"I'm back!"
Muxiao Xiao's voice echoed from downstairs. In her girly, fragrant bedroom, Natsumi Sakura had just finished bathing, wrapped only in a thin towel. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, not yet dried, droplets clinging to her skin.
Her long, slender legs were bare, exposed to the air, her fair, slightly pink skin delicate and glistening with water that traced her alluring curves. The towel barely covered her figure, leaving most of her legs visible, tempting anyone who focused hard enough to catch a glimpse beneath.
Her upper body was equally captivating, with exposed shoulders and collarbone radiating a seductive aura.
Like a lotus emerging from clear water, Natsumi's provocative pose seemed to beckon someone, yet her face was icy, leaving Muxiao puzzled.
"Natsumi? I'm back!" What's wrong with her? He glanced at the wall clock—2 a.m. I'm not that late, am I? Why does she look angry?
Hearing his youthful voice, Natsumi's expression softened subtly. Muxiao's inability to speak before made his "I'm back" feel uniquely satisfying.
She was thrilled.
But recalling her conversation with Izuki, she forced down the warmth in her heart, maintaining her cold demeanor.
"What's wrong?" Muxiao asked, confused. "I rushed back because I didn't want you to worry. Why do you look mad? Did I do something wrong?"
He looked pitifully wronged.
Seeing his helpless expression, Natsumi bit her lip. He's so adorable… No, no! I can't fall for that face!
"Muxiao, I talked with Miss Izuki on the way back," she said softly, her tone heavy.
"And?"
Did that scheming woman badmouth me?
"You did it with her, didn't you?"
"…"
Oh, this?
Muxiao froze. Seeing him dazed, Natsumi stood, fuming. "I was here first! Last time, it was supposed to be me, but… you said to wait, and then you did it with her! Why?!"
Her voice dripped with resentment and hurt. She even tugged open her bathrobe. "Am I not attractive enough?"
Whoa!
Only then did Muxiao notice her attire—fresh from the bath, clearly intentional, waiting for him. Her enticing figure and the scent of her body filled the room with an intimate atmosphere.
He quickly turned aside, his tentacles blocking the view of her exposed allure with precision, wiping nonexistent sweat from his brow. "So that's what this is about…"
"Are you denying it?" Natsumi gritted her teeth.
"No, I did do it with Izuki," Muxiao said, lips curling, eyes slanting. "Not just her—earlier, I also did it with Tomie."
Natsumi's jaw dropped, staring at him in disbelief. How can he be so shamelessly upfront? Furious, she grabbed his tentacles, squeezing them wildly. "Muxiao!!!"
Her expression was on the verge of tears, filled with frustration and sadness. "I get it, your desires… wanting to do naughty things, losing control… but you could've come to me! Why them?!"
So you remember that setting, huh? Muxiao covered his face with a tentacle.
"It was to discipline them, ahem, I mean, do them," Muxiao said earnestly, completely serious. He was telling the truth!
"Natsumi, think about it—do I look normal right now?"
"I don't mind…"
"But it's not perfect, and I'm not used to it," Muxiao said helplessly. "I want to give you a perfect experience, so I'm waiting to return to human form before… As for Izuki and Tomie, I don't care about them. It was purely for discipline, treating them like toys."
"Natsumi, you're different from them. That's why I can't do it with you like this—it's too beastly."
"Muxiao…"
Her earlier frustration melted into joy. Natsumi's eyes glistened, her legs pressing together in emotion. "The more you say that, the more I want you—right now. I don't care if you're a monster."
Her towel slipped further, her half-resisting, half-inviting pose captivating. Biting her lip, she tilted her head, exposing her delicate neck and the allure below to the tentacle monster.
Grasping his trembling tentacle, she brought it to her lips, taking it into her mouth. Muxiao watched, stunned, as the innocent girl transformed into a seductive enchantress.
"Natsumi, you're definitely a pervert."
He slowly extended a different tentacle from beneath his body. Seeing it, Natsumi's face flushed a burning crimson.
"I'm not a pervert… I just love you too much, Muxiao," she said, mustering courage to grab it. Her hand trembled at the touch but quickly adjusted, spurred by the sting of Tomie and Izuki.
Muxiao had a point—human form would be more perfect. But how long would that take? By then, who knew how many vixens would surround him? As for perfection, being with Muxiao was already perfect to her.
She truly didn't care about his monstrous form.
"Maybe you're right, Muxiao. I'm a pervert, not minding your monster appearance at all. But only for you—because it's you, I don't care."
Natsumi made her decision, her gaze resolute. "So, please, love me—right here, right now. I want to be with you—"
Muxiao locked eyes with her for two minutes, then his tentacles slowly wrapped around her.
Click.
The room's lights went out, and in the darkness, the beautiful girl and the tentacle monster entwined.
…
Outside, Tohka Matsubara sat on the rooftop, swinging her legs, gazing at the moon. Hearing the "music" resume below, she propped her chin and sighed.
"Tentacle Lord was right—Natsumi-senpai's such a pervert."
"But… I'm kind of jealous of her now…"