With one hand on my tongue, Zetak began to fondle my chest with the other. It wasn’t much, yet I felt a shiver run down my back involuntarily. Who said human desires were as small as a fingernail? This actually felt quite good. Yes, touch me there more. As a gesture of gratitude, I licked his fingers. But in response, all I heard was another curse.

Did he want me to stop? I pulled my tongue back only to hear him curse again. Was his mouth always so full of filthy words? He’s so hard to understand. If you don’t like this and you don’t like that, what am I supposed to do? Maybe he wanted me to suck instead of lick? I put my lips around his finger and started to suck, but then he muttered: “You’re crazy.”

Was that wrong too? I relaxed my lips and let go. The room was silent except for Zetak’s heavy breathing. His fingers withdrew from my chest, but his breath still came in ragged intervals. One hand continued to press against my tongue while the other seemed busy with himself.

I was the one suffering from the effects of the medicine, so why did he seem like he was in pain too? I wanted to demand that he focus on me instead of himself. Almost as if sensing my frustration, a tentacle coiled around my p*nis, stroking up and down, making my hips buck involuntarily. The moans escaping my lips didn’t even sound like my own.

“Hah… Your Highness, you’re really… even more than I imagined,” he muttered something I couldn’t fully grasp, tightening his grip around me. That simple motion pushed me over the edge, making me climax for the second time. By now, the heat should have died down, but instead, it only seemed to grow more intense.

Zetak turned me over and lifted me by my waist, but my arms were too weak to support myself. Every time I slipped out of position, he clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Lift your hips. Damn it, raise your as$.”

“What… You truly are…”

“You don’t have to call me horrible, just lift properly,” he said, giving me a sharp slap on the backside. How disrespectful. Slapping a royal’s backside. And yet, what’s with him slapping and then caressing with his hand?

“Hah… Damn, it’s firm.”

Well, it seems I’ve lived long enough to have my backside slapped and called ‘firm’. As my posture continued to fail, the tentacles wrapped around my thighs, pulling my knees up. I ended up with my face pressed into the mattress and my hips raised. The tentacle around my thighs began to push between my b*ttocks.

“Z-Zetak… You promised you wouldn’t… not all the way…”

“Hah… I won’t. I told you, I won’t. If I did, I’m not sure I could hold myself back.”

“It seems like I’d probably end up killing Your Highness,” he muttered, sounding slightly breathless. Killing me… Yeah, maybe that’s how it would end. When a demon embraced a human for the first time, they often lost control of their strength and accidentally killed their partner. Some demons suffocated humans by wrapping them too tightly in their tentacles, while others fatally pierced their intestines during mating.

Zetak might not have witnessed such things himself, but perhaps he instinctively understood the high risk involved. If he went for full penetration, there was a strong chance he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and might end up killing me.

The tentacle that had been rubbing between my b*ttocks slid down and forced its way between my thighs, moving in a back-and-forth motion that mimicked a s*xual rhythm.

“Hah… Try putting some strength in your legs. Keep them together.”

He had already tied my thighs with his tentacles; what more did he expect me to do? Let him handle it, I thought. With that in mind, I gave my hips a light wiggle. Suddenly, Zetak went silent, and the tentacle thrusting between my thighs came to an abrupt stop.

“…This is quite odd.”

His tentacle resumed its movement, rubbing against my scrotum and sliding along the cleft of my b*ttocks, causing my body to tremble. My head tipped back involuntarily and strange, panting moans escaped my lips.

“Come to think of it… Why does this feel so familiar?”

“Hah… Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Zetak muttered as he gently stroked my hair. “You’re being taken by a man—a demon, no less—and you show no signs of rejection. You seem so familiar with the act of being embraced… You gave yourself up so easily.”

His voice held a strange, unsettling tone.

“I doubt it happened while I was serving you, so if not then, it must have been afterward. Who did you sleep with?”

There was a sharp edge to his whisper that felt almost accusatory. But why would he be angry about whoever I might have been with? Besides, this was the first time I’d experienced anything like this since reincarnating. Why was he even bringing this up?

“With no one…” I panted, struggling to get the words out. “If I had, there would’ve been rumors…”

I trailed off, unable to continue, but he seemed to understand. Zetak responded with a calm detachment.

“Well, rumors can be hidden if one wants them hidden. But Your Highness’s reaction suggests a lot of experience.”

His words carried a hint of indifference. Although his body was still driven by desire, it seemed like his mind had already cooled off.

I thought back to my past life, reflecting on my past encounters. While I had taken the initiative to embrace others, I had never been on the receiving end. Sure, I might have found some animal-type demons endearing, but there wasn’t a single demon who would dare approach someone like me—a centipede demon—for something like that. I had always been the one to initiate, never the other way around.

Since my reincarnation, it was certain I hadn’t formed any relationships like that. So, why was he making these accusations?

“Really, with no one…” I repeated softly.

“Enough,” he interrupted. “If I’m not the first, then there’s no reason for me to hold back.”

The tentacle that had slipped between my legs moved up and along the crack of my b*ttocks. As it pressed against my entrance, I instinctively grabbed the sheets. Was he really going to enter without any preparation? Just like in the visions I’d seen of the future? Not even my past self had been so ruthless.

Fortunately, my fears seemed misplaced as the tentacle only rested gently against the entrance. Despite his harsh words, it appeared he wasn’t truly planning to penetrate me. Maybe, as he said, he couldn’t trust himself to maintain control if he did.

“Damn it. Who is it?”

This time, the curse that slipped from his lips felt different—there was no hint of the usual casual tone. His voice was laced with a murderous edge, accompanied by a low growl that sounded almost like a demon’s snarl.

It seemed childish to be so fixated on being the “first.” Yet, I heard him muttering under his breath, as if to himself, “Damn it, I’m the first…”

“If Your Highness was willing to go so far as to spread your legs… how much of yourself did you offer that person?”

Why was he so convinced I had prior experience? Even though I kept denying it, he didn’t seem to believe me, and I no longer felt the urge to keep insisting. Instead, an unexpected desire to soothe him arose. I reached out, fumbling until I found his hand.

I tried to speak, but only labored breaths escaped my lips. I gently stroked his fingers, intending to calm him. But oddly, his breathing only seemed to grow heavier.

“Heh. You really are quite the temptress.”

All I did was hold his hand. Could seducing him really be this easy? The elaborate plan I had to change the future by seducing him—was it really this simple?

“Yeah, what does it matter now? I figured it would be like this,” he muttered. “Even though you act all cold and distant, underneath it all, you’re a mess. If someone figured that out, of course they wouldn’t leave you alone.”

His finger pressed firmly between my b*ttocks, making a sticky sound from the fluid he had already applied. The slow push of his finger inside sent a shiver through my hips.

“Just as I thought,” he continued. “You probably acted all confused, letting yourself be led around until it was too late, not even realizing you were offering yourself to someone else—just like now.”

I couldn’t grasp what he was implying. No one had ever approached me with such intentions, and I had never let anyone lead me like that.

“You probably just nodded dumbly if someone pushed you a little,” he added.

I had no memory of anything like that. Besides, who would dare insist on something with a royal…? Wait, are you talking about yourself?

As that thought crossed my mind, a second finger pushed in. His fingers were slender, but this wasn’t a place meant for anything to enter. My body, which had never experienced this before, instinctively resisted, remaining tight and unyielding.

“You haven’t done this recently, have you? It really feels like the first time.”

“That’s because… I haven’t… ha…”

I tried to respond, but it felt too exhausting to keep explaining myself. Whatever he thought didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t worth the effort since he wouldn’t believe me anyway.

The tentacle wrapped around my p*nis, squeezing tightly, and a pained moan escaped me. This wasn’t a touch meant for pleasure—it was purely to inflict pain.

“With Your Highness’s personality, it couldn’t have been a lover. It was probably someone casual, just for fun, right?”

“Ugh… Ze-Zetak… Please, ease up…”

“Answer me. Then I’ll release you.”

I was confused by his persistence. Why was he so fixated on this? Demons typically didn’t care about those they took to bed; they only sought satisfaction for their lust.

“Whoever I was with… Hah, why would it matter to you…”

I wanted to ask, more out of curiosity than anything else, but the words never fully formed. Partly because I was out of breath, and partly because something about Zetak’s demeanor had become unsettling.

His fingers suddenly withdrew, and he stayed still for a long moment without saying a word. The stillness itself wasn’t the problem, but what wasn’t welcome was the unrelenting pressure around my p*nis.

The atmosphere felt tense, and asking him to loosen his grip didn’t seem like the right move. All I could do was endure it, gripping the edge of the bed sheets tightly in pain. This wasn’t just a tight hold; it felt as if something was on the verge of breaking.

If I had the chance to go back five years, I might have tied him by his p*nis to a ceiling beam and left him hanging, giving him an occasional push like a swing.

“Why does it matter to me, you ask… You’re right. It’s none of my business who Your Highness chose to spread your legs for.”