“Air Force, again Air Force…”
In the ship’s cabin, the hall filled with food, Lynx muttered under his breath with his head down, making his originally handsome face look somewhat gloomy.
Lynx.
On his body.
Several girls in beautiful dresses wanted to approach and share a drink with him, but seeing his demeanor, they all backed away.
In the crowd, a red-haired Big-Wave Woman swirled a goblet in her hand, the crimson liquid swirling as she stared at Lynx, her eyes narrowing like a big fox.
She approached, her high heels clicking crisply like a beautiful melody.
The red cheongsam’s slit almost reached her waist!
She came to stand in front of Lynx, stretched out an arm to block his path, and under his confused gaze, smiled with raised red lips.
“Handsome sir, interested in having a drink with me?”
Lynx was stunned: “Me?”
Big-Wave Woman nodded: “You.”
She took a gentle sip, leaving a suggestive red lip print on the rim of the glass.
Turning slowly, facing the light, the goblet and wine reflected a brilliant glow together.
Big-Wave Woman’s breath was fragrant, wine dripped from her lips, red as blood.
“Sir…”
“I feel so hot”
As she spoke, a hand landed on Lynx’s shoulder, her whole body seeming to lose its bones, soft and delicate like fragrant mud about to cling to Lynx.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her palm.
Looking down, she discovered a pink little octopus had appeared on Lynx’s shoulder at some unknown moment, waving its tiny tentacles as if provoking her.
Big-Wave Woman froze, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes, and immediately slapped the octopus away.
“Where did you come from, so disgusting…”
With a swoosh, her wrist was grabbed.
Lynx’s other hand reached out, catching the tumbling little octopus precisely in his palm, where it turned into a soft little octopus pancake.
It blinked, quickly puffing itself back up, its sticky tentacles crawling in his palm, as if comforting him and saying it was fine.
Lynx carefully checked the little octopus—no problem.
He raised his eyes, calmly gazing at Big-Wave Woman, and held her gaze for several seconds.
Then Lynx released her wrist and gave an apologetic smile.
“Sorry.”
“This is my pet. I hope you understand.”
“My pet looks hungry. To keep it from eating random garbage out of desperation, I’m going to prepare some food for it. Goodbye.”
Lynx cupped the little octopus, turned, and walked away.
The little octopus waved its tentacles, secretly making a mocking face at Big-Wave Woman from Lynx’s blind spot.
Big-Wave Woman:
She watched Lynx’s retreating figure disappear into the crowd, her expression gradually turning cold.
Beside her, a blond man approached, shrugged at her expression.
“The person I had my eye on couldn’t possibly be ordinary. It’s normal for you to fail… Hey, hey, don’t look so scary. It’s not like you’ve never failed before.”
“What do you know?”
Big-Wave Woman sucked in a cold breath, gritting her teeth, her expression twisted.
“My bones cracked!”
“This man—he’s really strong.”
Big-Wave Woman let out a cold laugh.
“I bet he’s just as rough in bed… I will definitely get my revenge for this.”
“And that little octopus, it was definitely mocking me just now, wasn’t it?! Disgusting creature—I’ll crush it into mush, make it into a pancake, and feed it to that man… Then tell him what it was. He’ll definitely show an interesting expression. Hahahahaha!!”
Seeing Big-Wave Woman’s crazed laughter, her pupils shrinking and face distorted, the blond man silently complained in his heart that she looked like a third-rate female villain from a manga.
“All right, all right, fine, whatever you want… But only after I’ve lured him into the organization.”
“Now, let’s prepare for the final revelry.”
The blond man scanned the surroundings—the tower of goblets, red wine flowing like a waterfall, men and women chatting cheerfully.
No one noticed them.
Big-Wave Woman also glanced around.
The two exchanged looks, nodded, and returned to their room together.
To outsiders, they claimed to be a couple, so they were assigned one room.
They took out masks and assembled firearms.
Their plan was to hijack the entire ship!
Increase their notoriety, and rise in the ranks!
The blond man felt a thrill, as if seeing his own bright future.
“Truly…exciting.”
Big-Wave Woman snatched the ointment from his hand and applied it to her swollen wrist.
“I just asked you to hand me the ointment, why so fussy? Excited over ointment? I really underestimated your perversion. Our organization is truly full of ‘talent.’”
Blond man:
Back in his own room, Lynx took out a bottle of red liquid and dripped a drop onto the little octopus.
The little octopus in Lynx’s palm felt comfortable, its eight tentacles wrapping around his fingers.
Smooth, cool, soft… Lynx found it oddly interesting.
Suddenly, the tentacles curled tightly around his slender fingers, closing in to form a dense little space.
Lynx observed, thoughtful.
This was a trait in the octopus gene chain—enjoying hiding in cramped spaces.
Because of this habit, coastal fishermen would tie jars and bottles together, toss them into the sea, and wait for octopuses to crawl into the traps one by one.
Looking at it.
Lynx wondered if he should prepare a pretty jar for his little octopus, too.
Of course, it had to be high-class—gold trim, the works.
Although his palm was comfortable for the octopus, it still restrained its nature, carefully peeking through his fingers.
Suddenly, it met Lynx’s gaze and smiled at him.
The little octopus instantly turned soft, its pink body tinged with red, suction cups tightly clinging to his fingers, as if trying not to slip through the gaps.
Transparent slime began to drip between his fingers.
Lynx chuckled—this little octopus was easily embarrassed.
Ti……
“What species is this?”
Lynx stroked his chin with one hand, puzzled.
As Lynx mused, the little octopus silently struggled free from his palm.
It glanced secretly at Lynx, then began to sneak away, carefully controlling the slime left on the table to avoid leaving traces.
It was planning to disappear for a while.
To get revenge!
It bore grudges!
Being slapped away was nothing—but who allowed that woman to touch its beloved master with filthy hands?!
It wanted to strangle her with its tentacles!!
The little octopus, pink and soft, looked cute—but inside, it was dark and stormy.
Its tentacles stretched and contracted.
Just as it was about to reach the edge of the table, a fingertip pressed down.
Little octopus: Hm?!
Its jewel-like eyes widened, cautiously looking over.
First, a slender finger appeared, then a beautiful, pale hand with visible veins beneath the thin skin.
Pinning its octopus leg beneath the fingertip.
The little octopus shrank its head—was this coincidence, or had master seen through its thoughts….
The little octopus peeked up—Lynx was still lost in thought, not even glancing its way.
The little octopus relaxed, but when another tentacle stealthily stretched out, another finger pressed down, pinning it firmly in place.
Little octopus:
As expected of master, able to control it so easily.
Its last shred of hope vanished.
The little octopus lay flat, even too lazy to disguise itself, like a hopeless grilled octopus pancake.
Lynx couldn’t help but press his lips together, feeling this little octopus was full of drama.
“I think I should give you a name.”
“After all, we might be together for quite a while.”
“Hmm…what should I name you?”
“Vivia? Lilia? Demacia?’
The little octopus blinked, its other tentacles waving in protest.
What kind of lame names were those?
It already had a name.
Master had granted it a name long ago.
Its name…
[Zina]