Chapter 7: Tentacles cannot all go into the owner’s mouth

She had always been wary of the Seagull staring at her, but Zina couldn’t be sure if it would eat an octopus.

Now it seemed, all things were subject to the law of the jungle!

The weak octopus, bullied by birds.

Of course, if it were a giant octopus from the sea, the Seagull wouldn’t dare get close at all, afraid it might be dragged into the water in an instant.

The Seagull, frustrated, chirped angrily and moved forward again, its beak obviously larger and sharper than that of a regular Seagull, glinting coldly!

It launched a relentless pecking assault at Zina!

Zina dodged left and right, her tentacles hurling stones at the bird’s head.

With a few thuds, the Seagull staggered.

But this time, it didn’t retreat!

As if its ferocity had been provoked, its attacks grew fiercer!

Zina kept dodging, even stretching out a tentacle to pull at her eyelid, tossing the Seagull a white-eyed glare.

The Seagull was furious, but helpless against Zina.

It could only keep pecking!

With a stomp of her tentacle on the ground, Zina moved quickly, scurrying forward in small steps.

The Seagull was dumbfounded, watching Zina sprint far ahead, then spread its wings and wobbled after her on its thin legs!

Then it thrust its head down!

Pecked!

The next second, a flying rock slammed into the bird’s beak, knocking it sideways into the sand, sending up a spray of grit!

The Seagull pulled its head up, wobbling.

Zina looked back smugly and made another silly face.

Even the Seagull was driven mad by Zina’s antics!

Thus, on the beach, a scene unfolded—a furious Seagull chasing and pecking at a little octopus!

Until Zina reached a coconut the size of a football and suddenly stopped.

The little octopus didn’t move forward, but instead turned to face the Seagull, making another silly face.

The Seagull, still confused moments ago, was infuriated again and pecked viciously!

Zina stayed put, merely tilting her head, and the bird’s beak, slicing through the air, struck the coconut with a heavy “thud.”

It looked like a full-force hit!

Then, Zina became an excellent bullfigh… oh no, bird-fighting octopus, her moist eyes glinting mischievously.

She guided the Seagull to keep pecking at the coconut, and soon, a crack appeared in its shell.

After a while, the Seagull gave up, its aching beak throbbing, and flapped away.

Zina waited until the Seagull was gone, then carefully pried open the coconut’s crack, letting the juice flow out.

Zina was delighted.

Master, water is coming soon…

At that moment, a shadow loomed over her back.

Zina froze, turned her head, and saw the Seagull had returned, standing behind her and looking down.

There was a human-like sneer in the bird’s eyes.

The Seagull seized its chance, thrust its head down at lightning speed, its sharp beak aiming for Zina!

This time, it would not miss!

So thought the Seagull.

But in the next second—

Its beak plunged into the sand.

The Seagull froze.

Oct… octopus?

Suddenly, its vision darkened.

Turning around, it saw a purple-haired lady, sitting duck-style on the beach, looking down at it.

Not a stitch of clothing covered her body, pale soft flesh pressed into the hot yellow sand.

The next moment, a jade-white hand reached out and grasped the Seagull’s neck!

The Seagull panicked, unable to make a sound, only struggling desperately as its feathers fell in a frenzy.

The purple-haired lady suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark-like teeth.

“Honestly, I even forgot—I can turn into human form… As expected, after meeting Master, my head is filled with thoughts of love for him, making me not very bright…”

“Want to eat me?”

“Then I’ll eat you first.”

She tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and several pink tentacles danced behind her, curling around the Seagull, gently crushing it.

……

A pink tentacle sucked up coconut juice, swelling up, and Zina crawled back to Ye Gui’s side.

Truly, it wasn’t easy.

Zina lifted a tentacle to wipe non-existent sweat from her forehead.

Thanks to my love for Master, I managed to gather this coconut juice.

What? Turning into human form? Don’t be ridiculous, she’s just an ordinary little octopus—how could that be possible.

Zina, cute and round, touched Ye Gui’s body with a tentacle.

It was even hotter than before.

Zina hurriedly climbed onto Ye Gui, her tentacles easily prying open his lips, reaching inside.

Her eyes stared unblinking at Ye Gui, tense and a little shy.

She hoped Ye Gui would drink all the juice from her tentacle.

The tentacle on his neck unconsciously tightened, leaving a faint red mark.

Soon, the red sun slanted.

The evening glow spread over the sea, the rolling waves like surging blood.

It colored Ye Gui’s face and eyes.

Stray hair clung to Ye Gui’s cheek, a bit disheveled, exuding a battered beauty that left Zina in a daze.

The next moment, gray mist clouded her eyes, but soon cleared again, revealing a transparent, foolish look, dark thoughts suppressed deep within.

She had always been skilled at pretending, approaching her own light.

“Water…”

Ye Gui seemed unable to bear it, beginning to murmur hoarsely.

Guilt and shyness mingled in her heart.

Seeing Ye Gui still unconscious, Zina forced herself to calm down.

Then she began to squeeze the juice from her tentacle, letting it flow down Ye Gui’s throat into his stomach.

Ye Gui’s throat bobbed, then he began to swallow reflexively.

The sweet liquid was slightly thick, but it felt wonderful, soothing the dryness in his throat.

But for Zina, it was a struggle—her body grew softer, nearly melting into a puddle.

Her gaze would occasionally turn hazy, colored by desire, then she would forcibly calm herself.

Was she about to be devoured by Master?

In Zina’s heart, excitement outweighed fear.

……

In the end, Zina regained her senses and abandoned those terrible thoughts.

She tried to withdraw her tentacle, but it was held tighter.

Her tentacle seemed to have a will of its own, trying to burrow into Ye Gui’s mouth.

Zina sensed a surge of joy from her own tentacle.

Her cloudy consciousness rebelled against the commands of the main brain.

With a loud bang, the purple-haired lady appeared once more.

Without hesitation, she tore all her tentacles off and threw them aside, leaving them writhing on the sand, drying up before her eyes and turning to ash.

She had no need for limbs she couldn’t control.

Her amethyst eyes were cold and deep, like the depths of the sea.

She cradled Ye Gui’s head, pressing it carefully yet possessively against her thigh.

So elegant.

With a pale thumb, she wiped coconut juice from his lips.

Then brought it to her own mouth and swallowed.

Eyes narrowed, savoring the taste.

New tentacles sprouted from her back, reaching tentatively toward Zina, asking if they could touch their “delicious” master.

The newborn tentacles, filled with innocent longing, thought only of Ye Gui—their master.

To be close to him, to touch him, was their eternal pursuit from birth to death.

Zina grinned, turned back into a little octopus, and looked at each of her tentacles with clear, foolish eyes, transmitting a simple message.

Of course you can.

Zina, after all, was a useless little octopus who couldn’t control her own tentacles.

The tentacles trembled, then started to perform, cooperating with their somewhat unhinged host.