Chapter 48 Part 1

Tentacles like vines entwined the young man, their grip just right—not tight enough to hurt, yet firm enough that he couldn’t break free.

One bound both wrists together and pulled them overhead, while two others wrapped around his left and right thighs, spreading them apart.

Several more roamed freely over the exposed skin of the young man, rubbing against his soft cheeks, teasing. They weren’t satisfied with his sensitive neck and slipped inside his clothes.

A number of even thinner tentacles snaked into his sleeves, collar, hem, and pant legs, their icy temperature and slick texture making Zhong Nian’s scalp tingle.

The Bunny Hoodie was tugged up by the tentacles, exposing his tender belly, which trembled in the cold air like milk pudding—exquisite in texture and emanating a sweet fragrance.

The only flaw was the few scrapes on his otherwise perfect skin, as if rubbed raw by sandpaper, with the blood already congealed.

The tentacles writhed twice before “licking” at them, their suckers covering the flesh like countless mouths sucking and drawing.

The wounds stung with dense pinpricks of pain at first, but soon, under the suckers’ influence, it was like they’d been numbed with anesthetic, leaving only a faint itch.

Zhong Nian had no time to worry about the scratches on his belly from the previous Devil’s licking. Now, no part of his upper body escaped the tentacles’ suckers. Some spots were too sensitive; a mere touch made him itch uncontrollably. His cheeks flushed red, and as his mouth opened in a whimper, the tentacle stirring his tongue grew wildly excited.

His pants weren’t as loose as his clothes, impossible to hike up all the way, so the parts above his knees remained untouched. The insatiable Octopus Demon began tearing at the obstructing fabric.

The waistband was hooked, and Zhong Nian’s pupils shrank as he let out a muffled cry: “No… mmph!”

Under the multiple stimulations, Zhong Nian shook like a sieve, his body slick and wet—he couldn’t tell if it was the mucus from the octopus tentacles or his own sweat.

He didn’t understand why these Devils always toyed with their prey before feeding, playing with them until body and mind collapsed, and in such similar ways.

The Masked Man wasn’t there that night. No one would come to save him.

Zhong Nian sobbed pitifully, his chest heaving, his waist arching like a fish flopping on dry land, gasping for oxygen in futile struggle.

The Octopus Demon’s tentacles were incredibly versatile, extending and contracting at will, changing size freely, able to slip into the narrowest places, not only to draw the sweet juices from his mouth.

So sour… so uncomfortable.

It was hard to say if it was pain. Zhong Nian felt his soul ascending, his body entirely under the demon’s control.

Currents raced wildly through his marrow, his spine tingling with numbness. Something broke past the critical point, and in his loss of control, Zhong Nian cried out. His tensed body went limp in an instant.

In his half-fainted state, he didn’t immediately notice that the overstimulation had triggered his half-beast transformation. The Cat-Rabbit Tail was exposed, curled into a ball and vibrating like it had a tiny motor inside.

The tentacles, now glistening with absorbed moisture, withdrew from the young man’s body and hovered above the tail, observing it curiously from side to side.

Just as it tentatively reached for the fluffy mass on the young man’s lower back, the tail suddenly retracted. The tentacle missed and slapped against his tailbone with a wet smack.

At the same time, the Octopus Demon discovered the exhausted young man had tilted his head and passed out.

The tentacles flailed in chaotic disarray, tangling and fighting each other messily.

It took a good while for them to regain some order, but it no longer groped recklessly. The tentacles worked together to carefully place the young man back on the bed, dress him properly, pull up the covers, and adjust the pillow.

After settling him comfortably, it stood rigidly by the bedside, staring at the unconscious yet still beautiful face for a long time. Unable to resist, it extended a probing tentacle under the covers.

After some fumbling, it poked the tailbone again but still couldn’t find that soft, fluffy tail.

The comatose young man’s brow twitched, and he let out a low moan.

The tentacle jerked back sharply. This time, it truly didn’t dare touch anymore.

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Zhong Nian’s skin was delicate. Even in the direst instances, he insisted on changing into soft sleepwear every night to sleep well.

Now, whether it was the thing tucked under his neck or the tightness around his legs, it greatly disturbed his sleep.

He flipped over, still uncomfortable, his whole body restless.

His wrinkled little face was full of morning grumpiness. Forced awake from a good sleep, Zhong Nian stared blankly at his disheveled Bunny Hoodie, his pants unzipped and unbuttoned, and the undeniable stickiness between his legs.

His memories gradually resurfaced, and his small face flushed inch by inch red with shame and annoyance.

Last night, those tentacles had flailed wildly, making him feel so strange, and in the end…

At first, he’d thought the Devil meant to eat him, but now, calmly thinking it over, that didn’t seem right.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived unscathed to the next morning.

Unscathed wasn’t quite accurate. Not only did his mouth corners ache, but his waist was sore and soft, and every spot deeply suckled by the suckers retained a creepy, indescribable sensation.

Unable to fathom the Devil’s intentions, Zhong Nian temporarily set aside his jumbled thoughts and propped himself up to get out of bed.

He didn’t know what time it was, but he could clearly feel his body’s weakness.