Her Tentacles 64

Chapter 64: Sober

Because the other person in the room had already fallen into a deep sleep, the octopus, which no longer needed to waste effort on mimicry disguise, was now so large that it almost broke the windows of this bedroom.

If the sunlight outside did not have its permission, it could not pass over it to kiss the treasure it was hiding in the shadows.

It carefully wrapped its tentacles around the person in the bed, embraced her, and placed her on its spread-out, soft membrane.

The black and red, like a flowing carpet, only trembled slightly, and it was enough to completely open the woman’s loose bathrobe, letting every inch of her soft skin touch its cool, human-like skin.

The comfortable feeling of their skin touching made it squint its eyes in fascination.

In the center of its pure black pupils, a pleased, mercury-silver color slowly flowed out.

Having endured this alternative ‘hunger’ for too long, just this light, fleeting touch was not enough to satisfy it. It even felt hungrier than before—

It wanted more.

Its tentacles, which were usually so obedient and moved at its command, also began to twist restlessly at this moment. When they started to move wildly, the woman’s body, which was lying at the junction of the tentacles, also showed a tendency to slide off it.

One of the tentacles caught her at this moment.

Another one went around and wrapped around her snow-white thigh. As the black and red wound its way down, it was like a giant python coiling down a tree trunk in a tropical jungle.

If it used even a little bit of force, it would leave a deep red mark on her delicate skin.

It remembered Shu Yao’s fragility. Just one night of staying up late, plus handling a major emergency today, and her eyebrows were already showing fatigue. Even though the strength she possessed had already surpassed that of an ordinary human, compared to it, it was still insignificant.

It didn’t want to hurt her.

But its tentacles seemed to be disobedient.

Although it was not allowed to use force, when it wrapped around that patch of thigh skin, it insisted on leaving a kiss mark with every sucker on it. By the time it received the command to wrap around her slender ankle and lift it,

On the snow-white skin near the root of her thigh, there were already winding, heart-shaped red marks of various sizes.

Like a large patch of red plum blossoms blooming in the winter mountain snow.

…

With the first rebellious tentacle as an example, the other tentacles, which had been exceptionally obedient since they had gained consciousness, also seemed to have belatedly entered their rebellious phase at this moment.

They all began to fight for the remaining good places.

Some went straight in, burying themselves in the shadowy hollows under her collarbones.

Some repeatedly caressed the vertebrae under the thin skin of her back, and finally climbed onto her right shoulder, holding the small, slightly protruding mole in the most suitable sucker on its tentacle.

And some were trying their best to curl the tips of their tentacles into the spiral shape of a small conch, trying to bury the tips of their tentacles in the dimples of her waist.

Just as the little octopus itself couldn’t tell if this was an instinctual skill, or if its tentacles had all suddenly developed their own little thoughts, besides wrapping around her hands, feet, and waist, the last remaining tentacle stood upright in front of it.

Slowly… it began to shrink in size.

While shrinking, it began to measure itself against Shu Yao’s waist—

Gradually, from its original thickest part, which was thicker than her waist, it shrank to only a quarter of its thickness, making it look slender and pitiful compared to the other tentacles.

If any other tentacle were to accidentally touch it at this moment, it could be sent flying to the opposite wall with a single, light flick.

But it was still swaying from side to side in confusion.

After a while.

It simply stretched itself out straight and placed itself by the woman’s wrist.

Then it gurgled and shrank for a while.

Until it was thinner than her wrist. Only then, with satisfaction, did it begin to secrete the most harmless, and even helpful for healing, mucus stored in its body.

And then, the little octopus, which had watched it reach its destination: “!”

Its pupils quaked.

But even more silver flowed out from within, like a bottle being overturned, and the liquid mercury flowing out.

The bedroom was like having the bathroom’s water pipe secretly connected.

A dripping sound of water leaked out.

The sticky, resounding sound forced even the sun outside to retreat again and again, hastily burying itself below the city’s skyline, and pulling down the black cloth of shame that symbolized the nightlife.

Until a star with a strong curiosity quietly crouched on the sky, blinking and peeking in through the crack in the window, and also heard other sounds—

【Like, like】

【Kiss, kiss Yaoyao!】

【Cuddle, girlfriend, cuddle!】

Like a child who had just woken up, their voice was extremely childish, and also carried a vague sleepiness.

However, the joy it carried was so distinct, even brighter than the flowers blooming in the night on the balcony.

Along with the main brain, the tentacle consciousnesses, which had been sleeping for a long time, had completely healed and recovered, and had now also woken up together, began to chatter. While muttering, they wrapped the woman, who had unconsciously been branded with their scent and marks, even tighter.

Until they were all commanded by a voice:

“Let go.”

“You’re going to hurt her.”

Or rather.

Maybe they had already hurt her.

Originally in the night, its huge body had pressed down on the bed, making it teeter on the verge of collapse. It had even knocked over the bedside table, and the pillow had been squeezed into a corner of the bedroom. The cotton had been recklessly pressed out at some point. The octopus, at this moment, its flamboyant and terrifying huge tentacles had all shrunk by a circle—

And the central part of its torso was replaced by a tall and slender human figure.

Long, straight, black human hair fell down. On her superior facial features, the most striking pair of black eyes no longer held the innocence and confusion of a child, but an incomparably clear emotion.

The [Monarch Slayer], or rather, Lin Ran, until that cursed physiological impulse, which had replaced hunger, had reached its peak, and she was full and had enough energy to awaken her main consciousness, had finally, belatedly, been released from her dormant state.

She looked at the familiar bedroom in front of her, smelled the familiar scent in the house, and the person in front of her whom she had been thinking about day and night. Many complex thoughts flashed through her eyes.

But in the end.

It just first raised its hand and picked up the person, put her back on the soft bed, first checked her body to make sure she was not injured by her previous state, and then carefully and preciously held her in her human arms.

“Yaoyao.”

It was her Yaoyao.

Lin Ran greedily held the person completely in her arms, smelling the scent in her hair, and murmured softly with her eyes closed.

…

For the [Monarch Slayer], they had not been separated for long.

Because of the overly tragic one-on-many battle on the cruise ship, she had been seriously injured. She couldn’t count how many times her tentacles had been broken and regenerated, and whether what she had eaten was the corpse of a [Martyr] or her own severed limbs.

Until that cruise ship was shattered by their fierce battle into a steel frame that was gradually sinking into the sea, she was also almost shattered by the [Martyrs].

All her tentacles were broken.

Her heart was also so broken that only half of it was left, beating weaker and weaker in her body.

The types of toxins accumulated in her body were too many, making her consciousness also chaotic and blurry.

Her almost infinite regenerative ability had lost enough energy supply, and she had not been able to grow a new body for a long time.

It seemed she was going to die.

Lin Ran thought so, but she was not willing to be buried alone in the sea like this.

It seemed that she had really been disguised in human society for too long, so much so that she remembered many human thoughts very clearly, such as if one were to die, one should return to one’s roots.

She came from the abyss, but her roots were not in the abyss.

She wanted to return to that house with many beautiful bottles, with flowers blooming, with warm sunlight, and with a girlfriend who would always try to find ways to bring food to feed her, who would act spoiled with her in a pleasant voice, and would call her “Lin Ran” over and over again. She wanted to return to the house that had all these.

But she really couldn’t swim anymore.

And so, while heading toward the land, in order to reduce the burden on that half of her heart as much as possible, her body gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally became the size she was when she was first born in the abyss.

The effort she consumed became less, but the land became so far away.

Her heart would occasionally stop, turning her into a limp little octopus, sinking to the sandy bottom of the sea, and then she would suddenly wake up when she was about to be eaten—

Even the voices of her newly grown tentacles were weak.

This wouldn’t do.

If this continued, she would die before she reached the land. She had to reduce her consumption.

She thought so, as if she were escaping reality, and also as if she were following her instincts. She forced her main brain consciousness, along with the consciousness of those newborn tentacle buds, into a dormant state, leaving only a secondary brain consciousness to dominate her entire body.

‘Go and hunt, go and grow.’

‘Go to her side, protect her.’

She still remembered Shu Yao’s look of collapse and despair as she looked at her from the helicopter.

Her girlfriend probably never wanted to see this monster of hers again in her life.

The days of coming to land and being in a relationship with Shu Yao were really wonderful. The [Monarch Slayer] no longer knew how to return to that dark abyss to live alone. If she could, she just wanted to be trapped in this beautiful dream forever and never wake up.

Even if her secondary brain, with her instructions, returned to Shu Yao’s side, it would be good enough to just be an ordinary octopus.

The [Monarch Slayer] didn’t want to scare her again.

But to her surprise.

Her Yaoyao had actually changed so much.

For the [Monarch Slayer], their separation was only yesterday. When she woke up again, she could still embrace her beloved human, as if they were still spending their sweet time together on that vacation cruise ship.

However, Shu Yao had actually lived through every day after she had left.

Where could one still find the timid, socially awkward teacher in her now?

She had become so independent and strong—

She didn’t know how much hardship she had eaten, and she could even raise a picky little octopus pet with a strange diet, which had to eat [Parasites] to accumulate energy to grow, so well.

So well that it was full, and it had, by a strange twist of fate, awakened its reproductive curse because of this.

Thinking of this, Lin Ran placed her palm on Shu Yao’s abdomen again.

The memories of these days, recorded by her secondary brain, slowly merged with her original ones. She also remembered the traces of one of her tentacles having wreaked havoc in the other’s body just now.

Perhaps.

Under the texture of her palm, on the walls of the organ that symbolized human reproduction, there were also deep and shallow sucker shapes branded on it, just like on Shu Yao’s thigh.

Lin Ran had just checked with her fingers shallowly, but could not see any wounds. After all, the tentacles were constantly secreting a mucus that could heal wounds.

Even if it was really too much.

It would not leave any wounds, but it might follow and turn into the shape of her tentacles.

She was still not at ease and wanted to check more thoroughly. So this time, she silently ordered these tentacles to become even more slender.

Although they were an extension of her sense of touch, and had to constantly suppress their own consciousness to be at her command, the tentacles that squeezed over and rubbed against her palm were all vying for the first place—

【Choose me, choose me】

【It tried just now. It’s my turn!】

【My turn!】

They started to fight as they argued.

…

In the end, the victor proudly transformed itself into the shape Lin Ran wanted, and carefully and slowly, under the pretext of ‘checking,’ it also got to have a close, negative-distance contact with her girlfriend.

Even as it passed by, like its companions who had been there before, it pulsed the side with the suckers, and wantonly and domineeringly wanted to cover the original marks with its own sucker marks.

The person sleeping in the bed was wrapped in a warm, thin quilt by the monster.

Although they were sleeping embraced through the quilt.

But as she slept, her face became flushed, and sweat also seeped from her forehead. A very light hum escaped from her nasal cavity, as if she were fighting with the dream she was currently trapped in.

“Mmm…”

Her eyelids also moved slightly.

As if she were about to wake up.