for her multiple mission failures?

Would she completely lose the system’s help in the future?

Then what were the previous dreams?

The little octopus had a flash of inspiration, and a thought suddenly popped into her head.

The memory of her last failed mission?!

A tentacle kicked off, and her eyes lit up. Before she could be happy for a moment, she was stimulated by the dripping cold water and immediately curled into a ball.

Wait, if this was the memory of her last mission, then the Ji Yulin in the dream and the current Ji Yulin, their personalities were too different, right?

The little octopus fell into her own tangled thoughts.

Before, she might have believed the dream, but after spending this time together, Li An was more willing to believe Ji Yulin.

Implanted sample 367.

Did that mean her tentacles had been cut off more than three hundred times?

The little octopus shook her head, completely unwilling to believe it. Now, she had only accidentally had her tentacle bitten off by the darkness, and Ji Yulin was so heartbroken that she almost cried. Her usual taciturn nature was gone, one moment “baby,” the next “An An.” How could she bear to let her hurt more than three hundred times?

And the Ji Yulin in the dream was so cold. Even at that time, she was still thinking about her experiment, almost like a research machine that only knew how to do experiments. But…

At this thought, Li An was surprised to find that the Ji Yulin in the dream was more in line with the persona described by the system. The Ji Yulin who now indulged her every whim was more like a different soul.

And when had she told Ji Yulin her name?

Was it when she was unconscious?

The more she thought, the more confused her head became. One question after another popped up. At this moment, even with three octopus brains, Li An couldn’t figure it out. A tentacle hugged her head. This time, she didn’t mind the cold, pressing it there for a long time, trying to make her frozen brain turn faster.

Why?

She didn’t think of anything else, nor could she think of such a bizarre thing.

Unfortunately, in the end, she still couldn’t figure it out. The little octopus let out a faint, deep sigh.. Her tentacles were almost twisted into a knot, becoming a bitter octopus twist.

Ji Yulin, Professor Ji, her Little Ji, and…

Mama.

These names spun in her mind. The little octopus’s eyelids drooped, and she felt sleepy again.

It wasn’t that she was tired of thinking. It was probably because of what had happened before. Her body was over-exhausted. Even hunger had become a small matter. She just wanted to keep falling into a deep sleep.

Her eyelids drooped and drooped, almost sticking together, until a thought popped into her head: Where is Ji Yulin?!

The eyelids that had just stuck together, with a snap, flew open to their widest.

Where was her Ji Yulin?!

Everything else was forgotten. Her small mind was filled with only this sentence.

The little octopus immediately stood up, her gaze carefully scanning every corner. Finally, in a pool not far from her, she saw the missing Ji Yulin.

She didn’t understand why she had gone over there, nor did she understand why the two of them were hiding here. But with so many questions, she couldn’t be bothered to dwell on them any longer.

The little octopus skillfully raised her severed tentacle, able to move forward with only seven tentacles. She stepped on the water and pattered over.

Her icy-cold tentacles almost sparked. She rushed and rushed and finally reached Ji Yulin.

She saw that the thick cloth from before had been thrown to the side. Two-thirds of Ji Yulin’s body was submerged in the water, her eyes tightly closed, as if she hadn’t woken up yet, still sleeping against the rock wall.

The little octopus was so scared she turned pale. Her previously scorching tentacles were now almost like ice cubes. She hurriedly went to pull Ji Yulin.

The temperature in the cave was already low, and the underground water was icy. Even wearing thick clothes, one would feel chilly, let alone Ji Yulin, who was wearing nothing and dared to soak in the water?!

But the moment her tentacle touched Ji Yulin, it was thrown off by the heat. It flailed in the air for a long time before it felt a little better.

Well, now the Wang Wang octopus popsicle has been upgraded to a sizzling octopus tentacle.

The thought suddenly popped into Li An’s head. With no time to think, she looked at Ji Yulin again.

She had been too anxious before. Only now did she see that something was wrong with Ji Yulin.

Although she was soaked in the icy water, her forehead and neck were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her pale skin was flushed red, and her wet hair was stuck to her skin in a messy tangle, like strange vines. Against the flush, it was strangely bewitching.