“Do you understand now how I felt when I took that medicine?”

Yes, I think I do. I had tried to feed a vitality potion to a healthy young man, essentially turning him impotent—of course, he must have hated it. He probably resented me, wondering if I was trying to destroy him. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was look up at him.

“Shall I help you?”

“Yes, go on and…”

“Forget the pr*stitute nonsense.”

He took the torn piece of my shirt and ripped it further into a long strip, using it to blindfold me. I had a good idea why he was covering my eyes.

“I know Your Highness knows a lot about demons. But…”

“Seeing it in person would be repulsive.”

The reason for covering my eyes was obvious – he was about to reveal his tentacles. Since the spider’s legs had already appeared, it wouldn’t be surprising if it had developed tentacles as well. As his transformation was still incomplete, he would need them.

If tentacles resembling g*nitals touched a human body, any normal person would be horrified, probably gagging at the sight. I had seen people react like that in my previous life.

Zetak must have blindfolded me for this reason—he hated his own body, and the thought of showing it to someone else must have been even worse for him.

“You can’t even hold yourself up, and yet you talk about taking a woman to bed. Honestly, it seems more like the woman would end up playing with you.”

His hand pressed down on me through my clothes. I wanted him to take off my pants, not press down like this. It already felt like I was about to burst—did he really mean to make me explode? Ah, it’s going to burst, I thought. Stop pressing down. But all that escaped my lips was a moan.

Slowly, he rubbed me through my clothes, his touch maddeningly light, never giving me the relief I needed. If my body had been in better condition, I would have hit him—forget about changing the future, I definitely would have hit him. How could someone be this infuriating?

“Ze… Zetak…”

I tried to call his name, urging him to hurry, but I couldn’t even finish saying it before something filled my mouth. To be exact, it pushed past my lips, forcing its way inside. My mouth was suddenly full of something hot and pulsing. As I touched it, I could feel ridges like veins along its length. I knew exactly what this was.

How could I not recognize it? I’d once had tentacles like this attached to my body. But where did it come from on him? His back? Or his arms? Most likely his back—that’s where tentacles were most commonly found, and I’d had them on my back in my previous life too.

“Be quiet and keep that mouth busy with sucking.”

Zetac commanded.

“…”

“Suck it properly. Who knows, if I’m pleased, I might even help you out and take your clothes off.”

How cruel. Couldn’t he just help without the conditions? No, maybe this was actually a good thing. My goal from the beginning was to seduce him and bind him to my body, after all. Of course, that alone wouldn’t erase the hatred he had for me, but it was better than doing nothing.

I moved my tongue, licking the tentacle. I knew well what state Zetak must be in right now. If he had shared the function of his g*nitals with the tentacle, I basically gave him a bl*wjob. I intended to make him lose control, skillfully moving my tongue, but it wasn’t working as I had imagined.

In my past life, I possessed techniques that could make many demons climax instantly. Why wasn’t my tongue cooperating now? Was it because my body was different, or simply because I had never done this with a human body before?

“Do it properly,” he said, sounding dissatisfied. “You’re not a child suckling milk, are you?”

I wanted to tell him how insolent he was, but the only sound escaping my lips was a moan. Though I couldn’t see with the blindfold on, I could feel Zetak’s unwavering gaze on me. His gaze was intense, almost binding, as if it were physically holding me down.

It was then that I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Why are you taking off your pants when I told you to remove mine? I wondered if he was teasing me, but shortly after, I heard the zipper of my pants too. His cold hand pulled down both my pants and underwear together, and I could feel his stare fixed on me.

“You’re dripping all over the place, it’s quite a sight. How does it feel to spread your legs for another man? Are you eager to be penetrated or are you afraid?” he asked, holding my knee and forcing my legs apart.

His words were crude, clearly meant to shame or humiliate me, but I felt nothing from them. If he thought he could make me feel humiliated, it was a waste of effort. Or perhaps this kind of talk was just his preference?

I could feel my own hardness without looking. Just as he said, the tip must have already been wet. With the pressure of my clothes removed, I could breathe a little easier, but a new pressure came instead. His hand gripped me forcefully, squeezing my p*nis tightly. A muffled moan escaped me, but with the tentacle still in my mouth, I couldn’t articulate my pain—just strange, helpless noises emerging from my throat.

“Stop making such lewd sounds. Do you enjoy pain that much? Should I squeeze even harder?”

What the… Even when I tortured him five years ago, I never touched him there. I should have. I should have branded the slave mark there instead of on his back. To hell with guilt or retribution—once the effects of the drug wear off, I’m going to stomp on that place.

As I entertained those thoughts, the pressure on my p*nis eased. Instead, his hand began to move gently up and down. That simple action was enough to send me over the edge; my hips bucked instinctively, and I finished right away. Ah, so this is what they call premature ej*culation. Me, of all people? No, it must be the drug. There’s no way I would finish that quickly from just a few touches.

Sure enough, even after coming once, the heat in my body didn’t subside. Zetak spread the fluid between my b*ttocks, rubbing gently. My thighs began trembling from the sensation, and my breathing grew even more labored. It wasn’t all bad, except—

“Gah…! Damn it, let go of it!”

The problem was that the intense stimulation made me bite down on the tentacle in my mouth. Zetak growled in pain, his voice betraying genuine discomfort—it even had a demonic growl mixed in. It must’ve hurt quite a bit. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction; he’d squeezed me so hard earlier, so now he was getting a taste of his own medicine. Still, I wasn’t going to say that out loud—who knew how he’d react if I did. Instead, I decided to soothe him.

I carefully rolled my tongue over the area I had bitten. There was a salty taste—probably blood. Whatever, it wasn’t even a real genital. It was a demon’s body part, and a wound like this would heal in minutes. Of course, since he’d shared sensations between the tentacle and his own p*nis, it probably felt to him like a pupa had been torn off. I sucked on the area where I tasted blood, trying to offer some comfort.

“Damn it… What the hell is this…? Are you a bird pecking for food or something?”

He couldn’t even vent his frustration. I heard him mumbling that. I was trying my best, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to make any real impact.

“Just keep it in your mouth. I’m not expecting you to be good at it, just don’t let it fall out,” he said as he grabbed my knees and spread them apart again. However, instead of inserting anything, he simply stroked the entrance with his fingers. It seemed he had no intention of going further, at least for now. That made sense—considering the size… No, I shouldn’t mention that. He’d definitely get mad. Maybe even angry enough to use the tentacle for penetration. I wanted to avoid that if possible.

In my past life as a demon, I knew just how rough tentacle intercourse could be. Between demons, it was fine, but humans often ended up dead during such encounters. If possible, I wanted to keep tentacle involvement limited to oral s*x.

“You really don’t know how to do it, do you? You have a lot to learn.”

Despite his words, his voice sounded rougher than before. I suddenly remembered the playthings I had seen in my past life.

After oral s*x, they would always cough up blood. Demons didn’t care whether a human’s throat tore or ruptured, as long as their own desires were satisfied. If Zetak had given in to his urges, I’d be swallowing blood along with the tentacle in my mouth. The fact that he was being gentle might be the last bit of compassion he had left for me.

In an attempt to show some appreciation, I pressed my tongue firmly against the end of the tentacle. I might not be great at this, but I could at least do that much.

For a moment, I heard Zetak let out a small curse. The next thing I knew, the tentacle in my mouth twitched slightly, and I felt a hot fluid being released into my mouth. Did he just cum? Just from that? Could Zetak be… premature? No, I shouldn’t say that. Words like “larva” or “premature” would surely get me killed. I knew all too well the pride demons took in such matters.

The tentacle continued to spasm, releasing s*men intermittently. As I started to cough, the tentacle withdrew from my mouth. Turning my head to cough, the s*men that had pooled in my mouth began to spill out.

“Damn it, who told you to spit it out?”

His fingers traced my cheek, gathering the dripping s*men. He then inserted his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck it, swallow it. If you let even a drop spill, I’ll make you eat it through the back end. I won’t go all the way for your sake, but if you don’t want me to change my mind, you’d better suck properly.”

He rubbed his fingers, now coated in s*men, against my tongue. I moved my tongue to lick them clean. As I swallowed what had entered my mouth, I could hear his breathing grow heavier.