"The Beast Handler's Seduction" Chapter 6
An octopus’s stamina is truly something else.
It wasn't until the dead of night that I finally hit my limit and begged him to stop.
He brushed aside the damp strands of hair clinging to my forehead and whispered seductively:
"Beg me, Master."
I truly couldn't endure the teasing of his eight tentacles any longer, so I forced the words out.
"I... beg you."
Azul let out a satisfied chuckle and finally agreed, releasing his hold on my wrists.
I scrambled to sit up, desperate to get away from this bewitching creature.
But in my haste, I accidentally brushed against something.
Azul let out a low groan.
In the next second, I was ensnared by his tentacles once again and pulled back into his embrace.
I was close to tears: "..."
"I thought we agreed to stop?!"
He looked remarkably innocent as he replied:
"Master, you know... I have nine brains. They don't always listen to me."
Beneath me, the tentacles continued to coil and pulse restlessly.
"..."
If I ever believe his lies again, I’m a fool!
[Epilogue]
Azul looked up at me, hanging his head submissively to admit his mistake.
"Master, I promise I’ll never do it again..."
I let out a cold snort. "Never? That’s what you promised last time! And now you’re actually inciting your two younger brothers to join you and—!"
Swallowing back those scandalous words, I snapped:
"Believe you?! Not a chance! (There's no door!)"
Hearing this, the tentacles behind him silently lifted the water tank and the partitions, placing them right in front of me. "Master, look. There are doors."
Damn it!
I was losing my mind. "Put! Them! Back! Now!"
He pouted slightly, but his powerful tentacles obediently returned everything to its original place.
"Azul, I am truly angry this time. I’m not speaking to you for the next few days."
I left him with that ultimatum and ignored him for several days straight.
Even when we went out shopping, I treated him like thin air, completely refusing to acknowledge him.
He followed silently behind me the entire time.
When we returned home.
He spoke in a raspy, strained voice.
"Master, please don't ignore me. Is that okay?"
"Look... this is my sincerity."
I looked over.
His nine tentacles were all extended, each holding a small black box.
Confused, I opened them—each one contained a ring!
Suddenly, it clicked.
No wonder he had refused to move in the shopping mall earlier, standing there staring for so long.
I had assumed he was distracted by the dessert shop next door.
It turned out to be the rings.
I remembered saying offhandedly a long time ago that once I struck it rich, I’d wear a ring on every single finger.
I never imagined he would take it to heart.
At that thought, my anger had already vanished.
But I still pretended to be cross, asking, "Where did you get the money?"
Azul blinked. "Um... I went down to some shipwrecks in the ocean, retrieved some things, and sold them."
At least he was honest.
I took the rings, feeling a surge of emotion in my heart.
"Fine. I’ll forgive you this once."
"But don't let there be a next time."
[THE END]
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